Title: Of the Law
Chapter I
Author: tmjohn72
Rating: T
A/N - This story began as a simple idea and somehow I managed to turn it into a story with four chapters. I enjoyed writing playful Derek in this one (minds out of the gutter, people) and gave Stiles some great lines as well.
I must be on a writing frenzy or something.
Stiles stood in between Derek and his father. He could practically smell the testosterone in the room, though he didn't have any fear of Derek losing control and maiming the most important person in his life. If he were being completely honest, Derek had somehow wormed his way onto his Top Three Favorite People list anyway, but his allegiance would always be with his father. He still felt conflicting feelings on what exactly his feelings for Derek meant and since he was sure that Derek thought of him as nothing more than an annoying teenager, he worked to quell any rising thoughts about Derek when they would come up, especially ones that dealt with Derek's jeans and how Derek looked when he wore them. He was thankful that his mind was on serious issues so that he could focus on something productive for a change.
"Dad, we talked about this. You agreed."
"That was before you told me who I was deputizing. He's been accused of murder. Twice."
"Yeah, but those were misunderstandings. He was exonerated."
"Stiles, we're wasting time. We'll figure out another way." Derek started to leave but Stiles grabbed his wrist and kept him from moving. He ignored the way he felt when Derek looked at him and he pushed back the questions in his head as to why Derek wasn't freaking out that he was touching him like he usually did. If Stiles knew only one thing about Derek it was that he didn't like for anyone to touch him. Their eyes were locked on each other and for a moment they forgot they were alone. The Sheriff cleared his throat and snapped them back to the real world.
"What in the hell is going on?"
Stiles let go of Derek and turned back to his father. "You agreed to do this. I wouldn't have asked you if it weren't important. I need for you to trust that Derek and I have an important reason for asking this of you. I know I haven't given you any reason to trust me recently, but this is serious."
His father sighed and walked to his desk. He opened the drawer and pulled out one of the leather cases he kept in his desk for emergency situations. He tapped it against his palm while he walked back to where he had previously been standing. "Raise your right hand," he commanded.
Stiles moved to stand next to his father and watched Derek follow the instructions that were given. When Derek had finished reciting the oath, Stiles' father walked over and shook his hand while handing him the badge. "I just made you a deputy, Hale. Please don't make me regret it."
"I won't, sir. Stiles, I'll wait for you in the car."
Stiles waited for Derek to get out of hearing range before thanking his father. "You just asked me to deputize Derek Hale." There was a note of concern in his voice which led Stiles to believe that he was already regretting the decision.
"I did. I have a really good reason."
"Don't you think it's time that you explain to me what's been going on with the two of you?"
"What do you mean?" Stiles counted down from ten in an effort to avoid freaking out. He made it to nine.
His father crossed his arms and glared. Stiles was immediately uncomfortable and he started to slowly walk to the door but his father moved to block his exit. "You think that I don't know that you and Scott are acquainted with Derek? My deputies tell me every time they see you and Hale in the same vicinity."
"You have your deputies spying on me?"
"No, of course not. They just know that you're a moderately good kid and that Derek has had a few run-ins with the law. I hate to make the connection, but all of your lying began at about the same time those reports of you and Derek being seen together started to hit my desk."
"It's complicated."
"Stiles, it's time that you explain everything to me. Is Derek forcing himself..."
Stiles immediately raised his hands. "You think Derek is forcing me to have sex with him? Have you seen the guy?!"
The Sheriff's mouth hung open for a moment as he scratched a spot on the back of his neck. "Actually, I was going to ask you if he's forcing you to do illegal activities. Why would I think he's forcing you to have sex with him?"
"I don't know."
"Wait. He isn't forcing you to have sex with him, right?"
"I could only be so lucky."
"...So you have a crush on him? Now this all makes more sense."
"I can't do this now. Derek and I have to be somewhere in half an hour."
"You need to tell me what's going on or I'm going to lock you inside a cell so that I can be sure you aren't about to go do something stupid that's gonna get you killed."
Stiles evened his breathing and thought about what his father was asking. He had been thinking about telling his father everything for the last couple of weeks, mainly because their relationship seemed to be at the point where it seemed to be destined for total destruction with no hope of recovery. "I can't do that right now. What time are you off?"
"I'll be home around one."
"We'll talk tonight. I'll tell you everything and you can ask me whatever you want. For now I have to go."
"He likes you too, you know."
"Who?"
"Derek."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not blond, Stiles. Please be careful."
"I will. I bought two different types of condoms and..." Stiles stopped talking when his father looked like he was about to be sick. It was then that the true meaning of his father's words clicked. "Oh, you were talking about what we're heading off to do."
"Yes, I was."
"I'm just going to flee while I have a small amount of dignity left."
"I think you're well past that point."
"Yeah. Bye." Stiles slipped around his father and exited through the building's side entrance. He walked to Derek's car and slid into the passenger seat. Derek took one look at him and then started the car.
