When he walked out of the bathroom fully dressed, he found Stiles' bedroom empty. Spotting his phone on the nightstand, he grabbed it before heading downstairs. As soon as he got halfway, he breathed in the smell of pancakes that permeated the air. Picking up his pace, he walked into the kitchen to find Stiles, with a spatula in hand and a concentrated look on his face hovering over a half-done pancake while simultaneously trying to get the coffee machine going. Jackson smiled to himself as he walked over, making sure Stiles saw him in his peripheral vision, and taking Stiles' hands in his to prevent the coffee from falling on the ground.

"I've got it," he said, as he spooned the appropriate amount of coffee into the machine, checked the water level and pressed start. The machine gave a low whine but started soon enough, adding to the heavenly scent already in the kitchen. He turned back to Stiles, who had a tiny smile on his face as he flipped the pancake.

Leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, he watched as Stiles put the pancake on top of a pile that was already done. As he put new batter in the pan, Jackson decided to make himself useful.

"Is it alright if I set the table?"

Stiles glanced over at him, doing a frown-and-smile combination as he snorted. "No it isn't, that would be the most outrageous thing ever," he answered in a deadpan tone, but there was amusement in his eyes, "how could you even think that would be allowed? I thought you came over to just sit there and look pretty."

Jackson rolled his eyes, snorting as well while he rummaged through the cupboards in search of plates, "I'm terribly sorry for offending you, your highness. I just don't think it would be right for someone of your beauty to exhaust yourself with all this work."

This earned him a silent laugh, Stiles' shoulders shaking while he directed Jackson around the kitchen for the rest of the set-up. Adding the last batter in the pan while Jackson set the table, Stiles turned around and tilted his head to the side, "If I'm the pretty one, then what does that make you?"

Jackson thought for a second as he put the last knife down, walking back over to Stiles to grab his hand and give it a light kiss. Smirking when he noticed the blotchy pink spots forming on Stiles' cheeks and down his neck, he murmured "Outrageously gorgeous, of course."

"The only thing that's outrageous here is the fact that that poor pancake is burning."

Before Stiles had the opportunity to answer, a voice from the doorway alerted them both to the sheriff standing there. Cursing quietly, Stiles turned around to salvage the situation as much as he could while Jackson stepped back and turned to the sheriff, feeling kind of sheepish. "Good morning?" He offered, not sure what else to say in the situation.

The sheriff just crinkled his eyes in a smile, walking over and grabbing three mugs from the cupboard. "Only because you made coffee, it is." He started filling all of them, adding milk and two cubes of sugar to one and keeping the other two black. He looked at Jackson inclining his head to the coffee as if to ask 'what would you like?'.

Jackson answered with a "just milk, please", and helped Noah put the mugs on the table. After sitting down with the sheriff, Stiles walked over with the plate of pancakes, looking kind of put out as he put them down.

"Sadly, the last one didn't make it," he said, before he shrugged and started piling his plate with pancakes. Rolling his eyes, Noah cleared his throat and looked at Stiles pointedly. Glancing at his father, who glanced at Jackson, he winced and stopped, "Would you like some first, Jackson?"

Laughing out loud, Jackson just shook his head, "After you, you made them after all."

Sticking his tongue out to his father, Stiles continued until he was seemingly satisfied with the amount of breakfast food he was about to devour. He did wait patiently until the sheriff and Jackson had grabbed some as well, and then they all started eating.

After finishing off his plate, Noah cleared his throat and put down his fork. He looked up at Stiles and asked, "So, what are you two going to do this week?"

Quickly finishing his last pancake, Stiles wiped his mouth and answered, "Most likely just hang out. I'll probably show Jackson all the show worthy stuff around Beacon Hills and maybe introduce him to Lydia and Scott."

Jackson looked at Stiles quizzically, "You're hanging with him again?"

Stiles shrugged, leaning back in his chair and fiddling with his watch under both Jackson's and Noah's scrutinizing gazes, "We're not not hanging. It's kinda like we're on the road of returning to our old friendship, but it's a rocky one."

Nodding in understanding, Jackson stood and started cleaning the table. Before he could even grab the first plate, Stiles' hand was wrapped around his wrist. Jackson looked up at him with his eyebrows raised.

"You're a guest, you're not supposed to clean up the table."

Jackson rolled his eyes, "I thought we just established that you were the royalty here. You cooked, I clean. It's fine."

Stiles scoffed, giving Jackson's wrist a light squeeze before releasing it. He stared at Jackson for a bit before shaking his head, "I just can't let you do it, it would go against all my caring instincts."

Jackson crossed his arms and looked at Stiles questioningly, "What caring instincts? When I had a fever two months ago you told me to stop bitching and get online on Skype anyway, because the best way to get over it was 'to talk it off'."

Frowning, Stiles put his hands on his hips, "I didn't know that it was that bad! You looked fine in both the picture and on Skype. It's not my fault that you're genetically programmed to look pretty even in sickness."

"The only thing you could see on that picture was the top of my head! And we both know that Skype is too pixelated to get a proper view."

"Okay, that's true, but I mean you- that's not the point! Just let me clean the goddamn table. Following your logic, you set the table so I clean it up."

"Stiles," Jackson rolled his eyes and dropped the defensive stance, "you could at least let me help."

"Only if you promise to-"

"Boys."

Noah stood up, looking both amused and exasperated, "I'll clean the table. The two of you should try to enjoy your time together and have fun. Don't waste your time bickering over unimportant stuff."

"Bickering over unimportant stuff is what we do, though! You should've read the smiley debate dad, it was amazing."

Stacking the states, the sheriff just shot Stiles an irritated look and said, "Go."

Looking over at Jackson, Stiles smiled widely and asked, "Ready to go 'have fun' then?"

Jackson smirked and took Stiles' hand, "I was born ready."

A/N: Who remembers the subplot about why Stiles started online friending? I did a crappy job of keeping that in the story, huh. Guess that's something I gotta look out for in rewriting this. Same goes for Danny's relationship.

That's another chapter done though! I've been on a pretty good roll lately (if I say so myself) and I'm trying to keep it going. To be very honest, I don't know how long it'll last. College starts for me officially next week and my schedule is not very forgiving. However, I don't want that to be an excuse anymore! It will only delay stories slightly, but not as long as my 3-4 year hiatus.

Also, sorry if the chapters have a lot of mistakes/seem a little rushed. I get so exited to write and want so much to happen without really knowing how to write it properly, that it just ends up being one big world jumble. Kind of like that whole sentence.

I want to thank everyone again for their support, this story was never really meant to become this big. I'm glad so many people like it, though. You all make writing way more fun :)

Till next time!