Hey guys, sorry for no update this morning, got called into work early. I'll try and post another chapter later tonight, it will be Scott/Allison and Jackson/Lydia centric.

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"You know, it's been a week of bed rest since the Witches attacked? I'm sure that I've recovered." Derek was laying on Stiles' bed while he watched the younger man work on homework. "I think I can move back into the Lair."

"And leave me? Like you'd ever want that!" Stiles said, his nose still buried in the book in front of him. "Now be quiet I have two more calculus problems and then I'm done, I'll actually be caught up on all my homework for the first time since...well since your crazy uncle bit Scott."

Derek sighed and thought about the past week. He had spent most it recovering at Stiles' house, and was sick of being cooped up. The Sheriff had been gone since the Monday before, at some conference and then visiting relatives. Stiles had convinced his dad to let him stay in town because he needed to catch up on his homework and since Mr. McCall had offered to stop in, the Sheriff knew nothing would happen. That had given Stiles and Derek plenty of time to recover and talk.

Derek rolled his eyes when he thought back to their "talk". Really it had been Stiles talking about his feelings and about Lydia and about the fight and then asking Derek a series of questions.

"So how you feel about all of this? Like do you like me like I like you or do you just like me as a friend or something or do you not like me and are just using me or something? Wait is this a trick or a prank? Is it..."

"Shut up Stiles. I like you as more than just a member of my pack." Derek replied after the young man had run out of words.

"Ok, so have you been with guys before? Because I haven't, well I've never been with anyone before, like never dated, not like never slept with, which I haven't done either, but wasn't what I meant, although now..."

"No, before you it was just, it was just Kate," Derek said. 'And that didn't turn out well at all' he thought

"Oh, right, kinda forgot about her," Stiles said sheepishly. "So, does this mean we are dating or together or just making out a lot? Because the making out is great and all, but together sounds good too. Although telling Scott about it won't be fun, and Jackson will give me crap, Danny should be able to shut him up though. Oh and telling my dad, well this will come as a surprise. Better make sure he is sitting down, don't want to give him a heart attack."

"The pack won't say anything; I'll make sure of that. As for your dad, he'll be fine as long as you tell him the truth." Derek knew that Stiles valued his father a lot and hated lying to him. "And I mean the whole truth. It probably wouldn't be a bad idea having the Sheriff on our side anyway."

"Wait so you want me to tell him about werewolves, hunters, kanimas, witches, and that I have a boyfriend all at one time?" Stile was shocked; he would have thought Derek would want to keep it a secret. "And wait are you my boyfriend?"

"I'm your mate, that's better."

"Mate? But we haven't even done that yet? This is one of those wolf things right? I'm pretty sure I should say boyfriend, calling you my mate to my dad will probably get you shot."

"Fine, go with boyfriend. As long as you're mine, I don't care."

Stiles had smile brightly and there hadn't been much talking after that for the rest of the night.


Derek snapped out of his memories as Stiles slammed his book shut. "Done! I am Done! I am the King of Homework and I have finished all of it!"

"Good, now get Scott caught up and I'll give you a medal."

"That's not fair; he's way further behind then me!"

"No medal for you then."

Stiles stood up and crawled into bed, straddling Derek's hips. "Really? You aren't gonna give me a medal? I'm pretty sure you owe me that for nursing you back to health."

"Well, I can think of a few ways to repay you" Derek sat up and placed his hands on the boys hips, flipping him over and pinning him to the mattress before leaning down toward him.

Their lips meet in a passionate kiss, both hungry for the connection. Derek's hands found the edge of Stiles' shirt and worked under it, rubbing the boy's sides. Stiles let out a gasp and Derek slipped his tongue into his mate's mouth. They fought for control as Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek's hips and pulled him closer.

Derek broke the kiss and began to kiss down Stiles' neck until he got to the hollow where his neck and shoulder connected. Stiles moaned as the Alpha started licking on his pulse point, nibbling into it softly. Stiles began working the Alpha's shirt off and allowed Derek to do the same to him. The more contact the better went through both their minds.

They continued to make out, finding those little ways to make each other moan and pant. Stiles had turned on the stereo before and the music filled their ears as they melted together. Derek was so intent on listening to Stiles' sounds and heartbeat that he zoned everything else out. Unfortunately, it also meant that they didn't hear the car pull up, the door open, or the sounds of someone moving around downstairs. It wasn't until someone was on the stairs that he heard them.

