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The Strongest Feelings

Chapter 5

(Part 1)

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It was around noon and Stiles was shopping at the local grocery store, the one that Scott worked at, with Derek in tow. The werewolf was less than impressed at being inside the store with his mate, but he had no choice. Stiles really wanted to impress his father and he wanted Derek to be involved in the process.

"Do you think we should have red beans?" Stiles asked picking up a can.

"If he's expecting a dinner from me, why don't I cook?" Derek asked and Stiles turned to Derek.

"You can cook?"

"I cooked for you before." He replied.

"Oh…oh, what do you have in mind?" Stiles asked.

Derek looked up and down the aisle for a moment before he took the cart from his mate and started to walk off. "Go talk to Scott or something." Derek said turning the corner leaving Stiles speechless.

"Great, yeah, he just walks away with my chart. Nice." Stiles mumbled before he walked off toward the counter where Scott was working. "How much time until your shift ends?" Stiles asked his friend.

Scott glanced at his phone. "In five minutes. I thought you were shopping around?"

"Derek took it over. He's going to cook my dad something for tonight."

"He can cook?"

"He said he cooked something for me before but I can't remember." Stiles shrugged just as a thin blonde haired boy, about 16, walked up to the register; he was pale, but he also looked sickly, with a healing scar under his eyes.

Scott stared at Stiles and Stiles stared back.

"Did you find everything okay?" Scott asked as he slowly started to ring up the items.

The boy nodded, avoiding eye contact with both boys.

"Do you go to Beacon High?" Stiles asked casually.

The boy looked up at him, his eyes a shocking deep blue. "Yes." He mumbled.

"Oh…" Stiles nodded. "Hear that Scott, he goes to Beacon High." Stiles grinned.

"I can hear, Stiles, jeez."

"D-do you…"

"What? Speak up!" Stiles said quickly and the boy looked up, then down, then away from both of them.

"Do…do you guys go there?" He asked, but it was barely above a whisper.

Scott was about to speak, but Stiles cut him off. "Nah, we graduated this year. Are you new to town? I've never seen you there?"

"Y…yeah…my dad and I…we just moved here."

"Oh, cool." Stiles nodded.

Scott turned to his friend. "What is wrong with you?" He hissed whispered.

"What I'm just trying to get some information!" Stiles hissed back in the same tone.

"I…I can hear you." The blonde said gaining the attention of the other two.

"Right…damn right you can." Stiles nodded in hard agreement.

"Where did you move from?" Scott asked ignoring his friend.

"We move-"

"Stiles!" Derek barked sternly from behind the teens. The boy jumped a little and turned around to find Derek staring at him intensely ten feet away. "Come here." He commanded.

"What? But Derek we're in the middle-"

"Now." The werewolf hissed.

Stiles slowly walked over to Derek. As soon as he was in arm range Derek grabbed him and pulled him behind him protectively.

The teen hastily tried to pay and grab his things, disappearing out the front of the store. Confused, Scott turned to them wondering what was going on.

"Derek what's wrong?" Stiles asked.

"He's a werewolf." The man said simply starting to relax. "Don't go near him again."

"Was he planning on killing me or something?"

"No." Derek turned to Stiles. "It doesn't matter what he was planning on doing, he could be dangerous."

"You sound crazy." Stiles said rolling his eyes and before walking over to their chart and looking in. "What are you planning on making?"

"Stiles…take this serious."

"I am…what's this?" Stiles pulled out a can, which Derek took from his hand. They stared at each other for a while before Scott cleared his throat causing them to break eye contact.

"Sooo…are you going to pay for that?" Scott asked waiting by the counter. Derek growled at him and the teen nodded and turned around.

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Back in the Hale house Derek was busy at work in the kitchen finish up dinner for the evening. Stiles was standing close by pacing back and forth waiting for his father to call him to tell him he was leaving work. Derek looked over his shoulder at his mate and gestured to the dining room. "Why don't you set the table?"

Stiles stopped and started at him. "Alright…okay…" The teen grabbed the dark green plates from the cabinet and started to set the table for three. "I just want this to go well."

"It will."

"I don't want him to hate you anymore."

"He won't."

"What if he hates everything…the house, you, me, the dinner, just…"

"Stiles…"

"And not to mention-"

"Did you take you Adderall?"

