So... yeah. This will be the continuation of my story 'Blackmail'. I don't think you'd have to read it before this one but, I think it'll help fill in some gaps later on. And since it's the... sequel or whatever I put it under the Derek and Stiles character thingy. ( Is that confusing?)
There are MxM relationships here, and MxF sorry I know not everyone is crazy about heterosexual relationships but! Don't like don't read!
About every character of the show will be mentioned... or at least the ones I like, same with character relationships.
Warning, unbeta'd sorry if it sucks.
He doesn't like it. That feeling he sometimes gets around his son. The feeling that he's hiding something. It doesn't help at all that no matter how good his son is at tricking others, he's never been able to lie to his father.
"Stiles!" Stiles cringed.
"Dad, I don't get what the big deal is! It's just Scott's house I'll be back in the morni-" John cut his son off before he could finish.
"Son I know you're lying!" The way Stiles just gaped at him further proved he was right.
"Wha-? Why would you..?" John sighed and took his regular seat at their kitchen table.
"Scott's mom called me yesterday. Imagine my confusion when she said Scott forgot his duffel bag. And I thought, well that's weird. Because if she was calling to tell me that, then it would mean Scott was coming over here. Yet you had just told me you were going over there." Stiles was about to speak but his dad raised a hand and silenced him, Stiles froze looking uneasy.
"I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? Maybe, you guys made a last-minute decision to come back here while I was at work. But then, in the morning you walked through the front door complaining about Scott's snoring and how he refused to share a toothbrush even though you guys are best friends." He pointed a finger at Stiles and gave him an empty smile.
"You're good with details though, I'll give you that. But now I need the truth Stiles, I've been aware about the fact that you keep lying for a long time, I wanted you to come to me when you were ready. But I need the truth now." The sheriff slammed his palm on the table and Stiles squeaked.
"Dad, believe me that if I could I would, but I can't. I don't want you to get hurt, you need to trust me!" Stiles threw his arms out and his father shook his head.
"No Stiles, and what do you mean you don't want me to get hurt? What kind of things have you gotten yourself into?" Now the sheriff was back on his feet.
"Stiles is it... is it drugs? I can help you if it is. Did you, I don't know, join a cult or a- I don't- the mob? God damn it give me something!" Again he struck the wooden surface.
"Dad it's none of that, you wouldn't understand! It's bigger than anything you've ever dealt with." Stiles came closer to the table and rested his hands on the edge.
"Believe it or not, I've seen a lot of things, on and off the force. I doubt that whatever this is, will be much of a surprise." Stiles rolled his eyes at his father.
"Please dad, I'm sure, no. I'm one hundred percent positive, that you've never dealt with or seen anything like what I have these past few months, okay?" When his father pulled on his shirt from across the table, Stiles scrambled to stand up straight.
"O-okay dad. Really? It's not like you haven't ever kept secrets from me." The sheriff grimaced.
"Whenever I lie its to protect you, keep you out of harm's way." Stiles took a deep breath.
"Well, that's exactly what I'm doing." He breathed. Shaking his head John let go.
"You can't compare whatever the hell it is you've gotten into to what I've experienced. Just, let me help you." He pleaded.
"Yeah well, anyways there's nothing really going on anymore I'm just- I don't know stop getting so worried." Stiles tried to reassure his dad with a smile, and got a disproving look in return. John stepped away from the table and into the living room, where he grabbed his jacket and his keys.
"Just... tell me one thing Stiles. Do you ever feel the least bit guilty when you lie to me?" He asked. Stiles frowned.
"You have no idea." The sheriff nodded and his eyebrows rose almost comically.
"Really," He pocketed his keys and opened the door.
'Could have fooled me." Stiles's fingers twitched and he bowed his head when the door slammed shut.
He doesn't like it. That feeling he gets when he's near his nephew. The distant feeling, like if he doesn't want anything to do with him. It doesn't help at all that the kid's been getting closer to everyone else.
Peter stood leaning against a wall watching them. Erica, Isaac, Boyd and Derek... mostly Derek. All four were waiting for Stiles. Finally he detached himself from his spot and called for his nephew. At first he was completely ignored but by the third time he called, Derek finally faced him.
"What do you want Peter." Quipped Derek. Peter chuckled.