Jumping off of where he had been frantically rubbing against Stiles, he had just enough time to grab a shirt, but not put it on before the Sheriff opened the door.

"Stiles why is the mus..."

"Dad! Privacy!"

The Sheriff pulled the door shut quickly and stood staring at the door. He heard muffled voices and then Stiles opened the door and blew past him toward the kitchen, the Sheriff heard him mumble something about "gonna do this, gonna need ice cream." Derek wasn't in the room.


Sheriff Stilinski had been concerned for his son ever sense his mother had died, and his concern had grown over the past year as grades slipped, he began getting in more trouble, and seemed to spend a lot of time around Derek, a man the Sheriff first knew as a murder suspect. He'd been concerned with the boy obsession with Lydia, but never really given much thought to the boy's love life, or lack of one. Well, catching his son with another man might have explained that.

The Sheriff followed his son downstairs and saw him sitting at the table eating out of a large container of Ice Cream. He grabbed a spoon and joined his son.

"So no healthy food tonight?" the Sheriff asked, a small grin playing across his lips.

"I think we can make an exception this one time, but don't get used to it."

"Ok, I can live with that." The two Stilinski's sat in silence for a few minutes eating. The Sheriff watching his son, Stiles keeping his eyes fixed on the table. The Sheriff was just about to ask what was going on when Stiles' broke.

"So I have a werewolf for a boyfriend," he blurted out, eyes never leaving the ice cream.

"Ummm, excuse me?" The Sheriff had caught the boyfriend part and processed that quickly, but had no idea what his son meant by a werewolf. He wasn't exactly current on gay slang, hell he didn't know if there was gay slang, but werewolf just sounded bad.

"Derek is a werewolf and is my boyfriend," Stiles finally met his father's eyes.

"Ah son, I understand the boyfriend part. But what do you mean by werewolf?"

"Wait you understand the boyfriend part?"

"Stiles, it isn't like you've had a lot of girlfriends."

"So that makes me gay? Maybe I was just a late bloomer"

"Right, a late bloomer with a boyfriend."

"Touché..." Stiles said, his dad didn't normally get the best of him in a battle of words, but at times he impressed Stiles. "So the boyfriend thing isn't an issue?"

"Well the fact its Derek is not exactly okay, but the fact you have a boyfriend isn't an issue," the Sheriff stood up and moved around the table to kneel down next to his son. "You are my son, my family. I will love you no matter what you are or who you choose to be with. Got it?" He wrapped his arms around his son, and held me in a tight hug.

Stiles swallowed and nodded into his dad's shoulder, "Thanks Dad."

The Sheriff let his son go, grabbed the now empty ice cream container and went to throw it away. "Ok, now can you explain what you were talking about before? What did you mean Derek is a werewolf."

"Oh, ummm, you should probably sit down. This is gonna take a while."

Three hours, a visit from Scott, a call to the Argents, and two glasses of Bourbon later and Stiles had told his father everything about the last year of supernatural drama. At first his father had dismissed it as Stiles' imagination being overused, then asked if he was taking something, then told him he was canceling his WOW subscription ("That's not fair! If I can fight these things in real life, I should be able to do it online!"), and then finally agreed to let Scott come over to prove what his son was saying. That's when the first glass of Bourbon had appeared.

After accepting that Scott was indeed a werewolf, which took Scott changing back and forth a few times, the Sheriff had asked for the details. Scott let Stiles tell most of it, only filling a few details here and there and twice making Stiles get back on topic when he went off on tangents. The second glass of Bourbon had appeared when Stiles had gotten to the information about the Kanima killings, and how Jackson Whitmore, son of one of the wealthiest and most well respected families in town had actually murdered at least 5 people and put numerous others in the hospital.

Once they were done the Sheriff sat in silence for a few minutes before pulling out his phone and calling Chris Argent both to yell at the man and to get someone older than 17's opinion on all of it. Stiles and Scott listened as the Sheriff grilled Allison's father for half an hour before agreeing to meet him the next day to talk more.

"Okay, so Scott, thank you for coming over. Now I need to speak with my son alone for a while." Scott had never been asked to leave the Stilinski house before, it was his second home. But after glancing at Stiles, he got out of there as fast as he could.

