something I'm working on...

Sunday Six Snippet, anyone?

"Did they finally give you that security clearance you've been after?" his dad asks.

Stiles snorts. "No, and they aren't likely to give it to me. Though…." He trails off and sighs. He should have thought about what to say before he called.

"Yes?"

"I can't talk about it because it's better if you don't know."

His dad pauses. Stiles can hear him breathing over the line as he thinks. "Better so I'm not implicated in a crime, or something else?"

Stiles swallows hard and holds his phone tighter. "I'm not doing anything illegal. But someone else might be. Or... " Frankly, since werewolves aren't in the lawbooks, he's not sure if their imprisonment and torture count as illegal. But if he looks at them as just… people, then yes. So. "I can't tell you about it."

His dad's voice goes serious. "Does anyone know you know?"

Right to the point. "Yes and no?"

"Listen, Stiles. It's not your job to protect me. It never has been."

Except that's where he's wrong. Stiles has always looked out for his dad. And he's not about to put him in a position where he knows something like this, because John Stilinski is all about law and order and this isn't something that can be solved by a police investigation. Stiles isn't sure how far up the conspiracy goes, but ArgentCo's research is government-funded.

"Are you in danger?" his dad asks when Stiles doesn't answer.

Stiles lets out a shaky breath. "I think so, yeah."