Another update, I had time to kill today and the update is earlier then excepted. But as I said I had a little bit of time and I was working on this last night after I had posted up, "Front door Tantrum" just had to wrap up the chapter. Anyways. Someone, if I search my memory banks right, suggested this idea. It took time to write, a long time, considering this was suggested way way back when. But better late than never, right?

Oh and I reveal in this chapter what Derek and Stiles do for a living. In a very conspicuous way.
I did have some ideas for what I wanted their jobs to be and I had it set and even told a couple of people what it was. BUT BUT, then I was typing this and looking for a set up for my other chapters, I realized, it wasn't going to work. So miscommunication happened but it wasn't on purpose. I just had to do a SLIGHT change up. Which means in chapter ten, I'll need to fix up one sentence to go with the change.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the characters of Teen Wolf. This is a story people. The actions of the characters in this story do not reflect the actions of the real characters.

Summary: Emerson gets picked on at pre-school and something needs to be done.

Stiles smiled as he listened to his son talk about his school day. The little boy was showing him a picture that he painted. The brunette nodded as he listened to the little boy ramble. His fingers were pointing to the black painted circle with eight lines sticking out as legs. "It's a spider," Emerson said happily, "spiders have eight legs!"

Stiles grinned as his son's enthusiasm but his eyes suddenly darkened when he noticed a fading bite mark on his son's wrist, "Emerson," he said softly kneeling down.

"Yeah?"

Stiles took hold of Emerson' wrist, "Where did this come from?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, Wes, he bite me."

"Who is this Wes?" Stiles asked.

Emerson looked at Stiles, "He a friend."

"Well he is no friend if he bites you," Stiles explained.

The little boy sighed, "He just get mad Papa."

"You didn't hurt him did you?" Stiles asked.

Emerson shook his head, "No papa, you say that not nice, you say no biting, no hitting."

"Okay good."

"I good boy Papa, I promise."

Stiles nodded, "I know you are."

"I use my words."

"Good."

The little boy smiled as he hugged the brunette, "We go now?"

"Yeah we can go now," Stiles said standing up holding the little boy in his arms.

"I have ice cream?"

Stiles laughed, "I don't think so bringing you home hyped on sugar has severe ramifications."

Emerson grinned, "Please?"

"I tell you what, you tell me why Wes bit you and maybe I'll buy you ice cream?"

The little boy nodded, "Okay."

"Go on then Emerson, what happened?"

Emerson took a deep breathe, "Well I was…"

Emerson was seated on the floor playing with trains. The little boy was seated in the middle of a circle shaped tracked, a blue train gripped in his hand as he ran it across the wooden tracks. He then leaned over reaching for another train in the bucket. Just as his hand grasped the black engine it was taken from him. "Hey!" Emerson cried out looking up.

"Mine," the boy said.

Emerson glared as he grabbed it back, "Wes, I had it first."

"I want it," Wes said as he took hold of Emerson's wrist

Wes glared at the boy, a growl escaping his throat as he took hold of Emerson's arms. Emerson tried to wiggle it free but soon found himself screaming as Wes bit into the boy's wrist.

"Did you tell your teacher?"

Emerson nodded, "Yes."

Stiles pressed a kiss to his son forehead, "I want you to be careful around him okay."

"Okay."

Stiles and Derek stood listening as they talked with Emerson's teacher, Miss Judy. Emerson was off by his cubby watching both his parents. "So exactly how did he get the bump on his head," Derek asked, "Emerson is telling us Wes pushed him but he won't tell us how it happened."

Miss Judy sighed, "Well…"

Emerson laughed as he and Sam built with blocks. Emerson was grinning as he stood up placing a triangle shaped block on top of a square one. "It's cool," Emerson cried out.

Sam nodded, "Yeah, you did good job."

"We can get the cars now," Emerson said.

"I get them," Sam suggested as he walked over a few feet go grab a basket of cars.

Emerson nodded as he watched his friend walk off. He turned around to the shelf behind him to grab another block but was stopped when a little boy came up to him and pushed him. Emerson glared up at the blue eyed boy. "Hey Wes, don't push me," Emerson cried out.