Stiles stopped mid step and looked back at Derek from the dining room. "Uhhh…"

Crap, crap, crap, no I didn't. "I have a lot to deal with; I don't have time for meds!"

"Just make sure you take the pills Deaton gave you." Derek said coming into the dining room. He touched the side of Stiles' cheek, making the boy look at him. "Everything will be okay, alright? You're dad loves you and I love you. Everything will be great." Derek said just as Stiles phone rang.

The teen fumbled his phone as he tried to open it quickly. "Hello?!"

"Hey, I'm on my way." Sheriff Stilinski said on the other end.

"Great, will be waiting on you!" Stiles quickly said. "You remember how to get here, right?"

"Yup, see you in a few, champ." His father hung up and Stiles looked at Derek.

"I'm scared."

"Don't be." Derek leaned down and kissed Stiles softly on the lips, the touch sent shivers down the teenager's body, causing him to relax into the other's touch. "If you ever get nervous just look at me, okay?"

"O…okay." Stiles said softly. Derek grinned at his mate, wrapping his arms around him and looking into his dark brown eyes. He loved seeing Stiles happy and when he wasn't he felt it down to his core. It bothered him deeply when Stiles wasn't fully happy. It was his job to protect him and that met emotionally too.

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Sheriff Stilinski pulled up to the front of the Hale house a while later. He stepped out of the car and stared up at the newly redone house. He had to admit it was a beautiful house and Derek had done a great job putting it together from the last time he saw the place while arresting the guy.

The sheriff shook his head, completely struck that his son managed find and date then get engaged to Derek Hale. The sight of the guy still made him uncomfortable. He was trying his best for his son to get along with the guy, but so god help him, Stiles was the only thing he had left in this world, and if he hurt his son he was going to break Derek's face.

Slowly, the sheriff made his way up the front steps of the house. He noticed the nice finish on the wood and the clean porch on the front. He even noticed how nice the red door looked repainted. It bothered him a little that he thought so much of Derek Hale's house, but the place really did look nice. He reached out and knocked on the door. From the other side he could hear Stiles yelling that he was there and to be nice. A moment later Derek opened the door and the Sheriff clenched his jaw.

"Derek."

"Sheriff Stilinski, come in." Derek said moving out the way for the older man to enter. He walked in and was surprised by how nice the house looked. The inside was fresh, clean, and open, while still keeping its old world charm.

"Hey dad!" Stiles said bounding around the corner. "Do you like it? The house?"

The sheriff nodded looking around. "Yeah, it's pretty nice. Nice job Derek."

"Thank you."

"Dinner is almost done so we can sit down if you want, I mean it would be awkward to sit here." Stiles said fidgeting a little as he walked. His father followed his son, shaking his head at how nervous he was.

Once the two were alone and Derek was in the kitchen making plates the sheriff ask how his son liked the new house.

"It's great. Derek really thought of everything." Stiles smiled. Even the nursery which I'm actually really happy about.

"Are you planning on moving into here once everything is done?"

"Y-yeah…I mean Derek already got rid of his loft so this is the only option. BUT I'll defiantly visit you at home!" Stiles nodded as Derek entered the room with three plates of food, which is set down in front of everyone.

Sheriff Stilinski was impressed to find that Derek cooked an amazing meal of pasta, salad, stuffed peppers, and small cuts of meat. It tasted great to boot. "Did Stiles cook most of this or something?" He asked.

"No!" Stiles said. "Derek insistent on cooking for you. I was going to."

"Well done, Derek."

"Thank you, sir." Derek said casually.

The rest of the meal went smoothly and the more Mr. Stilinski talked, listened, and watched Stiles and Derek together he couldn't help, in this setting, to feel better about the two together. They were moving fast, that he wouldn't have predicted from such a short time ago, but he knew Stiles couldn't stay with him forever. He had to grow up. It was just going to be hard to see his only son leave him.

"Everything was great, Derek." Stiles smiled.

"Thanks." Derek grinned a little, but his expression was still serious. That was one thing the sheriff always noticed, was how serious Derek was.

"What do you guys do around here for fun?" The sheriff asked.

"Usually I read research books and Derek exercises." Stiles said shrugging.

