Authors Note: HEYO! XD So this is my first ever Teen Wolf one shot, so please forgive me if it's shit XD I started shipping Sterek after reading a few (many) fanfics on them :3 So yeah, please be nice to me XD Please, please review XD

ALSO Teen Wolf has stopped playing over here in England :'( so we only go up to season 2 – so the last thing I saw was that Jackson became a werewolf – meaning I don't know anything that's happened since D':

Stiles

For the next three months, Derek and I continued to see each other. Not that anyone knew. You would have thought a group of 5 werewolves – one being a girl – and two girls – one being the daughter of a hunter - would have noticed. It surprised me actually. Sure, they never failed to notice that I smelt like Derek and vice versa, but they thought it was because I spent a lot of time in the Hale house. It was kind of entertaining really, and I was in no rush to let them all in on this little secret... Neither was Derek. Derek said it was kind of like a training exercise for them. And that was so the excuse we were going to use once they figured it out...not that that would make them any happier about the whole thing.

I was thinking about this one Saturday, while sitting in my room. I was sitting at my desk, since I had decided to get some homework done, but know I was just sitting there, staring at the wall, thinking of all the possible ways the pack could find out and how they would react. Which then led me to think about Derek, and that was always a good place for my mind to end up. I jumped when suddenly a hand was on my shoulder, effectively making me fall out of my desk chair. But I never hit the ground.

"I would complain about you scaring me like that, but I like the way it seems to end." I sighed, grinning when I was standing up right.

Derek was smiling slightly and didn't remove his hands from me. That was always a good sign, in my book. And boy was I right. Derek leant forward, pressing his lips to mine, and just when it was about to get even better...my dad walked in! Derek and I only knew he was there because of the quiet 'Oh my God' that came from the doorway to my bedroom. Derek and I practically jumped apart, like we had been burnt, staring at the door. I didn't know about Derek, but I knew I was as red as a fucking cherry right now!

"Down stairs." dad said, eerily calm. "Now."

He walked away. Derek and I heard his footfalls on the stairs as we turned to each other. How could we forget about my dad?!

Five minutes later, Derek and I were actually making our way down the stairs. To be honest, I think Derek really wanted to just...bolt. Not that I blamed him. I mean, if I could, I would so run out the door right now. You know, away from the guns! But if I tried to run then Derek would stop me...and dad would always find me, no matter where I went. Plus it would only make this situation worse than it was going to be.

"How the hell did you forget about your dad?!" Derek whispered, slightly panicked.

"First of all, you forgot too, so don't pin this on me." I whispered back, just as panicked. "Second, I was too busy watching the rest of the pack, seeing if they would actually figure it out...it's more fun to watch than it sounds. And third, I've rarely seen him these past few months to even contemplate him finding out."

We had reached the bottom of the stairs then. Both of us shut up, Derek putting on his usual mask, while I was openly freaking out. Dad was sitting in the kitchen; I could see the material of his shirt. Derek made to walk in there, like he had some sort of death wish. Seriously, Derek was supposed to be smart, not completely dense! I grabbed his arm before he could walk into the kitchen, making him look at me like a confused little puppy. I would never admit out loud how cute it was...well, not yet anyway, and definitely not when my dad was around.

"Dad." I called out. "Put the gun away."

"I don't have my..." he started.

"Dad, seriously? I'm not stupid. Put it away. Which means you have it nowhere on or near your person."

Dad sighed, and I heard him move around the room. I looked up at Derek, who seemed a bit surprised. I shrugged. It was kind of obvious that dad would have his gun on him; I mean...it was dad. Or was it just obvious to me? Dad had found out last month about werewolves, so he kept his gun with him, even if he wasn't at work. Dad normally had his gun if Derek was ever at the house with the rest of the pack, but if the pack was here without Derek he was surprisingly gun free. I presumed it had something to do with all the shit that went on a couple years ago.

Derek and I made our way into the kitchen when we knew dad was back in there. When we walked in, he was sitting at the table, facing us. Hesitantly, Derek and I sat opposite him, side by side. It was silent for a few moments. And thanks to my ADHD – the subtype I have being ADHD mainly hyperactive-impulsive – I couldn't sit still. I fidgeted in the chair, swaying slightly. I really hated the silence, and I was itching to say something. But for once in my life, I had no idea what to say. This was not good. Dad looked to me, noticing my discomfort with the silence and began to talk.

