DISCLAIMER: I, in no way, own any part of the tv show TEEN WOLF. I have, however, had a wonderful dream about Tyler Hoechlin that I wish would come true.
A/N: Was thinking and I thought this one-shot had the potential for a ch. fic and so I am going for it. It will only be a few chapters, maybe 5 or 6, but who knows with me. Anyways...hopefully, enjoy.
Sheriff John Stillinski had been peacefully sleeping in his nice big King size bed, dreaming that he was on a deserted island with Milla Jovovich. Swinging in a hammock, under the shade of two palm trees and the hot sun beating down on them as he held her close and drank a beer. She moved against him, wrapping one of her deliciously long legs around one of his and leaned up to to whisper in his ear. However, instead of sweet nothings, he heard the ear piercing wail of a phone.
His cell phone to be exact.
Groaning and covering his head with his pillow, John reached out blindly and grabbed the offending object.
"Stillinski." It was his Deputy. The voice on the other end of the line became slightly hysterical as he explained the situation. John sprang up in bed. His pillow falling to the floor, forgotten, as he listened to his deputy's voice on the other end.
"I'll be right there."
He hung up and ran a hand over his face, "Just what I need, another fucking murder."
Getting out of his bed, he headed to his bathroom and made quick work of showering, shaving, and brushing his teeth. Moving back into his bedroom, he grabbed his clean and pressed uniform from the back of his door where Stiles had hung it.
Donning the tan uniform and standard issue boots, John grabbed his badge, gun, and keys from inside his side table and made sure his gun was secured in his holster before leaving the room.
Walking the short distance down the hallway to Stiles' door and knocked lightly on the wood, "Hey kid."
A groan, then a yelp, followed by shuffling, and a thump, made it to John's ears and his brow drew together in worry, "Stiles?"
His hand clamped over the door knob and he turned it, "Stiles? You okay? What was that thump?"
Stiles was sitting up in his bed, his eyes wide, alert, his face was slightly pale as he looked at his father, "Thump? What thump?"
"Stiles." John gave his son a 'look'.
"Thump, thump, thump...oh!," Stiles rolled off the bed and fell to the floor, "...that thump? Was that the thump you heard? Cause if it was, then it was just me falling out of bed after having my beautiful slumber being disturbed by someone knocking on my bedroom door at..." Stiles glanced at his bedside clock, "five-twenty-six in the very obvious crack of dawn."
John rolled his eyes, "Point. I just came in to tell you I was called in early and probably won't be home till late."
Stiles fiddled with his comforter, "What else is new."
"Stiles..." John sighed and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the oak door, "Not now, please. I was just called in on another animal attack/murder down at the hospital and I really don't ned the guilt trip."
Stiles' face morphed into the kicked puppy look he had mastered at age seven and he sniffled. John sighed, "Listen, maybe if I get this whole thing squared away I can take a few days off and we can go camping. Just you and me, okay?"
Stiles looked up at his dad in surprise, "Really?"
Stillinski Sr. smiled back at his son, "Yeah, Stiles, really."
Stiles licked his lips and glanced towards the open window that Derek had moments ago jumped out of, "Can I...maybe, invite a friend?"
Surprise came over John's face before a smirk took it's place, "A friend or a friend?" he asked.
"A...ah, a friend." Stiles eyes glanced from the comforter he was playing with, to the window, to his dad's face, and back again. His cheeks tinged slightly with pink.
"Sure. That'd be fine, but she's sleeping in your tent and you're sharing mine, that understood?"
"Um, well, you see, she's not..." Stiles stopped, let out a breath and looked his dad square in the eye, "She's not a she."
"Not a..." John's look of surprise had Stiles' eyes drifting down to the floor and his son's hand running through his short hair, a nervous habit.
"I knew I shouldn't have-"
"That's fine, Stiles, really. I was just a little surprised. I mean, what about that Martin girl you were so hung up on?"
"I still love her-" a sound, not unlike a dog growling, filtered into the room through the open window.
"What was that noise?"
"Nothing! Uh, my stomach, you know how hungry I am in the mornings."
