Okay boys and girls, I know its been a very long time since I have posted anything on this site.
So I present a new story for you. In a different fandom than I have done before.
I became slightly obsessed with Teen Wolf a few months ago and this is just one of the ideas I had.
Bear with me.
I am completely in love with Stiles and I don't feel as if there are enough Stiles/OC fics out there.
So here we go.
Feedback is very welcomed.
Warren looked down at her phone again and let out a huff of annoyance; they had been gone for too long. This was supposed to be a quick and easy exchange; money for Derek, but in her gut, she knew something had gone wrong.
As she went to look down at her phone again, she threw it to the side, stood from her bed and started looking for something to wear on her bottom half. Once she located a pair of shorts, she relocated her phone, grabbed her bucket purse and headed out the door.
On her way to the station, she stopped at her favorite burger joint and called the Sheriff.
"Did you get arrested again?" He teased, causing her to smile.
"Of course not. I figured its pretty late and I would bring you dinner."
"Burgers?"
She smiled. "And curly fries. Who else is working?"
There was a short pause. "Just Parrish."
"Cool. Be there in twenty."
"You're a god send."
"Remember that the next time I'm in trouble." She hung up the phone as she walked into the building.
Twenty minutes later, she was walking out with three bags of food and was on her way to the sheriff's office. When she walked in, she was greeted with a newly familiar occurrence; a bare minimum staff, but then she saw the sheriff's smiling face as he practically pounced on her for the food.
"You really are a godsend."
She rolled her eyes as she walked towards the only occupied desk and set the bag in front of Parrish. "Hey." She smiled brightly at him when he looked up at her, surprised to see her there and even more surprised to see the food.
"You didn't have to-"
She waved him off. "Gotta keep the cops busy while I go wreak havoc you know." She winked as the Sheriff walked by, shaking his head.
"I didn't hear anything."
"Of course not." When she turned back to Parrish, he was staring in the bag, shaking his head.
"You remembered?"
Her smile grew as she tapped the side of her head. "Steel trap." He smiled back at her and for a moment she forgot about the danger her friends were in and the stupid "crush" she had on one of them.
As she sat on Parrish's desk and picked at her fries, she heard the Sheriff call her name. "Warren." It was in a tone she knew well and it meant she could be in trouble.
She looked back to Parrish, smirking. "Wish me luck."
He smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "I've come to realize that you don't need much luck."
She chuckled as she walked into the office and the Sheriff closed the door behind her. "What's going on?" She stared at him but he only gave her the look of, 'this is getting old,'.
She hopped up on his desk and was thankful that he did not glare at her for it. "Why aren't you on the camping trip with the others? When Stiles told me, I thought it was going to be good for all of you. After everything that happened,"
Warren looked down at her hands and tried not to scoff. Everything that had happened? Stiles got possessed, tried to kill her and nearly succeeded. Subconsciously she brought her hand up to the scar on her chest; if he had gone over by less then an inch, it would have been her heart.
She shook her head and continued her original thought process; Allison died, Aiden died and Isaac almost died of a broken heart and the new edition to the pack, Malia. And that was just in the last few weeks.
"Hey," She looked up at him and he gave her one of his best dad smiles; she loved those smiles. "I thought this would have been good for you guys. Time to reconnect and get away from this, place."
She shook her head. "You know how me and camping go. Its never good." He chuckled, obviously remembering the one time she went on a camping trip with him and Stiles and how well it did not turn out.
Warren sighed. "We're all okay, really. I mean, we're healing, but okay."
He shook his head. "Bullshit."
She looked taken back for a moment; it was very rare that he cursed in front of herself or Stiles. "Since everything happened and Malia," He noticed her body shift ever so slightly. "Since they started whatever they are doing, you've barely been around." She cleared her throat. "I was healing."
He raised a brow. "Warren, you have had broken bones and you've been shot, and not once did you, 'take time to heal.'"
She scoffed for a moment and knew she couldn't lie anymore. "Before, before the nightmares happened, when they,"
"The sacrifices."
She nodded. "Stiles and I, some things happened," The Sheriff's face paled for a moment and then he nodded. "And then everything that happened and he just, I don't know how to explain it. And then with Malia, I just."
She took a deep breath. "I can't believe I just admitted." She laughed at herself for a moment, before she ran her hand through her pink tinted, messy hair. "I needed some space. I'm sorry I haven't been around as much."
He nodded and without a word pulled her into a hug. "If its worth anything, I like you a whole lot more then her."
She smiled again his uniform. "At least one of you still likes me." She teased as she pulled back and sighed. "I should get going."
"You sure?"
She nodded. "I'm just going to head home, lay in the middle of the living room and blast music." This made him smile; he had gotten noise complaints numerous times from her neighbors and has gone over to find her in that very position too many times to count.
"Okay then, Drive safe."
She saluted him. "Of course sir." She opened the door, and smiled at Parrish as she walked over to his desk. "Night babe." She caught a hint of blush in his cheeks as she walked out of the sheriff's station.
Warren hated laying to the Sheriff; he was one of the only people in her life that actually cared about her, but he didn't need to know what she was going to do. He never did.
When she walked into the parking lot, she pulled her tee shirt off and pulled a lace tank top from the emergency duffle bag she kept in the backseat and pulled it over her head.
She looked down at her shorts and deemed them nice enough before checking herself in the mirror; Warren smiled at herself as she grabbed her purse and walked into the bar.
"Oh look, trouble is back." The bartender commented as she walked over to him, leaned across the bar and kissed his cheek.
"Hey Jack."
"The usual."
"Make it a double."
"That bad?"
She merely raised a brow and he nodded as he got to work on her drink. A minute later it was placed in front of her. "Double red headed slut."
"Sounds divine." She exclaimed as she downed it, slid the glass towards him, indicating she would like another before she turned back towards the bar, looking for a victim.
When she saw him playing pool, she knew it was going to be too easy as she downed her second drink and stalked over to him. The rest was history.
Authors Note: So there it was. I have a lot of this already written, so I promise there is more where this came from. Please favorite/review. Let me know what you're thinking.