Heys lovelies,

I here bring tidings of…a new chapter…I like writing these short chapters…they are nice XD Soo…not much to say other then there is even more drama …to much or not enough? Now that is the question. Anyways thanks so much for the reviews and alerts and favs… I keep saying that and I mean it… Now please read, review and enjoy this chapter

Kai


Stiles stumbled slightly as he shuffled down the stairs and stopped when heard Stella and his father chatting at the round kitchen table.

"So you and my son aren't together?" His father asked slowly and Stiles peaked around the corner of the stairwell to see Stella's response.

"We kissed…once when we first met. That's about it. He just wasn't interested and that was nice. It was nice to have just a friend you could actually just be a friend with. Oh, did you know that Stiles is head over heels for…"

"HEY!" Stiles yelled abruptly as he bounded into the kitchen. Stella and his father looked over at him, a confused expression stretched across both their faces at his sudden entry. "How are you guys this morning?" He asked nicely and Stella rolled her eyes and stood up from the kitchen table and headed over to the stove.

"I'm fine, but I thought you were going to go back to sleep? You seemed pretty pissed at me for waking you up earlier? Were you dreaming about something good?" She chuckled and Stiles looked over at her, his eyes widening as he shook his head.

"No, you just startled me…That's all."

"Yeah, right." She chuckled again before she continued, "So Stiles what would you like for breakfast this morning…Your father wanted pancakes? Is that right?" She turned to look at the former sheriff and he nodded his head up and down.

"Geez Stiles, does she do this for you all the time?" His father laughed as he took a long drink from his coffee mug that had a big chip in the rim.

"No…only when she stays over." He cringed slightly when he realized how that actually sounded.

"I like to cook, so it's not a problem." She said sweetly as she began searching for ingredients she needed to make pancake batter.

"Stiles…" The phone's shrill ring interrupted Stiles father before he could finish speaking. Quickly his father stood from the table and walked over to the wall phone and yanked it from it cradle.

"Stilinski." A pause followed as the person on the other end of the line most likely spoke. Stiles watched his father's face suddenly pale as he began shaking his head. "No, I understand…Thanks for the heads up Derek... Goodbye." Stile's father hung up the phone and turned to both Stiles and Stella, who were both looking at him very intently.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked as his father's face twisted in unease.

"There seemed to have been a wild animal attack last night. The animal so far is undetermined, but it's something big. It ripped a couple of hikers' limb from limb.

"Wow, that's awful…" Stella muttered and Stiles was shaken back into reality that he had somehow left when his father said wild animal. He was having flash backs of how everyone had assumed it had been a wild animal when Peter the old alpha had been running around tormenting everyone and killing. He had to talk to Derek and he had to talk to Derek as soon as possible.

"Hey, actually, I'm not actually hungry. I'm going to go visit Scott again and catch up some more. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Dad, why don't you show Stella our favorite shops in town? You know, if you have some time?" Stiles said rapidly and his father just blinked at him and nodded.

"You're not still on Adderall, right son?" Stiles just blinked at him and shook his head, "Oh good… I was just curious."

Anyways…gotta go…bye.' Stiles yelled as he grabbed his car keys off the kitchen table and raced out the door leaving Stella and his father behind.

"Was he always this spacey?" She asked him slowly.

"No…worse."

Stella smiled, "I am not surprised."

Stiles bounded up the stairs of the ramshackle police station and yanked open the door. Derek was sitting in front of an illuminated computer screen, his brows furrowed deep in thought. He looked up and gazed at Stiles with a startled look, when the young man entered.

"Derek…My dad got the news that from you about the…"Stiles panted in a rush as he struggled to catch his breath.

"You really haven't changed have you? Still on that Adderall?" Derek muttered and Stiles frowned as he shook his head.

"No and why does everyone keep asking me that?" Stiles muttered.

"What are you doing here Stiles…I don't need you meddling into police affairs." Derek sighed as he stood up from his chair and waltzed over into Stiles personal space.

Stiles swallowed a shallow breath as the memory of his dream from last suddenly crossed his mind and with Derek standing so close to him. He was feeling his self control slowly slip away from him.

"Is it actually police affairs or is it other affairs from your condition. You know, the condition your hiding, which was probably why you took up the job at the police station in the first place." Stiles said darkly as his eyes narrowed on Derek.

Derek looked Stiles and looked away towards the floor, "I don't know yet. It's looking like it's the condition's affairs…as you so adamantly put it. But I don't actually know." Derek muttered again as she turned away from Stiles and started to pace back towards his desk, but Stiles reached out suddenly and gripped one of his muscled arms.

"Let me help you! You know that I can." Stiles pleaded and Derek shook his head.

"No! These matters don't concern you. Stay out of it!" Derek said darkly, but Stiles continued to stand his ground.

"Why do you always do this? Why do you not think I can help you?" Stiles said his voice rising in anger.

"You can't help me Stiles! I don't want your help! I don't even want to see you!" Derek growled and Stiles released Derek's arm and looked at Stiles with a stunned expression.

"You don't want to see me?" Stiles said softly as he looked away from Derek and down at the black and white checkered floor tiles.

"I don't want you to get involved. It could be dangerous. You have already put your life on the line for me already. Once is more than enough. I'm starting to wonder if you might have a death wish." Derek demanded and Stiles looked back up at Derek, with wide eyes.

"No, but I…I'm worried about…you." Stiles voice became a whisper and Derek's raised one eyebrow.

"Just do me a favor Stiles and stay the hell out of this!" Derek said gruffly and Stiles gave him a hurt look as he turned before hurried out of the police station.