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Devoted dad, thoughtless teenager, pt 2

After an incident with Leia, Derek starts to doubt that Stiles is really ready to assume the necessary responsibility to truly become a parent…


"So, hey" Stiles said uncertainly and scratched the back of his neck. He hadn't seen Derek for nearly a week and he felt strangely nervous. "I, uh, just wanted to see how you're doing, and I guess everyone else too… So, yeah..." His voice trailed away as Derek barely acknowledged his presence and shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other as he'd not been invited to sit down.

"We're fine, Stiles, thanks for asking" Derek huffed out shortly without looking up from his computer screen.

"Good, that's good" Stiles started rambling. "I mean that's really…"

"Stiles?" Derek interrupted. "Did you want anything?"

"Oh, yes" Stiles thrust the small bag that he'd been holding into Derek's hands but the other man just pushed it aside without looking at it. "I wanted to give you this sooner but I haven't seen you since, like, last week, and uh, better late than never, right?"

"What is it?" Derek asked disinterestedly and Stiles swallowed hard.

"It's a new leash for Leia" he answered and Derek looked up briefly.

"Thanks" he said. "But I've already bought her a new one." Then he pushed the bag back towards Stiles and went back to typing.

"Oh, okay, I guess that's, um... you can always use another one, right?"

"Did you want something else? Derek asked, a little more impatiently this time.

"Yes, uh, am I still picking up Laura after school tomorrow?" Stiles asked, feeling even more awkward now and Derek shook his head.

"No, I've got it covered" he answered, slamming the laptop shut and tucking it under his arm. "I have a meeting now" he announced in a tone of voice that clearly indicated that Stiles was dismissed and swept out of his office without another word. Stiles' shoulders slumped as he pocketed the bag and left the office as well.

::

"Stiles?" The young man in question just groaned and pulled the blanket further up over his head. He should have known that his dad would see through his rather flimsy excuses sooner or later and that he'd not get away with moping around the house for much longer.

"Stiles!" his dad said again, this time trying to tug the covers away.

"Leave me alone!" Stiles batted ineffectively at his dad's hand but was forced to give up. After all, the man had over twenty years of experience of waking Stiles up and so it was a lost battle before it even began. "What do you want?" he asked grumpily and his dad sighed.

"I'm worried about you, kid" he said, sitting down heavily. "You haven't been out of your house for days. Did you argue with Scott?" Stiles shook his head. "Is it something about work? Having financial problems?" his dad continued and Stiles shook his head again. Work was good right now, and even if it wasn't there was no way in hell he'd worry his dad by telling him. "Did you fall out with Derek?" Stiles winced at the question and, being both a policeman and Stiles' dad, the Sheriff knew exactly what the small grimace meant.

"Oh, Stiles" he sighed. "What happened?" Stiles stubbornly shook his head before he answered.

"It's just stupid, dad, I don't want to talk about it." His dad looked like he was going to push the issue and Stiles quickly held up a hand to stop him. "Really, dad, it's just something we'll have to solve ourselves" he insisted. "It'll be fine, I promise." His dad didn't look convinced but he decided to drop the subject for the time being.

"All right, kid" he said, patting Stiles' knee. "But if you want to talk about it…" He left the rest of the sentence fade away and Stiles gratefully pulled the covers back over his head. He should have known that his dad wouldn't give up so easily, because one hour later he was bodily dragged from his bed by a very disgruntled werewolf.

"Dude, take a shower!" Scott complained loudly. "You stink!"

::

After a much needed shower and some curly fries from the diner, Scott had managed to coax the whole story out of Stiles. He might've had to threaten to call in Lydia and Erica as reinforcements to get his friend to talk but at the end of the day he'd managed to get Stiles to tell him everything, from start to finish and he wasn't about to sit around with all that information without doing anything. His first suggestion had been stomping downtown and kicking Derek's ass for being an insensitive jerk but Stiles managed to make him dismiss that option by pointing out that there were kids involved at this stage of their lives and that they couldn't keep solving problems the same way that they'd done in high school. Scott reluctantly agreed and tried to come up with another idea.

"Maybe we could pick up a new leash, you know, with a safety clip on the end?" he suggested. "That way you won't have to worry about not tying it properly when you leave her?"

"I did!" Stiles yelled furiously. "I fucking did tie it properly!" He threw his arms up, gesturing angrily. "Jeez, you and Derek both, thinking I'm still some kind of scatter-brained teenager" he snapped. "I can be responsible! I didn't mess this up!" He slammed his mug of coffee down on the countertop, sloshing coffee all over his hand and then swept out of the kitchen. "And I fucking tried to by her a new leash!" Scott winced when the sound of the front door slamming shut reached his sensitive ears and sighed. This was going to be a long day he glumly thought before he got to his feet to drag Stiles back inside.

"Come on, Stiles, you can't be mad at me forever." Scott gave him his best puppy dog eyes but for once Stiles didn't budge.

"I can and I will" he replied stubbornly, still refusing to look at Scott. "You and Derek still think that it was my fault."

"Come on, bro, that's not what I meant, I just…" Scott chewed on his bottom lip, "Didn't the security cameras catch anything?" he asked.

"The what?" Stiles snapped, to angry to really pay attention to was Scott was saying.

"It was outside the station, right? Then the…"

"So fucking stupid! Stiles exclaimed, sharply smacking himself over the forehead before jumping out of his seat. "I didn't even think about that!"

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Half an hour later Stiles had managed not only to storm into the station with enough speed to nearly cause his dad to have a heart attack, but he'd also gotten access to the security tapes, looked them over and found the sequence where he very clearly tied the leash properly ("Told you so, Scott!") before entering the station. That sequence was promptly attached as a file to the very long, very angry e-mail that Stiles wrote to Derek that afternoon, complete with a list of reasons why Stiles Stilinski was a perfectly reasonable, responsible adult that could be entrusted with both children and dogs should need be. Also attached was the next part of the video, clearly showing the two little punks that had untied the leash and scared the small dog into running wildly towards the park. Stiles sent the e-mail, printed out photos of the dog-scaring idiots, had his dad send out someone to arrest them and then leaned back into the chair to take a small nap.

Now all he had to do was wait, since a certain werewolf was bound to come crawling, ready to beg forgiveness for his unjustified lack of faith in Stiles' abilities as a parent.