Hospital Renegades…

Why did everything have to be so loud? There was beeping, people talking, wheels squeaking, moans, taps, the sound of metal, and so much more than Stiles couldn't rightly identify. He didn't want to be here anymore. He hated it here. The noises and sounds were all wrong. He just wanted to grab his parents and leave. He just wanted to leave…

Just when he thought he was going to have to run away a voice calling out his name brought his head away from his hands where he'd been cradling it. "Stiles? I thought that was you!" A dark haired, brown eyed boy from the park came running down the hallway smiling. "My mom had to come into work and no one could watch me so I'm stuck here until my dad gets off work. What are you doing here?" He sat down in the chair next to his new friend.

Stiles looked down the hallway to the door his parents had disappeared to. He was told not to move from this seat. A nurse had been watching him but there had been an accident or something and he was needed, leaving Stiles alone. He looked away from the door, trying to forget the look on his parents' faces. He didn't understand what was going on. All he knew was that there were tests being done. He didn't know what kind of tests or what that meant but he knew they weren't like the tests his new teacher gave him with letters and numbers. "Tests, my mommy is having tests." Stiles' voice was quiet before he looked up at Scott. "We should go somewhere."

Scott jumped out of his seat and Stiles did the same. "I know! We can search the hospital for lice!" He beamed at the idea.

But Stiles shook his head. "No, a hospital wouldn't have lice…a hospital would have bigger monsters like cancer, broken bones, or death." Neither boy seemed to notice how morbid they were for their age, it just seemed natural for two kids who grew up around it all being sons a cop and a nurse.

"I know where they could be hiding. It's dark, quiet, scaring, and my mom is always telling me to never go down there." Scott kept his voice at a whisper as he looked around the hospital. "Come on." He took his friend's arm and the two ran for the stairway, leaving the unsupervised waiting room behind.

After several minutes of wandering around, and getting lost twice (although Scott was admit that he wasn't lost and knew where he was going), they finally made it to the right side of the basement of the hospital. Stiles looked around, surprised by how quiet it had become. "It's so quiet down here." They almost seemed alone. It would have scared any other five year old, but Stiles wasn't any normal kid and neither was Scott. It's what made them fit so well together, best friends.

"You haven't seen the best part. Well…" Scott realized Stiles might not think it was as cool as he did but he couldn't take it back now. "It's where all of the bad things end up anyways." He went through the door he had found by mistake one day, leading his friend into the cold room. "My mom says I shouldn't come down here." He looked around the dim mostly empty room.

Stiles knew the room from his dad's job what this room was: the morgue. He knew the drawers in the wall held dead bodies. He knew why Scott thought the bad things were here. The worst of the worse, the stuff that killed, found their way here. But there was a flaw in Scott's thinking. "We can't do anything here. It's too late here." Stiles took in a shaky breath. "We should to go where they first come in. We can fight the bad stuff there." For a split second, his mom flashed before his eyes. What if they could fight whatever was hurting his mom?

"Okay." Scott jumped up from the table he was leaning on. "So where do you want to go? There are different floors for different problems." How could someone make a decision like that? Stiles just shrugged in response. Scott smiled wide and grabbed his friend's arm as he took off out the door. "Then we will go after them all!" And they did.

The boys when to every floor trying to fight anything bad they came upon. Maybe they didn't cure any disease or even a person but many people laughed and smiled, even the two boys when Stiles thought today would be a day he wouldn't even smile at. But somewhere in the mist of blowing up rubber gloves, stealing extra scrubs, drawing faces on face masks, and running through the halls of the hospital Stiles had forgotten why he was there and was just playing with his friend.

However the day couldn't last forever, even if the boys wanted it to. An anger nurse and an even angrier cop found the two boys when they ran back to a janitor's closet for two rolling mop buckets in hopes for another race. As soon as they saw their parents' faces they dropped what was in their hands and their smiles fell. "Dad, I'm sorry…" Stiles started to apologize but didn't get far.

"We have spent the last two hours looking for you two!" Mr. Stilinski reached for his boy, at the end of his rope. He was completely drained after everything with his wife. After seeing the scans all he wanted to do was walk out into the waiting room and hold his little boy but when he saw an empty chair his heart sank to his stomach. He thought he was going to faint, lose it. If it weren't for the dark haired nurse who came up just in time looking for her son as well, she kept him calm and the two went looking for the boy together. Apparently the nurse knew Stiles and Claudia. "Do you know how scared…"

Melissa put a hand on the upset man's shoulder. "Okay, calm down, at least we found them." She knew the man was more upset about his wife than his son running off, she had heard other nurses talking. It was a rare case of dementia, a poor young mother slowly losing her mind. "Scott, Stiles, where have you two been?" She tried to stay calm and rational, her nurse face on.

Both of the boys broke out at the same time yelling about what they had been up to, fighting monsters of the hospital. But Mr. Stilinski didn't seem impressed so Stiles stopped, pulling on Scott's arm to make him do the same. "I'm sorry dad. I won't do it again."

The cop wanted to start yelling and cursing but then he saw the helpless, sad, and guilt-ridden look on his son's face. Those big brown eyes looked up at him as if it was his fault all of this was happening and maybe there was something he could do about it even if he was just a little kid. And with that the anger sank away and he fell to the floor, wrapping his arms around his son. "Yes you will. It's okay Stiles, I go around saving people all day. I understand why you would want to do the same. Just, please, next time I tell you to sit still…" He couldn't finish, thinking about the last time he'd seen the kid still (which was never). "I love you son." He held the kid close. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry." Stiles didn't know what else to say. "Can we go see mommy now?"

The man let go of his son enough to look into his eyes. "Yeah, let's go see your mom and go home." He looked back at the nurse. "Thanks for helping me find him." And then he turned to the other boy. "And thank you for helping my son fight the bad things in the hospital. But if you two go running off when you shouldn't again, playing renegades, I just might have to lock you both up myself." With that he picked up his son and walked down the hallway, keeping the little boy close to him as Stiles waved over his dad's shoulder to his best friend and fellow renegade.

"Hey, how's my little man?" Claudia smiled

"Great! Scott and I are renegades!" Stiles smiled at the new word he'd learned. He went on to tell his mom about his adventure as they drove home, not stopping even when his mom dazed out. He couldn't wait until he saw Scott again, forgetting to ask his mom how she did on her tests…