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"No! No no no no no." Jay stared at his placement letter and tried to will it to say something else, anything else. But the letters and words stayed in the same order and wouldn't change.
Upon graduation, he was being sent to Beacon Hills. Because they were short of EMTs, but they paid a bonus for working there. They said it was because it was a smaller city, only everyone knew it was because it was one of the epicenters of supernatural bullshit on the west coast.
They paid you extra because it was extra likely that you would die.
He went to their school and tried to talk to people, ask why he got the short straw and the answer was his couple years of military service. He had been in the fucking coast guard! He had been hoping for a coastal placement out east, if he was honest. Maryland seemed nice.
But nope, landlocked, in a town where cops and hospital workers died at a rate of twelve percent more likely than average for those jobs. They were nice and paid fifteen percent more, up to eighteen if you stayed longer than your training hours.
He was in debt up to his eyeballs so that was handy. But also fucking Beacon Hills.
You literally couldn't start the job unless you had your will in order.
There was a text saying since they all got their placement letters, they should meet up for drinks tonight.
And yes, since it would be the last time together, they would have to invite Stiles. Jay groaned and it was clear that he wasn't the only one who felt like that, because several gifs were put in the group chat suggesting they hated the idea.
They didn't hate hate Stiles. They just found him obnoxious. And tiring, and frustrating, and god he talked so much.
He wasn't even fully in their cohort, because he already had complete EMT training. He was in the advanced training for focus on supernatural beings. But for some reason he was in with them a few hours every day. Something about having missed enough days that even though he had already passed these classes he had to make them up.
They had all been fine with him, until it had reached the twenty hours of study everyone had to do on supernatural creatures. He had been twitchy but quiet until that unit. Had come out drinking with everyone a couple times, studied up with them.
No one really vibed with him, but he wasn't that bad.
It was two new trainers brought in for the supernatural, or SN. as they all called it, unit. One was an actual doctor, one a SN EMT who had been a trainer two years ago. Talk about experts.
And the second day in, the doctor explained that werewolves healed the quickest of all supernatural creatures, which caused problems for medical intervention, because no one had successfully tracked the rate of healing, or even how to trigger it when it hadn't kicked in yet.
Jay had been taking notes, they all had been, because the textbook made it clear that of all SN calls, werewolves were the hardest to deal with.
But then there had been a laugh from Stiles.
"Problem?" The doctor had asked.
"Well, yeah, it's easy. If it is a regular wound, like stabbing, broken bone, gunshot, then a beta heals at about an inch per thirty seconds, an alpha half that time, an omega double. If the wound is caused by an alpha quadruple that healing time." Stiles was clicking his pen in a weird 3 pattern that drove them all crazy. "Of course wounds impacted by wolfsbane, the healing time is significantly lower, halted entirely until the wolfsbane is dealt with, at which time just punch a wolf or dislocate a joint, and the healing will kick in at the usual rate."
A girl in their class, Kelsey, had looked at Stiles in horror, "you want to punch an injured wolf. In that state they are close to feral and would likely kill you."
"Indeed Miss Markland, you are correct. Mr. Stilinski, is that what they taught you in the specialized classes? I think not because I am the curriculum supervisor for those classes and I do not teach such outdated, and frankly speciest suggestions. To punch an injured werewolf suggests a cruelty that would lead to suspension at the very least."
Stiles was looking at the man in confusion. "So you're the dude who is responsible for all the wrong information about wild hunt victims in the reading? We should have a meeting, so I can fix it all."
The room went silent at the sheer brass balls on Stilinski there. The teachers elected to ignore that, which was impressive to Jay because if Stilinksi had called him an idiot like that, he'd have punched the guy.
And every day of their SN unit was like that. Every time the instructors sank into a rhythm, Stilinski would be right there, correcting them. And they wouldn't yell at him, but say he was dealing in old wives tales, and werepedia nonsense. By the last few hours of the unit, they had gotten fed up and suggested that Stilinski would be pulled from his specialized training if he didn't shut up.
It was probably a dick move, but the class had clapped when the trainers had said that.
Stilinski hadn't said another word and they had found out he barely passed the minimum for that section. After that, they had made a new group chat without Stilinski and sort of ostracized him.
But it was the end of their courses and they got two weeks off, and then started their logged official on the job training hours. Two thousand hours of shadowing a team, and then they would be official EMTs. And he was doing his placement at a place that some joked was the gateway to hell.
