bleep0bleep posted an edit of derek as captain mal, and deleted-scenes brought up the idea of Captain Stiles and Companion Derek. I somehow got it into my head that despite the abundance of ficspiration here, I was going to go in the complete opposite direction and do a Wash!Stiles and Zoe!Derek get-together fic. I have no idea what i’m doing.
“‘Our pack finally has a home, Allison. We can settle down, have a place of our own. This territory is finally ours. We’re safe now.’”
“‘Oh Scott, with the alpha pack gone, our pups can live in peace. Here, in Our Land.’”
There’s the sound of someone clearing their throat somewhere in the vicinity of the door. Stiles jumps about 12 feet, sending his little wolf figurines that he’d bought at the last starbase sailing into the air.
“Jeez man, you ever heard about knocking?” he asks, scrambling to grab the wolves before they hit the floor. They were kinda pricey, okay, give him a break. He glares at the door to the cockpit where Derek is casually leaning against the frame, grinning widely. It’s totally not fair for him to look that good when making fun of Stiles. There’s gotta be some kind of karmic rule about that. He keeps eyeing Derek and starts to line his figurines up on the dash.
“It’s the cockpit Stiles. This is a public space,” Derek says, and walks forward to grab one of the wolves. He fingers it lightly, and continues, “Besides, aren’t you supposed to be, you know, flying? Playing with toys isn’t exactly in your job description.”
Stiles snatches the little wolf back and turns to place it next to its brethren. “They aren’t toys, okay, they’re figurines. Collectibles, you know? Also, why are you even here?”
Derek scoffs at that. Stiles scowls.
“And public place or not, which I’m liable to argue that it isn’t seeing as it’s quite literally my office, I’m in control of where and how this boat flies,” Stiles whirls back around to point at Derek, jabbing his finger for effect, “and being a sneaky sneaker who sneaks is terrible idea around the guy who has access to the emergency cutoff switch for the artificial gravity,” he settles back with a smug grin. Take that, unfairly attractive first mate with control issues.
Derek just rolls his eyes and turns to leave. Real conversationalist that guy. Stiles just watches him go for second, admiring the view, until he realizes something.
“You never actually told me why you were here!” he yells after him.
Later Stiles figures it was probably about the Captain. He gets a message from Scott that he’s stuck on the planet without his gear. When they pick him up, Scott’s just sitting buck naked on a rock in the middle of the desert. Stiles howls with laughter and promises to give him a stern lecture later about falling in love with dangerous women that Scott is bound to ignore.
But for now, all Stiles gets is a melodious laughter trickling in from the hallway Derek’s just disappeared down, and the distinct feeling that there’s something he’s missing.
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