"So what about that girl you-"
Interrupting his father before he could finish that sentence, Stiles shouted, " LIKE A FRIEND! A friend, that's all."
"Hm. Okay, well I want to meet this guy before we go camping. Invite him over for dinner tomorrow night and we can get to know each other. I'll show him my gun collection."
Stiles groaned and thumped his head on his bed, "Dad."
"Just sayin'. So how long have you and..." John paused and motioned his hand for Stiles to fill in the blank. When all he got was a wide eyed innocent look from his son he continued on, "How long have you guys been dating without tellin' your dear old dad?"
"Um, about fifteen hours give or take." Stiles said sheepishly.
"Fifteen hours? You've only known this guy for fifteen hours! How do you even know he's a good guy? He could be a criminal, a murderer, a psychotic animal with a hunger for young teens!" John finished his mini rant and saw Stiles' face twitching, his lip quirking up and a snort escaping from him. He was trying to hold in his laughter, John realized.
"What's so funny kid?" Anger laced his voice.
Stiles coughed to hide the slight giggle that escaped, "Nothing. Nothing Dad, sorry, it's just we started...dating fifteen hours ago, but we've actually known each other for awhile."
"It's not Scott is it?"
"Ew! Dad, no!" Stiles cringed, "Dude, he's like... my brother. Seriously, gross!"
"Sorry, sorry," John threw his hands up in the air defensively, "So you gonna tell me his name or do I have to go to your school and interrogate every male there till I find-"
John's cell phone blared to life and they both knew it was his Deputy calling to see why he wasn't at the hospital yet. "You're needed Batman." Stiles said, having been saved by the bell. Hm, I wonder what ever happened to Tiffani-Amber Thiessen, he thought with a smile on his face.
He was brought back by his father stating, "This conversation's not over."
John smiled at Stiles before turning and walking out of Stiles' room. He answered his phone with a clipped, "Stillinski."
Stiles could hear his Dad reassuring his deputy that he was on his way, as he walked down the hallway and then stairs.
He got up from the floor. The front door open and close, his Dad's cruiser start up and then pull away from the house. Sirens blaring.
Not a second after his father's cruiser left, he felt arms of steel wrap around his waist and a voice growl in his ear, "It better only be as friends Stiles cause I. Don't. Share."
Stiles stiffened, not yet used to the Werewolf being so...touchy feel-y. Derek placed a couple of kisses just under the shell of Stiles left ear and smirked into the soft skin. The younger teen moaned and sagged against the broad chest behind.
"Derek?"
"Hm." Derek moaned into Stiles' skin as he continued to kiss and suck at the pale throat.
"You heard everything right?" Stiles placed one hand on Derek's forearm and the other twisted back to grab the back of Derek's head as the Wolf nibbled on his throat. He figured he'd enjoy this before the now Alpha, his-mate-is-a-totally-hot-Werewolf-Alpha-take-that-girls-who-ignored-me-my-whole-life, remembered the rest of the father and son conversation.
"Yes."
It was a few very pleasurable minutes for Stiles before the mouth on his neck stilled and he was turned to face Derek's unreadable face. Forest green eyes probed the dark chocolate colored doe eyes of the younger male.
"Does this mean you're not ashamed of me? Of this?" Derek question, gesturing between the two.
"Dude, what? Why would I be?"
"Cause I am all those things that you're father said. A criminal, a murderer, an animal."
"Okay. First off..." Stiles punched the Werewolf in the shoulder.
Derek growled, "What was that for?"
"Calling yourself all those names was one of the dumbest things I've ever heard. You know it's a good thing you're pretty."
Derek gave him a bewildered look, "Excuse-?"
"Not done!" Stiles interrupted, raising his finger to the ceiling. Derek growled and then crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look intimidating.
Stiles ignored him and ticked off reasons on his fingers for why Derek was wrong, "One, you are not a criminal. Have you ever stolen anything in your life?"
Derek smirked and turned sappy eyes to Stiles, "Besides your heart, no."
