Title: A Stiles.

Pairing: Jackson/Stiles

Rating: K

Summary: Jackson wants a Stiles.

A/N: Short little drabble. So, I've got a thing for Jackson/Stiles. I needed to get this idea out of my system. Might be one sided Jackson/Stiles.

Jackson wanted a Stiles.

The way he word it, people would think that a Stiles was the newest breed of puppy dogs.

But no, a Stiles was well...Stiles.

Stiles Stilinski.

The infuriatingly annoying, motor mouth, flailing...clever, intelligent, funny, cute as a button...wait, wait, hold on a sec. Did Jackson just use the expression "cute as a button."?

Well, yes, yes he did, but nobody else had to know his shame.

That's how badly Stiles Stilinski messed up with his brain.

But even though all those things he had mentioned were all well and true, the real reason why Jackson wanted a Stiles was because the boy was fiercely loyal, incredibly brave and selfless to a fault.

Scott had a Stiles. Jackson frowned.

What made Scott so damn special that he was the only one who could have a Stiles?

Jackson remembered how he had watched the two idiot boys from the bleachers.

Stiles using Scott as a human target.

Jackson remembered clearly how he couldn't help but smile, really smile, as he watched Stiles' antics.

He watched him and though bitterly how he wanted to be as silly and care free as Stiles.

But then shit happened.

He realized that the silly little game the boys had been playing wasn't silly. Or a game.

He realized that the monsters of mythology and fairy tales did exist.

He watched as the darkness infiltrated their lives.

But through that darkness, Stiles had remained a light.

At least for Scott he had.

Jackson remembered as he listened with horror as Stiles told the hunters how he'd survived and managed to contain a wolfed out Scott.

And Still Jackson wanted it. Because he wanted to have all that Scott had.

Werewolf superpowers and a Stiles.

Loyal and brave Stiles.

Jackson remembered as he watched Stiles run out of his car and hurl a molotov bomb at the Alpha.

Jackson, galvanized by Stiles actions, acting only seconds later.

Because not only did he want a Stiles.

He also wanted to be like Stiles.

Silly, care free, loyal and brave.

And Jackson at the end got what he wanted.

He got the bite and he got a Stiles.

But of course life had to be a bitch and instead of a werewolf he became an abomination.

And Jackson watched as Stiles tried to help, contain and keep alive the abomination he had become.

Because even though Stiles clearly disliked his ass, the boy had no other way of being but loyal and brave.

It wasn't perfect. But in his darkness Jackson also got a light.

Jackson finally got a Stiles.