Aaaaaaaah! I HAVE BEEN WRITING ANGST FOR FOUR (4) CHAPTERS STRAIGHT! YES, I DID 65 BEFORE POSTING A NEW CHAPTER, BECAUSE I HAVE NO PERSONAL CONSTITUTION. Also I haven't gotten any reviews on AO3 or here for like? Several chapters, SOOOO, I figured you guys weren't dying for another chapter, and this way I can post this and 63 now, and leave you guys to stew for a bit while I write 66 and post 64/65 when I'm done with 66, so I can start on 67, and BOOM we have 1 reserve instead of 2/3/4! Magic! Here we go!

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Chris watched as Derek pulled into the gas station. Of course he knew what his daughter's plans were that night. It's not like her friend Lydia was the most discredit person, and it helped that the sweet dear seemed oblivious to Chris'... distaste for their friend's boyfriend. It wasn't entirely clear to him to what extent Stiles was aware of his familiarity with Derek Hale. He could hardly believe the sprinkler incident was an accident, but if not, Stiles was a good damn liar, which didn't seem to be the case. However he certainly seemed to know that Chris was a hunter and at the very least had assumed he wouldn't be fond of Derek, judging by the texts he'd skimmed the night Stiles had spent at their house. It was the least he could do to tell Allison to stay in and have them over instead, but it was also the most he thought he could get away with without his daughter getting upset with him. He had a sinking suspicion she wouldn't listen to him… but at the same time he almost hoped she wouldn't, not wanting this absolutely rabid mutt in his home. As much as he didn't want his daughter around him either, Allison was a free spirit and all telling her to stay away from her new friend and his boyfriend would accomplish is making her question his motives and ensure she wouldn't tell him when she'd be around them.

The best he could do was…. Minimize threats. And he didn't see the harm in doing so at the source. He'd already tried to kill the bastard. He obviously knew Allison was his daughter and where they-

Oh god, Derek Hale knew where they lived. He thought as they pulled into the gas station after him, Chris parking his own SUV in front of him and Aaron and Brent in their SUV parking had to deal with this situation soon. Putting this off like he had been was beyond unacceptable. He couldn't keep putting his own family at risk for sentimentality for someone who didn't deserve it in the least. He wouldn't do it now... But soon. Chris got out as Derek Hale carefully watched him like a cornered dog. He communicated to the other two to back off and just stand by their car in case they were needed. Violent confrontation wasn't what he was looking for tonight if he could help it. And even Chris stayed a good distance away until Derek had finished pumping and put everything back where it belonged. Derek Hale and Gasoline wasn't a combination he was looking to mess with. Once Derek finished pumping his gas, Chris stepped closer, instantly gaining Derek's defensive attention.

"Nice ride…" He said tapping the hood as he sauntered closer, but not too close. He rubbed a blemish of dirt off attentively. "Black cars though… Very hard to keep clean." He looked Derek in the eye as he moved over to the squeegee station by the trash can. "I would definitely suggest… a little more maintenance." He looked away as he took out the squeegee brush and brought it over, as Hale gave him a bewildered little squint, not breaking his poker face. "You have something this nice, you wanna take care of it." He set the brush down on the windshield and gently started pulling it across. "Personally... I'm very protective of the things I love." He tried to say without the bitter twinge to his voice that still tainted his words with malice. "That's something I learned from my family… 'N you don't have much of that these days….." He looked to Derek as he finished, trying not to glare back the same way Derek was glaring at him. "Do you?" He glanced down to where Derek was clenching his fist, squeezing enough that his knuckles popped. As if he had any right to be offended by that. Chris forced himself not to ask 'and whose fault is that?'. Maybe he hadn't killed his sister, as Dean was apparently convinced. He hadn't had the chance to ask Sam's opinion. Though he trusted his objectivity more, he had mostly avoided him since they'd worked with him and his grandfather. Still if it weren't for what Derek had done, Laura Hale wouldn't be dead. None of them would be… But Derek didn't attack; didn't even say anything, just let his fist unclench, unturned. Chris nodded to the windshield, satisfied with Derek's apparent understanding of what he was getting at.

"And there we go… You can finally see though your windshield." He turned back to look Derek in the eyes again. "See how that makes things… so much clearer?" He let his smile fall as he turned and started walking back towards his car.

"Forgot to check the oil…" He heard the voice for the first time. And he couldn't describe how much it hurt. The voice itself didn't sound much at all like Peter's, but the way he said it, and the tone, and the gall… He could picture Peter there, in the same position, making the same smartass remark, whether or not it meant getting killed, because he could never stand to be a coward, even when it was undeniably smart. But then he remembered, this was the person who killed Peter. He tried not to turn but he couldn't help it. His smile was vicious. He made his feet stay still though

"Check the man's oil." He said, nodding to Brent. Brent seemed put out by the admittedly ridiculous request but maintained a casual smile as he walked up alongside the car, before breaking in the driver's side window and peeking in. None of them paid any mind to the lights over head that for a second took turns flickering, their fluorescent humming sounding angry.

"Looks good to me." Brent answered happily. Chris nodded a farewell to Derek, who hadn't flinched, as he climbed back into his SUV.

"Drive safely." He called, before the three of them drove off.