Alright my trusty followers and new comers, a new mini series just for you ^-^. It should all be from Sheriff's POV though you never know with me. Like seriously, i don't even know with me. I'm righting this to get my habit back so I can continue the "not so great wonders of the great outdoors" series. As always, I love you. All of you. No idea what the title of this fic will end up being as I have this all typed into the document editor right now and I still don't have one...
The Sheriff isn't stupid. He's the sheriff for a reason obviously, and while he may not always be able to tell what's going on with all the recent animal attacks and unexplained deaths, he most certainly can tell when his own son is in love.
He had first noticed it after Stiles was released from the hospital two months ago. He had wrecked his jeep into a tree, or so went the story. The jeep in question HAD certainly been through hell, but trees don't normally leave such uniform claw marks. Either way, he was more concerned with Stiles's recovery, which was surprisingly fast for someone who had 4 broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, sprained ankle and 5 gashes down his chest and back.
At first it was little things. Stiles would look down at his phone and grin, texting back whoever it was and then staring intently at his phone until they responded before repeating the process.
He would catch his son staring off into space with a light smile at the corner of his mouth and his eyes focused on something in the bare air. Often though he would be jerked from his daydreaming though when his phone went off, as it always did throughout the day.
Then, one Saturday afternoon about a month ago, he caught Stiles leaving the house wearing one of his nicer plaid button downs, with one of his few pairs of unripped jeans. His hair, which had grown out longer over the past few months, was carefully styled with gel. When he asked him who the hot date was Stiles just got red in the face and mumbled something about ridiculous accusations and going to the bowling alley with Scott and some friends before bolting out the door.
Heh, his little man was growing up(ok, so he's 17 but still. Stiles will always be his little boy). It seems like it was only yesterday that Stiles was splashing around in the local swimming-hole while he tried to teach him to swim, as his mother watched from the shore with that same fond smile she always had when looking at her two boys.
Those times were over now though. They had cried and mourned and eventually learned to cope with their loss. Still, he wishes that she was around sometimes. She was always much better at knowing how to act in these situations, knowing her she would be laughing at him right now for all his awkwardness, telling him to leave the boy to his own devices. And he would too, except for the fact that if there was one thing that Stiles inherited from his dad, it was his overwhelming sense of curiosity.
That being said, the Sheriff did his best to stay on the sidelines and not badger his son about the new-found love interest. It was different too though, before when he had been falling over Lydia Martin he couldn't shut up about her. Always mooning over what she was wearing that day and what color lipstick she wore. This time though there was nothing. Not aloud anyways. Clearly whoever she was, Stiles new crush was more than an unrequited love interest. This made the Sheriff happy too. Knowing that his boy had finally found someone who gave him the time of day.