"Well, I don't know where to start." dad sighed. "But let's start with how long."

"Three months." Derek replied, calmly.

Damn werewolf. The calm atmosphere continued to make me fidget and shift around in the chair.

"Right." dad nodded, just as guarded as Derek. "Do I even have to bring up the age difference?"

I rested my elbows on the table, bending one up so I could lower my head and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"No, you don't, sir." Derek said.

I ended up tuning out the rest of the conversation, being unable to settle to tasks being one of the hyperactivity symptoms of ADHD. I was practically biting back everything I wanted to say, knowing I would say something I would regret if I opened my mouth. And I did that enough already. Plus, I didn't want to say something that would cause dad to shoot Derek with a wolfs bane bullet or two. Dad and Derek probably noticed my quietness, I guess, but they didn't comment on it. Dad just wanted to grill Derek and I wanted this conversation to be over.

Quite some time had passed when I finally tuned back into the conversation. I was completely lost as to what they were saying... I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. When they realized that I was paying attention again, whatever conversation they'd been having died away.

"I really hope I don't have to mention about you both being sa..." dad started.

"Please, for the love of God, do not finish that sentence!" I begged, dropping my head into my hands to hide the blush. "It was bad enough when you gave me that talk when I was thirteen."

I heard the soft, held back laugh coming from my left. I took one hand away from my face, and poked the Sour-wolf's side.

"Shut up, it was very traumatic." I mumbled. Couldn't look anyone in the eyes for six months."

That did nothing but fuel the laughter that was coming from the werewolf.

After a while dad and Derek migrated into the living room. And when I say migrated, I mean I practically pushed them out. Oh come on! Dad asks Derek to stay for dinner, I'm not going to let dad think he can eat whatever! No, not at all! I'd rather not bury another parent. Besides, last time I had dad in the kitchen while I was cooking, he almost burnt himself and me. Not to mention the last time dad tries to cook, mom and I had to take him to the ER and mom banned him from cooking. I was all for that rule, so enforced it all the time.

"...like his mother. He always tells me what to do, even though it should be the other way around." I heard dad say.

"I can hear you, you know!" I called.

The only reply I got was a huff of a laugh. I just ignored it as I continued to move about the kitchen, grabbing what I needed when I needed it.

I was waiting for everything to finish cooking, so I just pushed myself up to sit on the edge of the counter. I listened to the murmured sounds coming from the TV in the living, as well as the occasional line spoken by the two occupants. I decided, as I sat there, to call Isaac. For the past three months I had pestered him at least twice a week, asking if he's taken my advice and actually talked to Danny. The answer was always the same. So, I picked up my phone – which was sitting next to me, on the counter – and scrolled through my contacts until I found 'Pup'. When my cell was ringing, I placed it to my ear, waiting until he picked up. I wasn't disappointed. Isaac picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hey, Stiles." Isaac greeted. "And before you ask, no, I haven't."

"Dude, why not?" I sighed, swinging my legs slightly. "Have you forgotten what I said about the empty room?"

"How can I when you always remind me?"

"Whatever. Look, mate, just talk to him. Or I swear, sometime in the near future, I will lock the pair of you in an empty room, until you actually tell him. Or, failing that, I'll tell him for you."

"You wouldn't."

"I would. Seriously, I will."

"Ok, ok, please, stop with the threat. I'm still... I'm trying... I'm getting there."

"Promise?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

I grinned, chuckling slightly.

"Fine, but I'll still be checking in." I warned him. "So, how are ya, pup?"

"I'm fine." Isaac replied, seeming more relaxed, now away from the topic of Danny. "You?"

"Yeah. Just wish it was Saturday tomorrow, as well as today. It would be nice to have an extended weekend."

"Tell me about it! I swear, the teachers get pleasure from torturing us with homework."

"I wouldn't put it past them."

"Hey, Isaac! Pizza's here, man!" I heard Boyd shout from Isaac's end of the phone.

I laughed. I could practically see Isaac's ears pick up at the sound of food...not to mention seeing his tail wagging.

"Well, gotta go, food's here." Isaac said, the grin evident in his voice. "See ya."

"Bye." I chuckled.

I ended the call, placing my phone back onto the counter, while jumping off of it myself. Just in time too, any longer and the food would have been over cooked. As if drawn to it, dad and Derek appeared in the kitchen as soon as I put the tray on the side and shut the over door, turning off the appliance also. What was it with dogs and food?

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