Chasing The Sun Vol II: Citizen Soldier

Chapter 13:Stilinski Grúpa Ceoil

I (DO NOT OWN THE MEDIA!!!!)

Derek watched as Melanie and Adam walked back out, as soon as the twins started drooping, the Sheriff had offered the twins the guest bedroom.

Since, they were still eating, they accepted the offer.

Although any protest attempted was shut down, when Stiles himself carried Elina up to the guest room. And Derek picked up Rosalina.

Both girls were dressed in one of Stiles' large Woolen Hoodies, acting as Night gowns, after they changed out of their dresses. Spare toothpastes and toothbrushes handed out, and short stories narrated.

Now as they leant against their chairs, they watched in mild confusion as the Sheriff — 'Call me John, Derek its high time' — walked onto the makeshift stage.

Stiles flinched, when John clapped Loudly.

Derek and Jackson surged forward, blanketing him in warmth.

"Sorry guys", he whispered softly.

Before either Derek or Jackson could say anything. Really he had no reason to be Sorry....the idiot.

John cleared his throat.

"Alright people, since Stiles has spent a majority of this dinner, on his phone, he'll be punished", John announced.

Scott and Isaac high-fived, "Finally retribution", they yelled triumphantly.

"Daaaaaad", Stiles whined petulant.

"Now, now Kiddo. Rules, are rules. So you get three choices", wagging his finger, "Ah, ah, ah", he continued, "Not yours or anyone else' choices. You remember what your mother said. You do a Stilinski Grúpa Ceoil", he reminded.

"But dad, I haven't done that in centuries", he groaned.

"What are the choices Sheriff?" Melanie asked loudly. Much to Stiles' pain.

"Choice No. 1). Sing, Dance or Play", John's grin was downright wicked. "Choice No. 2). Imitate Melissa McCall", he snorted as Stiles hid behind Derek, when the nurse glared at him. "And", he drawled carelessly, "Choice No. 3). A Daredevil Dare, I'd no doubt arrest you for. Father-Son relationship, be damned", he teased.

Stiles groaned, "You are the actual worst. The actual worst", he grumbled on repeat.

"Think about it kiddo", John smirked, "All the needed ingredients are still there", he laughed.

Stiles growled, "The worst!!!" He repeated.

"Have to take my chances when I can kiddo", he teased.

"Fine. Oh My God!!! Fine. Choice No. 1, it is. I can't believe you're making me do this, this is just...UGH!!! Five minutes", he ordered pointing a finger threateningly, "And if I die of mortification, old man!!!!" He snarled before about turning and heading inside.

Isaac really found all this amusing. You could grate cheese on that smirk. Derek sighed; he had to have the worst lone-wolf syndrome on the planet. One would think Jackson had been the worst person to bite, in all actuality it was definitely Isaac. He'd never regret killing Lahey Senior. But Isaac....sigh....At first, you get sucked into his puppy-dog looks, and then you realize that age old adage fits him perfectly.

There are always two sides to a coin.

And Isaac was about as bi-polar as they came.

"What is a Stilinski Group-a Coyle exactly?" Isaac asked curiously.

He was always so curious. Probably the only reason he accepted the bite, and stayed, even if it meant being part of another pack, his curiosity kept him in Beacon Hills.