For the sake of keeping the timeline in the fic somewhat consisted: the beginning of this chapter happens on Wednesday; the end of the school is on Friday next week from that.
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When the Sheriff got home all he could do was to keep blinking at his son, thinking he's hallucinating. The realization that he didn't see Stiles crack a smile in months was like a punch in the gut. He resolved right then and there to do anything to keep this Stiles.
Which was easier said than done, when he found out why his son was so excited.
It was just– New York was a big city, on the other side of the country and if they would get in trouble, and let's be honest here – those two didn't have a best record of staying out of it, no one would get there fast enough to help them. And he trusted Derek, he did!, he knew Derek was a good man and would take care of Stiles, he just... didn't trust Derek. For God's sake, just this morning the man was still hiding from something!
Still, the pros seemed to be outweighing the cons. Stiles seemed desperate enough to go. And God knows he was thinking of sending his son away from Beacon Hills and it's problems for a while himself.
After a long conversation with Derek the Sheriff still had doubts, but his main fears were addressed and talked out calmly.
The werewolf assured him, that all the danger was taken care of and nothing would come after him or Stiles unexpectedly. Nothing related to his escapades after he left Beacon Hills anyway. New York itself was fairly safe supernatural wise too. Cities this big were considered neutral territory and the only time the problems arise was when someone went looking for them. Derek also told him that his apartment had pretty good security system, but said almost nothing about the apartment itself. However he bought himself a few points for inviting the Sheriff along.
Regretfully, no matter how much John wanted, with the murders still happening he could barely spare a weekend for this trip. That pleased Stiles well enough.
They agreed, that the two of them fly over in a week, right after the school ended and Stiles and Derek would come back a few days before next school year started.
With the matters settled Stilinskis went to sleep.
When Sheriff checked on his son before he left for his morning shift, he wasn't surprised to see Stiles sprawled on his bed still with clothes on and the bag packed and ready by the door. He was surprised however when he stopped by the house in the afternoon on his brake to get some dinner and found Stiles in the kitchen, bandaging his arm.
"What happened?" he demanded and batted Stiles' hand away to look at the damage.
Two light scratches went diagonally across inside his left forearm. The wounds were nothing serious, certainly Stiles got worse scrapes than that in his life, but they were definitely made by a werewolf.
Stiles sighed heavily and the Sheriff noticed his haggard look, the happiness from yesterday gone as if it never happened.
"Just antagonized Liam a little," the teenager murmured, going back to bandaging his arm. "He got angry and attacked me. Scott pulled me out of the way, but he accidentally scratched me. Ruined my shirt too. I liked it."
"And why Scott isn't here with you helping you?" John frowned. "Where is he?"
Stiles shrugged.
"With Kira, probably. He was talking about their date all day, so I told him not to worry about me and go."
The Sheriff sighed. It was just like Stiles to put others before himself. Even so he couldn't help to be a little angry at the Alpha for just leaving his injured son like that.
"Alright," he came to a decision. "I have to go. Do you need anything?"
"Nah," Stiles shook his head. "I'll finish here and then watch some movies." He looked at the Sheriff challengingly, "Maybe I'll order pizza, all to myself."
John snorted. If Stiles only knew.
"Have fun! Don't stay late!" the Sheriff called on his way out. He'll ate some take out instead home cooked meal to save time. He had a few calls to make.
To see elation on his son's face when he got back from school the next day and had been told they were leaving for the airport in half an hour was well worth the hassle and all-nighter the Sheriff pulled to sort matters for his short absence at work. The school wasn't a problem– Stiles had his final grades already and the attendance for the rest of semester was just a formality. Derek was ready for them whenever they wanted. He even went ahead and reserved them plane tickets, when John called him to let him know they're coming early. All in all, they were ready.
The Sheriff just hoped that New York would still be standing when Stiles and Derek were done with it.