Your Friendly Neighborhood Interspecies Family ‘verse: The one where Stiles has a run-in with nosy suburban lacrosse moms.
Heather’s lacrosse game didn’t start for another half an
hour, but Derek and Stiles were already seated in the bleachers, watching the
home team warm-up while the away team sheepishly stood on the other sidelines,
trying to act tough and eye up their competition. Derek was staring over at the
other kids, making small notes to Stiles about which one was the most nervous-
and which one was completely overconfident.
Stiles also knew that the comments weren’t simply for him- Heather always had
her supersonic hearing tuned to her fathers’ conversations during lacrosse
“Do you think the coach will actually let her play today?” Stiles muttered under his
breath, making sure another player was distracting Heather before he spoke. “I
hate to watch her bench warm week after week- she’s not me.”
“I’m sure the coach is just trying to cycle the players.”
“Number Ten has played every game this month.” Stiles said,
watching said player strut around the sidelines, twirling his stick around- and
nearly taking out Heather. “Yet somehow he can’t seem to make a solid shot.”
“I-Is that the kid
with the legally blind aim?” Derek asked, pointing incredulously at the player.
Stiles nodded, suppressing laughter when Derek openly shouted, “What the fuck?” Luckily, Cynthia was sound asleep
in Stiles’ arms and ignorant to the new words she could be learning.
“I keep telling Heather I’ll say something, but I don’t
think she wants me to.” Stiles said, looking back at the times Heather had used
her superhuman strength to literally pull
Stiles back to the car and away from the coach.
“She doesn’t want you
to say something.” Derek muttered, standing from his seat. “But you can’t rip a man’s head off his