wolfy one shots

sappy sourwolf

**Sort of Sequel to Puppy Pile Talks but can be read alone

Next installment of Wolf One Shots which is technically a continuation of Puppy Pile Talks.

I'm really appreciating all the comments and love I get for these shit one shots, so thank you all so much.

Summary: Derek and Jackson have a much needed father-son moment.**

"Jackson, Derek wants to talk to you," Lydia said, poking her head into the living room where the wolf was watching tv. This made Jackson nervous, Derek wanting to talk to him. Anytime Derek ever wanted to talk to him he was in some kind of trouble since Derek never seemed interested in talking to him about anything else. Having someone else tell him made it even more nerveracking for some reason. Jackson began getting off the couch in slow motion, hoping the slower he moved, the slower time would.

Lydia rolled his eyes, watching him take his time, "You act like I just sentenced you to the death penalty," she chuckled, "He just wants to talk, Jacks. It'll be fine." She went back to her room after he sent her a nod albeit his slight discomfort that came with her news.

Before joining this pack Jackson wouldn't have been like this. He wouldn't have been nervous. He would have had his fake, cocky attitude and that shit eating smirk that everyone got tired of plastered on his face and waltzed right up to Derek. He would have rolled his eyes at whatever Derek had to say and would have pretended not to care; even if he cared a lot.

It'd been different since Stiles and Derek had accepted him, it had made Jackson feel more open. He was happier and he felt like he could really be himself, but that, of course, came with repercussions. Who Jackson really was was an insecure boy with anxiety coursing through him and the worry that he will never truly be accepted anywhere. He was still that way, the anxiety, the insecurities but now at least he felt accepted.

However, none of that changed the fact that he would always be nervous around his new father figure. Which Jackson found strange; he had never feared his other adoptive father.

Jackson, head full of thoughts and body full of shakes, walked up to the master bedroom. He stopped by his own to grab his favorite hoodie, he couldn't decide if it was to comfort/hide him or just because he wanted to kill more time. For the sake of his dignity he went with the latter. Sadly, that wasn't the truth. After all, this is the same hoodie that he wears every time the pack decides to watch a horror movie.

After arriving at Derek and Stiles's bedroom, Jackson hesitated on opening the door. He really had no idea why he was so nervous though. He knew he hadn't actually done anything that would get him in trouble. He was good all week, no fights with Scott, no teasing the others, no outbursts of anger during training, yet he was still scared of what Derek could possibly want him for. He racked his brain for an answer and came up with nothing. Defeated, he sighed, pulled his hood on and walked into the room.

Derek looked up from where he sat on the edge of the bed. He stood up, seeing Jackson and obviously sensing the boy's nerves. He noticed Jackson's hoodie and internally sighed. He was scared. It made him kind of sad to know his pup needed his security blanket just to talk to him. Derek decided he'd come to terms with that later. "Jackson, calm down," Derek sighed, externally this time, "I'm not mad at you and you're not in trouble. I don't know what you were expecting, but I really do just want to talk," he reassured his pup who sighed in relief.

A wave of relief fell over Jackson that calmed him enough to take his hood off but only for a moment before being replaced with confusion, "So, wait, why did you want to talk to me then?"

"Well, I actually had something rehearsed that I wanted to say but it doesn't feel right to really say it. Especially to you," Derek said crossing his arms and Jackson found it almost funny that Derek was nervous to talk to him. Like father like son, he guessed in his head as Derek continued, "I- Stiles told me something the other night and I thought I'd say sorry for it."