He hoped he would survive.
Jay dressed nice for the party, because maybe he'd finally hook up with Kelsey, god her tits were so good and he just wanted to play with them. He made it to the bar and fuck her top was so tight, and the way she smiled at him, Jay was real hopeful for how the night would play out.
He grabbed a beer and was aiming for the seat next to her, when fucking Stilinski managed to scoop that barstool at their high top. Jay smiled, or tried to, "Hey Stilinski," he said.
"Hey, how's it going? Thanks for inviting me! Shame school got so crazy we all stopped going out together." Shit, the guy honestly just thought everyone got too serious about school to hang. He was going to burn out on the job so hard with that sincerity.
"Yeah, crazy," Kelsey laughed awkwardly. They all made small talk until the last couple who said they were showing arrived, and they raised their glasses to finishing the program. "Now then," Kelsey said after downing a shot, "where did everyone get?"
Jay sat there and listened to all the placements that were a million times better than his and found out Kelsey was going to be in Palo Alto, actually that was visitable; he really hoped they would hook up tonight.
When they looked at him, he groaned and hung his head. "Oh god, are they sending you to Kansas or something?"
"I wish," Jay moaned, "I got Beacon Hills."
The table went silent.
Well, no, it didn't. Because fucking Stilinski cheered. Jay wanted to punch him so badly but if he broke his hand he couldn't do his logged hours and he'd be fucked. But he glared, all of them did. "You happy I'm going to die? Real classy, Stilinski," he managed to say.
Stilinski looked confused, "No? I'm just happy. I got Beacon Hills too. Built in work friend."
Jay blinked and he appreciated all the sympathetic looks he got. He hadn't thought he day could get worse, but it seemed he was wrong. He was going to have to walk into hell, and his life line was the most hated guy in their class.
"I don't want to share an apartment with you," Jay said a bit too loudly. But seriously, if people got sent to the same city, they tended to room together. Save money, built in support. The thought of living with that pen clicking though, he would murder.
Stilinski laughed, "what? No? Don't worry, I already have a place. But it's great we'll be working together. Who needs another round, my coke needs a refill, happy to grab you stuff."
"You aren't drinking?" someone asked him.
"No. I don't drink. Ever." There was a look on Stilinski's face, just a shadow of darkness. "Not a big fan of anything that can alter your personality."
No one asked him to grab anything, the table mood taking a dive at his statement and his phone chimed. Stilinski looked at it, and then had that smirk back on his face. "Or, never mind. I gotta go home and do some quality face time. You all have fun! Been great learning with you. Peace!" He took off almost running and everyone was frankly relieved.
The party got going after that and yeah he got to go home with Kelsey and it was great.
Maybe Beacon Hills wouldn't be that bad.
It was two months in, and he was still alive. Jay was trying to look on the positive side. He was alive, his studio apartment above a coffee shop was actually kinda great, and he had met some people at work, and at the gym he went to. He was actually building a not completely awful life.
But there was seldom a quiet shift, and just you could feel the magic in the air in this town, sometimes swore you would choke on it. He was told he was imagining it, but he was not an imaginative guy. And like sorry, even regular calls just had some weird stuff going on.
And worst of all, he had ended up on the same shift schedule as Stilinski. There were six fully trained EMTs per shift, plus the two of them. You'd think they'd put the two trainees on opposite shifts, but also they were short staffed so they were equalling the eight.
Jay was pretty sure that might be illegal, but also what could you do, especially in a town like Beacon Hills.
The problem was though that meant he was spending a lot of time around Stilinski. Well sort of, the guy would flit into the break room they had and flop on the couch, play some video games, and then was up and bouncing around.
And he would come back with coffee that smelled better than the bullshit their pot oozed out. One day he had asked Stilinski where he was getting it.
"Oh the ER nurses station on Monday through Thursday. NICU on the other days."
Jay stared at him, "you just waltz in and take coffee?" The nurses were notoriously territorial about their stuff and you did not go into their zone without reason. Particularly the ER. Head Nurse McCall terrified him. He had maybe not put enough pressure on a wound they were bringing in, and she yelled at him for twenty minutes. But then taught him what to do.
No way did twitchy Stilinski have the balls to go up against her and steal the coffee. He was probably door dashing it from Starbucks or something.