Wes glared at him, "You not the boss of me."

Sam soon appeared, "Go away Wes," he said.

Wes stuck his tongue out at him. "You go away."

"Leave us alone Wes," Emerson growled out.

Wes glared at him as reached out shoving Emerson to the ground causing the little boy to trip over the blocks and falling to the ground. The noise created a loud crash and Emerson let out a loud cry as he clutched the red mark forming on his forehead.

Derek nodded, "Okay, well thank you Miss Judy."

"I assure you Mr. Hale, I am trying the best I can to make sure your son doesn't get hurt."

"Yes, yet this is the second time this child has hurt my son," Derek said.

Miss Judy nodded, "I'm aware of that."

"Then why does it keep-" Derek couldn't finish, Stiles had stepped in.

"Emerson doesn't do anything to instigate it does he?" Stiles asked as he placed a hand on his mate's shoulder.

"No, I assure you, your son doesn't do anything, Emerson is great, he is a wonderful boy," Miss Judy said.

Stiles nodded, "Okay."

"I've already talked to the other boy's parents," Miss Judy said

Derek let out a low growl and Stiles noticed the quick flash of red in the older man's eyes. Stiles tugged his mates arm and then pulled him away gently smiling to Miss Judy in apology. "Der," Stiles whispered harshly, "you need to calm down, you just growled and your eyes flashed red, you cannot shift here."

The lycan nodded as he clenched a fist, "How the hell are you so damn calm about this," he whispered back, "You usually flip out when Emerson gets hurt."

"Yes, I know, and you are usually calm, yet you're not."

"Because," Derek growled out, "this isn't just him and Casey roughhousing, or him falling by accident, someone is hurting him on purpose."

"I know but we are in a public place Der, this is different than me flipping out at home, I can cause a scene at home and besides this is another child, who's to say that maybe it is an accident or he just doesn't know how to interact act with a child."

Derek's eyes darkened, "Well I don't care, I'll cause a scene if I have too and Emerson's been telling the truth, this is no accident that child is hurting our son on purpose."

Stiles sighed as he turned to Miss Judy, "Thank you Miss Judy, we will be going now."

Miss Judy nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry again Stiles and Derek, I am trying my best to make sure your son isn't getting hurt okay."

The brunette smiled at her "I know."

Derek just nodded as he lifted his son from the floor and walked out the door.

Derek growled as paced around the kitchen. Emerson was seated on the kitchen counter watching Derek. Stiles was standing in front of Emerson looking at the fading scratch on the boy's knees. "Who exactly pushed you again," Derek asked.

"Wes," Emerson whispered.

"Wes!" Derek yelled, "the same Wes who bit you and pushed you before!"

Emerson nodded, "Yes."

"Is this Wes picking on you Emerson?"

Emerson shrugged. Stiles sighed as he looked into his son's eyes, "Is Wes being mean to you?"

Emerson shrugged again. Stiles raised an eyebrow, "Emerson John, tell me the truth right now."

"He mean to me, I don't like him."

"Does he pick on Sam?" Stiles asked.

"Oh no," Emerson cried out, "he no pick on Sam, I make sure."

"How?"

"I protect Sam," Emerson said, "he my best friend Papa, no one hurt my best friend."

Stiles sighed, "Emerson, do you tell Wes to leave you alone?"

Emerson nodded, "Yes."

Derek stopped pacing. "I'm talking to that boy's father."

"Derek," Stiles cried out.

"This is the third time this child has hurt our son Stiles, OUR son," Derek roared, " Tomorrow I am talking to Wes' father this is not a discussing matter, nor is it nonnegotiable, it is going to happen, I'm going to talk to him."

Stiles sighed, "Okay, okay, but you need to make sure you're calm when you do talk to him."

The Alpha nodded, "I will."

"Fine but you will do it when you pick your son up," Stiles demanded.

Derek glared, "No."

Stiles raised an eye brow, arms crossed over on his chest, "Derek," he warned.

The Alpha let out a low growl, "Are you really going to argue with me over this."

