Stiles got home well after 8pm. He'd called home and found that his apartment had been overrun with friends and family.

"I'll explain everything when I get back, okay?" He told Derek, who sounded so seriously pissed that Stiles thought perhaps going home would be a bad idea. "Mr Tardis wants to take me out for a business lunch, for fuck sake Derek – he's my boss, it's not like I can say no!"

"I've got to go to work at 7, if you remember?"

"Yeah, look, I've got to go, okay; try to get some sleep or something before your shift." He said, and hung up before Derek could say anything.

Now though, as he walked through the door he wondered just how badly he was in the dog house.

He'd been awake for over 24 hours though – and he was exhausted. The business lunch had become a business meeting, and Stiles met the same people who had thought, only a few hours ago, that he was trying to swindle the company out of a small fortune.

He shook hands and ate steak and tried not to choke on cigar smoke and felt seriously out of place in his white shirt and no tie, sitting with the 'good ol boys' in their designer suits.

"Anyone here?" He asked, as he locked the door behind him. There was no answer.

There was a note stuck to the fridge.

Gone to Jungle. Laura & Your dad are BFFS. Derek is totes pissed u! B wrnd! – S.

Derek spent the entire night trying not to kill people. Both him and Isaac had about 2 hours sleep between them because of all the drama, and neither were on their A game as they slogged through another long night of loud music and complicated drink orders.

"I'm going to kill him." Derek said to Isaac, not for the first time. "I'm going to rip his throat out with my teeth."

Isaac just nodded sleepily, and Derek felt like shit that he'd stayed at the apartment while they waited for Stiles to get home. "I'm going to kill him." He repeated.

Stiles was stretched out on the bed, fully clothed with sweat rings on his white shirt and stinking of cigar smoke when Derek got home. Laura was already in her room, curled up under the covers and sleeping, so her closed her room door and lay on the top of the bed beside Stiles. He was too tired to wake him. Probably would be a much better idea to yell at him in the morning.

Stiles woke up first, snuggled into Derek's side. He was going to be in so much shit when he woke up, but right now, they were curled up together and Stiles really didn't want to move.

He could hear Laura in the shower, the clanging of the pipes and wondered about the 'bonuses' that James Tardis had mentioned. Would Derek be more pissed? Would it cause a rift in their relationship if Stiles was earning a whole hell of a lot more than he was? Would he just leave?

"You look like you're about to cry." Derek grumbled, rolling over and facing away from him.

"Are you going to break up with me?" He asked Derek's back, hating that he sounded like he was about to burst into tears.

"No." Derek said, but he didn't turn around.

"Okay."

"What the hell happened?"

"Um, you know Fred Pontjoy?"

"Yeah." Derek shrugged, unmoving. "He interviewed me."

"Well he kind of tried to set me up." Stiles said, "And I went to Lydia for help, and we called the FBI, and they told us not to tell anyone." He said. "And I totally thought it was that Lisa Fowler, because she's a bitch, and Allison hates her, but it was Pontjoy."

"You should have told me."

"I know, but… I don't know, I kind of didn't think it would be such a big deal, but… then everything kind of went off all at once."

"Scott called the cops because he thought you were being robbed, and I get here and there's police and a warrant and you're getting arrested."

"I didn't get arrested."

"I can see that."

"I got promoted." He added. "Um… by quite a bit."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I um… kind of a junior partner." He managed, not quite believing the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Um… I've got a couple of months before I start."

Derek turned then, the mattress shifting under his weight and causing Stiles to slide closer to him, "You're a junior partner?" He asked, looking confused. "I thought you were getting arrested."

"Um… well… the FBI were there, and then James Tardis was all… 'come into my lair and discuss your future' and seriously, dude is about a million years old, right? And he starts talking about how he thinks it's wonderful that I've got a boyfriend, and it turns out he's an old queen and he thinks the company needs new blood and… fuck, Derek, I'm in so deep over my head I don't know what's going on."

"You should have told me. Or your dad! Or someone." Derek frowned. "We were worried."

"I'm really sorry." Stiles said, looking intently at Derek's ear because he couldn't make eye contact without feeling even more like shit. "I just… I didn't think, really. You're so new, and I was worried that you might freak out because no one wants a boyfriend who's getting set up for a fall, and seriously, you'd only just moved in with me and I didn't want to fuck everything up with going on about the FBI and how I'm totally innocent, honestly, and not have you beli-"

He was cut off mid word by Derek covering his mouth with a sticky hand. That smelt like bourbon. He wrinkled his nose. "I didn't have a shower." Derek shrugged. "I got about 2 hours sleep."

