The sheriff looked up from his desk, the rain thundering outside.

Knock. Knock.

He got up and looked through the peephole. What the...

Jackson fucking Whittemore was standing outside, shivering, bruised. He opened the door, hearing his son wake up.

"Can I help you?"

"Sorry sir, I was just wondering if Mo... if Stiles is home."

Noah Stilinski pulled him in and started questioning what the hell Whittemore was doing near his old victim.

"Dad, who is it?" Stiles turned the corner and let out a gasp as soon as he saw Jackson. "Jackson, oh my god!" He hurried forward, nudging Jackson toward the table. He frowned when Jackson winced. "What the actual fuck happened?! Jacks, seriously, sit DOWN, I'll get food out, and tell me what happened."

Noah was shocked at this turn of events, watching his son natter on as he pulled milk out and put some on the stove. The bread in the toaster pinged. It was obvious that the two had forgotten he was there.

A small, shaking voice cut through the speech.

"It was the Alphas."

Stiles swung around, the picture of incredulity. And then he looked mad.

"Goddamnit, that's why you haven't healed yet. Which ones, huh?! One of them hurt my pup, they're not gonna get away with this."

Noah wondered if he has hallucinated the last twenty minutes. Stiles, next to Jackson Whittemore.

"And also, HE got into the liquor cabinet again."

Stiles softened.

"You want me to call Papa for you?"

Jackson's reply gave him pause halfway back to the paperwork.

"Momma, I just wanna cuddle and watch Disney for a bit, kay?"

"You know where my room is, pup. You head on up there and get the laptop open. I'll get the furry first aid kit out." Stiles nudged Whittemore up the stairs, frowning when he winced. The sheriff watched incredulously.

~~**~~**~~LiNe BrEaK~~**~~**~~

Later, Noah walked into his son's room only to see a strange sight. He nearly reached for where his gun would be in uniform.

Jackson Whittemore and Derek Hale in the same bed as his son. Stiles and Derek were curled around the blond, who was clinging onto his son like a lifeline.