"Oh my God, no, bad Derek. That was awful." Stiles said, but couldn't help smiling at the cheesy chick flick line. "See, then you can scratch criminal off the list. Next, Murderer. As far as I know, you've only killed one person and that was in defense of your extremely attractive and charismatically adorable mate-to-be. Totally counts as self defense dude."
Derek dropped his arms from his sides and moved forward, placing them on Stiles' hips, "What about the animal part? Truer words. I am one of the most dangerous animals out there Stiles and I could hurt you."
Stiles wound his arms around Derek's neck, "I could probably hurt you just as much as you could hurt me, well, emotionally, at least. As for the teeth and claws part, well, I'm looking forward to when that part of our...courtship, mate-ship, or relationship, whatever, comes to that. Judging by what happened last night at the hospital though, I doubt that you'd really cause me any type of physical damage."
Stiles finished and Derek pulled his boy closer to him, holding him tightly while nuzzling at Stiles neck, "Thank you." It was a whisper of words that Stiles didn't think he'd ever hear from the Alpha and it made him smile.
They held each other, both savoring the feeling of being close, until Stiles remembered where his dad had gone too and became worried, "Derek?"
"Yeah?"
"What if they find something at the hospital to tie us to your Uncle's death? What if they find out what he was and they come after you cause you guys were family and then they get an angry mob together and hunt us down and when we're cornered they'll grab us and tear us apart. They'll take you for experimentation and torture me to get you to give up all kinds of Werewolf information or they could kill me and-" His mate's heartbeat was going wild as his imagination ran away, so Derek cut him off with a harsh kiss.
It probably wasn't the best idea he had considering kissing wouldn't exactly let Stiles have the breath he needed after that long tirade, but the more Stiles talked, the angrier he got. Just the thought, mention, of Stiles going through all of that left him angry and filled with rage that anyone would do those things. It was just like when he had faced all the horrible things Peter had said in the hospital. All the emotions he had felt then came rushing back and he held Stiles impossibly closer as he plundered his young mate's mouth.
When Stiles' heart-beat became more erratic for lust instead of fear, Derek slowed the kiss down. He pulled away, leaving pecks on the corners of his boy's mouth, then his cheek, then down his neck, before moving back up to his mouth. Placing one last kiss on the slightly swollen lips.
"Now who's being dumb. You know I won't let any of that happen. I'd kidnap you first." Derek slipped his hands under the t-shirt Stiles wore and rubbed small soothing circles on his boy's hips with his thumbs.
Stiles had calmed down with the mini make-out session and was a little peeved when he had been called dumb afterward, but got rightfully pissed at the kidnap remark. "You'd kidnap me? The hell? What about my dad and Scott? What would happen to them? Scott has barely even scratched the surface of getting this wolf thing under control and I'm all my dad has left. Am I supposed to just up and run away with my Werewolf lover into the sunset and lea-
"Stiles!"
"What?" Stiles pulled his arms from around Derek's neck and crossed them over his chest.
"I wouldn't take you away from your father or abandon Scott. You'd still be able to contact them through various means and I'd try to help him best I could from where we would be hiding, but yes, I would kidnap you. You are my first priority now and if there was even a remote chance of any of those scenarios you babbled on about happening, I would take you and get the hell out of dodge."
"Really?"
"Yes, Stiles, really."
Stiles unfolded his arms and placed them back on Derek's shoulders, he leaned in and gave the older male a chaste kiss. "Sorry, I overreacted."
Smiling Derek said, "I wouldn't expect anything less. Now it's,"- Green yes glanced at the bedside clock- "almost six. Just about time for you to get up and ready for school. How about you go take a shower and I'll prepare your usual bowl of coma inducing sugar cereal."
"Sounds good. Although it does leave me with the problem of who's going to wash my back if you're downstairs playing housewife. I guess I could call Scott or maybe Lydia and see if they'd be able to come over and help me." Stiles said as he moved from Derek's grasp and towards the bathroom.
A snarl reverberated through the room and Stiles ran inside the bathroom, followed by Derek, who slammed the door after him. Chasing his young mate inside. A laugh and a growl both sounded in the room before being covered by the sound of running water.