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"Um. Derek? What's my Dad doing here this early? And why is he carrying a red harness and a dog working vest?", asked Stiles as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, watching as the rest of the pack began to stir after staying in the Hale House all night for the full moon. "Um. I kinda. Agreed to try something out for the day. Your Dad mentioned it the last time he was over to warn you about your curfew.", explained Derek sheepishly as he stretched his arms above his head from his position on the floor, tangled up in the teen's legs. "And what would that be, Der?", asked Stiles as he rose from his position on the floor, a teasing smile on his lips, eyes full of curiosity when he heard a knock on the front door. The wolf rose to his feet and walked to the door, looking over at the teen before he opened it, letting the older man in. "Morning, Sheriff Stilinski.", said Derek as he shook hand with the man before covering his parted lips with his hand while he yawned. "Morning, Derek. Morning, Stiles. It looked like you survived the night.", explained John as he walked into the house and shut the door behind himself, walking over to his son to clap him on the shoulder.

"We're all alive, just wiped out. Is there any way we can skip school?", asked Stiles as he looked up at his Dad, silently begging him with his eyes. "Please, Mr. Stilinski?", begged Scott from his position on the couch with Allison, where his eyes were still closed and one arm was hanging over the side. "Derek? You want this one?", asked John as he looked over at the wolf, eyes raised in question. "Scott's the Alpha, now. But with his grades, might as well get ready for school. All of you.", explained Derek as he put a hint of firmness in his voice. "You suck. Remind me why I put you as my second in command?", asked Scott as he sat up with a groan, making Allison stir in his lap, her brown eyes fluttering open."Because you'd be lost when it came to managing the pack and the territory. Up.", explained the wolf as he reached down and grabbed hold of Isaac's extended hand, hauling the wolf up to his feet. "And he'd get his ass kicked without you.", added in Isaac as he leaned against the blue eyed Beta, still half asleep as he tried to wake himself up, seeing nobody else in the pack rising from their positions all over the room.

"Derek, go grab the hose.", ordered John as he looked around the room from teen to teen, eyes landing on his son, who's eyes widened at the threat. "NO!", shouted the rest of the pack as they all shot up from their spots, Erika and Boyd curled up in the chair, Lydia and Jackson on the love seat, Scott and Allison on the couch. Stiles snickered under his breath as he watched them struggle to wake up completely, untangling themselves from each other. "Sheriff. Always good to see you.", praised Peter as he shook hands with the man, trying to win him over. "Peter.", replied John as he shook hands with the taller man. "No disrespect, but, what are you doing here?", asked Peter, his eyebrows raised in question. "I'm here to pick up your nephew, who is going to be disappointing many little kids if he doesn't get himself in gear.", explained John as he gave Derek a shove with his hand, earning a glare and a growl from the wolf as he retreated upstairs. "Does Derek even get along with little kids?", asked Stiles as he looked from his Dad to Peter. "I'm surprised they don't run screaming.", said Jackson as he gathered up his things, helping Lydia with her things.

"He practically raised his younger siblings. He's amazing with little kids, he'll kill me for saying this, but stick him in a room with little kids and you'll see a completely different person.", explained the oldest wolf as he watched his nephew walk back down the stairs, fully shifted into wolf form, his black fur sleek against his body. "What exactly did my wolf agree to do?", asked Stiles as he knelt down and started to stroke the black fur of the wolf, giving him a good scratch behind the ears. Derek wagged his tail and playfully snapped his teeth at his boyfriend's hand, licking his chin when he looked offended. "Derek agreed to test out his skills as a Certified Touch Dog and a Certified Therapy Dog.", explained John. He bent down and placed both the vest and the harness in front of Derek, giving him a chance to pick up on the scents that were on the harness and vest. "He's not going to bite me, is he?", asked the Sheriff as he knelt down and picked up the harness, looking over at Stiles.

"He doesn't bite. Too hard.", explained Stiles as he grinned over at his Dad, who looked from him to the wolf and then back to his son. "Do I really have to muzzle you for this?", asked John as he looked the blue eyed wolf in the eyes. Derek nuzzled his hand with his head and yapped at him a few times, allowing the Sheriff to lift each of his front legs as he secured the harness on over his body, clipping the vest to it, which had a name tag hanging from it."Look at you all spruced up in your uniform.", cooed Erika as she walked over and playfully tapped his nose with her finger, laughing when he growled at her, his ears flat to his head. "He's a wolf, Mr. Stilinski. Are they going to allow him near any little kids?", asked Allison with doubt in her eyes. Derek drew his lips back over his fangs as he stood up, his shackles raising a bit beneath the vest at her challenge. The Sheriff snapped his fingers, which caught the wolf's attention, he immediately relaxed and shook out his fur, his blue eyes shining in excitement.