"What about together? You guys don't fix cars or go swimming or something?"

At that Derek coughed laughed.

"Dad…" Stiles mumbled.

"What?" The sheriff asked. "I'm curious."

"We go for walks sometimes." Derek said answering the man's question finally.

"So you're a big fitness junky?"

"I wouldn't say junky. It's just who I am." Derek replied.

The sheriff nodded at that. The group shared a few more pleasantries before the sheriff stood ready to go.

"I'll walk you to your car!" Stiles said standing up to quickly, tripping on a table leg, and falling face first on the ground. The two older men stared at Stiles as he slowly got up.

The sheriff shook his head covering his mouth, hiding his laughter while Derek, with a smug grin, went to help Stiles up.

"I'm fine, I got it." Stiles said as he got to his feet and ushered his father outside to his car.

"Well Stiles." The sheriff started. "I'm…actually impressed."

"Really?" Stiles asked. "Which about the most?"

"All of it. I've been thinking about the two of you a lot lately. And I keep thinking about how much Derek has been there for you. After you told me about the nightmares and everything…I…it seems right. To me now. I understand."

"So…you're okay with this?"

The sheriff was silent for a moment, unsure or whether or not to keep himself on the fence another day. But in Derek's presence Stiles looked so happy, happier than he had seen his son in a while.

"If…IF I allow you two to marry and go ahead with all of this I expect something in return Stiles."

"What, anything, you name it?" The teen asked ready to comply with whatever it could be.

"I want you to be more open with me and I want Derek to stay out of trouble. I don't want anything happening around his town anymore relating to him if you're going to marry him, okay?"

"So…so you're okay? You're completely okay now with this?"

The sheriff nodded. "I thought I never would be, but Derek seems right. I'll allow it."

Stiles let out a high pitch squeal as he attacked his father with a hug. "I love you so much dad, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, Stiles. I love you too." The sheriff laughed and hugged his son back.

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Stiles was waiting by the front door texting Scott and waiting for Derek to come downstairs so they could leave. It was almost nightfall which meant they didn't have much time to do what they needed to do. Stiles had told Derek three times to be ready to go by 5, but it was now 5:30 and the teenager was getting nervous. What if they didn't make it back in time?

"Relax." Derek said sensing Stiles' anxiety while coming downstairs.

"Why aren't you worried about this?" Stiles asked tapping his foot ready to go.

"Because I have some kind of self-control, Stiles."

"Say that to me again around midnight." The teen mumbled stepping outside the Hale house with Derek behind him, but the man stopped mid step. Stiles turned around when he noticed Derek's shadow wasn't beside his own. "What's wrong?"

"Someone's here." The werewolf said looking around.

"We don't have time for this!" Stiles grumbled.

"Stiles, be quite!"

"Jesus!" The teen threw his hands up in the air. Derek blocked out his mate for a moment concentrating on the forest around them. He started to walk south, then turned east a little.

"What is it, Derek?" Stiles asked, but received no reply. Instead the werewolf began to phase, his bones cracking in certain places creating the framework for a stronger body as he walked with ease.

Stiles watched as Derek disappeared into the woods. He contemplated getting into the SUV, but decided against it and instead sat on the front steps of the house waiting. A while later a large flock of birds flew from the tops of the trees and Stiles wondered if that met something good or bad. He stood, ready to run or fight. Probably run…most defiantly run.

A moment later there was a loud growl, it rumbled through the woods, causing more birds to fly. Stiles held onto the rail of the stairs, wondering what to do next.

A second later a boy came running out from the woods, and right away Stiles knew who he was. It was the kid Scott had smelled fear from, the same kid that Derek growled at in the store. The kid tripped as he ran, but got back up quickly, barely missing a step as Derek walked from out of the woods into the clearing.

"What the hell do you want?" Derek growled.

"Nothing!" The teen yelled holding his hands up. "I'm sorry!"

"You're on my land, you're in my territory!" Derek seethed.

"I didn't know!" The teen yelled.