"Don't worry Derek I just want to talk to you, that's all." He turned and walked up the stairs motioning for Derek to follow. The Alpha hesitated before jogging up the steps after his uncle.
"Please, no eavesdropping kids." Called Peter. He smiled when he heard a chorus of 'whatever's' and teeth sucking. Peter stopped in the middle of the hall and faced Derek.
"I think we should have a little chat." Derek rolled his eyes and looked around them.
"About?" He pushed. Peter chuckled again.
"I know, there's some... bad blood between us. But I think we should finally just let bygones be bygones." Said Peter, his usual smile plastered on his face. Derek's lip twitched and he looked ready to attack him.
"I know I know, one of us doesn't deserve much forgiveness but let's just forget about it." Continued Peter. Derek snarled, and snapped his teeth at Peter.
"You expect me to forgive you? After you killed my sister! You have to be even crazier than I thought." Shot Derek. Peter cackled and dropped his smile.
"Did you think I was talking about 'me' not deserving forgiveness? 'Au contraire, mon Frere' that means...'no'. I'm talking about you, Dere. If memory serves, that is what my brother called you am I right?" Peter began circling Derek.
"Derek, you know that no matter what you say, it won't change the fact that you took more from me than I did from you." Derek's jaw tightened and Peter could hear him grinding his teeth. But he could also smell the guilt pouring out from him in waves. Finally he stopped when he was again in front of Derek.
"I hope you don't think you can make me feel sorry for you, because if so you're gonna have a bad time. I may have killed your sister, but you Derek, you killed my brother, you killed my wife and you killed my little girl. Hell you wiped out my family, our family." Derek felt itchy, and hot, and cold, and hollow, and so guilty, so very guilty. He was unconscious of the fact he was digging his claws into his palms. Noticing only when Peter reached out and stopped him.
"Derek I want to forgive you, and I want you to forgive me. You're the only family I have left, and I don't like the relationship we have. So can we just try to forgive and forget? You can still be my favorite again." Derek looked down at their hands and nodded. Peter genuinely smiled and squeezed his nephews hand gently.
"Good, and... I'm sorry. For what I said just now, it wasn't right. I brought up bad memories and-" Derek cut Peter off.
"No it's fine, I've been doing the same. But I do have one question. What made you want to do this? I mean you've never seemed interested on us repairing our relationship before." Peter smirked.
"My friends insisted on 'closure'." Derek raised a brow.
"Friends?" He asked. Peter mimicked him.
"I have friends did you forget I've lived here longer than you've been alive?" Derek raised both hands in surrender.
"Fine, fine. Do you want to... come down and sit with us?" He asked.
"Thanks but no thanks. I'm meeting up with said closure buddies in a few minutes." Responded Peter.
"Oh." Derek nodded.
"Yeah maybe some other time."
"I'd like that." Peter pat Derek on the shoulder as he passed by him.
She doesn't like it. The feeling she's been getting about her father. The feeling that he's abandoning her. It doesn't help at all that no matter how hard she tries to get his attention she's ignored.
"Dad!" Shouted Allison. Chris stopped at the bottom of the stair case, looked back toward his daughter and heaved a breath.
"What do you want Allison?" Allison looked taken aback.
"Dad, how come you've been acting so weird? And why won't you tell me where you're going!" She shouted. Chris frowned.
"Listen Allison, I'd love to stay here and chat it up but I need to go." Allison was seething.
"Go? Go where! Where have you been running off to for the past week?" Chris looked up at her and crossed his arms.
"Have you been hunting more wolves? Are you joining up with others from outside town? Dad, tell me. Tell me now!" She demanded.
"I don't need to tell you anything, don't forget who the parent is Allison. I can do what I want, where I want and I don't have to give you any explanations." Snapped Chris. Allison gaped at her father and jumped when the door was slammed shut.
They met up at the front entrance of the bar. It was emptier than usual, but none gave it any thought as they sat at what has come to be their usual table and ordered three beers.
I hope some people get what's happening, at least a little bit. Though personally I think the title says a lot. Even though it's the first chapter, Review?
Ps Remember from what I said in my last story that there's a ship I'll be mentioning... a lot. No not Sterek, a secret one. But it has a lot to do with Sterek if that's any help.
PsS I purposely used repetition at the beginning of each talk.