"So… morning sex is out?"

"Stiles, you're lucky I'm not kicking your ass."

"So you've got a couple of months to learn the ropes and… what? You're a partner?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded, scooping up more mashed potatoes. His dad was sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of milk in front of him and dark shadows under his eyes. He looked sallow and ill. Stiles was really worried, but Laura, who was listening intently opposite him, didn't seem concerned. Stiles figured she'd know, which went some way to soothing his mind.

"What kind of thing will you be doing?"

"I've honestly got no idea." Stiles admitted. "I don't know what the higher ups actually do, aside from make life hell for everyone below them."

"True." Derek nodded, before going back to his grilled chicken. Stiles wasn't sure what had happened between Derek and his dad, but they seemed to be getting along better than they had been, although it looked like Laura was the reason. She had gone ahead of them to help with dinner and take his dad to another AA meeting.

Stiles totally didn't cry in the shower over that when she left. Derek, the fucking legend that he was, pretended not to notice his blotchy face when he got dressed.

Moths passed, quicker than Stiles expected. One moment he was sitting in a room giving his testimony and the next he was carrying his stuff up to the 8th floor where he had the corner office and his own parking space.

And his job consisted of shaking hands and a lot less work than he expected.

Stiles stood at the dais beside Scott, who was bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet.

"Calm down, dude." He told his best friend, "She's not late, she's here."

"What's taking so long?"

"She's a girl." Stiles pointed out. "They've got like, layers of clothes to sort out, and probably hair needs touching up or something, you know what it's like."

"She'll look amazing no matter what."

"Yeah, that's super adorable, but she's more worried about the photogr-" He was cut off by the start of the wedding march, and the terrified squeak of the groom. "Jesus, Scott." He grinned. "You look like you're about to be shot."

Heads turned as the door opened, and there, with Erica and Lydia behind her – Allison walked down the aisle on the arm of her father, looking like a damn dream.

"Holy shit." Scott breathed, and Stiles could only agree.

"I want it." Stiles said, when the realtor left them to 'talk it over' with each other.

"It's massive," Derek said, looking around. "Too big for just us."

"Well…." Stiles shrugged. "It's not like we have to have it be just us."

"Isaac, I honestly don't care. If you bring that puppy in here and the kids see it, I'm going to feed your son red bull and skittles." Derek growled. "And don't even think of telling Stiles."

"But she's the last one, Derek." Isaac whined down the phone. "And you know Danny and I would take her, but with Pepper getting on a bit, and the cats... and now with Tomas getting to that stage where he's crawling about... Derek..."

"No." Derek snapped. "I'm already living in a fucking menagerie because of you."

"Derek, she's the last puppy." Isaac's voice took on the wheedling tone that the twins were somehow magically picking up now they were able to talk in full sentences and 'Uncle Isaac said' was getting to be a much over-used argument. He saw Stiles wander into the kitchen in his suit (damn, he still looked good even though he now had that little bit of softness around the edges.

"I don't care, Isaac. No."

"Don't care about what?" Stiles asked, and right then, Derek just knew they'd be getting another dog.

Which meant that they'd have two kids, four cats, two rats, a chipmunk and three dogs. Thank God he worked from home.

The local newspaper did a full two page spread when James Tardis died. It talked about his life, his business, his dedication to making Beacon Hills one of the prime locations for new developers, how his innovation created hundreds of jobs locally. It talked about how the new CEO of the company, a Mr Stilinski with over 15 years knowledge of the workings of Tardis was planning on expanding and building upon the dream that James Tardis had.

Derek read it sitting in his office, James and John fighting in the hallway about how Spiderman wasn't a 'real' Avenger because he wasn't in the movie – and any moment he just knew he'd be pulling them apart because they always ended up swinging punches and John liked to bite.

But even with two kids, five cats, one rat, a diabetic chipmunk and three and a half (the Papillon called Poppet didn't fucking count as a whole one) dogs, Derek was good.

Who said there was no such things as happy endings?

The End!

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed and liked and sent me messages and... well... just thanks.

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I have no idea what I want to write next.

I'm doing a one-shot GamerAU Destiel/Sabriel for Supernatural atm, but... it's a one shot not a proper full story.

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