A/N: I'm so sorry guys about the last posting I didn't realize my computer and fanfiction were messing up. Well here is the whole chapter just shoot me a review of message if it's messed up again. Or you could just review and tell me what you want to see next, and if you like the story. Please go to my profile and vote for who you wanna see get together in this story, because I haven't decided who will end up together.

Chapter 4: Interlude with the Sheriff A.K.A. Dad

Stiles POV

Later that afternoon after naptime cuddles with Isaac, Derek showed back up with all the stuff I sent him after and I began to make dinner with the help of both of them.

I set Isaac to chopping and peeling vegetables and had Derek cook the meat while I started on dessert. I was making steak, mashed potatoes, asparagus, carrots, salad, and a low fat/sugar free chocolate cake for Dad and extra cocoa triple fudge brownies for the rest of us. I figured he could cheat on his diet for tonight since I was dropping a bomb on him. I'm worried about how he will react to Derek being my mate more than the fact that werewolves are real.

"So Isaac where are you gonna live now that your old house has been put on the market?" I asked trying to keep the conversation light and the worries away from the coming night.

"Um…probably at the depot with Derek?" he replied.

"WHAT!? You can't live in a broke down old subway! Isaac you're going to stay here and Derek is going to be getting a new apartment soon and then if you want to you can move there, but I won't have any of my pups living in an abandoned substation." Isaac had frozen when I went off on my little tangent and now I was worried I had done something wrong.

"I mean you can stay here if you want. You don't have to. I didn't mean to tell you what to do and—"I never got to finish because the next thing I knew I had an armful of Isaac as he wrapped himself around me like a baby koala.

I looked over his shoulder, as he buried his nose in my neck, and saw Derek watching us with a smile on his face. I wrapped my arms around Isaac's back and pulled him close as I felt wetness on my neck and then he started talking.

"I-I never had an-any-anyone ever care about m-m-me after my m-mom d-d-d-died. Of c-course I wanna stay with y-y-you. You're my m-m-mom." the longer Isaac talked the tighter he held on to me.

"Shhh, shh. It's okay. You can stay here as long as you want. Okay? It'll be okay, you can have the guest bedroom or sleep in my room with me if you want. You're welcome as long as you want to stay. I'll talk to my dad about it tonight, okay?" I rubbed his back as I talked. It made me feel good to know that my pup wanted to be lose to me and that he felt comfortable enough with me to consider me his mom.

Isaac hugged me for a few more minutes before I sent him to my room to lie down before dinner was ready. Derek and I went back to the kitchen to finish up dinner before my dad got home. As I was taking the cake and brownies out of the over I heard my dad's cruiser pull up and the front door open and close.

"Stiles? Whose Camaro is that in front of the house? Are we having a guest for din—"he stopped talking as he walked into the kitchen. His hand flew to his gun and he pulled it and pointed it at Derek.

"Hale what are you doing here? Stiles, get away from him. He's dangerous. Hale, why are you in my house? Who let you in?" my dad was furious, and he was still pointing the gun at Derek's chest.

I moved in front of Derek and held my hand's up placatingly.

"Dad, put the gun down. He's not dangerous, and he would never hurt me. I invited him and I let him in. Scott, Mrs. McCall, Derek and Isaac are al joining us for dinner. We have some stuff to tell you and Mrs. M." he immediately put his gun down when I stepped in front of Derek and as I was talking he holstered it.

"Isaac? Isaac Lahey? The missing murder suspect?" I could tell he was getting mad again.

"Yes, Dad, that Isaac. And he didn't murder anyone. He's innocent." I said.

"That's what they all say. We have motive, means, and opportunity. Plus an eyewitness who places Isaac at the scene having an altercation literally less than an hour before he died. He has no alibi and he was abused which gives him a reason to want his father dead. And the fact that he shows up here with my son after you were there when he escaped makes me wonder how much of a hand you really had in things." I could tell Dad was become increasingly frustrated by my seemingly gullibility.

"Actually Sheriff, he didn't have opportunity and he has an alibi. He was with me. And you'll understand Stiles' involvement after dinner." Derek spoke up.

"Well that makes me feel better. One suspected murderer alibied by another, previous murder suspect and a presently you're wanted for questioning on the escape of one Isaac Lahey. Now, tell me now what I want to know if you want to continue this dinner instead of me calling my deputies and taking you both into custody right now." After he finished speaking he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of jack. And it made me feel even worse that not only did he question my motives, he probably wouldn't approve of my mate, and now worst of all he was drinking again, and it was all my fault.

"Give me your gun Dad. And after I lock it in the safe and you sit down we'll tell you everything." I held my hand for the gun.

"Fine. But hurry up." And he handed the gun over and I walked to the stairs as Derek and my dad went to the den. (Haha. Pun intended.)

After I put up the gun I walked into my room to see Isaac setting up on the side of the bed watching me with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry I've caused problems with your dad. It seems like fathers everywhere have problems with me." The last was muttered brokenly under Isaac breath. I walked across the rum and sat beside him and put my hand under his chin and raised his eyes to meet mine.

"Hey, you listen to me. This is not your fault, we'll get through this, and everything will get better. There is nothing wrong with you. Now you lay down and take a nap, and that's an order from your alpha's mate. I'll wake you when it's time for dinner." I stood up and after he laid down I covered him up, kissed his forehead, turned out the light, and closed the door on my way downstairs. When I entered the den I was immediately immersed in the tension that had gathered during my absence. My dad was in his chair and Derek was sitting tensely on the edge of the couch. I walked over to the couch and sat beside Derek and took a deep breath this was going to be hard.