This is a rather short chapter, so I'm going to post two. No Beta. Mistakes ahead. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

The pale blue Jeep pulled to a halt outside the sheriff's office. Stiles glanced up into the rear view mirror to be sure the silver Camaro was behind him. He wasn't doing this alone, he wasn't an idiot. He turned his head to look at Lydia, who'd insisted on going with him, not wanting to be trapped between Jackson and Peter any longer. She smiled at him encouragingly, glancing over her shoulder to Erica in the backseat. A knock on the Jeep window almost had Stiles jumping out of his skin. His head snapping around so fast he was sure he had whiplash. He shot the man on the other side of the glass a death glare, winding it down.

"So what's the plan?" Peter demanded the moment the window was open.

"Well, you guys are going to march in there and demand to know what they've done with Derek and Scott." Stiles explained confidently.

"Excuse me?" Jackson snorted. "We're going in there? Like hell. You go. Your dad's the Sheriff."

"Which is exactly why I can't go. He'll start asking question. What am I meant to say? I'm searching for your deputy who just happens to be a werewolf and has kidnapped my...Best friend and his worst enemy? Sure, that'll work. Besides, in case you've forgotten, I'm a human, not a werewolf. The guy will eat me alive."

"He'll eat us all alive." Boyd commented from the opposite window.

"You're all alpha mate now. It's your place to suck it up and step up to the plate." Peter sniggered with a cocky smirk. Leaning against the rusty jeep, his arms crossed over his chest.

Stiles glared at the older wolf. "I'm no one's mate. Don't call me that!" he flushed.

Peter held up both hands in surrender. "Forgive me. I didn't realise it was just casual sex."

"There's no sex!" Stiles snapped angrily. Why was everyone suddenly so damn interested in his and Derek's non-descript relationship. Lydia and Erica had already not so casually interrogated him on the way. He'd ignored them for the most part, and what he couldn't ignore he simply shrugged off with a grunted single word answer. He just didn't understand why everyone suddenly wanted to know everything about his life, when not a week ago he could have been hit by a truck and no one would have batted an eyelid. Now suddenly he was the centre of attention, and for once he wasn't liking it.

There was a tense silence as everyone shifted under its weight of Stiles outburst.

"So…" Lydia sighed. "Who's going in?"

"Stiles." the pack replied in unison.

Looking around at them, the teenager rolled his eyes and shoved open his car door, not caring that it hit Peter in the side. "Great big fierce werewolves you lot aren't. Send in the defenceless human to face the big bad Alpha." he huffed, staring at the red brick building.

He looked at the group for one last long moment before taking a deep calming breath and marching off. Pulling open the door he took a cautious step inside. He hadn't been back there since Jackson's Kanama rampage. Just being there now sent a chill through him as the memories flooded into his mind. The deaths of at least six of his fathers deputies. His almost deaths. Then Derek was there, at the forefront of his mind, he hadn't been able to feel his body against him, but he remembered the look on Derek's face, the intense discomfort. At the time he'd seen it as anger and frustration, now he thought maybe it was more than that. Derek had said he'd liked him for a while, so maybe that discomfort was about being so close to Stiles. A shiver shook the teenager's body and he swallowed hard at the revelation, unable to keep the cocky smirk off his face.

"Stiles?"

His head snapped up to stare at the curious officer. "Oh…yeah, hey…um…is…"

"Your dad's in his office." the man nodded towards the back, returning his full attention to his work.

"Right. Thanks." he took a few steps towards the back of the building and paused, glancing back at the front desk nervously.

"You okay?" the man asked turning to stare at Stiles.

He forced a bright grin. "Fine. Just going to find my dad." he nodded pointing towards the office. He had no intention of going anywhere near his father.

Stiles walked slowly through the station, trying to be aware of possible attack, like some kind of ninja. He'd been surprised last time, that wasn't happening again. No this time he was ready, unarmed and alone, but totally ready to have his throat ripped out. This time it wouldn't be a surprised.

"Stiles?"

He was ashamed to admit he yelped like a girl at the sound of a man's voice behind him. He spun to see his dad staring at him from his office doorway. He swallowed his pounding heart. "Dad. Hey….what you doing here?"

The Sheriff raised a brow. "Working." he answered causally, leaning against the doorframe with folded arms. "You?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just though I'd stop by. Say hello."

The father and son watched each other.

"Hello." Stiles said with a childish wave of his hand.

"Stiles is something wrong?" the Sheriff asked with a worried look.

"Wrong? No. Nothings wrong. What could be wrong?" he huffed a nervous laugh.

"You're rambling. What have you done?" the older man frowned.

"Done. What make you think I've done something?" Stiles replied with an innocent and hurt look in his warm brown eyes.

"Oh, because you're my son, and I know you and frankly with everything that's been going on…." he gave his son a knowing look.

