Derek managed to drag Stiles out of the water for dinner a few hours later. The kid was quite literally a fish. It was no wonder he was sunburnt so badly when he had sought Derek's help. He hadn't had Derek to pull him to the shoreline hourly to reapply sunblock. Derek was being overly protective and they both knew it. Stiles let Derek have this one thing, though.

Derek made them pasta with creamy alfredo tomato sauce and garlic bread. Derek had had the lady who stopped by to check on things once a month, stock it for him a few days before. He had contemplated taking them out to eat, but decided that it would be better if it were just the two of them.

"Ididnowoocootcoock" Stiles said with a mouth full of garlic bread.

Derek raised both of his eyebrows this time, one was clearly not enough.

Stiles swallowed and reiterated, "I didn't know you could cook. This is really good, Der."

Derek let out a small smile at the compliment and the new nickname.

"My dad taught me." He said looking at the table.

"He must have been a good teacher," Stiles replied as bumped Derek's leg with his own.

"He was." Derek replied.

After dinner, Stiles insisted on doing the dishes. He wouldn't let Derek anywhere near the kitchen while he cleaned up. Derek waited in the living room while he let out a disgruntled sigh every few minutes.

"You know," Stiles said as he walked into the living room and lifted Derek's chin up to look at him from the back of the couch. "You're pretty impatient for a guy who turned a bunch of outcast teenagers into werewolves. Might want to work on that." He patted Derek on the cheek twice and started to walk away.

Derek grabbed his arms and flipped him over the couch and onto his lap with ease.

"Impatient, hm? I can live with that." Derek responded.

Derek leaned in for a kiss, but Stiles hopped off of his lap giggling and said, "You still haven't given me a tour."

Derek shook his head with a small grin. "Fine." He said. "You've seen the kitchen and the living room, the bedrooms are upstairs and the bathroom is down the hall and to the left. Now get your ass back here."

"Come on Sourwolf, I want a real tour."

Derek looked uncertain for a minute, but took Stiles' hand and dragged him to the bathroom anyway.

"As I said, this is the bathroom. Behold the wonders. There's even a sink." Derek said.

"I'll be taking you in here later," Stiles said with a failed wink. Derek shook his head and walked away before Stiles could see his small smile.

Derek walked them up the stairs where there was a line of five bedrooms. Four of them had wooden plaques with a name and glued on shells of various sizes and conditions. Derek stopped at the end of the staircase, as he focused on his breathing and tried not to "wolf out" as Stiles would say.

"We don't have to-" Stiles began.

Ever since coming back to the house, the need to talk about his family consumed Derek. He couldn't shake their presence and the memories shared there. Here, he couldn't forget them. He felt them everywhere and couldn't suppress the longing and the ache from their absence. "We made them together. I cut and sanded the drift wood, Laura painted the names, Cora found the shells, and Jack glued them onto the plaque." Derek went over to Laura's room and grazed the paint with his fingers. He made no move to go inside and Stiles didn't push.

"This is my room. If I let you come inside, you better not laugh."

"Ohmygod. There's blackmail material in there, isn't there? Yes! I mean... Yeah. Sure. I promise. No laughing. Scout's honor." Stiles rambled as he put three fingers up in salute.

"You have more of a penchants for breaking rules than anyone I have ever met. You would be a terrible boy scout." Derek challenged.

Stiles twisted his face with indignation. "How dare you. I'll have you know that my father is the sheriff."

Derek looked amused. "That just makes it easier for you to know how to get away with it."

Stiles huffed. "Whatever. Lead the way, asshole."

Derek opened the door an inch and turned back to Stiles "I swear. One word, Stiles."

Stiles rolled his eyes and pushed the door open the rest of the way. The second his eyes gazed on the contents of the room he let out a totally manly and not at all terrified screech. "WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE?!"

Derek took a minute to survey the room, as he reacquainted himself with the contents and the memories he had failed to forget. He turned his head in the direction Stiles was gaping at. Along the back wall was a hanging shelf that had 30 furbies of various sizes and colors. A few of them were themed, like the angel one and the one that looked vaguely like Gizmo from the Gremlins. Some of them just looked like someone threw up the contents of a paint palette and others had two colors. All of their beady, cold eyes were open and staring. Stiles had gripped Derek's hand without realizing it. They were staring at him. He didn't like it. At all.

When Derek had brought himself back to the present, he sniggered at Stiles' reaction. He had expected endless mocking, not abject terror. He could work with terror. Laura would have loved this, he thought to himself.

Stiles turned toward Derek and said "Why? How could you even sleep in here, Derek? What even."

