Teen Wolf: Bones
Ch.1
WARNING: This is a Yaoi (Boy X Boy Love), some Yuri (Girl X Girl Love). Don't like? Don't read! Swearing, Violence, Gore, Sexual Themes,
A plane touched down and began unloading passengers. On board the plane was an archeologist. He was coming back home to Beacon Hills to document a 1,000 year old skull found in a ceremonial burial site in the Cuban Islands. He was dressed in a Khaki shirt and baggy Khaki cargo pants. A canvas messenger bag hung off of his shoulder. He walked to customs, his ragged canvas Air-Walk Converse slapped against the linoleum flooring. The young man had floppy brown hair, and unique whiskey colored eyes. He was maybe 5'8". Not any shorter, and not any taller. He also wore a braided fiber necklace with a round wooden pendant and two spherical wooden beads on either side of the pendant. Carved on the pendant is a tribal howling Wolf, on the other side, that is removable, is a curled up Fox. The tradition behind this piece was that when he finds his mate, or soul mate, he gives the Fox, which represents him, to the said mate, and keeps the Wolf. The Elder that gave him the necklace was sure that his mate would be of the Wolf spirit, and that he was of the Fox spirit. On his left wrist is a braided leather band, on the other wrist is a thick leather band decorated with braided fiber and wooden beads. All of his jewelry were gifts from the local tribe that he stayed with.
As he was approaching the baggage area one of his best friends were trying to find out which gate his friend was coming through. Having enough of the man saying that he couldn't tell him which one and that he'd have to wait, he flashed the attendant.
"Now let me ask this again. Which gate is Stiles Stilinski scheduled to come from?" All the shocked attendant could do was point to the gate behind him. "Thank you!"
"Danny?" 'Danny' turned from the attendant, after covering himself back up, and looked toward the young man that called his name. He smiled wide and hugged his long-time-no-see friend.
"Stiles! I was supposed to surprise you, but I was having problems with the attendant." 'Stiles' laughed.
"So you flashed him. Typical Danny, anything to get a man's attention." Danny laughed with him.
"So much has changed since you've left! We now are working with the FBI, the Supernatural Division. You're supposed to meet him back at the lab. I don't know why he didn't come with me, he's kind of… broody. Doesn't talk much, I don't think I've ever even seen him smile. Oh, and he's a Werewolf. Apparently, most of his pack already work with us! Peter Hale is his uncle. Your college student, is his uncle!" Stiles just smiled and listened, Danny could talk almost as much as he could, especially about gossip. Not that there was ever any good gossip in Beacon Hills, as small as it is. The only reason there was a forensic lab in Beacon Hills and not just a Sheriff's Department, was of all the Supernatural that seemed to swarm to the small peaceful town.
Now, while Stiles and Danny were talking and beginning to walk to the entrance, the airport police approached them. Stiles looked up at the approaching authority. His mind screamed 'Get the Hell out!' So he nudged Danny. "Uh-oh, looks like the attendant wasn't the only one that caught your little show."
"Oh shit. I'm not even drunk yet." Stiles couldn't help but laugh at Danny. He stopped laughing when they asked for him though.
"Stiles Stilinski?" Danny looked at Stiles. He gave him the 'ok-what-did-you-do-now?' look. Stiles shrugged at him. "You need to come with us for detainment. There's someone here from the FBI for you."
"No, I need to go to the Beacon's lab. I need to document this skull." He says reaching into his messenger bag and pulling out the skull. It was browned from rotted flesh and dirt. The airport police put a hand on his shoulder while the other put his hand on his Taser. "Danny, hold this." With that he handed the skull to a less than enthusiastic Danny and promptly dislocated the man's wrist and flipped him over his shoulder. More airport police came and put his wrists in plastic cuffs and took the skull from Danny and the messenger bag from Stiles. They lead him away as Danny limply waved goodbye before looking at his hand and wiping it on his pants and finding the nearest restroom to wash his hands. He didn't care if it was 1,000 years old, it was still disgusting.
The airport police put him in an interrogation room with the skull and bag sitting on the table in front of him. The head of the airport police sat across from Stiles. They stared at each other until Stiles' ADHD kicked in and he couldn't sit still any longer. Then the man decided to start questioning him. "Did you kill this person, and where is the rest of the body?"