He had mentioned to the guy who was working with him the most one night that he found Stilinski a lot to handle and there had been a snort. "Yeah, he'll be like that," was said and there was a laugh.
At least he wasn't alone in finding Stilinski annoying.
But at least Stilinski hadn't tried to befriend him or anything. That was a win.
Jay was on his four days off, and out at the bar with some of the friends he had made. He was three beers in and having a good time. Thought maybe later he'd text Kelsey for a bit of sexting or something. But also they weren't more than hookups, and there was a woman shooting pool with friends that had a great ass and smiled at him a few times.
"Jay!" he heard called and looked over. Shit, what was Stilinski doing here? The guy didn't drink. But he was with a group of people, so perhaps his friends wanted to be here.
He would play nice, because he wasn't an asshole. "Hey, Stilinski," he said and went over. "Heard they were switching your shifts?"
There was an eye roll and a dramatic sigh. "You prank your lead a couple times and boom he passes you off to the old guy who is a hardass and will teach me a lesson or two." There was a snort, "did he read that wrong or what?"
Jay winced a bit because there was only one 'old guy' and he wasn't that old. But Carl was missing an eye and had tattoos and he was pretty sure a serious past as something or other. The guy was fucking terrifying so much so, that no one else would work with him longer than two shift cycles. It was in their contracts that they didn't have to. He wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy. And while he didn't especially like Stilinski, the guy didn't deserve that hell. "Sorry, man," Jay offered. "Let me buy your coke." It felt right.
"Aww, thanks, but my buddy here has me covered. Don't you buddy?" Stiles threw his arm around a guy. "This is my best guy. My Scott. And tonight is his one night a month out on the town. It's such a big deal, not even my guy is allowed to join us. No romance allowed tonight!"
"And I shouldn't even be here. I should be at home helping Kira."
"Kira who kicked you out. Literally threw you at me and told me, and this is a quote 'remove my husband from my presence for three hours or I will slice him in half with my kitana' end quote." Stiles was laughing. "Dude, you are fussing so much."
There was a shrug, "Stiles, you are supposed to fuss when your wife has morning, well nighttime sickness."
"Hey, congrats," Jay offered. "Your first?"
"Yeah," the guy was so awkward, but clearly excited. "Kira is going to be an amazing mom, and I hope I don't mess it up."
"You'll be a great dad, dude, and besides you have Uncle Stiles on your side!"
Jay couldn't help it, "Oh god, do not let Stiles near a baby." He froze because shit that was probably bad to have said. But the five people in that group just began to laugh.
"Damn, he read you," one of them said. There was much laughter and Stiles protested, but was also laughing. Jay gave Stiles a wave and went back to his group.
He occasionally looked over when Stiles laughed, and maybe the guy was growing on him. A very small bit.
It had been a blissful month, or as blissful as Beacon Hills could be, when they got the call for a bad pile up on the road thanks to the storm that had come out of damn nowhere.
Everyone went out, people off shift were called in, which meant he ran into Stiles at the scene of the accident. First time had seen the guy in weeks.
And he was in pajamas.
"Stiles," he called, "kid trapped in that car."
"I can hear her screaming. What I don't see is any of us going to get her."
"Cops won't let us through, there is a gas leak from one of the cars. And the way to her means going over the side of the rail there and they aren't sure how stable the ground is."
"They'll let me through," Stiles said as he grabbed a kit bag.
Jay stared in shock as Stiles just walked up to a deputy and stared him down. He waited for Stiles to be pushed back, but even in the dark he swore the deputy paled and then moved out of Stiles' way. Stiles just kept walking forward, uncaring about where there may or may not be gas and reached the car. He had to climb over the car that was t-boned into it and if he went over the side, he would die.
Jay couldn't help it and pressed forward. As much as he disliked the guy, he didn't want him dead.
But the deputy who had let Stiles through, stopped him. "Sorry, too dangerous."
"Lives are at stake."
"We've established the girl in the car is an SN. She has healing, she will be fine, until we can get the gasoline cleared up."
The guy looked about their age, mid twenties, and pale. "You let Stilinski through."
"I did," was all he said.
"So let me through to help Stilinski."
"No," and a hand moved to the gun at his side. "It is too dangerous for you."
