Sheriff Stilinski had decided he needed a beer. After a long hard day at work he needed a beer. He quietly unlocked the door and silently walked in, not wanting to make noise that would scare his already jumpy son. One his way to the kitchen he stumbled upon a very interesting scene.

His son was Curled up on the couch with his best friend, Leigh, tucked under his arm like a teddy bear. The two were obviously asleep as they would never be caught in this position while they were conscious. The rolling credits of the movie danced across the television screen

The Sheriff had wondered why Stiles hadn't noticed Leigh. It was pretty obvious that Leigh had quite the crush on him. Though most couldn't see the Independent, Negative, Snarky, edgy Girl with the Hyperactive Slacker... He could.

Since Leigh lived with her Older sister and her sisters Boyfriend and they Had quite the sex life, Leigh was often at the Stilinski household and had spent the night numerous times. The Sheriff had gotten to know Leigh Quite well and knew that She needed Stiles...and He needed her.

Leigh was always extremely negative, and constantly down on herself. She was Extremely independent and insisted on doing things on her own. She Needed Stiles Constant Positivity and, Quite frankly, his silliness. He noticed that Leigh was much less tense and on edge when she was around him

Stiles was very different from Leigh. He was hyper and outgoing. He was also extremely persistent and positive. He needed Leigh's blunt honesty and realism to bring Stiles back to earth. (Like how His ten year plan with Lydia was not going to work, him and Lydia are the worst idea since Myspace)

It wasnt the first time He had caught them in strange positions. He had often found that one had fallen asleep in the others lap or that one was slightly resting on the other one. The Sheriff then Heard a loud clang and realised he had knocked his keys to the floor. He quickly picked them up, not wanting to disturb the slumbering teens. He turned attention to the two and saw Leigh had rolled over and buried her face in Stiles' shirt. Stiles' arm constricted around her tiny frame, pulling her closer.

The Sheriff sighed, and pulled a small smile onto his face. He quietly walked over towards the couch the two were sleeping on and pulled the blanket of the back of the couch and draped it over the two.

"Sweet Dreams." He mumbled softly as he went back to his beer."