The Sheriff sighed and muted the baseball game. From the slits in the blinds, he could see his son getting out of a black Camaro. Stiles leaned against the open door to say something to the driver before slamming it shut. He heard Stiles on the porch and saw the car drive off fast enough to warrant a stern warning in a residential zone.
"Hey, Dad. Thought you worked late tonight?" The grin on Stiles' face slid off, seeing the empty tumbler on the coffee table.
"Finished my paperwork. Sit down, son." The Sheriff patted the empty spot next to him on the couch.
"Oh-kay…" Stiles flopped down, "What's up? Did Mr. Harris call you? The philosopher's stone is a legitimate chemistry topic! The Magnum opu-"
"Stiles," the Sheriff quieted his son. "You've been spending a lot of time with the Hale boy-"
Stiles stood up with a horrified expression. "Oh, no! No! Not you, too! First Scott, now you? Oh my god, Dad, no."
"So no one has been sneaking through your window at night?" He raised an eyebrow at his son.
"I-" Stiles gaped. "WHAT? I don't-" Stiles couldn't look at his dad, rubbing his hands on his face. "It's not what you think. We're not… We're not."
Sheriff Stilinski stood, picking up the newspaper and tumbler from the table in front of him. "Well as glad as I am that you're 'not', I do want to lay down some ground rules. Tell Derek to lay off visiting on school nights and that he can use the front door during regular hours. I trust that you don't need to be reminded about safety or statutory rape laws."
"Oh my god, I'm going to my room and try to pretend this conversation never happened. I'll be in my closet hoping to fall into Narnia. No, wait! Not that kind of metaphorical closet. Because I'm totally not admitting to anything you've implied tonight. Not that there's anything wrong with batting left handed. Or Derek. You know, there's a lot of advantages to being left handed in pitching too and why am I talking about baseball now? Hey are the Dodgers winning? … You know what? I'm just going to go to bed." Stiles practically ran up to his room, red faced.
"Goodnight, son!"