Chapter One:

Stiles' was going to do a surprise check up on his father's eating habits. Maybe catch him in the act of some deep fried potatoes and red meat. Not even the home cooked stuff, just something his dad probably got from a greasy diner on his way home. It was going to be brutal. He parked a few houses down on the curb and jogged lightly to the back of the house. Upon entering the hallway he could already smell the carbs wafting through the air. He felt his nose wrinkle in what Scott thought was the most hilarious face he could pull, his nose was already up turned naturally so sticking it up in disgust just made it look twice as funny. Sticking to the wall on the tips of his toes he rounded the kitchen and swung his hand out in an accusing manner to his father standing by the stove.

"AHAH!" his father stumbled back into the fridge in shock. "I knew you weren't keeping your promise! I kne-"

Except it wasn't his father. Stiles blinked just as surprised as the man blinked back at him. Then Stiles was quite aware of the nipping going around at his calves.

"Ow!" he jumped swatting at his legs without looking. The stranger, clearly in his house, let out an outraged growl when Stiles' hand made contact with fur. Because Stiles' attacker was a werewolf, a little puppy sized werewolf, vibrating growls at his ankle and nipping at his jeans.

"Stiles!" his father said staring at him over the point of his barrel from the top of staircase.

"I knew you weren't eating right.." Stiles states weakly.

His father lowers his gun and pounds down the stairs too fast than probably healthy for him, bypassing baby werewolf nippings to engulf Stiles in a hug.

"What are you doing? Did you get into trouble?"

"No, but you so are." Stiles let himself snuggle into his father's arms. It'd been too long without seeing his father, he had felt bad but not as much as he did now that he was finally here and his father was actually hugging him like he was dying. He's a horrible son.

"Did you know, that there are a couple of werewolves making an unhealthy dinner in your kitchen." Stiles asked after a minute of the endless hug.

"I almost shot you." Was his father's response pulling back, leaving his hands on his shoulders to level him a look.

"Wouldn't be the first time. But seriously there is a baby wolf growling at my feet."

As if it just occurred to him he looked down at Stiles feet and sure enough the cub hadn't moved. Finally the other said werewolf told the baby to back off.

"Adele." He growled. The baby werewolf growls dissipated but not completely as the cub backed up closer to the man.

"Derek this is my son Stiles, Stiles this is Alpha Hale and his daughter Adele and his son Brice."

"Oh." Escaped his mouth before he could really come up with anything, because he'd just stuck an angry finger in an Alpha's face just a moment before. In his kitchen. He 'Ahah!'ed an Alpha. A ridiculously good looking Alpha. Mr. Tall Dark and Spectacular Handsome, look at those eyes, Alpha. With kids. Mr. TD&SPA has children, children buffer zone. Wife buffer zone. Look away, Look away!

"Stiles why are you home? What did you do?"

Stiles looked away from the Alpha back to his father who was face frowning at him. Wrinkles in his forehead, scrunched up eyebrows and lips thinned and drooping downwards, face frowning.

"Why do you always ask that? I'm not always in trouble."

"I disagree. Why are you here? Where is the jeep? I didn't hear you drive up." He asked again putting his gun on the table and flicking the safety on.

"Wow, good to see you too Dad. Nice deduction, I didn't drive up, I parked a few houses down and snuck in from the backyard."

Both the Alpha and his father raised an eyebrow questionably at him at the same time, is was scarily eerie.

"Why would you do that? Trying to get yourself eaten?"

Stiles let out an exasperated sigh. "I didn't know you had guests over. It was a surprise checkup to make sure you were eating right. Which you are not." He pointed and the sausage that was still on the stove.

The Alpha seemed to remember he was cooking and quickly took the pan off the eye grumbling and flipping the sausage to show its slightly burnt side.

His father deflated from getting caught in the act, "Aren't you supposed to be in school? Big exams coming up, you shouldn't skip classes just because you feel like it."

"Is that the best diversion you can come up with after all those years as a cop?"

He didn't say anything but motioned towards the table.

"I'm done for the year." Stiles said sitting down from across his father. Eyeing the other cub wearily, at least this one was human and trapped in a baby booster.

"What do you mean you're done? You're not done you still have two months to go."

Stiles could see the red engulfing his father's face, even if he didn't he had a 6th sense about his father's blood pressure.

"Dad calm down," reaching over he squeezed his father's arm reassuringly before continuing, "I'm done with the work, I turned it all in and my professors agreed that I was done. I'm not quitting or anything."

His dad stared at him for a couple of moments, "What about exams?"

"I'll go back in two months and take them. No biggy, the Dean already knows."

"So you're staying here?"

Stiles eyed his dad raising his eyebrows at him, "If you'll have me, because frankly you're acting like you haven't seen me in your- are you crying? Dad!"

"I am not crying." His dad blinked his glassy eyes a few times. "You sure you completed all of your work?"

"Yes?"

"You messed up your Adderall dosage didn't you?"

"I turned in my work with an average of A's."

"That was not the correct answer."

"Can't expect an answer when you didn't own up to your mistakes yourself."

There stare down was ended short with the Alpha clearing his throat while settling down food.

Stiles blinked at him remembering the weren't alone.

"Why is an alpha making you dinner?" He asks because he has no filter to mouth part.

"Stiles." He dad reprimands.

"Sheriff Stilinski has been helping me out and it seemed like the appropriate thing to do."

"I think you're putting an attack on his life." Stiles grumped.

"What?" The man looked surprised, mid bend to set his evil nipping child in the other booster seat.

"Sausage, gravy, buttered biscuits, bacon- Bacon? You can't have bacon and sausage what is this nonsense?" Stiles said looking at the spread of food.

His father sighed his name and rubbed a hand over his face, "This is what I asked for."

"Dad!"

"Stiles."

Stiles finally got to point the accusing finger at him, right in his face. " You are not dying on my watch."

He had the decency to hunch over and look guilty.

"Salad!" Stiles proclaimed.

Which is how Stiles found himself eating dinner with an Alpha and his grumbling father who thought he was being sneaky by grapping a bacon or sausage when he thought Stiles wasn't looking.