Note: This takes place after Season 2. This is a follow up to my previous ficlet 'A Late Night Visit'.

Pairing: Sheriff/Stiles & Peter/Derek

Warning: No actual spanking. Talking about a non-consensual disciplinary spanking that happened, and an implied future disciplinary spanking.


Stiles woke up disoriented for a moment, until he remembered he was on the couch. He groaned, and pushed himself into a sitting position. He shifted around a few times, trying to get comfortable, only to find he couldn't. With a disgruntled noise, he stood up, and rubbed his butt a couple of times. "That's just great," he muttered, thinking about school.

Stiles heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him, and whirled around to see his father and Derek sitting at the dining room. Derek was clearly trying to hide a smirk while taking a sip of coffee, and Stiles knew without a doubt that the werewolf hadn't been unconscious for the entire night. Stiles immediately dropped his hands to his sides and said with a glare, "What the hell's going on?"

"Breakfast," his dad said dryly. "Go get ready for school."

Stiles looked at each of them and said, "So we're all good with the whole everyone knows everything plan? No one wants to kill anyone, right?"

Derek looked over at the sheriff, clearly uncertain about the answer himself.

The sheriff gave his son a reassuring smile. "It's gonna be fine, Stiles. Go on, you've only got half an hour to go catch the bus."

"The bus?" Stiles whined.

"The bus," his dad said firmly.

Stiles headed towards the stairs and muttered, "That bites."

Derek gulped down his coffee, and said, "Thank you for last night," he started to stand, "but I really should be…"

"Sit," the sheriff ordered.

Derek glared at the older man, who glared right back. A second later, Derek averted his eyes, and sat back down.

The sheriff sighed and said, "For whatever reason, my son thinks you deserve his friendship and loyalty, so I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, and overlook some things. But from this point on, you have to keep me in the loop so I can help."

Derek's eyes snapped up, not quite believing what he'd heard. "Wait. You want to help me?"

The older man smiled. "Of course. I've known Scott for a long time, and I don't want him in danger any more than I want the other kids you turned in danger. And no offence, Derek, but you're not that much older yourself." The sheriff ignored the young man's glare. "Which is why I spent the early morning discussing things with your uncle before I woke you up."

"You what?" Derek asked, not liking that.

The sheriff sat back and sipped his coffee. "You're the Alpha. I get that. But you're also young and inexperienced. You need to let me and Peter help you figure stuff out, so that you kids don't all end up dead. I know trusting me will be difficult for you at first, but you're going to have to try. I'll be talking to Chris Argent about keeping me informed, too. Together we're all going to run that Alpha pack out of our town."

A tiny sliver of hope settled in Derek's heart. For the first time since the Alpha pack had arrived, he thought maybe they'd all live through the year. "I… I don't know what to say."

The doorbell rang.

"Well, you'd better figure it out, because that's Peter." Sheriff Stilinski stood and patted Derek on the shoulder. "He wasn't happy to hear that you went out alone last night with the Alpha pack in town. He said something about handling you the way your father would have."

Derek's eyes went wide, and he shook his head, while the sheriff went to answer the door.