The Accident- Pt 3
Request: could you do a part 3 of accident
A/N: This is fast forward a few weeks from the end of Part 2
It had been a rough couple of weeks since your daughter died. You would never forget the moment you came across Roscoe overturned on the side of the road with Stiles and your daughter stuck inside. Slowly, the two of you were getting through your grieving process, and everyone around you mourned her loss as well. Everyone at the Beacon Hills Dispatch Center knew your daughter like the back of their hand. She was one of their favorite little visitors. As for the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Office, well…they had lost a relative, too.
Currently, you were sitting at your desk in the dispatch center, swiveling your chair back and forth as you waited for a call to come in. Every now and then a phone would ring, but your co-workers picked it up before you could. It didn’t matter to you, though. You’d rather sit and watch the maps on your computer screens and the charts of the calls automatically aligning themselves.
Suddenly, your cell phone buzzed on your desk, startling you momentarily. You glanced down at the screen, your heart flipping when you saw that Stiles’ father was calling you. You reached out and snatched your phone, hitting the button to answer.
“Sheriff Stilinski,” you greeted, leaning back in your chair. You glanced around at the other 911 dispatchers, who had been looking at you. They all quickly looked away, causing you to become suspicious. “How can I help you this fine morning?”
A small chuckle came from the other end of the line. “I need you to come down to the station. I have a surprise for Stiles and I want you to be here for it.” The excitement in his voice was enough to make you smile.
“Yes, sir,” you replied, standing up from your desk. “I can be there in a few minutes.” Noah gave you a thanks before hanging up. “I’ll be back, you guys.” With that, you left work and made your way over to the sheriff’s office.
You pulled into the parking lot, eyes already scanning the different cars that were parked there. None caught your attention, so you knew that your husband hadn’t arrived yet. After pulling into a space, you made your way inside and to your father-in-laws office, where he sat at his desk.
“What’s this surprise you have for Stiles?” You asked, sitting down in a chair.
Noah glanced up at you and smiled. “It’s for you, too. I just wanted you to get here before he did.” You gave him one of your signature looks before rolling you’re eyes. “We’ve still got about ten minutes before he gets here, so let’s catch up, shall we?”
Exactly ten minutes later, Parrish gave a shout. “He’s here!"
You and Noah jumped to your feet and made your way over to the front of the building, stepping outside just as Stiles shut off his rental car. Once he climbed out and made his way over to you, the rest of the officers came out, all forming a line in front of the building. You noticed for the first time your co-workers huddled near the portion of the parking lot that went around the back of the building.
"Dad?” Stiles asked, confused, glancing at you, then at all of the people gathered around us. “What’s going on?”
Your brows were furrowed as you nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I want to know, too.”
“Well, Stiles, Y/N, we all got together and got you a little something,” Noah started explaining, a grin on his face. “We all lost a member of our family a few weeks ago, and we all know it’s never felt the same without her. But, we thought we’d lighten up the mood with the perfect gift. Stiles,” he turned to face his son,“ there is never a moment that I don’t hear you complaining about that rental car that you have to drive around, and how upset you were when the insurance company labeled your Jeep as totaled. So, we all got together and pitched in for a little something.”
After he said that, there was a rumble of an engine behind my co-workers. My heart leapt into my throat at the sound as they all stepped aside.
And around the corner came a brand new Jeep Wrangler.
The look of surprise and happiness that crossed Stiles’ face made excitement race through your veins. Your husband laughed heartily as he ran towards the Jeep, but tears sprang to your eyes.
You turned to Noah, embracing him in a hug. “You’re the worst ever,” you laughed, squeezing him tight. “Thank you so much.”
You both pulled away, Noah murmuring “you’re welcome,” as you did so. You looked over at Stiles, watching with love as he bounced around his new Jeep. You knew then that everything was going to be okay.