Derek laughed. "I don't know. Laura bought them at a local yard sale for cheap when I was ten and she hid them all over my room to freak me out. But I liked them. They were different, and cool and just weird enough to be interesting. Cora tried to throw them in the ocean until I threatened her cd collection."

Stiles continued to stare at him with a bewildered expression and a flare of judgment.

"I thought they were cute." Derek mumbled embarrassingly.

"Okay. I've had enough of this tour. Let's go back downstairs." Stiles suggested.

Once they were back in the living room, Stiles looked out of the glass doors leading to the beach and noticed how dark it had gotten. "Shit. Der, I should probably call my dad. He thinks I'm just at the beach with Scott for the day." Stiles said with a grimace.

Derek nodded and opened the glass doors for Stiles to have some privacy. Stiles kissed Derek on the cheek, as he knew the action was Derek's way of letting him know that he wouldn't listen in on the conversation. He knew that if Derek wanted to hear the conversation, a glass door wouldn't stop him. Stiles smiled to himself at how intuitive Derek could be when he wanted to be. Derek could pretend all he wanted that he was gruff and didn't care about people, but Stiles noticed the small things. And there were a lot of them.

The phone only rang once before his dad picked up. Yeah, that definitely wasn't a good sign.

"Hello?" The sheriff said.

"Hey... Dad." Stiles said nervously. "Um I just wanted to let you know that I'll be gone for a few days. A friend is letting me crash at his beach house and we're just gonna hang here for a few days... Y'know the usual. I'll be back on Tuesday."

"What about Scott? I thought you were with him today?" The sheriff inquired.

"Um. Well Scott had to go to the clinic last minute so I made other plans with a mutual friend." Stiles bluffed.

"Until Tuesday, huh. You know that's really interesting, because Derek Hale put in for time off until Tuesday. What a strange coincidence. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

"Um. I. Uh." Stiles stuttered.

"That's what I thought. Well you tell Derek that I will see him at 7 sharp for dinner on Tuesday. I think it's time we had a little chat. You're 18 now, so I can't make your decisions for you, but stay safe, son."

"Will do Daddy-o." Stiles said after letting go of the breath he had been holding in. That went... Well not great, but a lot better than he had expected.

Derek could hear Stiles heart beating rapidly when he walked back into the house.

"Is everything okay?" Derek asked, as he put his hand on Stiles' shoulder.

"Dad figured it out. He wants to have dinner when we get back on Tuesday. You're doomed." Stiles dramatically relayed the contents of the phone call.

Derek took a minute to process the new information and smiled. "Well, we did agree that we were going to tell him. It's just sooner than we had anticipated. Don't worry, Stiles. We'll be fine."

"My dad has a gun, Derek. A gun. And I'm his only child. You have not been threatened until you have been threatened by John Stilinski. He's like... The master. We still have time to flee to South America. Come one! It'll be fun! We can live on a boat and adopt a cat. We'll call him Furrdinand. Furrdinand awaits us, Derek. Let's go!" Stiles rambled.

"Calm down. It'll be fine. We've faced things a lot scarier than your dad." Stiles scoffed. "And anyway, I'm not a fan of cats." Derek said.

"So you like Furbies but not cats? What the... What is wrong with you?" Stiles asked.

"I am dating you, so a lot, apparently." Derek said with a smile.

"Ha ha ha." Stiles mocked.

Derek dragged Stiles to the couch and put Die Hard in the outdated DVD player. It was Cora's favorite.

Stiles woke up in Derek's bed two hours later with a start. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there, but he felt two arms wrapped around him from behind. He let out a sigh of relief. He must have fallen asleep during the movie and Derek had carried him up. He shook his head with a fond smile.

Stiles felt multiple eyes on him and it was seriously creeping him out. He looked up and squealed "Jesus Christ!" As he flailed in the bed. The damn Furbies. He had forgotten about the friggen Furbies.

Derek growled at the interruption of his for once pleasant dream. "What is your problem?" He asked.

"Derek. Either these Furbies go, or I do. I can't take them staring at me anymore. What do they want from me?" He said in a flourish. He glanced back up at the Furbies and said, "What do you want from me?! I have nothing to give you!"

Derek rolled his eyes and slammed his face into the pillow. How was this his life?

Notes: So I was asking a friend what he thought would be a good thing for Derek to be embarrassed about in his old room and he said furbies because he knows I love them and everyone (including him) judges me for it. So... I am basically Derek in this chapter. Please let me know what you guys think of the story so far! (Also, no one has guessed where the chapter titles came from. No cheating with google. :P) It's almost 2am and I am really tired so I hope this chapter isn't full of mistakes.