I've been a bad person. Here is the next installment in this story. Someone sent this idea in, if I search through my memory bank. Sorry it took long, I'm backed up in ideas and trying to make them work for you guys. And you guys are awesome and deserve the best. So yeah. Onward.

Disclaimer: I don't own

Summary: Derek runs off during one of their training sessions and earns himself a new nickname.

"Did he calm down," Derek asked

"Yeah, he's calm, still angry but he stopped screaming."

Derek breathed deeply, his grip on his phone tightened, "I'm sorry Sty, I didn't mean to make him upset."

"Don't worry about it, I'll see you later tonight okay."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too and be careful."

"Always."

Derek sighed as he pressed the end call button on his phone. So far his morning had been out of sorts. Emerson woke them up several times during the night. After the fifth time Emerson ended up sleeping in their bed. When they woke up Emerson wouldn't let Derek leave and threw a big tantrum at the door. And Derek didn't make it easier by staying behind a little to hug the boy one last time. This caused Stiles to be slightly irritated with Derek because that left him to deal with a cranky Emerson.

They lycan jumped when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He glared at Scott who simply grinned at him. "You're late," the Alpha grumbled.

Scott smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

Derek sighed as he began to pace in front of his burnt home, "Do you know where Danny and Jackson are?"

"Nope," Scott bit at his lip for a moment, "Oh, I think, I think Jackson is dropping Lydia off at my place, her and Allison are going out."

Derek nodded, "How's Allison doing?"

Scott grinned, "She's doing great," he then frowned, "but she's mad scary when she's angry."

"Oh, that was so agonizing with Stiles."

Scott nodded, "Yeah…hey are you okay, you seem off?"

Derek shook his head. "Rough morning, Emerson wouldn't let me leave."

"Really, does he usually do that?"

Derek nodded. "No, he's usually okay with me leaving, but today, man he just," Derek took a deep breathe, "He threw a big tantrum."

"Sorry man."

"Yeah, and it doesn't help that I have this like weird like feeling."

Scott frowned, "What do you mean? I don't feel anything," he inhaled sharply, "Am I supposed too?"

Derek shook his head. "No, it's, I don't know, I can't shake it off."

"Well maybe you shou-"

Scott didn't have a chance to finish, he was interrupted by a loud screech of tires. Jackson had pulled up and by the looks of it, Danny and him were in a heated argument. "Do you drive like that when you kid is in the car!"

"No, Danny, do you think I'd put my son in danger."

"No, of course not, but when you drive like a damn maniac what the hell am I supposed to think!"

Jackson growled, "I would never put Casey in danger, I was just speeding becau-"

"You're both late," Derek said, voice loud as he finished Jackson's sentence.

Both of them smiled apologetically towards the Alpha who glared at them with arms crossed. "Why are you late?"

"I had to pick up Danny and then I dropped of Lydia and Casey off with Allison," Jackson answered.

Derek nodded, "Alright," he uncrossed his arms, "Are you done arguing?" he asked.

Jackson and Danny nodded.

"Good, let's get started then."

Stiles sighed, it took him a good hour to calm Emerson down. He didn't mean to lash out at Derek before the male walked out the door, but he was frustrated. He got no sleep, Emerson was throwing a fit and well he really didn't want to spend his day off with a four year old. He glanced up at his son who was currently surrounded by blocks and trains. The little boy making train noises as he ran the train across the tracks. "Papa," Emerson called out.

"Yeah, what's up," Stiles asked.

Emerson held up a train. "You play with me?"

Stiles smiled. "Of course."

The brunette got up from his position on the couch and made his way to his son but stopped when the doorbell rang. Stiles groaned, he backtracked and made his way to the front door. Not bothering to check who it was Stiles threw it open. "Hello Stiles."

"Mr. Argent?"

Derek scratched at his head in frustration as he took a breath. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, his skin crawling with an uneasy feeling. "Derek, hey you okay?" Scott asked.

Derek shook his head. "No, I think something's wrong."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Derek gripped at his chest. "At home, I-I gotta go now."