Jay wanted to punch the guy and kept looking at Stilinski was was now on the front of the car. He was confused what the guy was doing especially when he saw the guy reach into his bag and pull out something spiked.
"Hey, Jordan, how's it going?"
Jay looked over and gulped. It was Carl. "He let Stilinski through," he pointed and they all watched Stilinski break the front windshield of the car and crawl inside. "We need to help too."
"Nah, that pup's got it handled," Carl dismissed, "this is good enrichment for him. He's been a bit bored on the job. Mainly because his other job been quiet recently."
"He has another job?" Jay knew that they all had debt but this job was exhausting enough, he couldn't imagine picking up hours at anything. They both turned and looked at him like he was an idiot, and he had no idea why. He decided to see if maybe he could sneak closer to Stilinksi while these two guys talked like nothing was going on.
Only Carl's hand grabbed his collar and he froze. "Mischief's got this. Easier if we don't interfere."
"Who?" Jay followed the man's gaze and saw Stiles wriggle out of the wreck, child in arms. He also saw an electric wire snap, and froze. He prayed.
Stiles was running, and then so was that deputy.
The line hit the gas and the explosion was blinding in the dark.
He could smell burnt flesh and gagged. The thump Carl gave to his back didn't help. Once his vision cleared, he saw that deputy on fire but seeming fine with it. "Hellhound?" he squeaked out. They were insanely rare.
"Yup," Carl sighed, "Sheriff is gonna be pissed."
"Why?"
"Jordan's blown through his uniform budget twice over this year already." Carl was standing, arms crossed shaking his head, "guy will be bitching at poker for an hour over it."
Honestly, it didn't surprise Jay in the least that Carl played poker with the sheriff. Stiles approached them with the child, who had her head on Stiles' shoulder tears slowly falling down her cheeks, but she was making no noise. A thumb slid into her mouth. "Sit rep," Jay said automatically.
Carl shushed him, "she's trying to fall asleep."
"Even with super healing, we need to check her over," Jay protested.
"She's fine," Stiles reassured, "aren't you sweetie?"
She nuzzled against him, and almost purred, "yes, sir. You keep all Beacon Hills safe. Mama says."
"Mama is right," Stiles agreed. "And Mama will be with you soon, okay? You just go to sleep, dream of magic things. The Hale pack that protects this land will guide and watch over you."
"Mm, kay," she said and was asleep a minute later.
"Tell me I didn't just lie to this kid and that her mother is fine?"
"They've taken her to the hospital," Carl told him. "Even with werewolf healing, almost sliced in half gonna take a bit. But she is going to be fine. They were driving on vacation down to Mexico. Jackass decided to pass them on a curve in the rain. That guy didn't make it."
Jay winced at the callousness in Carl's voice, hoped he wouldn't get dismissive about death like that.
He heard a door slam and looked over. "Parrish!"
Jay would have hit Stiles for snickering at the deputies bashful face, but the guy was still holding the girl. "Sir," he greeted the sheriff politely. The guy from all accounts was a good man, and actually worked his ass off to protect human and SN the same. He was the reason it was only twelve percent more likely that Jay was gonna die instead of the twenty eight percent it had been before he became sheriff over a decade ago.
Jay wished he didn't know that but Stiles rambled and somehow that information had stuck.
"Hey," the sheriff said. All the sternness in his face melted though when he saw the little girl. "How is she?"
"Fine," Stiles swore. "Her mother had her properly in her booster seat, best rated one too, so kid stayed safe. There will likely be trauma from what she saw, but hopefully she is young enough it will fade."
"I am sure it will," the sheriff said and ran a hand over her head.
It woke her up a bit and she slurred out a sad paw paw and leaned. The girl was easily transferred to his arms and she let out animalistic almost purrs.
"There you go," the sheriff crooned. "Gotta get practice in, Scott's baby is almost here. Also one day, might be an actual grandpa, instead of just honourary one." There was a pointed look in Stiles' direction.
How was it that in that moment was the one where Jay realized that perhaps Sheriff Stilinski and Stiles Stilinski were related? He blamed the town itself for making him stupid.
"Dad, I'm twenty four. I have many child bearing years ahead of me."
Jay had to laugh at the sarcasm in Stiles' voice.
"Oh, like I'm trusting you to be in charge of my grandchildren," the sheriff muttered, "your boyfriend is the stay at home parent, not you."