"Right. Actually about that." Stiles swallowed, flushing scarlet. "The Derek thing. I guess we should…."

"Hello Stiles."

The teenager spun around to come face to face with the Alpha he'd come in search of. The man looked down at him with a wholly innocent smile on his face.

"How are you?"

Stiles stood staring up at him and his smug smile, his heart racing. Worry, fear and anger all battling for control. He hated that grin, so friendly, so innocent, so totally a lie. He didn't know what possessed him, if he was honest. He was a self confessed smart ass, he didn't fight, he mouthed off. Yet some how he found himself throwing all his weigh at the werewolf, forcing him back against the wall. Somewhere in his head he knew the man had let him, that was obvious, but the adrenaline was racing so fast through his body he felt like Batman, Superman and the Incredible Hulk all at once. He heard his dad yelling at him but didn't pay any attention. "Where are they?" Stiles demanded; his brown eyes burning into the older mans. "What have you done to them?"

Then he was being pulled away. His dad yelling at him. Demanding to know what the hell had gotten into him. But Stiles wasn't really listening, his attention and anger still locked on the Alpha. "Just tell me where they are? Where's Derek!" he practically pleaded.

"Derek?" his father gasped, shaking his head and looking between the pair with confusion. "What the hell is going on?" he snapped with frustration.

Doug just stared at Stiles, watching every micro expression that crossed the boys face. The fear, shock, anger. He hadn't expected Stiles to be the one to come in search of the alpha. Hadn't really believe what Tom and Rosa had said. He guessed he'd kind of agreed with Luke that the pair were just being overly sensitive. From what he'd seen and heard about Stiles Stilinski, a relationship with Derek Hale seemed impossible. - And even if Tom and Rosa were right, he'd never expected the boy to have the balls to face off against him and the pack. Doug groaned to himself as he realised he'd lost the bet. Despite everything though Doug's main focus at that moment was one thing. Exposure. He couldn't risk the sheriff discovering the truth, even if he'd come to the conclusion the man could be trusted. At least after he had all the facts. Taking a breath he straightened up and sent the teenager a concerned look. "I don't know where you friend is, but I'm sure he'll turned up. Eventually."

Stiles glared. "Yeah, in two halves in the middle of nowhere!"

"Stiles!" the Sheriff snapped; pushing his son towards his office, slamming the door closed behind him.

"Alright. What the hell is going on?"

Stiles stared silently at his father. Wishing, not for the first time, that he could tell him the truth, but knowing he couldn't. He's never believe it for one and he'd end up back with the school councillor.

"I'm waiting.

"It's…." Stiles swallowed his pounding heart, fighting the urge to just tell him everything and damn the consequences. If it meant getting Derek and Scott back. But somewhere inside he knew he couldn't do that. As much as he trusted his dad, his dad didn't trust Derek, especially now. He could already see him heading the pitch-fork parade.

"Listen, if the guy's split…." His dad said cautiously, a dangerous tilt to his tone. "It might be…..I'm sorry but maybe…." he ran a hand through his hair. "…for the best. - This is why it's illegal son. Men…like him take advantage of…."

"Ohmygod!" Stiles yelled, throwing his hands over his ears. "This isn't…It's not like that. It's not just Derek…."

The Sheriff frowned. "What?"

"I mean…" Stiles trailed off. He couldn't tell him about Scott being missing too. So instead he shook his head and turned to leave. "It doesn't matter. I've got to go. People waiting for me."

"Stiles." his father called. "Oh no you don't. You're going to tell me what's going on? What do you mean he's not the only one." he insisted with a tight voice.

"Trust me dad, you really don't want to know."

"Yes I…"

"And you wouldn't believe me if I told you. So….I'm going. Sorry about….everything." He was out the door before his dad could stop him, rushing out of the building and over to the pack.

"Well?" They all said expectantly

Stiles shook his head and kicked the tires, grunting frustratingly.

"Stiles." hissed Lydia.

The teenager glanced up at the strawberry blonde who nodded behind him. Turning Stiles frowned as Doug strolled towards him.

Doug glanced at the pack members, who all instantly closed ranks around Stiles and Lydia, glaring at him with glowing eyes. The man smirked, not returning the look. Instead he kept his soft green eyes fixed on the Stiles. There was a tense moment before the teenager spoke.

"What do you want?"

"You'll be contacted. Go back to the pack house and wait."

"Wait?" Stiles snapped. "I can't just wait!"

Dough shrugged nonchalantly. "You'll have to if you want your alpha and pack member back." With that he turned and headed back into the station, leaving behind him a group of confused werewolves and pack mates.

A/N: Not sure this chapter was up to standard. If not. Sorry. I'll try and make it up to you with the next one. Thanks as always for the wonderful feedback. Hope you keep it coming. Love ya all.