Notes:

A new story... yay!

I know I have tons of other stories that are not done yet, and do not worry; they will be finished. But I've been really wanting to write this story for a long time and yeah, so here it is.

Get ready for some pain, though, because I just had a horrible idea — just a pre-warning. There's going to be some pain. Also, I love the idea that Stiles could be a Grimm. And so I really wanted to write a fake about it.

So enjoy.

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Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was not how today was supposed to go. I just wanted a vacation. I just wanted to enjoy a little time away from the craziness that is Beacon Hills. I mean one summer, only one summer in peace was all I wanted. Even if I was initially forced out of the house and on a plane to go to a training program, I still expected some leisure. Well, no, I expect a lot of bullshit from this stupid police internship, considering I could've just interned for my father. But nooo; 'Stiles, you must go intern in Portland. You must get away from all this trouble. Or tell me the truth,' says my father. Yeah, like that's ever going to happen. But I thought, Portland, no way it could be as bad as Beacon Hills. But crap man, it may just be worse. And what the hell is a Grimm anyway?

So let's go back a few weeks. My father, who was sick of me lying to him about all the werewolf nonsense decided to ship me off to Portland. And I have no relations with anyone there so I asked why Portland of all places. I mean he couldn't have sent me to New York or like I don't let me stay home. But he had apparently thought this through. Without my knowledge, my good old pops signed me up for a police officer training internship. Now I would be fine if he told me ahead of time. And maybe if it was close to home, if it couldn't have been at home. But no, no dear old dad, had put the location, for anywhere in America. So there I was shipped off to Portland. Like literally shipped off, my dad had packed a suitcase for me and drove me to the airport before he even hinted as to what was happening. I was just handed some tickets and pushed on the line. I tried to walk back out of the airport but my dad watched me the whole way until I disappeared into the TSA mess.

I mean he could've just told me, though considering I probably wouldn't have gone. But I figured I should just enjoy it. I didn't have my cell phone, I had forgotten it. I had to buy a disposable one because I wasn't going to survive without one. My dad did apologize saying he should've remembered to grab it before we left when I texted him from the new phone complaining to him about my woes. But it was too late now anyway. I grabbed a small bite to eat and sat on the plane. I luckily had the window seat. I stared outside and just sighed to myself I mean, getting away from Beacon Hills could be a good thing. I mean I almost die every week so maybe, this was good. But I don't know, I have this uneasy feeling about leaving like something bad was gonna happen. The moment we left the area of Beacon county I that strange feeling grew and grew. But nothing bad had happened yet so maybe I'm just imagining it.

I get off the plane and I pulled out a letter my dad gave me with the tickets. It was supposedly instructions to go to a hotel and then instructions to get to the station from there. I had one day, well more like half-day by now, of leisure then off to the internship. Which in retrospect isn't so bad, I mean other than being an errand boy for the first few days, maybe I could get my hands on some cases. At least that will be exciting. I mean, what do I even do in Portland? I wonder if they are overrun with the supernatural? Ha, that's just stupid, nowhere is as bad as Beacon Hills.

*Stiles will unknowingly soon regret those words*

Once I got to the hotel I was surprised, it was sorta fancy. Maybe it came with the internship because I doubt we could actually afford this. If so my dad has been holding out on me. I didn't really do much for the rest of today, I dropped my suitcase off at the hotel then went to explore. I didn't walk into any shops, but there are few I'd like to visit. I did pass by the station but I decided not to go in. I could introduce myself tomorrow. I still couldn't shake that feeling that something was wrong though. I should be cautious, my feelings are normally right.

And just my luck, or well my unluck, I was being robbed. The first day in a new city and I'm already becoming a statistic. I just must be a magnet for trouble. A guy, late 20's maybe pulled a knife on me and said to give him all of my money. Two problems here, I thought it was unsafe to carry all my money on my person so I left it all in the hotel in my suitcase hidden away safe and sound. And I also left my cell phone because I forgot that it didn't look like my own cell phone and I also left it on my bed. I had tried to tell the man but I didn't have any money, of course, he didn't believe me because who walks around with no money. And so he pushed me into an alleyway with the knife still in my face. I can see this evening going horribly wrong. Imagine little old me getting stabbed to death in an alley because I did not have any money on me, as I was forced to a place I didn't want to be. Just great. Before I feel like he's going to stab me in the face his face changes. No, I'm not surprised because Derek, Scott, practically the whole population of people Beacon Hills does this. So no shock really, but a little surprised because he was not a werewolf. No, he was some lizard thing. I don't even know what that could be. A were-lizard? Is that even a thing? But the moment that he changed his face and he stared me directly in the eyes he dropped his knife on the floor looked scared and ran away. Maybe he didn't mean to show me his face. Maybe he was scared that I would you know tell on him and you know maybe another witch hunt would happen because you know humans don't like the freaky and abnormal. Well, at least that happened. I guess some good luck since I ended up, alive and well, enough.

I should report the mugging. I grabbed a napkin off the floor and picked up the knife. I wrapped it up and put it in my pocket and headed to the police station. I wonder if they catch the guy, maybe I could ask him what he is? I doubt google will help much, I mean if I haven't crossed it by now then I'll never cross it. Better to ask the source.

I walked into the station and wow. This is a step up from a small-town station. It's so big. I get through security just fine even with a knife on me, weird, I thought they'd have bigger security measures. Anyway, I was kinda left on my own so I just walked up to a random desk.

"Excuse me?" I ask a young-looking, detective?

I mean he has his own desk and he's not in uniform, so detective seems right. The guy turns and smiles, while another guy in the desk next to him lifts his head from his work.

"Uh, I'd like to report a crime," I tell them reaching into my pocket.

I pull out the tissue and open it to reveal the small knife.

"Uh, some guy tried to mug me with it like a half an hour ago," I say as I hand over the knife.

The young detective takes it and looks confused,

"Tried? Did he not mug you?" He asks looking me up and down.

Which rude.

"Well I didn't have anything on me, but he was swinging the knife around in my face so, since he wasn't successful with me he might go after someone else. So I brought the knife so maybe you could get a print." I say quickly.

The older guy in the desk next to the young detective asks,

"What happened to the guy that owned the knife? It's not like he just ran away if he was going to mug you."

I laugh,

"Funny thing was that's actually what happened. He was swinging the knife in my face and then all of a sudden he dropped it and ran away. I mean when you find a guy you could ask him but that's what happened, I just came to give the knife in and report a crime do you need me to sign a witness statement or something." I ask because I want to go to sleep.

The young detective nods,

"Yeah, actually that would be great here."

He gets me a chair and gives me the paper. I've done this more times than should be legal in Beacon Hills so I just got to writing.

"Seems like you know how to do this," States the young detective.

"Well yeah obviously." I sas back.

I could see he was fishing for information but he could find out all he needs to know tomorrow. The older, but not like old, detective laughs as I finish writing the statement.

"Well here," I say as I hand him the flawless and complete statement.

"I can go now, right?" I ask.

They both nod, so I leave quickly. I don't know how I feel about Portland yet. Hmmm. I guess I have two months to like it, or it's gonna be two miserable months. Though that were-lizard was cool. Maybe I will have fun.

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Notes:

That was the first chapter. It was actually rather long compared to all my other first chapters. This was five pages. Normally there like not even one page. So yay improvement. I hope you guys are interested in the story it's gonna take a few weird turns that nobody's going to expect but that's the great thing about stories. Always got to keep you on your toes.

Thank you for reading. Look out for the next chapter soon!