Jay blinked, he knew Stiles had mentioned a guy, but didn't realize they were that level of commitment. Who the hell had time with all their training hours?
"Oh my god, wait, he would be so good at that," Stiles looked like he was having a revelation. "Why the fuck was I not thinking about that?" Jay found himself pinned by a gaze. "Dude, my guy would be such a good mom. Also, hey, do I have a breeding kink? Did my father just instill in me a breeding kink?"
Jay was not going to answer that, he just turned and walked back to the truck, to help with a woman from three cars back who had some whiplash.
Jay looked up as Stiles called his name. "Yeah?" He was just coming on shift, and it was clear Stiles was going off, but he was holding a bag. Out to Jay. "What's that?"
"A combo winter solstice gift slash happy half way done our training hours gift!" Stiles was almost bouncing. "Dude, as of yesterday you hit one thousand hours done."
Jay blinked. "Shit, really?" He couldn't believe it. He stared at the bag. "I didn't get you a thing for either."
"It's cool," Stiles wiggled the bag, "don't worry I didn't make the food. My boyfriend did. He is getting really into cooking ever since I suggested if he wanted kids he'd be the one staying home and raising them, and like he got crazy on board. Hadn't even really thought about it, but he was like I wasn't going to bring it up until you were done your training hours, but I would like two or three kids, my sister is willing to surrogate for us, but also here is a list of the requirements for SN state adoption, but also my uncle needs like a week notice and can get us a kid, and he won't even kill their parents to do it! Which, Jay, my guy, that was a sentence my boyfriend said to me. Then he started researching how to make homemade baby food."
"That is…a lot to process," Jay said slowly and took the bag from Stiles. "Holy shit," he breathed in, "this smells amazing."
"Yeah, he has gone to town. There are three types of cookies in there. Apparently no evil preservative laced crap for our children," there was an eye roll, "But let me tell you, Daddy is absolutely going to sneak those kids out for burgers, curly fries, and oreos when the time comes."
Jay was starting to get a picture of Stiles' boyfriend in his mind, had to have the patience of a saint to deal with Stilinski. "Where does your guy work?"
"Do you know, he got a job at the public library?" Stiles was beaming. "He did his MLiS online, didn't tell any of us he was doing that. Bastard paid for keeping that secret let me tell you. But he is in charge of cataloguing, and buying. He's actually gotten a government grant to build a historical database, as this area is a prime SN territory, but not a lot of archived information. So yeah, he's doing that. Hopes in five years to have a teeny book museum attached to the library."
"That's actually pretty cool," Jay said, picturing a sweet and soft spoken nerd. Quiet, who wouldn't mind that Stiles never shut up. "Does he knit?"
"How'd you guess?" Stiles was beaming.
"Just a hunch. Good for you. And thanks for this. Really." Jay smiled at Stiles. "And congrats on hitting your halfway mark too."
"Nah, that's not for a couple weeks. I had to take some emergency leave, due to my other job. But getting closer. You drew high card and have Christmas off?"
"Yup, flying out to see my sister in Austin. Her rugrats are really getting to the fun age, teach them cool stuff."
"Awesome, well have fun then," Stiles gave a wave and headed out.
Jay went on shift and it was busy but not too busy, and goddamn they were maybe the best cookies he had ever eaten. "Holy hell," he moaned.
"Derek's snickerdoodles?" Head Nurse McCall said. "They deserve some better coffee to go with them."
Jay stared as a coffee from the nurse's station was handed to him. "For real?"
"If you earn Derek cookies, you earn a decent cup to go with them. You didn't seem nice to Stiles so wasn't willing to warm up, because that's my boy, but if you get cookies, maybe I'll thaw a bit."
"You're Stiles mom?" Oh shit, that would explain a few things.
"Honourary, like how his dad is honourary grandpa to my granddaughter. Who you now get to see thirty photos of, while you enjoy the coffee and cookies."
"Yes, ma'am," Jay agreed and the kid was all baby squished and he paused, "is she is a leather jacket?"
"Uncle Stiles," Melissa laughed. "All werewolves love leather jackets. We don't know yet if she'll be wolf or kitsune, but no matter he insisted join the pack get a leather jacket."
That was actually pretty cute. "Stiles cares a lot."
"I mean, it's his job right?" Melissa was smiling, "not that he considers it work." There was a shoulder squeeze. "Glad you started to warm up to him. He was so excited to have a work friend."
