Alright here is that latest chapter once again probably far from perfected. Sorry it took so long to get it here. It was a bitch to write, No one wanted to play for me in this chapter. And as I have forgotten to say this before cause I'm just that kind of loser. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWERS, AND FAVORITES. I LOVE YOU ALL.

Stiles woke to his alarm clock going off. Derek was already there watching him.

"Good morning," Derek said with a smile. Shit that man need to smile more often it was the best thing Stiles had ever seen.

"Morning to you," Stiles said back. Stile got up and got dressed and Derek helped him downstairs.

"Dad why aren't you at work?" Stiles asked. Not that it bothered him his dad was there just this was the first time in a long while he'd been here this time of day.

"I called in and told them I'd be in a bit later. I wanted to talk to you. I'm not so distraught this morning." His dad said.

"Sure dad what's up?" Stiles said.

"So who all knows about the werewolves? And who all is in the pack?"

"Not to many know about the wolves." Derek started, "Melissa, Mr. Argent, obviously Dr. Deacon, Alison, and Lydia."

"The pack consistences of Erica Reyes, Issac Lahey, Boyd aka Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, and Scott kind of." Stiles said.

"You mean Melissa knew before me?" His dad asked sounding hurt.

"No one told her. She found out during the raid on the police station. Matt shot Scott during, it causing him to shift and she seen."

"I think that would be a worse way to be let in on the secret." His dad said flat, "How did all of you become wolves?"

"I was born, it just ran in my family. Scott got bit by Uncle Peter shortly after he killed Laura. And I've turned the other since then."

"WHY?" Stiles knew his dad was mad. He had a decent idea of everything, he figured from Deacon.

"Where stronger in numbers, literally." Derek told him.

"So you just bite them?" Dad asked.

"No I didn't I gave them the choice. I pride myself on that. I won't change anyone against their will. I informed them of everything pros and cons."

"The Argents I'm assuming are the cons."

"Mainly though there are other. Lack of control on the full moon is another."

"It's help Erica the most out of all of them though. She hasn't had a seizure since she turned." Stiles said, trying to show his dad it wasn't all bad.

"Is Issac the one who killed his father?"

"No that was Matt, we're unsure of how he did it but we know it had to do with him nearly drowning in the Lahey's pool." Derek said.

"How are you unsure of how?"

"I didn't bit him and only an alpha can change someone." Derek told him.

"I see, so he had found some other source of power."

"That's the best we can figure." Stiles told his father. Stiles wasn't sure if he how he should feel about how well he had gotten at lying to his father. On one hand he knew most of it now, but some how he still felt like he had to protect his father from some of it.

"How did he drowned in the river?"

"Gerard Argent drowned him and throw him into the river. No one knew until he had already done it. He was psycho but he could have been help. He was to young to die like that." Derek said. Stiles never knew that's how Derek felt. It made since he lost so many people death couldn't be his favorite answer.

"I can understand. We'll talk about the sleeping arrangement when I get back from my shift," His dad said standing.

Stiles set at the table while Derek made breakfast. It was a simple this morning. Derek figured it was best to tell Chris and be done with it. He ate his food quick and Stiles managed to keep pace.

"Why the rush big guy?" Stiles asked.

"I going to talk to Chris about all of this," Derek replied.

"Cool I'm coming with," Stiles said.

Derek figured he could argue about it or he could just give in. Since he figured Stiles would find a way he just gave in. Derek helped Stiles upstairs, they both went to their rooms to get dressed.

Derek was waiting for Stiles to finish getting ready. Damn did he suddenly turn into a girl. Derek decide to check on him after nearly fifteen minutes. Some how he had got his jeans caught on the bed frame and tie his legs in them. And rather than call Derek to help he was trying to untie the mess himself, despite the fact he was stuck face down and couldn't reach.

"Stiles what hell did you do?" Derek asked looking at him, "You didn't make any noise doing this and if I didn't know any better I'd say someone did this TOO YOU."

"Well I've been trying to figure it out and I'm still not sure I caught my pant leg on the frame trying to put them on. Then next thing I knew I was fighting trying to get it loose and then I was tied up before I knew it."

"I can't believe I really thought about leaving you here. You're a walking disaster." Derek said laughing as he untied Stiles from the fabric.

"I am not. Well maybe a little but I can't help that." Stiles looked flustered.

"So why didn't you call for help?" Derek asked.

"I didn't want you to think I'm a walking Disaster."

"To late Stiles you've already set that impression." Derek said with a grin.

"Oh well, this was all worth it just to see that smile."

Derek finished untying him and helped him with his pants to prevent a repeat performance. Derek help Stiles downstairs and to the car. Stiles actually was quite the whole way not seeming uncomfortable in it. Smelling nervous though, not that Derek could blame him.

Derek help the boy out and to the door. Derek had a supporting arm around him as he knocked on the door. They waited hoping that Chris Argent was home. He finally answered the door a minute or two later.