Stiles nodded, "Yes I am, you can't do it in the morning."

"Objection!" Derek barked.

"Derek Jethro Stilinski-Hale."

"You just full named me!"

"I did."

"Why can't I do it in the morning?"

"Because Derek, you'll just set Emerson on edge in the morning and who's to say Wes might pick on him more and not to mention Wes' father, you are going to talk to him when you pick up Emerson from preschool."

Derek nodded.

"You also need to make sure you are calm when you do talk to him, okay," Stiles said, eye brows raised, a tone of warning in his voice

"Okay, I got it."

Stiles nodded, "Good," he breathed as he looked down at his son.

Emerson who was covering his ears looked up at Stiles with a questioning look on his face. "You done fighting?" he asked softly.

"Oh Emerson, daddy and I weren't fighting," Stiles said gently

"Why you yelling?"

Derek grinned walking over so he was also standing in front of his son, "Cause your Papa is hard to negotiate with."

"Like me?"

Derek laughed, "Oh yeah, just like you," he then turned to Stiles pulling his mate into his arms, "You cheated."

"I did not."

"Oh, you full named me," Derek frowned.

Stiles shrugged, "Hey it works on Emerson and in my classroom, so why not."

Derek laughed, "You would make a great lawyer Sty."

Stiles grinned, "Naw, that's all you Der, sides I love my job and it comes with a cool name."

It was loud Derek took notice as he entered his son's preschool building, the Alpha made sure he came minutes early so he could meet up with Wes' father. He spotted Emerson right in the far corner of the room saying bye to Sam and Cass. "Hey Sam," Derek greeted when the little boy hugged his leg.

Sam smiled, "Hey Derek," he said as he squeezed the lycan's leg then suddenly let go as he bolted out the door "bye" he yelled.

Cass laughed as he nodded to Derek in greeting "Have a nice night."

"You too, tell Dean I say hi," Derek said as he shook Cass' hand.

"Will do, see you later Derek," Cass said as he walked out the door.

Emerson who was in book area bolted into Derek's arms the minute he heard his dad's name. The Alpha hugged his son, "Hey Em," he said softly

"I drew a picture for you and Papa," Emerson said as he squirmed out of his dad's grasp, "I go get it."

Derek nodded as he watched his son scamper off and that's when he felt a sudden shift in the air. His ears straining to hear the conversation going on a few feet away. "Wesley," a deep voice said, "why do you keep hurting your friends."

"He mean to me."

"Oh, well your teacher tells me differently Wesley, I want the truth, now."

Wesley growled, "He not nice"

"Really, then tell me why he hasn't been hurting you?"

Derek approached to too with caution, "Excuse me," he said, "You Wesley's dad?"

The man nodded, "Yes, Dale Matthews."

"Derek Hale," Derek said, "I'm Emerson's father."

Dale took in a sharp breathe, "Listen, I'm so sorry about my son hurting your son."

"Yes, well, I'd like it to stop, I'm not liking that my son comes home with a new bruise every day."

Dale nodded, "Yes, I understand that, I totally do."

"Then why does it keep happening?"

Dale sighed, "Derek," he said.

"Mr. Hale," Derek said, "I think with you, I'd like formalities."

"Mr. Hale," Dale tried again, "I assure you, I would never let my son get away with this."

Derek sighed, the man was telling the truth, there was no stutter in his heart at all, this was going to be hard. Going for the mean approach was not an option. It wasn't an option anyways, Stiles told him to remain calm, "Then, Mr. Matthews, why does it keep happening?"

"I don't know," Dale sighed, "he keeps telling me different things every day, the first time he said it was an accident, the second time he said Emerson started it, the third time he tells me it's because your son is mean."

"Well my son is telling me differently," Derek said a low growl edged in his voice, "now I know my son and I know he's not lying."

Dale glared, "So are you implying my son is."

Derek crossed his arms, "No, but the past few days my son has been coming home hurt. What is your reasoning on that?"

"Maybe your son is really being mean."