"He was a dick in school," Jay blurted out.
He waited for his coffee to be taken away, but there was just a laugh. "Let me guess, the SN unit?" Jay could only nod, "I mean, he was probably right."
"He wasn't! We were being taught by the man who actually work the unit, a huge honour and Stiles argued so much he was almost kicked out."
"Nah, Stiles was right," Melissa said with the most confidence and sincerity. "You enjoy the cookies and coffee."
"Thanks," Jay called out. "Your grandkid is cute."
There was a wave and he finished the cookies. A thousand hours down, maybe Beacon Hills wasn't so bad.
Jay stood in the sheriff's department, waiting behind the hellhound deputy. It was the type of call you didn't want. The type of call that reminded him why he was going to absolutely leave when his training hours were up.
Because an omega wolf had stormed the sheriff's department, hopped up on the full moon and some sort of drug. Three deputies were on the ground injured to various degrees. He wanted to go to the injured but there was a problem.
It was another wolf who had taken down the omega, and right now he was being territorial over the injured not letting anyone near them. The only one who had been allowed through was the sheriff, and Jay was shouting out instructions to the man, and it seemed he had basic triaging skills. But anytime anyone tried to get close, the wolf snarled and frankly the guy looked dangerous enough no one was going near.
He heard a door open behind him and a curse. "Dad?"
"Stiles, thank god you finally got here!"
"I was off shift, I worked a double, and I deserved a damn break," was said and then, "hey Jay, give me your bag, I'm going in."
"Stiles," Jay froze, "that is a feral wolf right now. I don't know why he is defending territory, but he is. He let your dad in to help but we need to tranq that wolf. Carl is doing the dose measurements."
"Ugh, that stuff has to be so precise."
"No shit, it is why it is taking another five minutes. Only not sure that one cop has that much time." Jay was shaking a bit.
"I got this, Parrish back me up."
"You got it, sir," Parrish answered.
Why the fuck was Parrish calling him sir? Jay gave the bag to Stiles and waited, sure he was going to see the guy die, and Parrish was behind Stiles, shouldn't the hellhound be in front?
"Why haven't you calmed him down, Dad?"
"When he's like this, the only thing would calm him down is a bj and oh yeah, I'm doing that in the middle of the station in front of everyone, corpse there, my guys here. Do your fucking job, kid. Get my Peter back to me."
"Peter?" Jay whispered.
"Peter Hale, the left hand of the Hale pack. Sheriff's husband."
"The sheriff is married to a left hand?" That was insane. Everyone knew that left hands remained single, because it was too much strain on a relationship to deal with that much cold and cruelty. Left hands were as solitary as a wolf could be without going omega. They were too likely to kill a mate for any infraction of pack politics.
"Huge party when they got married," Carl said, "was here, because technically Noah had arrested Peter for driving ninety in a school zone. And since it was his fifth speeding ticket he got to have a couple days in the clink. Got married through the bars, hella romantic. I shed a tear, not going to lie."
Jay could not picture Carl crying.
He watched as Stiles handed the EMT bag to the Parrish and the deputy started to move forward.
Peter snarled, got in his way. Fuck, they were about to have another injured deputy.
When he called people from their class after shift, no one believed him when he said that Stiles got right in the face of a feral left hand, snapped his fingers and said, "No."
And that the wolf had immediately stood down, contrite.
To be fair, if Jay had heard that story, he wouldn't believe it either.
"Stay," Stiles ordered. "Sit your ass down. You did a good job, Peter. You protected Dad's people, Dad's pack. What a good left hand. But now you gotta let us take care of this pack."
Jay was frozen but Carl moved forward, followed the path that the hellhound had. Jay took a breath and ran forward too. He could hear Stiles keeping the wolf's focus on Stiles and they managed to get the deputy's out, one on a board, the other two on their own steam.
He turned back, saw Stiles pet the left hand and nudged him, until the left hand was in the sheriff's arms, clearly scenting, clearly calming.
What the fuck did Stiles have going on?
Jay was two shifts away from finishing his training hours. Two fucking shifts and he was going to die. He wasn't the praying type but he was debating some death bed conversion because well, looked like it was going to happen.
Turned out that omega from a few months ago, was in fact not a typical omega. They had willingly chosen to become omega to escape their pack. The pack that was now in Beacon Hills to claim revenge. Which in reality, they were just here for the opportunity to fight and kill.