"Yes Derek what can I do for you?" Chris asked.

"Could we come in so he can get off his leg?"

"Yes I doubt you're going to try anything with Stiles here." Chris said backing way making room for them to pass through the door.

"Thank you," Stiles said as they crossed the door.

"What can I do for you boys?" Chris asked.

"I came to talk about my phone call the other day." Derek pressed.

"I see and what about it?" Chris supplied after Derek hadn't gone any farther.

"It's me that found my mate." Derek said.

"And just to get this out before you ask, it me Mr. Argent," Stiles chirped.

Chris looked mad, "Why did you act on this Derek? He's a kid. Does he even fully grasp all of it?"

"What do you mean why? One of the Alphas attacked him because of it. And if you'd like to know we're both don't really fully grasp this." Derek knew he shouldn't show weakness to the hunter. Still after everything it was hard to really deal with all of it when someone what to attack it.

"Derek, Allison told me he got hurt but not why. And I wish I could help you, but you know what I know about this." Chris said.

"She didn't say because I asked her not to. I wanted to explain it all to you. I believe you about not knowing more. Allison had said she thought this would go better in person than over the phone." Derek said.

"Don't worry Mr. Argent I only got scratched and it doesn't seem to cause the change," Stiles added probably hoping it relax this a bit.

"That good Stiles, how bad is it?" Chris asked bending in front of Stiles, whom was seated at a stool. He was trying to look at the wound, but Derek couldn't stop the growl that escaped him.

"It okay I wouldn't think of hurting him," Chris said. Derek had figured it would have escalated everything but Chris acted like he didn't even notice as he rolled Stiles pant leg up to see the stitched section of his leg.

"Sorry" Derek said feeling slightly embarrassed at his own behavior.

"It's alright, normal actually." Chris said.

"Normal?" Derek asked.

"I told you I've seen mated wolves before. Another couple like you and Stiles. Well kind of they were a man and a woman. But he was human and she was a were. He'd gotten hurt and when I tried to touch him she growled far more aggressively than you just did." Chris explained.

Chris looked the wound over. He rolled Stiles pant leg down. He stood looking at them and said. "Did they give you something to keep it cleaned or detections on how to?"

"Um... They said to clean it with rubbing alcohol and now to get it wet for at least three weeks."

"Give me a second." Mr. Argent said walking away.

"Here clean it with this. Derek do everyone a favor and don't be around when he does." He said coming back.

"Why are you helping us and why can't Derek be around when I use this." Stiles asked.

"Because you're a human. And Derek can't be around because it will make him sick."

"Here," Stiles said holding the contain out, "if it could hurt him in any way I'm not going to risk it."

"Stiles rubbing alcohol isn't going to cut it. The wound will get infected and that will stop it from happening."

"And I thank you for caring enough to offer it to me. But if it can hurt him when I'm using it then it can hurt him after its on my skin and I can't risk that." Stiles told him. Derek admired the boys caring.

"Stiles maybe we should just use it. Chris has a lot of experience in cleaning werewolf inflicted wounds." Derek said.

"We could ask Dr. D if he's got anything to help," Stiles replied, "Sorry Mr. Argent I don't want to seem ungrateful it just I can't risk it."

"No need to worry Stiles I should have thought it through. You're not wrong, it could hurt him if he touched." Chris said.

"We probably should be going and getting out of your hair." Derek said helping Stiles up.

"Thank you boys for coming and talking to me about this." Chris said seeing them to the door.

Derek and Stiles stopped by Dr. Deacons office to ask about what Mr. Argent said.

"Hello boys what can I help you with?" Dr. Deacon call from the back.

"We talked to Mr. Argent," Derek called there were people in the office, "Thought maybe we could talk about something with you."

"It okay come on back." Dr. Deacon called.

"Okay," Derek called, Stiles had to open the partitions gate since it was made of mountain ash.

"What is going on?" Deacon asked.

"Mr. Argent said Stiles leg looks like it might be getting infected and that rubbing alcohol wouldn't cut it." Derek told him.

Stiles also said, "The only thing he had to offer to help could have hurt Derek and that just doesn't work out well."

"I see when I'm done with our little friend here and he's on his way home I'll check your leg." Dr. D said looking over the teacup poodle. He gave the animal a clean bill of health and sent him on his way.

"Stiles if you'd roll up your pant leg I'll get some things around to check it over." Dr. Deacon said directing Stiles to hop onto the small table and moving about the room with purpose.

He looked at the wound. He rubbed something on it. "Shit that burns Doc is that okay."

"No," He said washing it off quickly.

"What was that." Stiles asked.

"More than likely the same thing Chris had offered you." Dr. Deacon said looking at the bottles he had by him.

"Why did it burn, He didn't act like it would do that." Derek said.

"Because your mated to him and its an alpha inflicted wound." Deacon said.

"I'm not following the mountain ash isn't stopping him." Derek commented.

