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Title: Communication Miscues
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Laura Hale, Scott McCall, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Melissa McCall, Lydia Martin, mentions of other members of the pack, Melinda May McCall
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Written For: illfindmyway
Prompt: Like a Hallmark movie
Summary: Stiles has been chatting online with someone for quite a few years, he’s never going to guess who it actually is.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none really, pretty much AU
Warnings: boys, ridiculous boys, Stiles being Stiles, Derek still has problems expressing himself like a real boy
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: So this was supposed to be a Christmas present, then a birthday present, clearly I fail at ALL the writing. Anyway, illfindmyway has had a rough few days and I thought I’d post the beginning of this. Hopefully I’ll finish it up in the next few days, but stubborn boys are stubborn. Love you darlin’! And thanks to irishjeeper who checked this over a bit and caught some of my stupidity.


Stiles looked up as the bell for his door rang out the first few chords of The Imperial March, this month's choice because of the annoyance factor. He waved to Laura Hale, one of his favorite customers, before typing in the instant messaging window he had open, Gotta go. I have to actually work for a living.

It's fine. I should get some work of my own done before my sister gets home from her errands and demands to know how many pages I've written today, his almost constant companion answered. A moment later the window went dark indicating that W0lfm3n25 had signed off.

Stiles turned his attention to Laura, smiling widely. "And how are you today, lovely Laura?" he asked.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Laura told him with her own grin. "Do you have the books?"

"Don't I always?" Stiles turned, pulling the pile of books Laura had ordered out from under the back counter. "You know most of these are available as e-books."

"But then I wouldn't see your smiling face," Laura pointed out. "And you wouldn't get the business."

"Well, there is a way for me to get the business," Stiles explained, "but you're right, I wouldn't see you."

"So see? We should keep ordering physical books," Laura confirmed.

As they spoke, Stiles rang the books up and charged the total to the account the Hales had with the store. "There you go." He piled the books up and slid them across to Laura. "So what's the subject this month?"

"Can't you guess from the books?" she asked.

Stiles's amber eyes skimmed the titles which ranged from the settlement of California to serial killers to the gestation of wolves and even medieval life for dummies. "Nope. I don't know this one."

"Actually I don't either," Laura admitted. "I'm not even sure Derek does." She scooped the books up, tucking them into the reusable bags she carried. "I'll see you next month?"

"Looking forward to it. Maybe I'll see your mysterious brother."

Laura snorted. "Doubt it." She waved as she left, letting out a laugh as this time she recognized the music that played.

Stiles laughed in response, returning her wave. He glanced at the clock as the door closed. It was late enough for him to close up and if he did it now, he could meet his father for dinner before the sheriff had time to order something not on his heart healthy diet.

"'Tiles!" A curly haired girl threw herself at Stiles as he entered the café.

Laughing, Stiles scooped her up, settling her on his hip. "Hello, my precious goddaughter. Are you visiting Auntie Erica today?"

Melinda May McCall wrapped her arms around Stiles's neck, squeezing tightly as he carried her towards the counter and the smiling blonde there. "Scott dropped her off this morning," Erica explained. "Her regular sitter's sick."

"Well, that's awesome. I was expecting to have dinner with my dad, not with my totally awesome goddaughter." Stiles waved to his dad who was seated in a booth towards the back. "I'll take her. Is Scott or Kira supposed to pick her up?"

Erica shrugged in response. "Scott didn't say. For all I know I'm taking her home or her grandfather will be here to get her."

Stiles nodded in reply. “All righty then. We’ll be…”

“In the back,” Erica agreed.

Melinda May reached for Sheriff Stilinski when they got to the table. “Papa ‘Tiles!” she crowed.

John set down the newspaper he’d been reading and reached for the little girl, setting her on his lap. “How was your day?” he asked Stiles as his son slid into the booth across from him.

“It was good. Laura came in to pick up Derek’s books today,” Stiles answered, leaning back as the waitress deposited a glass of Coke on the table.

“Usual, Stiles? Sheriff?” she asked and when they both nodded, she headed back to the grill to put the order in.

Part Two