Class Interruption

Boring. Why is class so boring? Stiles started to tap his pencil on the desk in sync with his bouncing leg. A few students were starting to get annoyed, looking in his direction, and the teacher was beginning to tense as she wrote on the board. These were all the signs of Stiles getting into trouble. He was extra antsy today and everyone seemed on edge. So Scott leaned over, "Stiles, bro, calm down."

Stiles jumped a little at his friend's whisper. He looked over at Scott and then at the rest of the classroom. He sometimes forgot how annoying he could be around everyone else when he spent the entire summer with Scott. "Sorry." He mumbled and tried to slide down back in his seat.

The relaxed stance only lasted a few minutes before he was fidgeting again and Scott was leaning over yet another time. "Dude, did you take your medication?" He kept his voice low, hoping no one would hear and he wouldn't embarrass Stiles. Stiles just nodded at him and tried to find a new position for less movement. "Stiles…"

Before anyone else could say anything the door opened interrupting the whole class, but not Stiles' jumping knee. "Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I need to take Mr. Stilinski to the office with me." The school principle came into the classroom, looking at Stiles and then at the teacher.

Stiles instantly sat up straight in his seat. "What? I didn't even do anything today!" He obviously thought he was in trouble. "I just tapped my pencil." He ignored the few chuckles that spread through the classroom.

The school principal stepped further into the room along with the school counselor. Wait, why is the school counselor with him? "Stiles, you're not in trouble." The school counselor used a soft and calm voice. "Just gather your things and come with us please." Her expression was unreadable and it unnerved Stiles. He didn't like where this situation was heading.

Desperately, Stiles looked over at Scott who had a confused and worried look on his face. "Um, yeah, okay." Stiles started to get his stuff together. "Scott…" He whispered over to his friend. "I don't think I want to go." Stiles' mind began to think of all the terrible things that could have happened and could feel the panic begin to wash over him.

Sensing his friend was stuck in his seat, Scott spoke up. "It will be okay. Just text me as soon as you can." Scott gave his friend a pat on the shoulder, forcing the panic to slow down.

The school counselor took a step forward. "Actually, Scott, you should come too." She knew all about the friendship between the boys and knew it could help keep Stiles calm and collected. She knew Scott could handle Stiles when no one else could.

Both heads snapped up and turned to the counselor. Crap! This is either really serious or they are in big time trouble. "Sure." Scott gathered his things as well and the two left the class together, full of anxiety. He had to pulled on Stiles a little but Scott managed to get them to the hallway.

As soon as they were in the hallway Stiles just couldn't take it anymore. "What's going on? What happened? I don't think we've done anything lately. I really don't remember setting any pranks or anything. Like, I'm sure we could talk about this after class or…"

"Stiles, you aren't in any trouble. It's your father." The principle said it with a stern voice as he ignored the look of shock, pain, worry, and just pure panic that came over Stiles and just kept walking.

But Stiles couldn't keep walking. His legs seemed to dysfunction. His dad, there was something wrong with his dad. Oh God, I can't lose both my parents. Not both of them. No, no, he has to be okay. He can't be dead. He can't be… His chest began to tighten, his breathing became difficult, and his knees started to give way. His worst nightmare had become reality. He couldn't move other than to shake.

A warm hand on his shoulder pulled Stiles away from his thoughts and his panic. "It will be okay Stiles. We don't know what happened. Come on." Scott gave Stiles' shoulder a little push as he took on some of Stiles' weight sensing the boy couldn't walk on his own and they were moving again. "Who knows, maybe he just locked himself out of the house again and he needs your key?" They both knew that wasn't the case but it was enough to get Stiles' legs to move properly without his knees shaking as if they might give out at any second. "It will be okay." Scott just kept using that undying, endless supply of hope he always seemed to have. "I'm right here." His words kept the panic at bay.

When they got to the office there was one of the deputies Stiles new standing in the office with a grim look on his face. "Stiles." He turned and straightened up as soon as the boys walked in. "Stiles, your dad is at the hospital. I'm going to drive you there. Oh," The man in uniform noticed the boy standing next to Stiles. "Hey Scott, are you coming with us?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, school is no fun without Stiles anyways." He smiled and the three of them left without another word. It frustrated Stiles that no one was telling him what happened to his dad. He just wanted to know what happened. The whole ride there his knee bounced uncontrollably and he had to bite his nails just to keep from spewing words.

When they arrived, Melissa was there waiting for them. "Hey, Stiles, your dad is with the doctor right now." She gave the kid a hug, seeing he was upset.

Stiles felt like he was vibrating. "What's wrong with him?" He could feel the panic starting to boil back up. He needed to see his dad before he had a panic attack. He needed to know what happened.

Melissa pulled back away from the boy. "No one told you?" The boy shook his head in answer. "He was in a car accident. They think he has some broken ribs, a concussion, and will need some stitches but he's okay. For a second they were worried about internal bleeding but the scans came back clean. He's okay Stiles." She gave a comforting smile.

Stiles nodded, trying to keep himself together. "What caused the accident?" He could feel his chest tighten as his breathing started to speed up. His limps were feeling heavier and heavier.

The deputy standing behind them put his hand on Stiles' shoulder. "Don't worry about that, Stiles. Everything will be taken care of. Just focus on your father right now."

