A/N: Sorry time for some serious talk between Stiles and The Marshal.

"You done?" The marshal asked taking his seat.

All Stiles could do was nod as he tried to gain his breath and control his breathing. The marshal started to the car and started driving down the road again as Stiles gained this breath.

After a few minutes back on the road.

"You never answered my question before. So do you?" Stiles asked breaking the silence that was filled when he gained his breath again.

"Do I what?" The marshal replied drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel.

"Don't you have other cases or people to look after?"

"I did. Most of those cases have been closed, or the people are fine in the program."

"Any open?"

"Yeah, one."

"Who?"

The marshal just looked at the boy seeing that he was completely missing the giant neon sign that was in front of him, metaphorically since they were just about to a real neon sign for something, before responding.

"Really. Its you, you idiot."

"Oh. I meant other other cases besides mine."

"Nope. You were the last one before they transfered me."

"Why'd you get transfered."

"They wanted some of the best, but with your case they needed special requirements."

"Like a marshal with no family, or any active cases." Stiles spoke looking out the window.

The marshal just looked at him like he discovered time travel.

"How did you know."

"Well "special requirement" is not hard to figure out is code for someone who can leave with this kid and not make a big fuss about it." Stiles spoke looking at the road.

"Does that bother you?" Marshal not sure if he was trending into murky waters.

"Yes. No. A little. I guess thats good. But sucks if you didn't want to move. Sorry if it does."

"I'm fine where ever. I moved around a lot when I was younger. So it doesn't really bother me much."

There was an awkward silence that both of them felt suffocating the car for awhile as they drove.

"Favorite ice-cream flavor?" Stiles asked randomly.

"What?" The marshal asked causing him to swerve a little on the road.

"Well if we're going to be father and son. In this new life of mine. I need to know some of the basic personal stuff. Not just the important made up stuff. Like favorite color, food, sports team, allergies, spiritual beliefs, music, or any thing else. Not to mention some good made up personal stuff."

"Such as?" The marshal lost in what Stiles was trying to say.

"Like what did you get me for my fifth birthday. Where we took our last vacation if we ever take one. Any fight we may or may not be in right now. Embarrassing childhood stories. Pets if any. You know stuff like that." Stiles said.

The marshal looked at him like he just time traveled and came back with a Dodo bird.

"That's... that's..."

"Stupid?"

"No. Actually smart. You're right about knowing some of the personal stuff. It would help sell the idea us being father and son. We should have thought of that since ..."

"Since that's our back story. Oh and by "we" do you mean the dick attorney."

"Yes."

"Ha don't forget to mention that next we see him."

The drive for the rest of the day was bouncing information off each other making the back story more believable. They pulled in to motel for the night seeing that they were still a long ways from Beacon Hills. They walked into the front office/ reception area.

"One room or two?" Asked the man behind the counter.

They two of them just looked at each other having not decided what to do about the sleeping arrangements.

"Uhhh." The two of them said together.

"Two. Next to each other if can. If not we'll take the one." The marshal answered.

The man just looked at them for a second, but looked at the log book to see what rooms were available.

"You're in luck last two right next to each." The guys said grabbing the keys before handing it to them. "Sign, please."

"Thanks." The marshal said taking the keys.

"Pull around back and they'll be last ones on the left side." The man said as they headed back out the door.

They pulled the around the motel parking close to their rooms. The marshal helped Stiles pull his things and set them down by the door.

"I could have done it myself you know." Stiles said as he stepped into the middle of the room.

"I know; but its better you probably would have put them in the middle of the room."

"And thats bad because?"

"Incase somehow Daehler followed us here and I got the call that he was close by. You could trip if you set them down in the middle of the room. Close by the door makes it for an easy escape."

"Wow always thinking, huh?"

"Part of the job."

"So what do the rules say about motels and sleeping arrangements?"

"Normally, we would have to close by. Either if the room or suite is big enough to be right there on the couch or floor. But in case it makes it for an awkward situation we try to get room right to each other or stake out in the car."

"Wow, sucks. And this is awkward?" Stiles pointing between them.

"I don't know your preference. You could want to be alone or would find it odd to sleep in the same room with someone you don't know."

"Slept on the plane."

"Again don't know."

"Alright. Get some sleep. We'll need it right?"

"Yeah. Ni.." The marshal started to say before leaving the room quickly, returning with a small bag and reaching inside to give something to Stiles.

"Here. Take it just incase." The marshal said handing a small box to Stiles.

"What is it?" Stiles asked taking the box, before opening it. "Really? A teaser?"

"Just take it. For now incase something happens on the road, I need to know you at least have something that can protect you."

"Really. A gun would be better."

"Have you even held or fired a gone before?" Silence. "I thought so. If I gave you a gun you probably would hurt yourself more than anyone else."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Hey, leave the protection up to me, okay. Just worry about being a kid for now."

"Yeah. Night."

"Night." With that the marshal left the room closing the door behind him.

Stiles quickly heard his footsteps going back to the car and getting his stuff out before the muffled sounds of him entering him next door. Followed by some muffled sounds of him moving about in the room. Stiles felt completely tired despite being stuck in a car the whole day and dropped into the bed quickly falling a sleep. The next morning Stiles woke up with the sun hitting his face and a little sore from the used mattress. By the time Stiles was done getting ready and stepped out from the bathroom the marshal knocked on the door. Stiles finished pulling his arm and head through the shirt and went to open the door.

"First next time check to see who it is before you blindly open the door. Two you up?"

"Oh sorry. Yeah just need to put away my clothes, and then its back on the road."

"Yeah we'll stop and look for something to eat before we go." The marshal said before going back to his room and getting his things.

They quickly loaded up their bag back into the car and drove around to the front office again giving back the keys before looking for some place to eat. After a short drive they found another diner and sat down and after another small fight that ended with Stiles finding something the was still healthy for the marshal while having just enough for him not to complain; they eat their meals in peace, paid, and left heading back on the road.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hoped you guys like the bonding time with Stiles and The Marshal.

R & R are welcome.