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"You better not do anything that'll make me regret this." Derek said, slamming the car door closed and frowning at Stiles. After several weeks of hinting, commenting and sheer badgering, he was finally being allowed to drive Derek's Camaro.

"You let Isaac drive all the way to Oregon in your precious and you're worried about me driving up one stupid little road?" Stiles pouted, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Maybe you should think of this as a nearly three month anniversary gift!"

"Isaac doesn't get distracted by stupid things, and his reactions are much better than yours."

"I don't get distracted by stupid things!" Stiles exclaimed, forcing himself not to look at the constantly changing display on the radio, or the crow he could see out of the corner of his eye, hopping along the side of the road.

"Right." Derek replied, raising an eyebrow. "Just start the damn thing, before I change my mind."

Stiles grinned hugely, revving the engine, the back end of the car sliding across the road as he pulled away. He glanced sideways at Derek, smiling again when he saw the grim look on his face and pushed down harder on the gas pedal.

"Stop looking at me and watch the road."

Stiles took a corner at speed, veering widely across the road before he got the car back under control, accelerating hard as the road straightened out again. He started to laugh at the scowl on Derek's face, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of his seat when the horrifying sight of blue lights flashing in the rear view mirror appeared, cutting his laughter short.

"Oh shit, shit, shit!" Stiles cursed, braking sharply and pulling over to the side of the road. "Shit! Quick! Swap seats with me!" Derek looked at him as though he was stupid.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Stiles felt nauseated, his own knuckles whitening as he tightened his grip on the wheel, dreading the inevitable knock on the window, which came far too soon.

"Oh fuck!" He blurted out when he rolled down the window and saw who was knocking on it. "Erm. I mean, hey dad."

"Out. Now." His dad snapped, wrenching the car door open. Stiles reluctantly climbed out of the car, surprised to see Derek do the same.

"Did I ask you to move?" His dad shouted at Derek. "Stay there."

Stiles was even more surprised to see Derek do as he was asked, but before he could think anything more of it, he found himself being rudely frogmarched towards the police cruiser, his dad keeping a firm hold on the handful of hoodie that he had grabbed preventing him from turning around.

"In." The back door to the cruiser was opened. Stiles swallowed nervously as he was pushed in to the back; this was not good. He turned in his seat and watched as his dad stormed back to Derek's car.

Out of the back windscreen, he could see his dad apparently shouting at Derek and wished, not for the first time, that he had super werewolf hearing. Derek was standing with his head bowed, nodding and shaking his head occasionally. After five minutes or so, Derek got back into his car, glancing over at the police car. Stiles watched as his dad glared at Derek, watching as he started the engine and turned the car around, driving back towards town. Stiles turned around quickly as his dad started walking back to the car, feeling the first waves of anxiety start to wash over him.

"How about we start with the basics." His dad said tersely as he got in the front of the car. "Like why you think it's appropriate to be doing 95 in a 40 zone."

"I didn't realise how fast I was going." Stiles poked his fingers through the metal grill separating him from his dad and leant forward. "Do I have to sit in the back?"

"Yes. Now let's try why you were doing 95 in a car you apparently can't keep control of, and aren't insured to drive."

"I asked Derek if I could drive it." Stiles said, figuring that he might as well try for a little bit of honesty. "It's a nice car."

"And why are you even in a position to be asking Derek Hale if you can drive his nice car in the first place?"

"We're...friends." Stiles muttered, looking down at his hands, annoyed to feel himself blushing.

"I don't believe you." His dad replied, turning away from Stiles, resting his hands on the steering wheel.

"Well that's the truth."

"Is it? Really? I'll tell you what I think, shall I? I suspect that Derek is the boyfriend you've been hiding from me these last few months."

Stiles said nothing, glaring down angrily at the floor of the car.

"Your silence speaks volumes Stiles."

"I was going to tell you." Stiles muttered, staring out of the window. He could feel tears pricking at his eyes. "Getting caught speeding wasn't exactly how I planned to do it."

"I don't care if you planned to tell me or not. It's not right. You're sixteen, Stiles. Derek is what, 21?"

"22 actually." Stiles snapped before he could stop himself.

"Well that's much better." His dad replied sarcastically. "Either way, this little thing you've got with Derek? It's illegal and it stops. Now."

"What, it's illegal to hang out with someone now?"

"Stop trying to be smart. It's not the hanging out that concerns me and I think you're well aware of that."

"We're not having sex, if that's what you're implying."

"I don't believe you."

"Think what you want. I know we're not, that's for sure." He winced, realising he'd given away more information about his sex life, or lack thereof, than he particularly wanted to. "Anyway, if this was Nevada, or England or Canada or whatever, we wouldn't even be having this conversation because it wouldn't be illegal. Not that we're doing anything illegal anyway."

"Well you're not in England or Canada or Nevada, are you? You're in California and it is illegal."

"I'm not having sex!" Stiles shouted, slamming his hands down on the seat angrily. "I bet if we were talking about me being with a girl you wouldn't be bothered, right? But because I'm with a guy you're completely freaking out about it."

"That's not fair Stiles. Your sexuality has absolutely nothing to do with this. If you were having sex with a 22 year old woman, I'd be just as concerned."

"Dad! For the last time, me and Derek? Very much not having sex. God, if you only believe one thing I tell you, it's that."

"So you admit you're in a position to be having sex with Derek Hale but that you just haven't had sex with him yet?"

"Dad, I can't talk to you about this. It's too embarrassing."

"I don't care if you're embarrassed. We're talking about this."

"Well can we at least talk about it at home instead of with me sitting in the back of a police car? It makes me feel like I've done something wrong."

"No. Why did you lie and say that you knew 'your boyfriend' from school? You do not know Derek from school."

"Why are you saying 'your boyfriend' like that's not what he is?" Stiles pouted. "And I've seen Derek at the school loads of times."

"Like the night Scott accused him of murdering the janitor and trapping you in the school?"

"No. Like the times he's come pick up my friends. Because he's friends with us."

"Or all the days this week he's come to pick you up?" His dad frowned. "I had a call from your principal, concerned that you've been picked up every day last week by an older male he didn't recognise."

"So? There's nothing wrong with getting a ride home from someone."

"It's not a ride home if he drives to the school specifically to pick you up. A ride home is with someone who happens to be going in the same direction as you."

"Getting a car with someone and going someplace with someone is getting a ride. Not sure what bizarro world you're living in where it's not." Stiles complained.

"Why is he friends with a group of high school students? Why doesn't he have any friends his own age?"

"Maybe because someone burned down his house when he was 16 and he ran away!" Stiles snapped. "How's he meant to make friends when he's running round the country thinking someone is going to come and try to kill him?"

"I'm well aware of happened to him, Stiles, and it's very sad, but it still doesn't make it OK for him to be hanging around with teenagers."

"I'm not talking to you about this anymore." Stiles snapped, folding his arms tightly across his chest and glaring out of the window.

"Good. It'll be a nice, peaceful drive back to the station then." His dad said, starting the engine.

"What? Why do I have to come back to the station? Why can't I just go home?" Stiles demanded, leaning forward again.

"You think I'm going to let you go home while I'm in work? Not a chance. You can wait in my office, where you can't invite Derek over." His dad glanced at him in the rear view mirror. "Plus there's the little issue of a speeding ticket that we need to address."

"You're actually going to give your own son a ticket?" Stiles asked incredulously, slouching across the back seat. "That makes no sense, considering you pay my allowance."

"Used to pay your allowance." His dad replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the road as he drove back towards the town. "You can expect to be going without it for the foreseeable future."