Now out in the preserve in the open field by the Hale Pack house there was a fucking stand off happening. It was going to be a blood bath and they were all a good bit away, watching it. Waiting.
Even Carl was tense.If Carl was tense, then you gotta know it is bad.
"I don't want to die," Jay whispered.
"If the Hale emissary manages to actually get here before they start shedding blood, it might be fine," Carl said. "But last I heard he was on the other end of town."
Jay nodded. He gulped when Derek Hale the pack alpha stepped forward, his left hand next to him. "Shit shit shit shit."
"This is Hale territory, and you will leave," the alpha growled. He was tall and had a stupid amount of muscle, and it was hard to tell how much of the facial hair was beta shift vs natural beard. The guy was fucking terrifying and would clearly be intimidating on a regular day.
This was not a regular day.
"Only you, not even the true alpha next to you?" There was a sneer, "Maybe they are hoping you'll be dead and they can claim the whole territory. Maybe they'll thank us for doing them a favour."
There was a laugh from the left hand. "The true alpha is at home, dealing with teething."
Jay blinked. "What?"
Carl shrugged, "yeah Scott's girl is not having an easy teething, and Scott is freaking out. Derek told him not to worry, they could handle this."
"Scott, Melissa's kid is a true alpha?" Jay knew now was not the time to focus but like that dude a true alpha?
"Jay, didn't you read the packet on the local pack?"
"Maybe?" Jay winced. "Okay, so I meant to, but I was given the official formal pack documents which are fifty pages of legalese."
"Honestly, that actually explains a lot," Carl said. "Like so much."
"Sorry," Jay knew that was actually a dismissible offense. He lived through the night, he was so fucked. He heard sirens and turned as an EMT vehicle skidded to a stop. He watched Stiles storm out. Oh god, now they really were going to die. No way did Stiles' mouth help the situation.
Jay reached out, but Stiles didn't even see him, focused on the Hale alpha.
"What the fuck did I say?" Stiles yelled.
"They showed up on our doorstep, what was I supposed to do?" the alpha yelled back.
"Stay in the well protected house until I was done my shift, like I said?" Stiles' hands were waving. "But no, pissing contest time. All of you are grounded!"
"Stiles," a girl whined a bit, "they are on our land."
"NO!" A finger wag, an actual finger wag, "we have rules. What are the rules?"
"While you are at work we are all good wolves and SNs," a woman offered in a calm voice. "I told them, but then the other pack shouted something rude about your father. There were objections to that."
"Thank you, Lydia, as always you are pure perfection, and I have no doubt you tried your best with these assholes."
"Hey!" the alpha protested.
"Just because you are the love of my life doesn't mean, I won't call you out," was snapped. "Now then my shift has two more hours, I technically am flexing thirty minutes to deal with this, so we better damn well get this done in thirty minutes." Stiles turned, faced the other pack. "Now, you have putting up a good front and yelling because you don't want to admit you triggered a trap I set and you can't actually move to attack my idiots here. So, let me make it clear as the spark emissary of the Hale Pack. Y'all are getting the fuck off our land, and never coming back, or I'll show you exactly why the Hunter's Guild calls me the most dangerous emissary on the continent, and has tried to kill me seven times."
"Eleven actually, there were a few I didn't mention to you," the left hand offered. "Your father and I agreed you were busy with school and didn't need that extra burden."
"Thanks WolfDad, love you."
"Why is everyone getting nice things except me?" Derek demanded.
"Because you are a bad wolf and will be punished after my shift is done." Stiles' gaze was not leaving the other pack. "Well?"
"We are going to kill you all," was snarled.
"Wrong fucking answer," Stiles snapped back and his hands were moving drawing sigils in the air and all the other pack collapsed to the ground in agony. "Try again!"
"Fuck you," the lead growled.
"Nope, sorry, only fuck my guy here. We are currently on a massive breeding kink, because two more weeks I'm done my training hours, and promised him we could start the adoption process. You think I'm terrifying now, wait until I have a pup to protect."
Jay paled at how Stiles' eyes went full black. "Oh god," he did in fact begin to pray.
He watched the alpha wrap around the back of Stiles, nuzzle at his neck. Calm him down. The black slowly seeped away. But Stiles snapped a finger and the whole other pack, all six of them were gone. He swayed and passed out. The alpha picked him up, carried him into the house, and all the Hale pack followed.