Stiles watched them talk, but from a safe distance near the front door of the house. He didn't want to get involved, mostly because he knew if he put a foot on the ground Derek would growl at him like a kid…he was going to kick him in the shin the next time he growled at him…Derek doesn't scare me…not as much…I mean sometimes like now it's pretty scary…but he wouldn't hurt me…

Derek strolled to the teen, closing the distance between them instantly. He grabbed the teenager's shirt collar and shoved him up against a tree. "I could rip you're throat out right now and eat it." Derek hissed at the boy. "But for the sake of my mate, I won't."

"I'm sorry!" The kid said again, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"NAME!"

"Iss-"

"NAME!"

"Isaac!" The teen cried.

"Who's your alpha?"

"I don't have one!"

Derek dropped the kid to the ground, and relaxed a little. "How did you get here?"

"M…my dad. We moved here and things got out of hand, and I didn't mean to and I just…I…" Isaac started to sob. "I didn't mean too, but he…he pushed me to do it. He deserved it!"

His last three words surprised Derek slightly. He "deserved it"? It didn't take much to realize that the boy had killed his father. Where was the body? Derek didn't care. He looked over to Stiles who was staring at them with his mouth agape.

"Get up." Derek commanded.

The teen stumbled to get up and once up Derek grabbed him by the back of the neck and leaned close to his ear. "If you even think about touching him I'll murder you, where you stand, you hear me?"

"Y-yes!" Isaac said quickly.

"How long have you been like this?"

"About four months." The boy said and Derek nodded. It wasn't unlikely that Peter could have created this kid too, but Derek didn't want to jump to conclusions. He wasn't going to let this kid run around feral either. He could kill someone else and really cause a problem for him and other werewolves. Derek pushed the boy forward toward the house and Stiles straightened up a little waiting for whatever Derek was about to do.

"He's name is Isaac." Derek said flatly.

"Are you going to keep him?" Stiles asked.

Derek turned to Isaac.

"I don't have a place to go." The kid said quickly. "I can do whatever you want. I can clean your house, I can cook, I'm good with kids, I…"

"Alright, jeez." Derek let go of him again.

"So you're not going to kill me?" Isaac asked.

"You're not a threat, you don't have an alpha."

"Are you an alpha?" The teen asked innocently enough, but it caused Stiles to raise an eyebrow. He never did ask Derek what is rank was. He was always alone.

"Now that Peter is gone, yeah." Derek said answering a silent question Stiles had.

"Peter?" Isaac asked and Stiles nodded slowly.

"Wait here." Derek said opening the front door and ushering Stiles inside the white house. He closed the door and waited for Stiles to ask what he knew was going to be a slew of questions.

"So you're just going let him stay? What if he's dangerous? After that whole thing the other day you're just going to allow him to stay here? Are you crazy? Nah, you have to be stupid. I mean what if he does haven an alpha? And how long have you known you've been an alpha? I don't trust this…I mean how do you just accept him like that?" Stiles went on for a while calling Derek stupid and crazy and asking loads of questions about why Derek would allow Isaac into their house, and once Stiles realized that Derek wasn't answering him he got quiet.

"I know I was a little over protective the other day but if he's just going around Beacon Hills without an alpha things can get dangerous for all of us."

"So you're going to make him a beta or something?"

"More like an omega. He has to earn his place."

"How does this work?"

"I mark him with my claws."

Stiles nodded a few times before calling Derek stupid.

"Look, we are going to need more protection anyway when we have the baby." Derek explained and Stiles grew silent thinking about how much of a problem safety would be while he was holding a baby. Derek couldn't do everything, he was right.

"What about Scott?"

"Scott's…a different thing."

"How?"

"I don't like him."

"But you like Isaac?"

"Stiles."

"Do whatever you want. But it's six now!" Stiles said angry. This was the first time Stiles was actually completely upset with Derek over a matter. He decided to go upstairs and just ignore the problem for a while. It seems they wouldn't be going out tonight before the sun set.

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Hello everyone!

As you can tell by the name I had to cut this chapter in half because I was trying to fit so much into it that before I knew it it was twice as long as any other chapter I had written before! So hopefully you guys won't mind. On the flip side the second half should be out sooner rather than later!

But hey, there are some good points in this chapter! Sheriff Stilinski is finally completely and one hundred percent into Stiles and Derek getting married! Whoo!

On top of that, wot's..wot's that? Could it be Isaac? Yes! He's here! He'll be playing in important role along with Scott in future chapters!

Until next time my lovelies!