This is just unacceptable,that I haven't updated in a long while for this story. I've hit a big wall. Backed up on request and trying to make them work. And I've got Camera Arguments on the brain, I've already got the next two chapters for that story written out.

So anyways, this installment, I went one way with it. But then as I was sitting and trying to finish it, I was hit with another idea. I had Existinalism on Prom Night playing in the Background and something came to me. I also had a little help from CarganFever who inadvertently suggested something.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the characters. This is merely from my brain and it does not reflect the real actions of said characters.

Authors Note: I changed the rating just to cover myself. Hopefully you'll see why.

Summary: The Sheriff-John- takes Emerson away for a bit.

Derek let out a frustrated growl as Emerson burst into the study, "Daddy!" he yelled out, "come play."

The lycan turned to his son, "Emerson, what did I tell you, Daddy is busy."

"Later?"

Derek sighed, "Maybe later okay."

Emerson nodded and bounded over to Stiles who was seated at the other desk that was situated on the other side of the room. Stiles knew that Emerson was standing by him. Refusing to look up from his paper work, he acknowledged his son simply saying, "Not now Em, Papa is also busy."

Emerson huffed, "But Papa."

"Emerson, not now, now go and play, please," Stiles ordered

The little boy let out a frustrated sigh but trudged out of the room. There was a loud crashing sound and Derek cringed, he could feel it before it happened but Emerson let out a frustrated, wail.

Stiles threw his pencil across the room and turned around from his position at his desk, "I think we need to call the cavalry."

John Stilinski pulled into the Stilinski-Hale house driveway. He placed his car park, stepped out of his cruiser and approached the door. His hand reached up to knock but he stopped himself, his ears straining to hear what was going inside the house. "Emerson!" Stiles yelled, "be careful and don't run!"

"I will Papa!" Emerson hollered back.

There was a loud crash followed by Derek screaming, "Emerson John, what did Stiles just say!"

John rang the bell to the house and knocked a couple of times. He could hear footsteps bounding the stairs. The door was thrown open and he was met with a flustered Stiles, "Hey Son," John said with a smile.

Stiles let out a sigh of relief, "Hey dad"

The Sheriff laughed, "That bad huh?"

The brunette let out a groan as he let his dad in, "Emerson's just out of sorts today, he won't keep still. Derek's working on a case and I'm just knee deep in evidence that isn't working, not to mention we're both stressed."

"Ah, so I take that's why you called wanting me to take him away for a bit."

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, can you dad, just for tonight?"

"Yes!" Derek yelled from upstairs, "Please! Please take him away."

John laughed, "Of course I'll take Emerson off your hands, besides it's been a while since he's stayed over and I'm sure you guys would like some alone time," the Sheriff said with a smile.

Derek appeared at the top of the stairs, leaning over the banister said with a grin, "In fact take him for a week."

Stiles looked up at Derek, "Der!"

"I was just kidding," the lycan said sticking his tongue out down at his mate

John laughed, "A week is pushing it Derek, but I can take him for tonight."

"Thanks Dad," Stiles said with relief, "We appreciate it."

The Sheriff nodded, he turned his attention towards the stairs, "Hey Emerson!" he hollered.

There was a loud squeal and footsteps could be heard as Emerson emerged from his bedroom and came running down the stairs and into the Sheriff's arms. "Grandpa John!" the boy squealed.

John smiled, "Hey, how's my Grandson doing?"

Emerson grinned, "Good."

John raised an eye brow, "Good, huh, you listening to Papa and Dad?"

The little boy nodded, "Mhmm."

Stiles rolled his eyes causing the Sheriff to laugh, "I'm sure you are."

Emerson grinned, "I playing Grandpa."

"Want to come over to my house?"

The four year old's eyes widened, "Yea!"

"You want to spend the night too? We can watch movies and play games?"

Emerson nodded, "Yeah! Yeah!" he said with glee squirming in John's arms, he then turned to Stiles, "Papa, I go over to Grandpa's, please!"

Stiles pretended to think for a moment, "Well I don't know."