The Alpha let out an aggravated sigh as he shut his eyes, "Yes 'cause that so explains why my son comes home hurt."

Dale took in a sharp breathe, "Look," he breathed, "I'm sorry that my son has been hitting Emerson, I assure you that I try everything in my power Mr. Hale to make sure that didn't happen, it's just, I know you don't want to hear a sob story but he's, it's been difficult, he only sees me a couple of times and he is with his mom most of the time, because we share custody."

Derek nodded and went to speak but Dale beat him to it, "And he just started here and I think, the change, it's just, it's affecting his behavior."

"I just want my son to stop getting hurt," Derek said, "that's all I ask."

Dale nodded, "Yes, I get that, I'll talk with his mom and see if we can work something out."

"Alright."

"I'm sorry again Mr. Hale."

The Alpha sighed, his anger slowly melting away, "It's okay Dale."

"I'll figure something out, I assure you Mr. Hale."

Derek nodded, "Derek's fine."

The other man just nodded. Derek stuck out his hand, "I'm sorry if I came across mean," the lycan said.

Dale shook his head as he stuck out his hand shaking Derek's, "No it's okay, I understand, he is your son, and if my son was getting hurt, I'd be the same way."

"Thanks for taking the time to talk to me," Derek said.

"No problem, have a nice day Derek and I do hope we don't need to have this conversation again."

"I hope so too," Derek said as he walked away.

The Alpha approached his son who was waiting by his cubby patiently. The boy already had his coat and backpack on. "Sorry buddy, dad had talk to Wes' dad."

Emerson nodded then lifted up his hand up that was gripping a piece of paper, "I drew for you and Papa," he said.

Derek knelt down and glanced at the paper. There were stick figures on it, three of them. They were drawn inside house, "Can you tell me what it is?" Derek asked.

Emerson nodded, "Mhmm, that you and Papa and me," the boy said with glee.

"Nice Emerson," Derek said as he lifted the boy up, "now are you ready to go home?"

"Yes," Emerson said, "I show Papa my picture."

Derek smiled, "He'll love it I'm sure."

"Is Papa home?" Emerson asked.

"No, he's waiting by the car."

Derek held his son tight as they walked out into the parking lot. He approached the black Camaro where Stiles was waiting against the passenger door. "I'm assuming it went okay?" he called out.

"Yes," Derek said as he transferred Emerson over to Stiles, "I was calm."

Emerson frowned, "But daddy I heard you growl at him."

Derek ran a hand through his hair as Stiles sent him a look, the lycan turned towards his son, "We need to have a talk, you and I."

"But I do nothing bad," Emerson said confused

Stiles laughed as he placed a kiss on his son's forehead hugging the boy tight, "Your dad's just mad because you sold him out."

Emerson sent both men another confused look, "I no sell daddy."

The Alpha laughed as leaned over placing a gentle kiss on Stiles' lips, "Okay, I did growl but I swear to you Sty, I kept my cool, well tried too at least, I was calm."

Stiles nodded," I know," he said with a smile as kissed Derek, "I trust you Der and I know you handled it well."

Emerson stuck his tongue out and made a face, "Yuck," he said

Stiles laughed, "Yuck huh?"

The little boy nodded, "Yes yuck."

Thoughts? Yes? No? Maybe? Review? Please?

The events in this story, happened to me once. Not necessarily word for word, but children, I've noticed can be mean. And usually it is really a behavioral issue, like no impulse control or just being aggressive in general. But sometimes, a big change in a child's life can cause one to act out.
So I searched my memory banks for a time where I found myself in Miss Judy's position.A child hurting another child and trying everything to make sure that doesn't happen, but sometimes, it just does and well, you can only do so much. (But either way I love my job)
I tell you, when a parent approaches you about a concern for their child, it is mad scary. Luckily the parent that approached me was calm, unlike Derek who nearly shifted.

And yes, Stiles and Derek are using big words around Emerson, like ramifications and negotiable. Child is four years old and he understands those words to some extent. I use words like that in my classroom (I teach a room of 3-4 year olds, seven of them) and I use those words and they understand what I'm saying. Kids are smart.