Deputy Stilinski

Stiles was nervous. He kept fixing and combing his hair; which was new for him. Lydia suggested it. He was looking in the mirror when he put the comb down and buttoned the top button of his tan shirt. He then looked at it and tilted his head. Then he unbuttoned it. He did this a few more times before a certain redhead snuck up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who." She said.

"Lyd-"he turned around and faced his fiancé. She grabbed his face and briefly focused on the ring on her left ring finger. She smiled and then looked up into his mesmerizing brown eyes. He met her gaze. He couldn't resist her beautiful green eyes.

"Stiles. You have no reason to be nervous." She ran her fingers gently through his soft brown hair.

"But what if I'm not good enough? What if I walk in and everyone hates me because they know that my dad got me this job? That I didn't earn it. Or they think I'm just some stupid kid in a uniform."

She looked him up and down and un-buttoned his top button.

"Remember when I got my foot caught in that bear trap?"

"Of course I do. I was so scared. I can't lose you. I never want you to get hurt."

"You couldn't even read and yet you managed to save me. You want to know why?"

"Because you helped me help you."

"No. Because you figured it out. You are way too smart to doubt yourself. You're going to walk in there and no matter what you do, you're going to be amazing. And if anyone doubts you, you will prove them wrong. You will prove yourself. I promise. I know you better than anyone else and I know that you will be the best freaking deputy Beacon Hills has ever seen. Okay?"

He looked down, still doubting himself. Lydia grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. Just like a time when they were younger; when it was the only solution. She held his face in her hands and repeated herself, firmly this time.

"Okay?" She said once again, this time with her eyebrows raised. He leaned in and kissed her, softly, this time. He put his arms around her and pulled her in and kissed her on the top of her head.

"Okay." They stood there, in front of the mirror in their bedroom, holding each other for a few minutes. Something about Stiles made Lydia feel safe. He loved her. He loved her strawberry blonde locks and perfect green eyes. He loved her because she was beautiful; inside and out. She brought out the best in him, and he brought out the best in her. He knew the guys at the station would make fun of him later for smelling like flower petals, but he didn't care. Lydia suddenly pulled away from him and grabbed her purse.

"We have to go."

"I don't have to be at the station until 10:00. And you took a personal day." It was Lydia's first year teaching Biology at BCHS. Yet, she took the day off to support her fiancé on his first day as a deputy. She knew how much it meant to him, and how nervous he was. And still is.

"Right. A personal day. And I personally want to go out and get breakfast."

"Who goes out for breakfast?"

"Lots of people. Plus, in that uniform, which you look hot in, by the way, it's expected that you show up in a diner and eat some donuts and drink some coffee. Let's go."

Stiles took his new cruiser instead of the jeep today. They arrived at the diner, when his radio started making noise. He couldn't figure out how to work it exactly, so Lydia took it from him and pressed the correct button. Then the voice became clear. It was his dad.

"We have a situation this morning. An abandoned 2008 Toyota Camry was just found near a tree in the woods, could be a 187, we need a few deputies to check it out."

Stiles knew this was his chance; his opportunity to shine. Lydia looked up at him; she knew what he was about to do. She shook her head.

"Stiles, n-"before she could finish her thought, Stiles was reaching for the radio. They struggled a bit until she finally let go. She buried her face in her hands.

"This is so not going to end well."

"Daddy-o! I'll check out that car." Stiles could barely hear his father on the other end; there was so much static.

"Son. No. Do not go out there." But it was too late. Stiles' mind was made up and as Sheriff Stilinski was yelling through the radio, Stiles turned on the police lights and siren and sped out of the parking lot, nearly crashing into someone's Camaro.

Stiles arrived on the scene 24 minutes later. As he was getting out of his car, his father was pulling up in his cruiser.

"Wait here, Lyds."

"Stiles please don't do this. Your father doesn't want you here. It's only your first day."

"Right! And like you said, I have to prove myself. One way or another." She once again looked at the diamond ring on her left ring finger. She then looked back at Stiles,
"Okay." Lydia knew she would have to learn to trust him. That he needed to do this.

"LYD- Okay? I mean, yeah, okay! Let's do this!" Stiles was used to Lydia arguing with him. He didn't expect her to support him on this that easily. He turned around, with the biggest, most ridiculous smile on his face Lydia had ever seen. He was excited; he was passionate; he was ready; but most importantly, he was ready. She looked at him. She really looked at him. She didn't see her soon to be father-in-law, or her friend, Jordan, she didn't even see the wrecked car. She saw her fiancé's nicely combed hair, and him turn around smiling like an idiot, giving her a thumbs up. She saw him happy simply because she believed in him.