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

Chspter 25

Derek's POV

"Stiles can I just have a minute with Derek?" Sheriff Stilinski asks his son, who pulls a face but does as he's asked. We wait for him to go into the living room and then John leads me outside onto the porch, shutting the door behind us. I know it's so Stiles doesn't over hear and I also know that Stiles was trying to eaves drop, the Sheriff really knows his son. "How's he doing, really?" He asks me, catching me off guard because surely it's obvious he's doing so much better.

"He's doing great. Peter's got him eating more and he's smiling and joking and laughing. Spending time with the Pack. I can, through the erm, the mate bond, I can feel how he feels and there's still... something there, a kind of sadness but compared to a few weeks ago he is so much better. He's happy." John visibly relaxes, resting his hand on his belt buckle.

"I'm glad. I feel guilty really, I should be here helping him, I'm his Dad but instead I'm working." I pat his shoulder comfortingly.

"Stiles knows how much you love him and he would want you to do your job and keep everyone safe." John gives me a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Doesn't help with the guilt though, at least he has you Derek."

"He will always have me."

"I know son, I know. I can't tell you how grateful I am that he has you either, now, Stiles won't tell you because he hates to talk about it, but Saturday is the anniversary of his moms death... We Erm, we don't do anything to- to commemorate it- it's too painful, he'll probably just want some alone time and he might be a bit... sensitive." I sigh heavily, I should have known this, what kind of a mate am I?

"Alright, I'll keep the Pack away that day and let him dictate what he wants to do. It will be fine." There's an unspoken promise between us, an understanding and John nods his head, pats my bicep and walks away.

"See you later son" he calls as he slides into his cruiser and I watch him pull away. As soon as his car has disappeared from sight Stiles appears in the doorway, looking curious.

"What did he want?" He pries and I smirk, scooting past him into the house and towards my study. He follows me. "Heyyyy, what did he want?"

"He was just checking on you" I answer honestly, sitting behind my desk as I do. Stiles sits on the rug in front of the fire, disappointment etched onto his face.

"That's it? Why's he asking you?" I shrug, looking through the bills that are due to be paid. "That's weird. Maybe he thinks he can't talk to me, do you think he thinks that he can't talk to me?"

"You're overthinking this, I think he thinks you'd lie and say you were fine to spare his own feelings even if you were actually fine because you don't want him to worry." Stiles pulls a face but it transforms into a shy smile and he looks away from me into the flames.

"You know me so well." He states and I smile too because that's an amazing compliment.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, giving him a quick once over before focusing back on the bills.

"I feel... different. A good different, but still... different."

"I think that's normal. I feel different too." I see him nodding to himself out of my peripheral vision and I find myself smiling too.

"You know you've got to go to school tomorrow." A groan follows my statement and I watch Stiles flop back onto the rug.

"Noooo. Whyyyyy? I wanna stay home and be your little sex slave instead."

"I- What?" I drop the bills and look over at my mate who is wagging his eyebrows at me suggestively. "You're insatiable!" I feign shock and he grins, rolling over onto his belly and leaning on his elbows as he looks up at me.