"Oh my God. You cannot be serious. I just came back from I.D.-ing some remains from a ceremonial burial site in the Cuban Islands. The skull was allowed along with the body to be sent home with me as she had no family, and wasn't from one of the local tribes. The body was sent to the Beacon's lab in my suitcase. The skull wouldn't fit, so I put it in my carry-on. I didn't kill her, she's over 1,000 years old! I'm definitely not that old." Stiles had to stop himself from continuing to talk. His ADHD made him horrible for being interrogated.
"What are these pills for that were in your bag? Are you on drugs?" Stiles flung his head back and looked at the ceiling. He couldn't believe this! His pills and registration were already taken and everything should have already been checked out. Something was up. Stiles leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
"That is my Adderall, for my ADHD. If you don't believe me, call up the Sheriff. He's my dad. Now I know that this isn't about the skull I had in my bag, or the Adderall, why am I here? You have no right to hold me." The head honcho leans back in his seat. Then he turns to the one way mirror, and nods. Then the side door opens after a few minutes and Stiles best friend Scott McCall came in with a tall, dark, brooding stranger behind him. Stiles figured that was the FBI agent sent to work with them. Scott looked sheepishly at Stiles. Stiles gave him the 'WTF-is-going-on?' look. Scott looked to the brooding stranger before speaking.
"Well, he didn't believe me when I told him about you, so Lydia came up with this idea for you two to meet." Stiles raised an eyebrow at them both. "Man, you stink!"
"Thanks. Three months in the Cuban bush with no running water or soap, and working with dead people. I didn't think I'd come home smelling like a rose." Sarcasm dripped from Stiles' words. Scott looked at the ground sheepishly once more. Stiles turned to the stranger and held out his hand. "You must be Agent Hale. Stiles Stilinski at your service." The man just stared at him. "Okay… Well if we're done here I need to get back to the lab and document this and the rest of the remains. Your uncle better not have touched any of them. Last time I sent bones back he used one of the legs as a chew toy, needless to say, I wasn't happy with him." Stiles picked up the skull and his bag, and his pills. The skull went into the bag and Stiles popped the lid off of his pills and swallowed two of them before putting them away. "Sorry about that, they wouldn't let me take my Adderall on the plane."
"How'd you get out of your restraints?!" The Head honcho guy asked pointing to Stiles wrists. Stiles grins and flips out his knife, twirls it expertly between his fingers, then snaps it shut and places it back in his pocket.
"Your men didn't frisk me well enough." With that he walked out of the room leaving a shocked man, a laughing Scott, and an ever silent Hale behind. "When you want to be friendly, you know where I work Sourwolf!" A growl from behind him makes him laugh. Then Stiles frowned and walked back into the room. "Scott, is Danny still here? If not I'll take a cab, but I didn't want to leave him behind."
"Derek here sent him back to the lab."
"Oh, Ok, thanks bud." Stiles left the room once more and made his way out of the airport. As he passed the airport policeman that had his wrist in a make-shift sling, he approached him. Tapping him on the shoulder he took his wrist and popped it back into place. Patting his shoulder he says, "You should put some ice on that and wrap it. It'll be as good as new in a day or so."
"Uh… thanks." The policeman says to Stiles retreating back. He was confused as hell to have the person who dislocated it to come back and put it back into place for him. Then he gave him some advice on how to take care of it. "I think."
As Stiles was trying to flag down a cab in the airport parking lot, a black Camaro pulled up to him. Scott got out and pulled the seat forward so that Stiles could get into the back. Derek glared at Stiles.
"Get in." He growled out. Stiles blinked in surprise. 'It spoke!' his mind screamed. Stiles glanced at Scott and seeing Scott's head nod, quickly climbed into the back. Scott put the seat back at climbed in after Stiles. The ride to the Beacon's lab was, boring. Stiles couldn't sit still and could barely stand the silence. Before he could speak however, Scott threw back Stiles IPod. Stiles had left it at home knowing there was no way to charge it where he was going, along with his cell phone. He had a Satellite phone, but that was only used for emergencies. Scott knew that there was no way that Stiles could handle the silence that Derek seemed to thrive in, so he had grabbed Stiles IPod to keep Stiles busy.
"Thanks." He mumbled, knowing that his Werewolf friend could hear him. Then he plugged in and tuned out. Linkin Park's Points of Authority blared in his ears. Stiles smiled. 'How fitting.' Stiles hummed along to the song. Mouthing the words every once in a while, even mumbling them out. He loved music. The songs could always say what he was feeling when he couldn't. He couldn't help but nod off as they drove on. Jet lag was catching up to him.