"Please Papa," Emerson whined

The brunette smiled, "Alright, you can."

"YES!" Emerson yelled out in victory.

Stiles was leaning over the driver's window finishing up his conversation with his dad. The Sheriff was reassuring his son that Emerson would be fine and that he would be fine. Stiles just nodded and looked to Derek who was buckling Emerson up in the back seat, they lycan telling the little boy to behave. "Stiles, I know you need a break, I can tell just by looking at you."

Stiles just nodded again. The Sheriff smirked-knowing full well Derek could hear him-whispered, "Besides, I'm sure it's been a while since you and Derek have done anything intimate."

Stiles blushed at this comment and Derek hit his head on the ceiling of the car. John laughed and turned to look back at the lycan, "He has to go home tomorrow though Derek, so no funny business."

The lycan just grinned, "I know, we have a pack thing tomorrow, so we'll pick him up."

John nodded than turned towards Stiles, "I'll see you tomorrow son?"

Stiles just nodded, "Yes, thanks again dad."

"No problem."

Derek placed a kiss on Emerson's cheek, "Alright little man, I'll see you later, you listen to Grandpa John okay."

Emerson nodded, "Okay Daddy, I will."

Stiles came around to the back and gave his son a kiss goodbye, "Bye Emerson."

Emerson reached out hugging the brunette, "Bye Papa, I love you."

"I love you too, I'll see you later."

The pair watched as the cruiser pulled out of the driveway and down the neighborhood road. They waited a bit till the car was out of site. Derek then turned to his mate, eye brows raised, "What now?"

Stiles breathed, "Think you can wait a few hours to work on your case?"

"Hell yeah I can," Derek answered.

Derek let out a growl as he lightly shoved Stiles into their bedroom. Both men locked in a heated kiss. The bedroom door slammed shut behind them but didn't interrupt the moment. Derek broke away from the kiss for a moment when he felt Stiles tug at his shirt. He lifted his arms up allowing the brunette to pull it off. The lycan then slipped Stiles shirt off, hands gripping at the brunette's waist as he brought Stiles into another heated kiss. He maneuvered them towards the. "Stiles," Derek growled out.

Stiles pulled back a bit, "Hmm?"

The lycan hooked his fingers between the belt loops of Stiles' pants. He nipped at Stiles' lips, pulling at it with his teeth. He then pulled back, trailing a kiss to his mate's ear. He breathed heavily before he whispered, "Take your pants off for me baby," he whispered.

Stiles numbly nodded, hands reaching down to unlatch his belt, button undone, zipper loud in Derek's ears, the brunette slipped out of his pants and boxers in one swoop. Derek's eyes flashed red a bit, a growl ripping through his chest, "Mine," he growled out.

"Yeah," Stiles breathed as he shoved Derek down to the bed, "yours."

Derek flipped them over so he was on top. He began trailing a kiss from Stiles' lips, down the younger man's jaw, lips stopping at his mate's collar bone. He bit down, softly tugging at the skin, "Der," Stiles moaned out hips lifting off of the bed his bare erection meeting Derek's clothed one.

Derek breathed harshly, "Fuck Sty," he moaned when Stiles lifted his hips again.

Stiles let out a whine hands pulling at Derek's jeans, "Clothes off."

The Alpha groaned but nodded as he pulled back a bit to shove his pants off. Once they were off he resumed his position on top of his mate. "I love you," he breathed happily

Stiles nodded in agreement, "Love you too," he murmured pulling a hand grasping Derek's hair pulling him into a heated kiss.

It was a loud ring that woke Stiles up. The brunette let out a loud groan, head burying into the pillow when the ringing continued. It stopped but picked up again several moments later. Stiles let out a frustrated growl. He tried to sit up to answer it but realized he couldn't move. Derek was lying on top of Stiles, chest against the brunette's back, arms wound tightly around his waist. "Derek," Stiles said, voice laced with sleep, "get the damn phone."

Derek whined, burying his face into the back of Stiles' beck, "Let it ring."

