Previously:

"You better not." A dark gleam appeared in the Sheriff's eye. "Because I know where Chris Argent is and I can easily obtain wolfsbane from the next-next-door neighbors garden." Derek hummed a little, finally pleased to know why he has to go the long way around to Stiles's house when the grass is cut at that house.

"Yes sir." Derek looked down, something used to know submission within a pack.

"Hey head up, time for dessert." John simply stated with a grin.

The rest of the time went fairly well actually. After eating the chocolate cupcakes Derek brought, Stiles pulled Derek away the second his father's back was turned. A faint shout, "STILES!", was heard from the kitchen. Stiles shot him an innocent look. "Oops?" Derek lightly rolled his eyes at the childish behavior but said nothing. The Sheriff must've decided to leave it at that because there wasn't another shout. Stiles lightly pulled on Derek's wrist until they were in his room, where Stiles locked the door right away. Derek was about to say something before Stiles interrupted with a kiss. "You were perfect tonight and I'd find it hard to believe if he doesn't like you now." Stiles deepened the kiss and Derek allowed him to, getting trapped in the want to touch more of Stiles. However, a light flickered on in Derek's head and he pulled away, though he hated it greatly.

"Your dad is downstairs." This time is was Stiles who rolled his eyes.

"I know that."

"I really don't want to do anything that I could get kicked out for. Besides…sexing you up," Derek wiggled his fantastic eyebrows, "after I just met your father doesn't seem like a good idea." A small pout crossed Stiles face before the teenager sighed.

"You're right. Next time." There might've been a not-so-subtle wink from Stiles, but Derek ignored it as Stiles led him to the bed. "Until then, movie night!" Stiles declared. "Which movie do you want to see? I have all the Marvel and Batman movies."

"If that's not a hint, I don't know what is." Derek teased.

"Batman it is then!" Enthusiastically, Stiles put the first Batman into the DVD player, grabbed the remote, and then hopped onto the bed, leaning on Derek's shoulder. Stunned for a moment with Stiles's movements, Derek paused a few seconds before throwing an arm around Stiles, bringing him closer.

"I'm not a big fan of the beginning." Stiles mumbled the confession. "I don't like seeing them die." Cocking his head a little, Derek looked at Stiles. He assumed that the beginning reminded him that his father could die the same way…by gunshot, and since his mother has already passed, he'd be left an orphan. Hesitantly, and after a few times of opening and closing his mouth, Derek asked the question on his mind.

"Was Batman your mom's favorite superhero?" The surprise of the question made Stiles jump.

"What?" Clearing his throat a little, Derek tried again.

"Was he your mom's favorite superhero?" All around them, the air seemed to still before a quick nod from Stiles unfroze it.

"Yeah…she always called me Batman too, but that might've had more to do with the fact that I used to jump off of everything, even the roof."

"You jumped off the roof?" Derek raised an eyebrow.

"Hey! I was only 7! I didn't know any better and I learned my lesson after spending a few hours in the ER with my mom giving me a lecture about how Batman can't fly, he glides." Derek couldn't help not laughing. He could so picture the energetic, seven-year-old Stiles tying a sheet around his neck and then trying to fly off his roof. Stiles lightly punched Derek in response, but smiled nonetheless. "Shut up…" Turning slightly red, Stiles turned his attention back to the movie.

"Sorry, that was a good story though. Especially since everyone knows Batman can't fly."

"I never should've told you that…" Stiles groaned. "I'm never going to live it down."

"Nope." Derek popped the 'p' and smirked. A surprising knock came from the door, and then a voice traveled through.

"Stiles I have to go. There's a ten-sixteen and a ten-thirty-two so they want me to come in for back-up."

"Alright. Stay safe!"

"Behave you two." With that, Derek listened as John walked down the stairs and out of the house, and then went on his way to the station.

Lydia's POV

After the visit with Stiles in the hospital, Lydia took Isaac back to her place. Her parents were gone for a week on a business trip, so there were no worries from that end. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Water please."

"Alright, one water coming up." As she poured herself a glass of wine, and Isaac some water, Lydia hummed a little. Turning around, she handed it right to the curly haired boy. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Isaac looked around awkwardly, causing Lydia to take his upper arm and help walk him to her room.

"I have a feeling you were going to stay with Scott, so you can stay here instead."

"In here?" He asked, his voice raised a little, as he sat on the bed.

"No, on the floor. Yes in here." When Isaac gave her a look, Lydia continued, "Just platonically." Her heart beat skipped a little, but Isaac didn't mention it.

"Come here." He motioned for her to come closer, which she did. Taking her wine glass out of her hand, and putting it on a nearby table, Isaac pulled her onto the bed next to him. Leaning back on the pillows, Isaac put his arms out. "It's going to be okay." Lydia lied down next to him and put an arm on his chest, snuggling next to him. "It's going to be okay." Isaac whispered it this time as he put an arm around her, trailing circles on her arm.

"It's my fault." She managed to say. "I should've said something sooner. If I wasn't so caught up in acting like I wasn't smart…"

"Lydia, don't blame yourself. Yes you might've seen something but it's not like you could've known for sure. Stiles is…he's a good liar and sometimes he's too smart for his own good. But he has help now. He has us."

"That's true but…" Isaac put a finger over her lips.

"No but's. Stop blaming yourself." Lydia looked up at him and a tear fell out of her semi-red eyes, her skin getting a little blotchy, but not much. Looking down at her, Isaac put a hand on her cheek and brushed away her tear line, then giving her a kiss on her forehead, Isaac placed his hand on top of hers. "It's going to be alright."

When the two woke up in the morning, their legs were intertwined and Isaac was still holding onto her. "I don't want to get up…" Lydia mumbled into Isaac, whose shirt came off some time in the night due to the heat between the two bodies (and because Isaac has a higher temperature due to being a werewolf).

"Then don't." Isaac quietly said as he started to get up, "I'll be back with some coffee."

"You're the best Isaac."

Alright. Hi Guys! Terrible sorry for being late with the update :(

But no matter, how is everyone? How is everyone liking Season 4 (especially that last episode?)

School starts soon for me (12 days).

So...some more Sterek moments in this short chapter.

And some Lydia/Isaac moments. Something I wanted to say about that is that I don't ship them, mostly because Isaac was with Allison, though I think it would make sense if they got much closer, because of Allison's death.

I wanted to write a moment though about them, because Lydia, although strong, does need comfort from time to time. Also because Stiles and her do have some connection. So I hope I wrote it okay. Let me know if you want more Lydia/Isaac :)

Oh yes! Before I forget: 10-16 is Domestic Disturbance, and 10-32 is person with gun. I don't think they would actually call the Sheriff for this but maybe something to do with paperwork?

Alright. That's pretty much it. If you have any questions/comments, feel free :)

Thank you so much for reading guys. Next chapter update: Hopefully by Friday, and if not then, Late Saturday/Sunday.