Okay, here's another little drabble I wrote.

TC Characters (c) Atlus
Starbucks (c) Starbucks


Derek Stiles drove with his fiancée back to his apartment late one Thursday night, holding her hand as he watched her nod off in the passenger's seat.

Driving home with the radio on quietly, he thought about his life and smiled warmly, realizing that his wedding to Angie was a little less than a month away. Turning left at an intersection, he was broken from his thoughts as a buzzing noise was heard from his cup-holder, the front display on his black cell phone illuminated in the dark night. Holding the steering wheel with his knee so that he could grab his phone with his other hand, Derek smiled as he picked up the phone, but a look of confusion replaced his smile as he stared at the name "Ken" on the screen.

Turning off the radio, Derek quickly put on his Bluetooth headset and hit the "Accept" button, placing his phone in the cup-holder.

"Hello…?"

"Hey, Derek – how's it going?"

"Oh, great…!" he started, still slightly nervous. "Angie and I are on our way home from work right now… Er, well… I am, she's sleeping… heh. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Derek..."

"Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah! Everything's fine, don't worry… I just needed to talk to you about something important..."

Derek froze. "Sure, what's up?"

"What time do you get off work tomorrow?

"Uh, morning would probably be better for me, because we have late shift again tomorrow…"

"Oh, okay… would you be able to meet me at the Starbucks on Fifth tomorrow at around 10 A.M.ish?"

"10? Yeah, that sounds fine…"

Ken chuckled on the other line. "Don't be nervous Derek, its nothing big – just with the wedding approaching and all, there was something that I wanted to talk to you about.. Oh, and also, don't let Angie come with you."

Derek gulped silently, now more nervous than before. "Okay – I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Sounds great. See you then!"

"Okay…bye."

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"He said that he wanted to discuss something with you before the wedding came…?" Angie asked sleepily, curled up in Derek's bed in one of his T-shirts.

"Yeah…" he said, sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulled off his socks and crawled under the covers himself. "I'm kind of nervous, I have no idea what he would want to talk to me about…"

Angie and Derek laid cuddled up with one another in the dark, both silently racking their brains. A small giggle broke the silence as Angie began to laugh out of control, burying her face into Derek's chest who just smiled, curious.

"What's so funny…" he asked, to which she just continued giggling.

A few moments later her laughs subsided, and she turned up her head to look at him, still resting on his chest.

"Maybe…" she said, beginning to giggle slightly. "…he wants to talk to you about sex?"

Derek's face immediately turned scarlet as Angie began to giggle hysterically once again.

"Oh… God…" he said, realizing that it seemed to fit in context. "I, hope… not.."

Angie settled down, wiping her eyes before she lovingly kissed Derek goodnight, drifting fast off to sleep in his arms.

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Early the next morning, Derek gently slid out from Angie's grasps and got dressed, kissing her on the forehead as he left to go meet her father.

Thoughts were swirling through his head as he parked his car just a block away from the Starbucks, thinking of the conversation he and Angie had the night prior. As he walked past the window of the coffee shop, he could see Blackwell seated inside, reading a paper. Sighing loudly, he pulled open the front door and walked in.

Ken lifted his head from the paper and looked up at Derek, an instant smile forming on his face.

"Derek!" he said, standing up to shake his hand. "I'm glad you came – please, have a seat… Can I get you anything?"

Derek shook his head. "No, I'm still not entirely awake.. heh"

"Okay, okay, I get it… I freaked you out by calling you here…" Ken said, leaning back in his chair.

"No!" Derek yelped. "That's not it at all! I'm just… curious, that's all…"

Ken laughed. "Would you relax, Derek? Everything is fine… I actually called you here to tell you a story."

Derek's expression lightened considerably as he smiled. "Oh, okay… I'm all ears."

Ken leaned forward, clasping his hands together and setting them on the table.

"Derek, our family is big on tradition." he started, eyes locked with Derek's. "And with yours and Angie's wedding coming up, it made me realize that I haven't done anything to officially welcome you into our family."

Derek smiled. "I feel welcome, Ken… you don't have to do anything…"

Ken smirked a little as he cut Derek off. "No, yes I do. Like I said, we're big on traditions. And because of that, we have many things that have passed through generations of our family."

"What do you mean?" Derek asked, slightly confused. "Like, heirlooms?"

"Exactly." he replied.

"Derek, I love Angie very much. If circumstances would've allowed me to stay with her and her mother, there's no doubt in my mind that Angie would not be an only child…" he said, smiling.

"All those years, I was sad to never have a son because I knew that I would have nobody to pass these heirlooms down to… but now that you're marrying my Angie, I realize that there's no one better than you to give these things to, because you are like my son…"

Derek couldn't help but smile broadly as he tried to stop himself from choking up. He had missed out on so many father/son memories over these years after his father had passed, and it made him happy to know that he now had a father figure again.

"Anyway… I'm not trying to take the place of your father, Derek…"

"I know – " Derek cut in. "Nobody could – but I still do think of you, as my father… sir."

Ken beamed as he reached into his pocket and set a small box on the table.

"Open it, Derek…"

Derek looked at him and then at the tiny black box, opening it as his mouth dropped in surprise.

Inside the box sat two shining platinum cufflinks. They each had a diamond encrusted in the middle, and a large scrolling 'B' was etched into the metal. Derek lifted one out gently and looked at it as he smiled warmly, still shocked that he was giving these to him.

"Three generations of Blackwell men have worn those cuffs on their wedding day. While I realize that you're not a "Blackwell", per se, these cuffs have brought years of happiness to whoever has worn them… and happiness is the only thing I wish for you and Angie."

Derek stared at them smiling, still silent.

"Well… what do you think?" Ken asked quietly, snapping Derek back to reality.

He turned his brown eyes up to his soon to be father-in-law, smiling warmly.

"This means a lot to me…" he said quietly. "We never had things like this in my family, and I can't believe out of everyone, you passed them down to me…"

Ken beamed as Derek began to laugh.

"Although I am relieved – I told Angie that you were meeting me and she thought you were going to have "the talk" with me…" he stammered out, laughing still as he turned slightly red.

Ken became completely serious.

"Well actually, now that you mention it…"

Derek smacked himself internally for bringing it up. This seriously couldn't be happening.

Seeing the look of sheer terror on Derek's face, all Ken could do was cackle hysterically, leaving Derek to follow suit, still nervous.

"Oh man… hahaha! Your face! HAHA!" he said, slightly hunched over. "I'm kidding, of course, Derek… I wouldn't touch that one with a ten foot pole."

"Thank, God…" Derek replied, laughing too as little by little, the men settled down.

Ken stood up and Derek followed suit, extending his hand. Ken shook it and then pulled him into a big hug, the cufflinks still firmly grasped in Derek's hand.

"There's more family heirlooms where that came from…" he said, muffled by Derek's shoulder.

Pulling away, the two men smiled warmly at each other, sharing a father/son bond which neither of them had experienced before. Looking his son in the eyes, Kenneth Blackwell grinned, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Welcome to the family, son…"


I always figured that after Derek saved him and married Angie (though Atlus doesn't want that to happen, apparently), that they would have father/son moments like this. Even though he's in prison for life (hey, its my story, leave it alone :D ). Anyway - just for formality sake:

Kenneth Blackwell / Derek Stiles "Gift"

That's the official Generator result. So, there we have it :)

Personally, the sex talk cracked me up.. haha.

I know I said this chapter would be slightly disturbing, but I'm saving that for later! Hahah!

See you next time!