They passed the cage where Derek's sister was held and Stiles noted how Derek's eyes narrowed. Stiles hugged closer to him and Derek put an arm around him. "Can we tie up some of his injuries first?" Stiles asked looking over his shoulder for his dad.
"No." Came a response from someone not his dad.
"Don't worry." Derek said softly to Stiles. "We heal fast." Stiles looked back at Derek to see most of his cuts and bruises had healed and the huge gaping hole in his shoulder was now no more than a small gash. Stiles thought back to the girl wolf, Derek's sister. How her foot had been injured, but fine the next day.
They got to the main house where the prison was and Derek was locked up.
"Don't worry, you'll be out of here in no time." Stiles said from the other side of the cool bars.
"I can leave whenever i want." Derek said softly. "But if you want to be properly courted i figured i should stay." He said casually. Stiles's eyes went wide.
"You're doing this for me?" He asked. Somehow the idea vexed him. Derek had said he'd only do this if Stiles asked him. It was Stiles's fault this was happening in the first place and Derek was in jail and it was because Stiles asked him.
"That and my home was burned down." Derek said with a smirk.
"Stiles." Barked the sheriff's voice.
"I didn't do anything!" Stiles responded quickly, having heard his father say his name like that many times.
"Go home." Sheriff Stilinski said looking down at his son with a tired expression.
"But then Derek'll be all alone." Stiles said slipping an arm through the cold bars and putting his hand atop the other's head like one would pet a puppy. Derek looked about as close to a puppy as a brick.
"We've done all we can tonight. Go home." The sheriff said looking more exhausted than Stiles had ever seen him. Stiles hated seeing his dad look so overwhelmingly tired. He looked at Derek who was already watching him.
"I'll see you later sourwolf." Stiles smiled and winked before leaving.
"What is going to happen to me?" Derek asked looking at the father of the man he loved.
"The powers that be have decided your fate. I tried to help where i could, but i've been...asked...to leave my position as sheriff." He said looking at Derek with a battle between what he knew was right and what he knew the village needed behind his eyes.
"And that fate is death. And i suppose those powers that be have some special insight into how to make that a reality." Derek said softly. Mr. Stilinski nodded. "And you telling me this is your way of helping me? Giving me a chance to escape my fate?"
"No. Me telling you is my way of trying to sort out what i should do." Mr. Stilinski said looking exhaustingly conflicted. "They'll come check on you in a little while, put on a good show for them." The ex sheriff said vaguely before leaving. Derek's eyes narrowed.