"What just happened?"
"Stiles really doesn't like it when people mess with his pack," Carl explained. "He usually doesn't break out the big magic often, because he's going to be out of it for like a week now. But hey, we got out of this without bloodshed."
"What happened to the other wolves?"
"Send back to their territory, likely with a mark that will prevent them from stepping foot in the territory again. Since they hadn't harmed any of ours yet, the rules of the pack are no murder. Whelp, let's head it on in, nothing going on tonight now. You good to drive Stiles' ambulance?"
"Uh-huh," Jay managed to say.
That night after shift he properly read up on the pack of Beacon Hills. Stiles' name was in the document seventy six times.
"Oh shit, he did know more than our instructors," Jay groaned.
"So all done, huh?" Stiles was leaned against the lockers. "Assuming you put in for a transfer?"
Jay looked at him. It was their first conversation since the big showdown. "You are an emissary."
"Yup," there was a sigh, "be a spark, who got a major power scale spike due to being possessed by a nogitsune, fall in love with one of the alphas of the territory and boom, you get made emissary. Life's funny like that."
"Funny," Jay managed a tiny awkward chuckle. "We were such dicks to you, but you were such a damn know it all, because it turns out you kinda know it all?"
"Yeah, that was on me. Dad told me to not mention my experience, it could make me a target. Always so overprotective. But when people are stupid, can't help but point it out. And I didn't try super hard to play nice, because I didn't need friend friends, I had my pack." There was a shrug, Stiles put his hands in his pockets. "I couldn't say, I know this because I've held my fiance's organs in place so he could heal."
"Thought he was your boyfriend. Congrats."
"My pops is a traditionalist, wants me married before I have kids."
"Your dad the sheriff, who is married to the left hand of your pack." Jay looked at him. "You know how insane all this sounds, right?"
"Hey, works for them. Let's my dad have some fun, anchors Peter a fair bit. But does make it a bit weird sometimes, but hey I think it weird that someone as gorgeous and smart as Derek picked me."
"I read the whole official file, you seem pretty important to me."
"Just want to help people. Thought about being a deputy, but this felt better. Fit more. Plus my power can go a little haywire and dark, so better to keep me away from justice and revenge paradigms." Stiles smiled a bit, "I'm going to be hell on teachers who question our kids."
Jay shuddered a bit at the thought. He grabbed his bag from his locker.
"You left some stuff."
"Yeah, because I have shift tomorrow?" Jay looked at Stiles. "Beacon Hills isn't so bad. Gotten used to it, and the salary for staying two extra years is insane. Maybe worth dying for."
Stiles grinned, "haven't you noticed? Not a single EMT death since I got on shift. I look out for my work friends."
Jay nodded a bit. He had noticed and just thought it was luck. Guess it was a spark of luck.
"So since we are all done, wanna become shift buddies, team up?"
"Oh fuck no, Stiles," Jay had to laugh. "I'm impressed, but I still think you are annoying and weird and do not want to be stuck on twelve hour shifts with you unless necessary. I'd rather Carl, and he's threatened to sell my kidneys on the black market."
Stiles laughed, "Yeah, I'll stick with Carl, he's my godfather, we have a good rapport. See you later."
"Later," Jay agreed.
He walked out and the alpha was walking, a lunch bag in hand, that Stiles clearly forgot. He really was going to be a great stay at home parent one day it seemed.
Jay went to his car and saw across the street, a kitsune fighting with a baby strapped to her chest, the true alpha holding the diaper bag. He gave a wave and Scott returned it.
Stiles came running out, swearing with Derek next to him.
Jay thought they'd interfere, help the fight, but nope all the men stood there, filming. Cheering her on.
Okay, it absolutely made sense why that alpha was with Stiles.
He was off shift and going home to collapse.
He wouldn't ever be friends with Stiles, but staying in Beacon Hills was looking like a solid life call. As he pulled out of the lot, a severed head landed on the hood of his car.
"We own a repair and detailing shop," Stiles called out, "we'll cover that. Boyd does great work!" Derek came and got the hood off the car. Gave him a wave.
Jay flipped Stiles off and went home. It was a dumbass call to stay, but guess you hung around Stiles long enough, you got infected with dumbassery.