You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 8

Derek's POV

Everyone is at school, so it's just Stiles, Peter and I in the house today. Peter has cooked a very greasy breakfast to help Stiles fight his hangover and we're all slouched over the couches watching Bates Motel when the doorbell rings.

"Urghhhhh" Stiles groans, tossing his head to the side to give me puppy eyes. "Get the door" he whines and Peter snorts from his seat as I rise to answer the door.

"Whipped" he whispers under his breath, giving me a sly smile as I walk past him. I resist the urge to smack him around the head and hurry to answer the door, where the bell is ringing for a second time. I twist the handle and swing it open and there is Sheriff Stilinski, feet spread shoulder width apart, one hand dropped casually at his side, the other resting on his belt where is gun hangs on full display, and shades resting on the bridge of his nose so I can't see his eyes.

"Afternoon" he grunts, sliding the shades from his face and stepping into the house after I wave him through. "Come to see my son" he adds as he passes me, like it wasn't obvious why he was here. We walk through to the living room where Stiles has his head lolling back against a couch cushion, a bag of cheese puffs in his lap. "He looks better" John mumbles as he gets closer, he takes a seat next to Stiles and clasps one of his hands in his own. "Son" he whispers, rubbing his thumb over Stiles' hand and I watch as the teens eyes flutter open. There's a brief look of disorientation on his face and then a smile that splits it in two.

"Dad!" He yells, lurching forward into his arms, clutching onto his father tightly and I can see his face scrunch up with emotion as he burry's it into his dad's shoulder.

"Hey kid" John mumbles, patting Stiles' back lightly and he lets Stiles hold on that little longer before pulling away. "What happened to your hand?" There's a long silence. Stiles opens his mouth to say something but John cuts him off quickly. "The truth Stiles" he sighs, and raises his eyebrows expectantly.

"W-well... I accidentally punched Derek... in the face." John turns around and gives me a very stern look, at which Peter snorts under his breath and this time I do lean over and smack him around the back of the head.

"Explain."

"Well... well, erm. I was..." Stiles eyes me over his Dad's shoulders, eyes panicked.

"From you Stiles" John sighs, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Urgh! Can't you just take the whole 'it was an accident' and leave it there?" Stiles whines, slouching back in his chair and pouting like a child whose been denied sweets.

"No."

"Okay, okay. I was having a nightmare and Derek woke me up and I was scared and I just swung." His voice rushes towards the end of the sentence and he visibly flinches as the last few words flow out.

"Oh Stiles" John sighs, bringing his son into another hug.

"So you're not mad about last night?" Stiles mutters and I can't help but smirk, of course he would try his luck now, typical Stiles.

"Furious, but we can talk about that later." I grin even bigger and motion for Peter to follow me out of the room so that they have some privacy to talk.

"Surprised you didn't kill that vile human last night" Peter murmurs as he sits in one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter.

"Could say the same to you" I grumble, trying not to get riled up over Stiles' douchebag boyfriend.

"There's something off about him." Peter continues, pulling my attention back to him.

"What do you mean?" I ask, turning to face him and leaning against the opposite side of the counter.