Stiles

"Alright, so Dylan's mother is already gone for work. If there is an emergency, my number is on the fridge. Dylan has already eaten, so you don't have to feed him. You know, just hang out, keep him company and don't let him do anything that you wouldn't do." she shrugged, leading me into the kitchen to show me where she had put her number. Anything that I wouldn't do? That really doesn't really narrow it down. "Oh," she said suddenly. "How silly of me. I forgot to even ask you your name."

"Stiles." I told her.

"Stiles?" she frowned.

"Yeah, Stiles Stilinski. Stiles is just a nickname though." I explained.

"Stilinski?" she asked. "That name seems familiar."

"You might have met my father," I shrugged. "He's the sheriff."

"Oh," she said quietly. "Yes, that must have been it. Anyways, I mustn't be late so I suppose I will be leaving." she started walking towards the door. "Dylan," she said to the small boy. He hadn't moved at all. "You be good, alright? Listen to Stiles."

"I will." Dylan told her.

"Good luck," she said to me before she closed the door behind her. I stood there awkwardly for a few moments. It was dead silent as I stared at the young child, our eyes locked together. Finally, I decided to break the silence.

"So, uh, Dylan? How old are you?" I asked him.

"Seven." he answered.

"Okay, so what do you want to do?"

"We can play superhero and sidekick." Dylan suggested.

"What's that?" I asked, pretending to be curious. He stood and ran, disappearing down the hall. He came back with two capes. A black one and a yellow one.

"One of us is the superhero, and the other has to be the sidekick. We go fight crime!" he grinned. "I'll be Batman, you can be Robin." he tossed the the yellow cape.

"Yeah, sure." I nodded. "I always end up being Robin anyways, now don't I?" I muttered to myself.

"What do you mean?" Dylan frowned.

"Me and my friend play this game all the time," I said slowly. I hadn't realized that he had heard me. "He's always Batman though."

"Always?" Dylan frowned.

"Always." I told him.

"Well that's not fair." Dylan scoffed. "You're friend doesn't know how to take turns."

"No," I smiled. "I guess he doesn't." Dylan took the yellow cape from me and handed me the black one.

"You never get to be Batman," he explained. "So you can be Batman first."

"You sure?" I asked him.

"I'm sure." he nodded. "Come on, Batman!" he grinned. "Let's go fight crime!" He led me into a living room. A large couch sat against the wall. A huge television was hanging in the corner. A glass coffee table was in front of the couch, and a few potted plants lined up with the door. "Oh no!" he gasped.

"What is it, Robin?" I grinned.

"Batman! That cat is stuck in a tree!" he exclaimed, nodding towards their sleeping cat. "It's terrified! We have to help it!"

"Let's help that cat!" I told him. I've never felt like such a little kid. This is actually kind of fun. If Scott or Derek finds out about this, they'll never let me forget it. The time went by really fast and soon, his grandmother came home.

"Thank you for watching him." she smiled.

"No problem," I shrugged. I handed Dylan back his cape. "We had a lot of fun."

"That's good to hear," she nodded.

"Does Stiles have to go now?" Dylan pouted.

"Sorry little buddy," I told him. "I've got to go home now."

"Next time we need a babysitter, I know who to call." his grandmother said. She paid me and I said one last goodbye before I left. I hopped into the drivers seat of my jeep, and smiled. For once, I was Batman and not Robin. I started the engine and drove away from the house. When I got to my own house, my dad's police car was already there. I walked in the front door and dropped my keys on the counter.

"Where were you?" he asked.

"Babysitting." I replied.

"Babysitting?" he frowned. "Who were you babysitting?"

"A little boy named Dylan." I answered. "I'm really tired. I think I'll just go to bed."

"Alright." my dad shrugged. I walked up the stairs to my room and collapsed on my bed. I didn't bother changing. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Claudia

I got out of the cab and started walking up to my house when I froze. A boy walked out the front door and got into his jeep. It was him. The boy from the other day. I watched him drive away. Slowly, I walked into the house. My mother was there with Dylan.

"Mom!" Dylan grinned.

"That was him." I muttered to my mother. "That boy. The one that was just here. That's the boy that I saw the other day."

"Was he? I asked him to babysit Dylan while I ran an important errand. His name is Stiles."

"Stiles." I muttered. The name doesn't ring a bell, but I still can't help but think that I have seen him somewhere. Have I ever known a boy named Stiles?

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