"What do you mean you're leaving, Stiles?" the Sheriff asked. A choked sob escaped Stiles who's hands shook as the knocking grew more insistent. All Stiles managed to say before he burst into tears was a quiet, "Derek," before the knocking turned into pounding that threatened to tear the door from its hinges. Touching his son's hair gently as he watched the boy struggle to continue packing away things the Sheriff unholstered his weapon for when he was off duty chambering a round he went to see who was there, no doubt calling on his son.

Opening the door he saw the eldest of the wolves, Peter standing there. A fucking Hale. Bang. Bang. Two shots to the mid section without hesitation. Sheriff Stilinski felt a sort of satisfaction in watching the man fall to the ground even knowing that he would heal in a matter of minutes. "OW! What the hell was that for?" Aiming his gun steady smelling of a righteous type of fury all the Sheriff of their little town of Beacon Hills had to sway was one word, and who knew that one word could hold so much hate and disgust. "Derek."

With a sigh Peter nodded at the older man in understanding though he truly didn't appreciate being shot for the sake of his nephew's actions. That just wasn't fair. "Then we agree, Derek is an asshole. That doesn't give you license to shoot me just because you're unhappy that your son is leaving." Peter managed to dodge the third shot that had been aimed for his head also succeeding in taking the Sheriff's weapon from him so that he couldn't use bullets instead of his words as he seemed so inclined to this evening. Disassembling the gun Peter let the pieces fall to the floor before he looked back to the older man only to find he had another though admittedly smaller gun in his possession pointed straight at him.

Growling in frustation Peter threw his hands up in the air huffing out an aggravated but impressed ,"Now I know where he gets it from." Stiles always had things hidden away on his person. Nobody would be able to tell the kid was armed to the teeth just apparently, like his father, at all times. "Look Sheriff, Derek told Stiles to leave and I don't think he should be going alone so I volunteered to go along with him. I'm trying to fucking help in this mess of a situation here."

"Dad?"

Both heads snapped to at the head of the stairs at the sound of the boys voice managing to ring through the house even though he spoke barely above a whisper. Frowning, arms wrapping around himself Stiles shook his head saying finally, "NO, no I don't want him here. Derek sent him. I don't want him here." Gesturing towards the front door with his gun the Sheriff looked ready to put another bullet in Peter at any sign that it would make his son just that much happier."You heard him Hale, leave."

"I can't do that." With his hands up in a placating gesture Peter cursed his nephew for doing this once again before continuing on, "He didn't send me. I came because I didn't agree with his decision to send Stiles alone."

"He shouldn't be sending Stiles at all!" the Sheriff yelled back gun still raised. "But he is. Now why don't you lower that gun so we can all talk rationally instead of me waiting for the next bullet to hit?" Movement out of the corner of his eye captured Peter's attention. It was Stiles, rushing towards the hallway bathroom hand covering his mouth soon followed by the sounds of the boy vomiting whatever was left of his dinner. Lowering his gun the Sheriff made to follow his son only to be stopped by the eldest remaining Hale. "How long has it been since he stopped drinking?"

"What? Drinking? He's barely twenty for god's sake Peter he's not drinking. Is he?" Flinching at the hurt in the man's voice all Peter did was nod before making his way up the stairs leaving behind a stricken and disbelieving Sheriff Stilinski who for the first time that night thought that maybe it was a good thing that his son was being sent away. Obviously he wasn't able to care for him the way he needed and maybe this wolf could help in the things that were kept secret from the man.

Standing in the doorway to the bathroom looking down at a crying and shaking young man who deserved so much better than life had decided to give him Peter asked quietly, "How long has it been Stiles?" Fear flooded the space immediately as Stiles' heart rate shot through the roof, a croaked out, "What?" being the only verbal response. "Come now Stiles. You are sick, shaking, sweating. How long has it been since your last drink?" Oddly enough for just a moment there was relief before shame replaced the fear.

"It's none of your business Peter, now get out." Stiles was unbelievably thankful that Peter didn't know about the baby, though he had no idea how he knew about the fact that he had quit drinking let alone that his drinking had been bad enough to cause such bodily responses was worrisome. He couldn't let Peter stick around long enough to figure out that he's not going to the O'Conner's pack let alone that he was also pregnant with Derek's baby. If he even decided to keep it at this point, because the moment that Peter knew Derek would know and then he would never escape.

"You might as well get used to me now Stiles, I'm not going anywhere."