"That's what I'm trying to do." Stiles shrugged away from the deputy's hand. "What happened? Was it a normal car accident? Was it a car chase? He was hurt on the job and you came to pick me up from school. There's something more to it. What happened?" Stiles tried to ignore the way he was jumping out of his skin. He wished he could turn his jumpiness off. He wished his mind would stop running a mile a second. He just wanted it to stop so he could focus on his dad. It only added to the panic.

The deputy cleared his throat. "Look, your dad doesn't want you involved in this. He's afraid if you know too much you'll get yourself into trouble. And honestly, knowing your past, I have to agree with him. So just don't worry about it, kid. Just sit here and be there for your dad. He'll be glad to see you." The officer gave some cheesy smile and patted Stiles on the shoulder.

With that the panic was back with vengeances. Stiles took a step back. He needed to know what happened. He needed some kind of control. If he had that control then maybe…but no one understood that. No they just thought he was some stupid kid who couldn't handle it. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't. Dang it Stiles, you can't have a panic attack now! Your dad needs you. His negative thoughts only made the panic worse.

Before anyone could notice or say anything else Scott, who had almost been forgotten, took a step forward. He wrapped an arm around Stiles' shoulders. "We aren't seven anymore. I think we can handle a little bit of information. Stiles deserves to know what happened to his dad." His voice was stern, so unlike the happy go lucky Scott most people knew. "So tell us what happened while we wait for the doctors to let us see the sheriff. Or we will use a particular set of skills we have acquired over the years to figure it out ourselves." Everyone just kind of stared at the boy.

Almost immediately the panic vanished. Stiles looked at Scott and smiled. He had said everything Stiles needed to say. It was like they were telepathic. "What he said." Stiles stood a little straighter but still a little shaky.

"Just go sit in the waiting room." The officer ran a hand over his face before walking away with Nurse McCall.

Before the panic could force itself back on Stiles he turned to his friend. "Were you serious about figuring it out for ourselves?" His eyes were full of hope and desperation. He needed this more than anyone could know, okay well Scott knows.

Which is why Scott smiled and nodded. "Yeah, come on, you can use the nurse's computer to hack into the police database right?" Scott looked hopefully at his friend, he wanted to help but he didn't want to chance leaving the hospital. Stiles nodded a response and the two took off.

Half an hour later they had read the incident report on the whole thing. The sheriff had arrested a guy's brother for drugs. Apparently it was a family business and now the sheriff has been threatened. One of the men who work for the brother ran the sheriff off the road as a warning. But they made it clear that if they didn't release the other brother, there would be fatal consequences.

It helped to have the truth but Stiles couldn't stop looking at the picture of warning slashed into the side of his dad's car. "I knew this was always a possibility. People have threatened him before, you know. But I never took them seriously. He never took them seriously. My dad always said it was part of the job and I shouldn't worry about it. But this…they really hurt him Scott. What if they try it again and something worse…What if he…" Stiles couldn't say it. He couldn't vocalize his worse fear. I can't lose him too. "Maybe we…"

"No, Stiles, I know where you're going with this and no. We are going to leave it to the police for this one. Like I said earlier, we aren't little kids anymore. Let's just go see how your dad is doing. Maybe they are all done stitching him up and we can see him." Scott put and hand in his friend's shoulder and waited for him to exit out of everything before they walked down the hallway together.

When they entered the hospital room the nurse was putting back the blanket, obviously just finishing the last bandage. Stiles couldn't believe how broken his dad looked. He was so used to seeing him as superman, the indestructible cop. But now he was lying in a hospital bed looking slightly pale with stitches and bandages. "Hey kiddo." He smiled but Stiles knew the truth.

Unable to hold it in, forever the blabber mouth, Stiles just went for it. "So someone threatened your life?" Stiles went over to the bed and started to pick at the blanket lying over his dad.

"Stiles…"

"I thought you said they were never serious. I thought you said that you could take care of yourself. I was okay with the Santa lie but this is just…" Stiles looked up at his dad. "I can't lose you too Dad." He let his dad pull him into a hug.

The sheriff ran his hand through his kid's hair. "Come on Stiles, you use your unrelenting sarcasm in every situation. Use it here." He smiled as he pulled away. "Never let them know they've gotten to you. Once fear of them controls you that is when they win. So let me hear some joke or something about these idiots, Stiles."

Stiles smiled and sat on the side of the bed and motioned for Scott to sit in the chair by the bed. The three sat in silence for a while before Stiles smiled. "So when is Brother's Grimm going to attack again? Should I put a line of tires around your car to act as bumpers? Oh or maybe Scott and I can create a great homemade security system. I mean, I have learned a few things in physics…"

"Jesus Stiles…" There sheriff ran a hand over his face as Stiles and Scott began to run through different at-home defenses they could make. Maybe it was the painkillers he was on but the sheriff just couldn't bring himself to care or worry, so he laughed at the boys.

/This was requested but I felt like after that episode of season 5 Stiles has dealt with people threatening his father before because of how he handled it. So yeah, I hope you enjoyed. Also, I won't be around much internet until Thursday and I'll be pretty busy until then with moving and everything so the next update might be a day or two late. But keep sending requests please :) And thank you for all of the compliments I have gotten on this story, they mean the world to me! Anywho, thank you so much for reading, review pretty please, and have a fantastic day!