You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.
“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”
Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.
Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.
Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.
“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.
Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.
“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”
“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.
“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”
“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.
He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.
When I started Stargate, I got the
part, I was sooothrilled to have this incredible
character, to be playing someone in the military and I had so
much respect, to be playing someone who’s so smart and so liberated
and… I thought, “Yes!”
I had two weeks to move from Toronto to
Vancouver. I flew out there, I had my first wardrobe fitting. And one
of the things that was in… the thing that was in the
wardrobe room was a very low-cut tank top and a push-up bra…
And I turned to the costume designer -
whom I’ve worked with since, who’s wonderful - and I said, “What…
What is this?” And she said “Well, they wanna see
what you look like in it.” And I said, “…but this… nobody
in the military, no captain in the US airforce would wear
this… while her male counterparts are wearing crew neck T-shirts
and… I c… I… I can’t do it!” And she said, “Well, they just wanna
see what you look like and take a picture and…”
I was like “…”
And I panicked because I
thought I have just been given this amazing opportunity - I
didn’t know it would last 10 years but I knew it was gonna
be a kick-ass show - and I was like… “I can’t do it…”
And I started to cry and I said, “You
have to go upstairs and tell them I’m not doing it. And if it means
that they recast the part then recast the part but you’ve cast a
smart woman and you’ve cast somebody who’s never
tried to get a job based on her looks or her body. I’ve always
played strong, smart women, I… I can’t do it. So if they wanna
recast the part I totally get it but I’m not playing that
version of this character.”
But I’m saying this while I’m
blubbering because I’m suffering that I’ve just lost maybe the
best job of my career…
And so she said, “Okay” and I said,
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ve never
been difficult, I don’t… but I can’t do that!”
So she went upstairs and she came back
down and she said, “Okay, no problem.” And I said, “Okay, so what’s my
costume?” And she said, “Well…” And I said, “Just… What are the guys
So she handed me a black T-Shirt and
the BDUs, which is what my character would wear in the field with her
male counterparts, and that’s where we went from there.
But that to me was the defining moment
And I still cry about it
because I still remember that young woman on the verge of breaking
into the… new something big, being petrified that she was gonna
loose it, but… I knew that I couldn’t play the TNA version of Sam
And to the powers-that-be, great
credit, I don’t think that it was Brad or Jonathan or Rob or any of
those guys who were asking for it, I think it might have been, you
know, much higher up. But to their great credit they were like, “No,
absolutely not. She’s… okay, whatever she’s comfortable in.”
And… thank God that they went that
route. But that was… that was one of the defining moments.
TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron “It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was…”