The thing about summer vacation is, usually Stiles got bored of not being in school by the third week. With a pack of werewolves around, however, Stiles found himself significantly less bored.
After his cuddle session with Derek on Sunday, Stiles went home and panicked for awhile before finally falling asleep late into the night. Monday Stiles found himself dragged out with Jackson, Danny, Scott, and Kira to practice lacrosse; they claimed it was to help Kira practice, but he was pretty confident that they were all trying to keep him in shape.
Tuesday found him carrying shopping bags and listening to Lydia, Allison, Erica, Kira, and Cora try to shop for Malia. Lydia announced that it was a girls' day, but apparently that didn't exempt Stiles from the experience. Cora looked almost as bored as Stiles was, but at least he got to chat with her while they sat on one of the benches by the changerooms for awhile.
Well, "chat" is a strong term. He mostly talked at her until she told him that she'd rip out his throat if she heard it make another sound.
Wednesday was apparently a beach day, so the pack all piled into various vehicles and drove a few hours to the beach. Stiles practically threw himself into Scott's car when he saw that Scott and Derek's were the only ones that weren't full yet. They played beach volleyball, which had Stiles at a serious disadvantage. Apparently none of the wolves understood what "no powers" meant.
Thursday Boyd and Isaac came over and Stiles played CoD with them until the trio fell asleep. Boyd was gone when Stiles woke up at 4 A.M. but Isaac apparently decided to overtake Stiles' bed instead. Shaking his head softly, Stlies frowned at the boy. It wasn't like he was going to kick him out though, so instead Stiles pushed him over and rolled into bed beside him.
Isaac didn't even make it awkward in the morning, which gave Stiles a whole new respect for his packmate.
Packmate. Stiles grinned to himself as he thought it. He still wasn't exactly used to the idea that he was actually pack now, or that Derek thought that he had been the whole time. Awesome.
Friday was when his week became less than awesome, because not only did Laurie, one of the deputies at the station, tell him that his dad brought in a hamburger ten minutes ago, but when Stiles rounded the corner to his dad's office there were two very memorable rednecks in his office.
Before he could think of a rational response, Stiles all but ran into the room, slamming open the door before lunging at his father's desk. Both hunters' hands flew to their belts, obviously used to carrying guns on them, and his father jumped a little before his eyes widened comically.
The boy grabbed the half eaten burger on his desk before his father had a chance to stop him. The sheriff groaned, "Stiles, I'm in a meeting, if you haven't noticed."
"Hmmm." Stiles began, "This doesn't look like a veggie burger, father dear."
"I'm a grown ass man, Stiles, I can eat what I want." The sheriff probably meant for his sentence to come out more authoritative and less of a whine, but alas.
"You can eat what you want when you want to be healthy." Stiles glared at his father before dropping his burger in the garbage. His dad flinched a little when it hit the garbage with a soft thump. Grinning, Stiles plunked a bag on his father's desk. The sheriff groaned.
Both hunters were watching, hiding their grins behind their hands as Stiles announced, "Mashed yams, broccoli, green salad, and a veggie burger, for you, father mine."
"You're going to be the death of me." he groaned.
Stiles grinned at his father before sitting on the corner of his desk, "That is actually the polar opposite effect of healthy food."
Stiles continued to grin at his father until the sheriff took a large, unhappy bite of his burger. Only then did he turn to the hunters and, determined to sound cheerful, ask, "So what's the meeting about?"
Stiles could see his father flailing as he tried not to choke on his burger, desperate to step in a tell Stiles that it was confidential, no doubt. The hunters, however, gave his father an odd look before the taller one said, "We were sent to investigate the so-called cougar attacks."
"The cougar attacks? So, what, you're some kind of glorified wildlife ranger?" Stiles snarked.
The shorter hunter retorted, "We're F.B.I."
"Can I see your badges?" Stiles asked, his voice flat. The sheriff, who had managed to swallow, was shaking his head, trying to assure the 'F.B.I' that it was unnecessary, but both men pulled their badges out, handing them to Stiles.
Stiles rose his brows at the duo as soon as he glanced at the badges before glancing back down. He shook his head slightly before tossing the badges on his father's desk, announcing, "You're agents Stark and Banner? Seriously? That's what you're going with?"
The pair looked at each other, but before they could react, Stiles interrupted, "These are obviously fake. Besides, there's nothing to investigate. We have a cougar problem, that's it."
"The F.B.I," The tall one emphasized, "is worried that they might actually be murders."
"What kind of murderers leave animal marks in their victims?" Stiles made a face at the hunters. Idiots needed a better cover, they were way to obvious.
"Maybe you could help us with that, if you know the case so well." The short one said, eyeing Stiles dangerously.
Stiles glared at the hunters before hissing, "I know that the two of you aren't F.B.I. I know you definitely aren't any kind of heroes, and I know that you are welcome to get out of Beacon Hills."
Both hunters stared at Stiles with a heavy weight in the air. Finally they both glanced, in turn, towards the Sheriff. Stiles' father gave a long look to each of the people in his office before he nodded to the door and, with his 'you're grounded' voice, announced, "You heard the boy."
Stiles swallowed hard, but the hunters simply stood, giving Stiles and his father each one last glance before walking out.
The sheriff turned to Stiles, "Hunters, I take it?"
Stiles nodded, and then the sheriff paused before asking, "Do you think they'll leave?"
"Not a chance." Stiles groaned, flopping into one of the chairs that the hunters abandoned.
