Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Twenty

A/N There are only a few more chapters left. I am planning on writing a second book, but I would just like to say thank you for reading this. It means a lot to me. Thank you. :)

"Come on Stiles. I don't want to fail maths. Please, it'll only take a minute." I whine as we head into Stiles' room and I sit on his bed, facing Stiles who is sitting in his desk chair.

"Claire, can we please just do it after..."

"Stiles!" Sheriff Stilinski, also known as Papa Stilinski, shouts, cutting Stiles off.

"Yo Da - Derek." I turn around and jump when I see Derek standing in the corner. He really needs to learn to stop doing that. Stiles races out of the computer seat to the door, only opening it wide enough to show just him.

"What did you say?" Papa Stilinski asks.

"I said Yo D-Dad." Stiles stutters and I roll my eyes. This is going to be another one of those awkward father son moments, isn't it?

"Is someone else in there? I swear I heard another voice." Before Stiles answers, I butt in.

"It's just me Papa Stilinski. Stiles is just helping me out with my maths."

"Nice to see you again, Claire. Well, hear you since Stiles has the door mostly closed." I chuckle as Stiles opens the door slightly more so now I am visible to Papa Stilinski, Derek staying hidden in his corner. Papa Stilinski waves and I wave enthusiastically back. "Listen." Papa Stilinski turns back to his son. "I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, it's your first game."

"My first game. It's g-great. Awesome. Uh-good." Stiles stutters, leaning against the door frame.

"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you." I smile and pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and resting my chin on my knees. Derek gives me an odd look but I just ignore him.

"Thanks, Dad. Me too. I'm happy and proud - of myself."

"So they're really gonna let you play right?"

"Yeah, Dad. I'm first line. Believe that?"

"I'm very proud."

"Oh, me too. Again." Papa Stilinski pulls Stiles into a hug. "Oh, huggie, huggie, huggie." I lift my head off my knees and give a weird look in Stiles' direction, trying to hold in a laugh. The Stilinski's let go and smile at each other.

"See you there. You too, Claire."

"See you there Papa Stilinski." I say, making him chuckle.

"Take it easy." Stiles says and Papa Stilinski leaves. Stiles closes the door again with a sigh.

"I'm sor-oh!" Derek slams Stiles against the wall, holding him by his jacket and I scramble up to my feet.

"Derek!" I quickly approach the two and try and get Derek off of Stiles but he doesn't budge. Stupid werewolf strength.

"If you say one word..." Derek begins to threaten.

"Oh, what, you mean like 'Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room - Bring your gun'?" Derek backs off a little, but still has Stiles' jacket in his fists. Knowing that Stiles is winning, I give a relieved sigh. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harbouring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules buddy." Derek lets go of Stiles and backs away, fixing Stiles' jacket. Stiles does the same to Derek with a smug smile on his face, only to have Derek threaten to pounce. "Oh, my God." Stiles flinches away and quickly moves back to his desk. I move beside Stiles and bend down so I am eye level with Stiles.