"Derek-"

Derek threw open the door to his Camaro. "Sorry guys, we need to cut this training short."

"Hey, give us a call later," Jackson called out.

"Be careful Derek!" Danny shouted.

The three watched as the Camaro speed off, dirt flying from underneath the tires. The three stared at each other, and Scott spoke for all of them, "I hope everything is okay."

"How's it going Stiles?"

"Great, but Mr. Argent what are you doing here?"

Chris laughed, "Remember Stiles, no need for formalities, just call me Chris."

Stiles went to speak but was interrupted, Emerson had come running to the door screaming "Papa" at the top of his lungs. Stiles turned around bringing the boy in his arms he turned back to Chris. "Hey Emerson," Chris said with a smile.

"Oh! Hi Granpa Argent."

Chris laughed. "How's it going?"

"Good, I play trains, you want to play?"

"Maybe later, okay."

Stiles shook his head, "Well then Chris come on in."

"I just have a question to ask you."

"Is everything okay?"

Chris sighed, "Well, it depends on how you define okay?"

Derek was sure he broke a couple of laws on the way over but that didn't matter. He put his car into park and eyed the other vehicle that was parked in the drive way. Not recognizing it, Derek threw open the car door slammed it shut and ran up the drive way. His ears desperately trying to focus on what was going on in the house. But the only thing he could hear was his heart beating wildly, his breathing which was coming out fast and the rushing of blood in his vein. Derek knew he was shifting, and it was something that hadn't happen in a long, long while.

He managed to unlock the door and he burst it open. The door slammed against the wall, no doubt creating a hole. He bolted into the kitchen, the scent of mate and his son's hitting his nose and there was another and he immediately recognized it. Upon entering he could see Stiles staring at him in shock and his eyes scanned the room finally falling onto Chris Argent. "Derek," Stiles cried out, "What the hell."

Derek breathed in deeply, "God, I thought you were hurt," he managed out.

Chris sent a wave from his spot at the table, "Hey Derek."

Derek shut his eyes tight as he tried to rip his wolf counterpart away. Stiles stood up and approached Derek. He brought a hand up to grip his mate's shirt his other hand reaching up touching Derek's cheek and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Derek's growls died down, he could feel his anger slipping away along with his wolf counterpart. "Relax babe," Stiles whispered.

Derek whined. "Sorry," he whispered out.

"I'm sorry Derek," Chris said, "I usually call but-"

Derek shook his head, "No it's okay, it's just, thought something was wrong."

"Oh no, I just needed to ask Stiles something is all."

"Oh, okay good."

Chris smiled, "You know I would never hurt him or you son right?"

Derek nodded, "Yes, of course I know that Chris, I'm sorry, it's just, you know what I take that back, next time call dammit."

"Daddy?" Emerson said approaching Derek

"Hey," Derek breathed bringing the boy into his arms, "Are you okay?"

Emerson nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine daddy no need to be angry," Emerson said, his hands reaching up to touch Derek's face

Derek huffed, "I'm not angry, why don't you off and play."

Emerson grinned, "Okay."

It was closing in to about four o clock when Derek was walking Chris to the front door. They were both grinning and discussing about the next pack meeting as they walked. "I'm sorry again Derek for coming in unannounced," Chris apologized.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have overreacted."

Chris smirked, "I don't blame you."

"You got all your questions answered?"

Chris nodded, "Yeah."

"She'll be fine Chris."

"I know and thanks Derek, I appreciate it."

Derek smiled, "No problem, take care Chris."

"Will do, you take care too man."

Derek shut the door and just as he turned around he was bombarded with a hug from his son. "What's up Em?" he asked.

Emerson grinned at him. "I call you Super Daddy."

Derek raised an eyebrow, "Super Daddy?"

Emerson nodded, "Mhmm, 'cause you come in the house like this," Emerson fist pumped the air "Woosh."

Derek laughed, "Super Daddy huh?"

Emerson grinned, "Yes, Super Daddy."

Thoughts? Yes? No? Maybe?