The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Nineteen

After a disastrous attempt at getting Allison's necklace and nearly losing control because of Jackson, Scott decided it was better for Kylie to stay with Stiles after school. And that, my friends, is why Kylie was now sitting in Stiles' room, her small eyes watching Stiles intently, waiting for him to notice the other familiar figure standing in the shadows.

"Hey, Stiles!" his dad called out from downstairs.

"Yo, D—D-Derek?" Stiles stammered, finishing his greeting as a question.

He had just noticed Derek, the brooding werewolf, standing silently in his room. Derek put a finger to his lips, his expression serious, and pointed towards the door. Stiles caught the message, his eyes widening, and quickly ran to the door to intercept his dad.

"What'd you say?" his dad asked, confused.

"What? I said, uh, Yo, D-Dad," Stiles stuttered, trying to recover.

"Oh, well, listen, I've got a few things I've gotta take care of, but, uh, I'm gonna be there tonight for your first game," Sheriff Stilinski said, giving his son a proud smile.

A small smile formed on Stiles' face, despite his best efforts to keep cool. "For my first game? Uh, great! Awesome! Uh, good..." he rambled awkwardly.

His dad's expression softened, pride evident in his eyes. "I'm very happy for you, and I'm very proud of you," he said.

"Thanks. Me too. I'm very happy... and proud... of myself," Stiles replied, his awkwardness causing him to pause as he spoke.

"So, they're really gonna let you play?" his dad asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm first line," Stiles said, a hint of pride in his voice.

The two exchanged awkward smiles, neither quite sure what to say next.

"I'm very proud," Sheriff Stilinski repeated, his voice warm.

"Me too, again," Stiles said, nodding.

The Sheriff leaned in and wrapped his arms around Stiles, pulling him into an awkward but heartfelt hug. Stiles patted his father's back awkwardly, clearly unsure of how to react. "Oh, me too. Again, I'm—Huggie—Huggie, huggie," he muttered, his voice muffled by the hug.

His dad gave him a strange look, amused by his son's awkwardness. "See you there. You too, Kylie!" he called out loud enough for the young cub to hear.

A small sound was heard from inside the room, Kylie making her presence known.

"Take it easy," Stiles said, watching as his dad walked away down the hall.

Stiles let out a sigh of relief and walked back into his room, only to be immediately pinned against the door by Derek. The werewolf's face was inches from his, his expression intense. Kylie, still sitting comfortably, watched the scene unfold with an amused grin.

"If you say one word—" Derek started, pointing a finger in the hyperactive teen's face.

"Yeah, you mean like, 'Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room, bring your gun?'" Stiles cut him off, his sarcasm dripping from every word.

The two stared at each other, tension thick in the air as silence settled between them.

"Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy," Stiles stated, jabbing a finger at Derek's shoulder.

Derek's eyes darkened, his glare enough to send a chill down anyone's spine. He nodded once, then adjusted Stiles' jacket, brushing it off aggressively. Stiles mirrored him, but as he tried to step away, Derek stomped toward him, making Stiles jump back.