"It might be someone important," Stiles mumbled.

Derek let out a growl, "Well whoever it better hope it's important or I'm going to rip their throat out with my teeth."

Stiles chuckled, "That's not so threatening anymore."

The Alpha leaned up, breathe ghosting over Stiles' ear, "You'll pay for saying that statement," he growled out as he reached over for the phone. His thumb pressed over the answer button and he placed the phone to Stiles' ear.

"Stiles!" the person on the other line said.

The brunette groaned, "Scott, this better be important."

The Alpha grinned, teeth nipping at the back of Stile's beck. The younger man bit back a moan, "Scott, talk now!" the brunette rushed out.

"I was just calling to ask what time the pack thing is tomorrow?"

Derek smiled, his free hand trailed down Stiles' side, going around and resting on Stiles' stomach, just lingering there and Stiles bit at his lip, "It's at," he took in a shaky breathe.

"Stiles?" Scott asked, "you okay?"

Stiles nodded, which was pointless, "Mhmm yeah," he mumbled.

Derek shifted his position, putting his whole weight on top of Stiles, draped across his mate's back, he grinded his hips into Stiles bare ass. Stiles bit at his lip, "It's at noon, at Jackson's," the brunette rushed out.

"Thanks Stiles," Scott said.

"Yeah okay, bye Scott!" Stiles yelled as he hung up the phone before his friend could answer he then tossed the phone onto the floor.

The Alpha leaned down, biting at Stiles' ear. The brunette turned his head kissing the lycan on the lips, "You're evil," he growled.

Derek grinned into the kiss, "I told you," he mumbled pulling back slightly, "you'd pay for that."

It was closing in to about noon when Derek and Stiles found themselves in the Sheriff's driveway. Derek threw the car into park and followed his mate up the driveway. The two stood for a moment, waiting for the door to open. Emerson grinned and let out a happy yell when he managed to get the door opened, "Papa! Daddy!" he yelled out, "I missed you!"

Stiles smiled and immediately brought his son into his arms hugging him tight," "Hey little man, Papa missed you too."

Emerson squirmed out of Stiles arms and into Derek's hugging the lycan, "Hey," the Alpha said with a smile, "I missed you."

"Me too but but me and Grandpa, we did lots of things," Emerson said with a grin

Derek turned to John, "Thanks again for taking him."

The Sheriff nodded, "No problem."

Stiles pulled his dad into an embrace, "Thanks dad."

"You're welcome son."

Derek placed Emerson on the ground, "Alright Emerson, say bye to Grandpa John we have to head over to your Uncle Jackson's house."

Emerson nodded, "Okay."

The little boy jumped into the Sheriff's arms hugging him tight. "Bye Grandpa John thanks."

John smiled, "No problem Em, you be good now okay?"

"Okay."

"Alright, I'll see you later."

Emerson nodded and ran over to Stiles jumping into his papa's arms. "See you dad," Stiles said giving him one last hug.

"I'll see you later son."

Derek walked over and giving the Sheriff a hug, "Thanks again," he breathed, "I really appreciate it."

The Sheriff nodded, "No problem, I'll see you later too okay?"

Derek nodded, "Mhm," he pulled back and began to follow Stiles out the door, "Later dad" he called out.

Emerson waved at his Grandfather, "Bye Grandpa!" he yelled out.

John waved back, "Buy guys!"

Emerson turned to his dad once they reached the car, "Hey Papa?"

"Hmmm?"

"What you and daddy do?"

"Work," Stiles answered.

The little boy pulled at Stiles' shirt, "You get work done?"

"A little bit," Stiles answered as he buckled the boy into the booster seat.

Derek who was already seated in the front seat grinned, "It depends on how you define work."

Stiles laughed as he closed the door shut. Derek could see the brunette trying to compose himself through the passenger window. Emerson looked outside then to Derek in the driver's seat, "Why Papa laughing?"

Thoughts? Yes? No? Review? Please?

Five Points if you can guess where I came up with the name for Derek and Stiles' son.