2500 more words of agent McCall/ Stiles, fits into the same universe as this
heatwave not a crime wave
He’s sprawled out on the bed, asleep. Naked, lying on top of the coverlet. McCall lets himself into his rented apartment, stops and stares. It’s four in the afternoon and he hasn’t slept in two days. He’s sweating, feels gritty and dirty, even the air he breathes stale in his lungs. Two and a half months and no rain. They’re on regular patrols of the preserve now, volunteers on the lookout for fires, clearing bits of dead scrub, dry wood. They’re talking about doing some controlled burns in some places but the fire service are waiting for the experts to get here. Stilinski’s running himself ragged and McCall’s found himself working with him again, and it’s just like old times, them against the world, falling back into old habits and shorthand, but this, well. This is a little different. Stilinski’s son in his bed. Waiting for him to come back.
McCall sits down in the armchair facing the bed, scrubs a hand up and down his face. He should shower. He should do plenty of things. Should send off the reports to his superiors, should eat, should drink some water, do something about the cracked, dry skin on his lips, his hands, the blisters on his feet, the headache from the persistent glare of the sun. He pours himself a glass of whiskey instead, and watches the kid sleep, bone tired. Too tired to sleep, too mesmerized by the lean elegance of his limbs, the sheen of his skin. The youth of him and the strength. When Stiles’s eyes are closed, he looks young. He rests his elbows on his knees, legs splayed, swirls the whiskey in the glass until it’s moving by itself, a whirl around the outer edge of the glass. Loses track between one minute and the next and before he knows it the glass is empty and he feels untethered, lips numb. He lets his eyes slide shut and the glass slip out of his hand, thud softly on the carpet.
eeames asked: im going with either birthday cake/party episode, or derek hale attends a concert episode
hE JUST REALLY LOVES TAYLOR SWIFT. HE’S 22 AS WELL.