"Stiles, why didn't you tell me all this before?"

Stiles opened his mouth to talk but closed it again, finally after a few moments he said, "I wanted to so many times, but it wasn't really my place. I mean it had affected you so much and I didn't want to drag you into it more than you already were. And I knew that if you knew, it would put you in danger, and I couldn't lose you like that…not like mom"

"But you'd risk me losing you?" His voice was soft, but strong. He was grateful his was telling him the truth, finally sharing the secret he had been keeping form the Sheriff for months, but this was a big deal. "Stiles if something had happened to you, if any of these…these things…had hurt you, I don't know what I would have done. We're a family, we don't lie to each other, you understand."

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry. But you have to understand I thought I was doing the right thing."

"I do son, but sometimes the right thing is to admit you don't have any idea what's going on."

"Well, that's easy, because I pretty much never know what's going on with the pack."

"How does that work by the way? The pack thing? I mean you and some of the others aren't wolves, how are you in a wolfpack?"

"Yeah, apparently that's not that unusual. Most packs are made up of families, like the Hales, who have lycanthropy in their blood. Not everyone is a wolf, but a lot are. A pack is basically just another word for family. It's kinda like Scott and his mom and us, they are our family even if we aren't related."

"Then you probably wouldn't listen to me if I told you to stop being involved in all this?"

"You can't dad, even if I wanted to leave, which I don't, I couldn't. I have a responsibility to them." Stiles' knew that his dad would bring this up and had prepared for it. He was planning on telling his dad anyway after the talk he and Derek had but he hadn't planned on it starting with his dad walking in on him and Derek as they rolled around half dressed. "That would be like asking me to walk away from Scott or from you! They're my friends, my people. You don't give up on the people in your life. Why do you think I try and make you eat healthy?"

"Because you hate me and want to inherit my money when you kill me from vegetable overdose?"

"First off, that's not a thing. Second off, you're a Sheriff, you don't have any money. And thirdly, vegetable are good for you."

"No they are healthy, they are still not 'good' for me. Donuts, steak, and French Fries are 'good' for me"

"Your diet isn't up for discussion. Neither is the pack."

"Fine, as long as you make sure I know what's going on. No more hiding murders from me ok? It makes me look bad."

"Fine, but Derek will probably try and get information from you if he needs it."

"We'll talk about that later. Now we talk about Derek…well you and Derek."

"Um, we really don't have to."

"Yes we do, now are y'all being safe?"

"Safe! Dad, we aren't having sex. We just started dating like three days ago."

"Well, that's good to know…I think…well, be safe."

"Dad, I took Sex Ed, can we please not have this discussion?"

"Fine, I won't lecture you. But we do need to talk about the fact he is older than you. Like 5 years older than you. That's a lot."

"Dad, I'm 16, I'll be 17 soon and he just turned 21. Yeah he is older, but it's Derek. You know him, he isn't some gray creep in his forties…not that being in their forties with a little gray in his hair is bad, you pull it off well, but not really my thing. Actually, I'm not sure if I have a type, other than Derek."

"Stiles! I didn't need to know any of that. Look, I'll be ok with this under three conditions. And by this I mean the werewolves and you with Derek. First: No more lying to me. Tell me the truth and let me help. That goes for you and Derek as much as the wolf stuff. Got it?"

"Okay, but what if it's something secret, or something you won't let me do but I need to do, or something involving sex…"

"Stiles! Be honest, but you don't have to tell me everything. You're a smart kid, figure it out," the Bourbon was kicking in and the Sheriff was ready for bed and not for his son to continue to run his mouth. "Secondly: you and I are going to eat together every Sunday, like a normal family. Derek and any of your friends are invited but we need to spend more time together, maybe if we had you would have trusted me with this before. Agreed?"

"I can agree to that if you agree to eat what I make."

"I'll try," Mr. Stilinski said with a sigh. "Lastly, you need to get Scott to tell his mom."

"WHAT! Why should…why would…WHAT!"

"You were right, she is family and I won't lie to her. So I don't tell if you tell her, Scott does, or you make me, but she is finding out."

"But…" the Sheriff cut his son off.

"Not up for discussion Stiles. Now, I have a headache and you are tiring on a normal day so I am going to bed. Figure it out."

With that, Stiles was left sitting at the dining room table mouth hanging open and mind blank.