Chapter 7- A/N I don't know what actually happened to Stiles' mom but my take is that she died when Stiles was a young boy. :)


Stiles nuzzled his head against Derek's chest. He sniffed in Derek's musky scent and slowly opened his eyes. Although he was asleep, Derek was still sitting up in the position he was earlier when Stiles fell asleep on him, but now with his arms crossed. Stiles sat up himself and wiped his eyes, trying to piece together what had happened that night. He quietly cleared his throat and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and turned to look at Derek, hoping that he didn't wake him, then headed towards the door.

Stiles tiptoed through the hallway to the top of the stairs. He peered over the railing and heard shuffling downstairs. Assuming that it was his father, Stiles made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning, Stiles," his dad said awkwardly from the kitchen table.

"Morning." Stiles rubbed his arm and took a seat across from his dad, bracing for the inevitable conversation he was about to endure.

"How did you sleep?"

"Fine."

"Just fine?"

"Yeah why?"

The sheriff locked eyes with his son. "I saw you had a visit last night from Derek Hale."

Stiles clenched his jaw, trying to hide his nerves. "So what."

"I didn't think you were friends."

"Does it matter?"

"No, look Stiles. I'm trying to have a calm conversation with you. Is that too much to ask for?"

"Is it too much to ask for the truth?"

The sheriff glanced down at his cast and sighed. "I was taking a drive and went around the corner too fast and spun out into a ditch."

"What were you thinking dad?" Stiles yelled.

"I wasn't."

"Obviously. You could have been killed!"

"Stiles', I'm so sorry."

"What is going on? Ever since the lacrosse game, you've been acting so weird."

"I can explain."

"I mean since when do you go joyriding at three in the morning or drive into ditches, not to mention-"

"I thought I lost you," the sheriff yelled, cutting Stiles off mid sentence. Stiles looked at his father dumfounded. His mouth began to drop open. "After the game, when I couldn't find you. I thought I lost you. And then when you showed up after being beat up by the other team," Stiles cringed, forgetting that his father still didn't know about Gerard. "God, I just couldn't deal with the fact that I let that happen to you."

"So what, me losing you was a better alternative?"

"I never meant for this to happen," the sheriff said, lifting his arm the best he could. "I just had a lot on my mind and wasn't paying attention. There really isn't any excuse."

"I'm sorry about what I said. About mom." Stiles blurted out, his body beginning to fidget. "I was scared."

"You don't have to explain. I know. I should have told you right then and there."

"But bringing up mom like that." Stiles wiped away a tear. The sheriff stood up and walked over to Stiles. Once reaching him, he held out his strong arm and placed it around Stiles' body.

"It's okay. You hear me? We're okay. Everything is going to be fine." Stiles flung his arms around his father, pulling him into a deeper hug.

"I love you dad."

"I love you too, son." The hug soon dispersed when they heard someone clear their throat.

"Derek!" Stiles practically shouted, shooting out of the chair and nervously running his hand over his hair.

"I um, don't mean to intrude, but I am going now. See you later Stiles, sheriff." Derek nodded and turned around to leave.

"Hold up just a minute," the sheriff said sternly. Derek turned back around. "Now, I don't know why you were here or what you boys were up to but frankly at the moment I don't care. I think it's best for you to leave." Derek lowered his head, staring at the floor. "But please join us for dinner tonight. It's the least I can do to thank you for the incident at the station and, um, helping Stiles last night." Stiles' face lit up and the sheriff flashed a grateful smile.

"Yes sir," Derek said, trying to smile himself.

"Six o'clock. Don't be late."

Yet again, Derek merely nodded his head. He made eye contact with Stiles only for a quick moment before leaving the room. The sheriff poured himself another cup of coffee and continued his morning rituals as Stiles just stood awkwardly, trying to comprehend what had just happened.


I hope I was able to clear some things up for my lovely readers! Stiles and the sheriff's relationship plus his mother will return in the next few chapters :P Thanks for everything!