Disclaimer: I've been lazily trying for years to get them but I still don't own Teen Wolf or any of its characters. If I did annoying people would stay dead, lovelies would still be in the show and Stiles would get whumped in pretty much every episode. That said let's keep calm and carry on.

Author's Note: Hey guys, so I'm on vacation and decided to sit down to watch season 4 with my friend Liz. As we're watching S04E09 she points out that it was too bad those first shots Haigh fires didn't hit Stiles. Of course, that idea made perfect sense to me and I had to do something about it. As you may remember (It's been a while, I know, sorry!), I'm a die-hard whump fan so I had to change the episode accordingly. Oh, and let's pretend Lydia wasn't in the Sheriff's office when all of this happened.

Please R&R, let me know how I did. As a friendly reminder, my first language isn't English so if you find any mistakes I apologize in advance. Happy Reading!

Perishable

By

Laz

Parrish walks into the Sheriff's Station. He makes straight for Haigh who draws his service weapon. Parrish grabs him and slams him against the wall. Haigh fires twice in an attempt to defend himself from Parrish but the shots fly wide, shattering the window of the Sheriff's office and sending shards everywhere. He then throws him to the ground and punches him. The gun goes off, striking Sheriff Stilinski in the shoulder. Haigh keeps saying "but you're dead" and Parrish keeps punching him. Meanwhile, Sheriff Stilinski is on the floor holding his injured shoulder. Stiles emerges from the Sheriff's office with a shocked expression on his face.

After Parrish is done releasing his anger and is satisfied with Haigh lying unconscious on the floor, he stands up and heads to the lockers to find something to wear.

"Dad?" - There's something in his voice, he thinks it might be fear.

"I'm okay, Stiles" - he's in pain but the last thing he wants to do is scare his kid. Stiles may have witnessed a lot in the past few years, but he's still his dad and he'll protect him from whatever he can.

"I'm glad, 'cause I don't think I am."

"Stiles?"

"I think…" He said raising a bloody hand. "I think I got shot." He looked down at his chest, blood covered his shirt where he'd been shot and was spreading quickly.

"No, no, no. Stiles!" He was still looking at his chest, his left arm was hanging useless and his shirt was going from grey to crimson. He found it mesmerizing for some reason. The Sheriff awkwardly pulled himself up to reach his son. His pain forgotten the moment he saw the trouble they were in. Stiles' hand was shaking, his legs decided to give out from under him. "We need help here!"

Parrish came out running from the hall leading to the lockers. "Sir, I called 911. They are on the way."

"Help my son."

Parrish dropped to his knees to press a hand over a bloody patch on Stiles' chest. The Sheriff looked up at him, relief in his eyes. He had one hand clamped over a wound on Stiles' left shoulder but after taking a bullet himself, he wasn't strong enough to apply pressure on both of Stiles' wounds.

Stiles grunted. The small pool of blood under him spread. Parrish' sweat pants clung to his knees. He slipped a hand underneath Stiles and hissed. The shoulder was a through and through but the other bullet was still inside.

"What is it?" Not able to hide how worried he was.

"Only found one exit wound."

"Damnit. Where are those paramedics?!"

"Dad?"

"It's gonna be okay Stiles. I need you to be strong for me, okay?" Stiles squeezed his eyes as the pain become impossible to bear. His clumsy hand reaching for his father's searching for an anchor. "I need you to hang on. Help is coming, just hang on, son."

Stiles groaned, his head falling back, his body twisting to get away from the source of white hot pain. He could feel something hot and sticky spreading underneath him. He squeezed his eyes once more and sucked in a shuddering breath. And another. It didn't help. "I can't breathe…"

"Yes, you can! Slow breaths, come on, son. You can do it."

"It hurts…"

"I know it does, just hang on a bit longer. You hear that? Those sirens? They're here for you. They're gonna take us to the hospital and fix us right up. Does that sound okay?"

Everything was spinning. "Stiles?" He felt like he was falling. "Stiles, can you hear me?" His world was turning dark around the edges. "Son?" Darkness was welcoming him with open arms. "Stiles!"

tbc