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453 - ooze - a modern myth [2/?] - alakewood - teen wolf
Title: a modern myth [2/?]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 453 - ooze
Warnings: AU.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~700
Summary: John and Scott go to the hospital to have Melissa look at their bites. John’s in for a long night.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
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The bite on John’s side is still sluggishly oozing blood by the time he pulls into an empty parking space near Beacon Hill Memorial Hospital’s front entrance. He lets Scott lead him down to the nurses’ station where they just happen to run into Melissa dropping off a stack of charts. The smile on her face slowly falls until she’s looking at the pair of them with confusion, then she’s pursing her lips, clearly disappointed. “What happened?” she asks, grabbing hold of Scott’s arm and all but dragging him down the hall.
“We were attacked by a wolf or something in the woods,” Scott says before John can explain.
“It wasn’t a wolf,” John corrects. “There haven’t been wolves in California for decades.”
“And what were you doing in the woods this late? And on a school night, no less?” Melissa asks Scott pointedly.
Scott glances over his shoulder at John. “Stiles,” John says, not feeling the least bit guilty for throwing his own kid under the bus. Granted, he’d feel a lot better if his delinquent son would call him back.
Melissa mutters something under her breath that John doesn’t catch then pushes open the door to an exam room, ushering Scott inside. “Don’t go far,” she tells John. “I’ll check you next.”
John’s pacing the hall outside the closed door trying to get a hold of Stiles when his call finally goes through. “Hey, Dad,” Stiles says, dragging out the words.
“Stiles. Have a nice midnight stroll in the woods?”
Stiles is silent for a long moment. “I wouldn’t say it was nice.”
“Two months,” John tells him. “Straight home after school, no cell phone, no TV, no computer except for homework.”
“Dad,” Stiles whines.
“Look. I’m glad you’re okay, but we’re going to have a long talk about your recklessness tomorrow. We don’t know who attacked that girl or if they’re still out in those woods; you’re lucky that all you’re getting is grounded. If something would’ve happened to you…”
“I know, Dad. I’m sorry. I just…”
“Take after your old man. Never came across a mystery you didn’t want to solve. But leave this one to the police, okay?”
Stiles sighs over the line. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Promise me. No more interfering with police business.”
Again, with the sighing. “I promise.”
“Good. Get yourself to bed - you’ve got school in the morning. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay. ‘Night, Dad.”
“Goodnight, Stiles. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
John hangs up and only has to wait a couple more minutes before Melissa is opening the door and gesturing him inside. Scott’s sitting on a chair in the corner, head hanging as he stares at his hands.
“Lift your shirt for me?” Melissa asks, pulling on a new pair of sterile gloves. John does as he’s asked, gingerly pulling the fabric of his undershirt away from the wound. “You said this was from a dog?”
“My best guess. Probably somebody’s pet gone feral,” John says.
“Big dog,” she comments.
“Bigger than a coyote.”
“And there’re no wolves in California.”
“Right.”
“Well, you won’t need stitches. It’s a pretty clean bite.” She carefully cleans the wound and tapes a piece of gauze down over it. Then she explains that he and Scott will each require a series of three shots and seems like she enjoys sticking Scott with a needle a little more than necessary.
John promises to drop Scott off at home, and they both leave with matching bandages and band-aids. He sees that Scott gets in the house, waits for lights to turn on and off as the kid makes his way upstairs to his room.
John’s night isn’t quite over. He still has to go back to the station, drop off Sam, check in with his deputies… Sighing, he puts the SUV in drive and heads back across town. Sam whines from the backseat. “Me, too, buddy,” he says to the dog. “Me, too.”
Something tells him it’s going to take more than one cup of coffee to get him through the rest of the night and that whatever’s going on - the body in the woods, whatever attacked him and Scott - it’s only just beginning.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 453 - ooze
Warnings: AU.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~700
Summary: John and Scott go to the hospital to have Melissa look at their bites. John’s in for a long night.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
The bite on John’s side is still sluggishly oozing blood by the time he pulls into an empty parking space near Beacon Hill Memorial Hospital’s front entrance. He lets Scott lead him down to the nurses’ station where they just happen to run into Melissa dropping off a stack of charts. The smile on her face slowly falls until she’s looking at the pair of them with confusion, then she’s pursing her lips, clearly disappointed. “What happened?” she asks, grabbing hold of Scott’s arm and all but dragging him down the hall.
“We were attacked by a wolf or something in the woods,” Scott says before John can explain.
“It wasn’t a wolf,” John corrects. “There haven’t been wolves in California for decades.”
“And what were you doing in the woods this late? And on a school night, no less?” Melissa asks Scott pointedly.
Scott glances over his shoulder at John. “Stiles,” John says, not feeling the least bit guilty for throwing his own kid under the bus. Granted, he’d feel a lot better if his delinquent son would call him back.
Melissa mutters something under her breath that John doesn’t catch then pushes open the door to an exam room, ushering Scott inside. “Don’t go far,” she tells John. “I’ll check you next.”
John’s pacing the hall outside the closed door trying to get a hold of Stiles when his call finally goes through. “Hey, Dad,” Stiles says, dragging out the words.
“Stiles. Have a nice midnight stroll in the woods?”
Stiles is silent for a long moment. “I wouldn’t say it was nice.”
“Two months,” John tells him. “Straight home after school, no cell phone, no TV, no computer except for homework.”
“Dad,” Stiles whines.
“Look. I’m glad you’re okay, but we’re going to have a long talk about your recklessness tomorrow. We don’t know who attacked that girl or if they’re still out in those woods; you’re lucky that all you’re getting is grounded. If something would’ve happened to you…”
“I know, Dad. I’m sorry. I just…”
“Take after your old man. Never came across a mystery you didn’t want to solve. But leave this one to the police, okay?”
Stiles sighs over the line. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Promise me. No more interfering with police business.”
Again, with the sighing. “I promise.”
“Good. Get yourself to bed - you’ve got school in the morning. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay. ‘Night, Dad.”
“Goodnight, Stiles. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
John hangs up and only has to wait a couple more minutes before Melissa is opening the door and gesturing him inside. Scott’s sitting on a chair in the corner, head hanging as he stares at his hands.
“Lift your shirt for me?” Melissa asks, pulling on a new pair of sterile gloves. John does as he’s asked, gingerly pulling the fabric of his undershirt away from the wound. “You said this was from a dog?”
“My best guess. Probably somebody’s pet gone feral,” John says.
“Big dog,” she comments.
“Bigger than a coyote.”
“And there’re no wolves in California.”
“Right.”
“Well, you won’t need stitches. It’s a pretty clean bite.” She carefully cleans the wound and tapes a piece of gauze down over it. Then she explains that he and Scott will each require a series of three shots and seems like she enjoys sticking Scott with a needle a little more than necessary.
John promises to drop Scott off at home, and they both leave with matching bandages and band-aids. He sees that Scott gets in the house, waits for lights to turn on and off as the kid makes his way upstairs to his room.
John’s night isn’t quite over. He still has to go back to the station, drop off Sam, check in with his deputies… Sighing, he puts the SUV in drive and heads back across town. Sam whines from the backseat. “Me, too, buddy,” he says to the dog. “Me, too.”
Something tells him it’s going to take more than one cup of coffee to get him through the rest of the night and that whatever’s going on - the body in the woods, whatever attacked him and Scott - it’s only just beginning.