"None of your weaknesses will bother him normally. But he's gained some of your healing abilities through the bond. And since an alpha inflicted this wound his body is reacting to them coming into contact with the wound."

"Really, so I have super healing then why isn't that healed yet?" Stiles asked.

Derek rolled his eyes, "Because Stiles wounds inflicted by an alpha, even if alpha to alpha, the wounds heal slower."

"Oh," Stiles said.

"Yes, Derek is correct," Deacon said in his matter of fact tone, "Truthfully Derek the only thing I think that won't cause problems is if you clean the wounds."

"We have been cleaning them." Stiles said puzzled.

"No not like that Stiles," Derek informed him, "Like an animal would clean its wounds or its mates."

"So your say the best thing he could do is lick my leg?" Stiles asked.

"Yes that is precisely was I'm saying. A wolf's saliva has antibodies that cleans a wound." Deacon said with a wink as the door jingled notifying someone entry.

"Well thank you," Derek said helping Stiles down after he'd rolled his pant leg down, "I'm glad you could give us a non lethal way to get the raccoons to move."

The sly way to hide the truth was a waste it was Issac who had entered. "What raccoons?" Issac asked.

"Why aren't you in school?" Derek asked.

"I'm here to start my work release that Dr. Deacon helped set up," Issac explained, "You've been busy with Stiles I figured I'd fill you in about it after things calmed down."

"Yes I don't have enough work for both him and Scott after school so I helped him get work release set up." Dr. Deacon confirmed.

"Then you mind everything Dr. Deacon tells you. You hear me Issac." Derek told him.

"Yes sir. I will." Issac said with a salute.

Derek got them to the car and drove them home they passed the day paying the Xbox. And reading information off the site Derek had gotten from Eric. Derek knew a lot of thing but far from everything. The information made that more clear as they read. Derek had seen a lot of weird thing but some of what the site was talking about was almost unbelievable. Finally the sheriff got home.

"So would it up set you both if I asked you two to sleep apart for a bit longer." Mr. Stilinski said getting straight to the point.

"No that's fine." Stiles said. Derek knew the boy was lying and he agreed even though he wanted to spend his nights with Stiles.

Derek help Stiles upstairs and helped him get ready for bed. Then cleaned the wound hoping the sheriff didn't come to check on them. Stiles was wiggling with every touch of Derek's Tongue. Finally Derek felt satisfied he had clean all wound and left the boy. Derek got to his room and couldn't sleep.

The next day was long, neither of them had slept that night. They ended up taking a nap on the couch. Stiles laying on Derek hoping if Mr. Stilinski came home and caught them it wouldn't look so bad in a public space. After they had gotten up they made sure to go to "bed" before Mr. Stilinski had gotten home.

On the third morning since their bonding Derek had gotten up to us the bathroom. He thought the Sheriff was gone but he ran nearly face first into the man coming out of his room.

"Derek are you alright. You don't look so good." Mr. Stilinski said with concern.

"Yeah I'm fine just didn't sleep good."

"Are you sure it doesn't look like you've slept at all in the past few days."

"Yeah I'm fine," Derek lied he felt like hell. He could pass out he was so tired but sleep hadn't claimed him other than the nap with Stiles on the couch.

Derek wasn't sure what made Stiles come out of his room but he stopped at seeing them both.

"Why do you both look like that? You both look like so tired." The Sheriff commented.

"We're fine Dad," Stiles had tried to lie but his voice was weak sounding.

"Derek is this from you two sleep apart. And I swear to god if I think you're lying I'll clock you." Mr. Stilinski said.

"Dad breath we're good I swear. We just haven't slept well is all." Stiles crocked.

"Bull shit Stiles Stilinski. Try again." His Father said.

"Honestly we haven't slept at all, other than a nap we took together on the couch yesterday."

"Why haven't you told my?" Mr. Stilinski pushed.

"Because Dad we've turned you world upside down enough without pushing you into something you weren't ready for."

"Derek, Stiles I DON'T care if I'm pushed into something. You two obviously needed to be sleeping in the same bed. I don't care what I have to accept if it mean you two aren't going to get sick." Mr. Stilinski said with some sadness.

"We were just..." Stiles was cut off by his father.

"I. DON'T. CARE. It was hurting the both of you. Now just go get some sleep. TOGETHER." He said turning and walking down the steps to the first floor.

Derek told Stiles to wait there. Derek went and relieved himself and washed his hand. Derek came back and scooped Stiles up and walked into his room. Derek figured they'd be more comfortable in the big guest bed than in Stiles single sleeper. Derek remembered laying them down and his arms around Stiles before he slipped into a deep slumber.

Derek dreamed for what seemed like the first time in a long time. It was a good dream. Laura was there in a that open Field they played in as kids. She was telling Derek how proud she was that he had Stiles and how much she like him. She told him how good he was for Derek. Derek hadn't been so happy in a long time. Just setting in that field with the sun pouring down on them as they talked.