Beacon Hills The Beacon Hills Sentinel/Guide Center is an old high school. A retired one. The one his mom and dad attended, actually, even though Stiles hadn’t. Derek hadn’t, either, so there is that. It’s cool looking. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if the cool stuff is from the original…
Cheyenne Mountain This. Is. Ridiculous. Major Marshall Sumner has been given the task of getting up to 100 military and civilian assets through the wormhole to another galaxy in a maximum of 38 minutes. He has been given two weeks to select his guys and get them prepared for the…
Ah, meeting your soulmate over potato salad. How romantic! Gavin Hale is trying really hard to not be jealous but this bitch has been online for two fucking weeks. He’s been online for four years. Alone. Unguarded. For four years! And this bitch just swoops in and gets what every…
Beacon Hills, First week of January 2015 Stiles feels pretty. The suit is a dark, almost navy blue with discreet pinstripes that he would call ‘fun’ on any other occasion. The matching waistcoat (it’s a fucking vest, okay?) is a bit strange to wear and the tie is boring as…
Beacon Hills, New Year’s Eve 2014 Allison Argent isn’t really sure if Emma Hale’s Pride New Year’s Eve party is a great idea or a horrible one. Security is tight. Everyone is tense. And fireworks would be a categorically bad idea. Allied bonded pairs visiting from all over the country…
The dream always starts out nice. She is her spirit guide. They are one and the same, powerful and primal. They run through a jungle she’s never seen. A jungle that doesn’t -couldn’t- exist in a real physical way on Earth, judging by the colors all around her. A familiar…
Beacon Hills “I’m sorry.” Scott said. That she’s hurt. Not that it happened. “I love you. But. She’s-.” “It’s okay. They tell you that when you meet the right one they are everything to you. Immediately.” His grinning nod is a real punch to the stomach. “And we just aren’t.”…
The White House, Washington, D.C. “Sir, what you are suggesting is not possible.” Blair tries to keep his voice even. “It is entirely more likely that you would murder your grandchildren in their sleep than John Sheppard would betray his Tribe.”
If riding on a motorcycle behind his sentinel counts as any sort of hint, Stiles is going to hate the next five unavoidably celibate months of his life.
“I had really hoped Scott would bond with Stiles someday.” “It certainly would have been easier on us,” John Stilinski agrees as Melissa prods him into an empty break room. “Easier on Stiles, too. You know they want him to lead the local Pride?” “After everything that’s happened? The Fire?…
