Through the years

9.

The brunette moved Derek off his lap, gaining a grunt of displeasure from Ragnar but Stiles shushed him, asking the wolf to patiently wait here for him while he answered the door. 

Once the brunette reached the front door, he twisted the handle and was met with a man, standing in what looked like an expensive suit. 

He was dishevelled and reeked of alcohol, his hand holding onto the neck of a bottle of Jack tightly, his knuckles white from the heavy grip he was exerting on the object. 

"Can I help you?" Stiles asked, scanning the man in distaste. 

No matter if Stiles was a Hale or not, if he was part of this pack or not. 

He had been living here and with the Hale family long enough to feel triggered as well at the sight of a stranger stepping foot on Hale property. 

"Get me that little bitch Derek Hale!" the man slurred loudly, pointing a finger at Stiles's face who kept an unreadable expression. 

"Who are you?"

"I'm Paige's father." he spat, tears in his eyes and Stiles' heart tightened. 

The man was a complete mess and now the brunette understood why. 

He had lost his only child. 

He had to outlive his daughter. 

He had a right to be a mess but not on Hale territory, demanding to have Derek, an eighteen-year-old, be brought to him when the man was in such a state. 

"Get me Derek Hale, now." he growled and the brunette knew that this was not looking too good.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Stiles told him in a calm voice. "Please leave."

"Like hell you can't, little shit!" the drunk man spat as he staggered a bit when Stiles blocked the entrance of the house from him as he tried to get past the brunette. "Get out of my way!" he shouted in outrage, spitting all over the place, his saliva hitting Stiles' face which brought more disgust to show on the brunette's face.

"You are not allowed inside this house. I strongly advise you to leave this property before something unfortunate happens to you, sir."

"Are you threatening me?!" the man asked, his expression showing stupefaction at the fact Stiles was not afraid to threaten a grown man twice his age.

"I'm merely giving you a warning." the brunette replied, unfazed by the hundred different shades of angry red the man's face had become by now from both the strong alcohol and the annoyance. "Don't get your panties more twisted than they already are." he said, rolling his eyes and the man cursed loudly at him before swinging his fist towards the brunette who dodged the punch last minute. 

The fist collided with the door Stiles was keeping close to himself to make sure the man couldn't enter and Stiles watched as he cradled his hand to his chest in pain. 

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Don't move, you idiot!"

"If I don't move you'll hit me." Stiles retorted and the man seemed very close to losing his shit for good. 

"Yeah that's the fucking point!"

"You're out of your mind, sir."

"I don't care!"

"And I really don't care that you don't care." Stiles replied, angering the man for good who successfully punched Stiles this time, sending him stumbling back into the house and down on the ground with a grunt.