(sorry this is soooo late and short. not sure if this is the last one or what u guys want so let me know and tell me what u thought of this chapter or about any of my other stories. Ideas are always welcome.)

"SO Stiles how does it feel to be able to walk again?" Isaac was trying to sound like he was teasing but instead he sounded proud.

"I'm not really walking, more like shuffling and I'm still holding onto Scotty."

Stiles had been asking to go walking as soon as he felt any movement in his legs but Melissa made him wait till at least lunchtime. So now here he was, not quite lunch time yet, shuffling around the kitchen while Scott held his waist.

"Nah man your doing awesome." Scott nervously let go of the human's waist while Stiles said "only cause your helping me."

"Nah bro it's all you I'm not even holding you anymore!" everyone was pretty happy for about thirty seconds before Stiles wobbled a bit too much and fell over. Scott caught him just in time. They kept trying and Stiles was getting better at it already.

Scott said his mum and Deaton said Stiles should be back to normal by tomorrow.

Lydia laughed from where she was sitting on the bench. "So no more special treatment huh? Does that mean you'll stop acting like a brat too? Now that you can, sort of, walk."

Stiles looked offended. "I didn't act like a brat! When did I-?"

"When you screamed during the notebook-"

"You reeeeaaally like that red hoodie-"

"Suuuch a brat-"

"Remember when Lydia slapped you?"

Everyone had answered at once so Derek had to yell to be heard over the noise.

"Okay, okay guys that's enough. Stiles you are not easy to take care of I don't envy your Dad."

Stiles had done three laps of the kitchen with Scott's help and was able to walk from the couch to the fridge by himself twice and though he was still a little wobbly he was feeling really proud of himself.

He could tell Scott was too, he kept smiling like a proud parent and going "Kira seriously, look how good he is. He didn't even need my help that time."

He figured he should probably tell his Dad soon but he wanted it to be a surprise. So he made his way back to the couch and waited for his dad to come home from work.

When the sheriff finally did walk through the door Stiles was practically bouncing in excitement. John came into the lounge and said hello to his son and the rest of the pack, which were over so much that it wasn't so surprising seeing them all there.

He was taking off his boots and jacket when Stiles said "so how was work Dad?"

"Tiring, there was some new information found on one of the old cases so it was just a lot of paperwork today. I could really go for some coffee right now."

Stiles took that as his queue and stood up saying "I'll get it for you."

The sheriff looked up about to say something like 'how can you even reach the bench in your wheelchair?' when he saw his son walking, still a bit shakily, with Scott following close behind with arms out ready to catch his best friend should he fall. He looked like an overprotective mother but Johns mouth dropped open and he felt his shoes drop from his hands.

Stiles started laughing looking extremely pleased and changed directions, walking to his father instead.

"Well damn, isn't that just about the best thing to come home to?" He marched over to his boy and wrapped him up in a big bear hug.

"You've just made my day son. I'm so proud of you." Stiles returned the hug gratefully, holding onto his dad till they both broke apart smiling.

"Hey we should celebrate. Get some pizza, movies and the pack can stay over. Deaton and Melissa can come too."

So Scott called his mum and his boss while Isaac ordered the pizzas and argued with Lydia about what toppings to get. And John was so proud to have a full house and a son that could walk again.