He had to admit to himself, this was going maybe a tad bit far. He was stationed in his cruiser outside of the High School staring intently at the front door and the lights shining in through the windows. It was an easy job, he has someone do it every year just to keep an eye on the dance. Normally though it would be one of his rookies, after all, stakeouts(if you could call it that) were normally boring and uneventful. This year though he had insisted that with all the crime and murders over the past year and a half. It was a legit excuse. If he also happened to be waiting for his son to exit with his mystery girl then that's just his business. Of course, it's never that easy.
He knew Stiles was going to the prom, he has definitely made that clear. The suit he wore was tight, navy blue and fit him like a glove. He remembered wondering when his son had built up his frame from being a lanky little spaz to a lithe first lineman. Or where he had found the time. Perhaps that's what he and Scott had been doing all summer.
He waited an hour after the kid left to drive his cruiser over to the school. When he got there the parking lot was absolutely packed. Not a spot in site so he had resolved to parking on the sidewalk. Tonight would be the night that he finally got to see this girl. He just knew it.
So he waited. and waited. and waited. The hours ticked by with very little movement outside except for a group of girls and guys exiting into a limo to take them god knows where. The dance only lasted til midnight and slowly people started to exit the school and drive off. Still no Stiles.
After the parking lot was empty and the doors were locked he decided to do a little more investigating. Sure there were a lot of kids and a lot of cars, but it is pretty hard to miss his wife's blue jeep. So he took out his cell phone and called Stiles.
Hi you have reached the voice mail of batman, please leave a message after the long-awaited beep, which if you think about it, is really a pain in the neck since you have to sit there for god knows how long waiting for a beep, and not just any beep the right- *beep*
Who did he kill to deserve this. Really.
It was already 1:30 by the time he got home and he almost didn't realize that Stiles jeep was there, parked a little haphazardly in the driveway. As he got out of the cruiser he was careful to shut the door without making a sound. He quietly slipped the key into the lock and entered the house, slipping the door closed behind him. Now for the tricky part, stairs. Living in the house for almost 20 years had its advantages, he knew which stairs creaked the most and which were completely silent. As he worked his way up them he had to wonder to himself why exactly he was still sneaking around, in his own him none the less.
When he reached the top step he walked over to Stiles bedroom door, which was shut as always. Something was just burning at the back of his mind, telling him to walk away and leave it be. His curiosity however, was just too much. He turned the knob with practiced experience and opened the door just a bit, enough for the hall light to illuminate the room.
The first thing he sees is Stiles, passed out on his stomach, shirtless. His limbs star fished everywhere, one hand on his waist, a leg hanging off the side, another arm thrown over Derek's chest, and hi-
His arm. Thrown over Derek's chest. Derek's. Derek Hale.
Oh.
So he stood there. He gaped. He stood some more. And then he quietly closed the door and went to his room and fell asleep.
No way in hell was he going to deal with this without coffee.
Sorry for the wait. Almost done and then I am SO writing a sequel that will be a Stiles/derek pov. Probably just 3rd person. That one will have smut. And fluff. And hilarity. As always, I LOVE YOU GUYS.