Okay guys this is my first FF so don't burn me too bad. I love Teen Wolf, it's like an addiction to me. This is a Sterek story but it's more from the Sheriff's point of view. Don't give me that look. You know the sheriff needs more attention. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

I do not own Teen Wolf. If I did every one would walk around in their underwear.

Over time rules are created and enforced to create order out of chaos. The 'Sheriff Laws' were created because having more then two teens in the Stilinski household could turn disastrous very easily.

Sheriff Law Number 1 - Don't scare the man with the gun.

He'd taken the 6-6 shift at the station and was so glad his day was over. He'd spent hours dealing with harassive drunks and the crazy cat lady that was sure there were aliens eating her babies one by one. He really, really just wanted to go home, find food and relax before bed.

Instead he'd pulled up to a brightly lit house with music blaring and several cars out front. Was Stiles having a house party? It turned out that no Stiles was not drinking with a bunch of under aged teens from school. He was however standing on the back of the couch cheering and egging on the three males in the middle of the living room.

The sheriff stopped frozen in shock, seeing Scott and Jackson held in a firm headlock by a laughing Derek Hale. He watched his son launch himself off the back of the couch to land on the ex-fugitive's back sending all four of them to the floor.

Stiles gave a victorious shout. "I WIN!"

The sheriff came to his senses and hollered at the teens. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

There was a split second of still before he watched five teens scramble between Derek and his raised gun. The music cut off and Danny stuck his head around the corner.

"Um. We can explain Mr. Stilinski."

Stiles was shaking in nervous energy. "Can you put your gun down dad?"

He held still for about three seconds before Derek started undressing. The sheriff looked scandalized and lowered his gun in confusion. The teens moved and in Derek's place was a beast of some sort.

He woke up ten minutes later with a massive headache. Two hours and another demonstration from Scott later and he was a firm believer of werewolves. Damn rap music ruining kids these days.

Sheriff Law Number 4 - Boys and girls sleep in separate rooms.

It was early one Friday morning in January and the sheriff decided to tell Stiles it was a snowday. He'd opened the door expecting to see at most two teens asleep in the bed. That was not the case. To his utter amazement they'd managed to fit all seven of themselves on the bed and fall asleep.

Danny, Derek, Scott, and Jackson were smashed together on the mattress. Stiles was laying half on Derek's back half on Danny's chest. Allison was sleeping on Scott's chest and Lydia on Jackson's back. The 'humans' were under a fuzzy blue blanket. As cute as they all looked he wasn't comfortable with girls sleeping next to boys.

"Guys?"

Derek was the only one to move as he turned to squint a the sheriff. "Mr. Stilinski need help?"

He shook his head at the sleepy Alpha. "No. Just came to say it's a snowday."

"Kay."

"Derek?"

The man twitched his head to show he was still listening to the sheriff. "Mmh?"

"I know you guys are pack but in the future the girls sleep in the guest room." The pack head just nodded before he shut the door.

He got home around 1 a.m. and stuck his head in to make sure there were no girls in Stiles' room. He gave a huff of laughter at the sight that greeted him. Danny, Jackson, and Scott were a tangle of arms and legs on he bed. Stiles had made a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor and was laying on top of Derek's back again fast asleep. At least there weren't any girls in the room. Aside from Stiles.

Sheriff Law Number 15 - If the pack sees Stiles about to do something stupid stop him.

The second weekend of February the sheriff got a call telling him he needed to come sign the release paperwork for Stiles. He didn't know why his son was even in the hospital. When he walked inside the first thing he saw was Scott wilting under the murderous gazes of both female pack mates and Derek Hale.

"What happened? Where's Stiles?"

Lydia turned to answer him. "He's fine except for a few stitches. They're helping him get dressed right now. He went out on the ice and this idiot just let. Even though Derek had just told the rest of us the ice was too thin."

"He needs stitches?" He was confused.

Allison looked away form Scott to speak. "He caught the ice on his way down. Cut his temple pretty deep."

He sat in a chair next to the wall. "Who got him out?"

"Derek. He heard the ice crack and dove in after him."

They watched as he sank into himself and rubbed his face stress showing in his body language. "I let him hang out with you freaking wolves because I trust you to keep pack safe. If you see him doing something stupid stop him. I can't lose my son. He's all I have left."

Scott looked miserable. "I'm so sorry."

The door opened and both girls shot off towards Stiles.

"I'm fine don't-"

Lydia grabbed his face and turned it to see the stitched. "Oh thank god. You were bleeding so much I though it was so much worse."

He pulled her hands away with a quiet sigh. "Can somebody please just drive me home."

"Let's go." Derek was walking towards the exit.

Sheriff Law Number 23 - If grades drop weekday sleepovers stop.

He didn't know if he should be concerned or not. Stiles had always been a straight A student. He was bright and always whipped through his schoolwork. But he wasn't sure if that was the case for the other teens that half stayed in his house.

When they'd stayed over from Friday night to Thursday morning the next week he made up his mind. He'd never seen any of them do their homework and he didn't want to be the cause of failing grades.

"Guys pause your movie for a minute. We need to talk."

It was just the six teens today and they turned to watch him.

"I'm going to be the serious parent right now and tell you to keep your grades up. I haven't seen any of you do your homework and if you're going to stay here on weekdays you need to. I don't want to have that talk with any of your parents."

Lydia turned to smile a smile on him. "We do our homework while we wait for the guys in lacrosse practice."

Stiles nodded at him. "We do ours as soon as we get home. Besides Derek already told us to do our homework because he doesn't want to have the 'My entire pack is dropping out of high school' talk with you."

He huffed and they went back to their movie. Two weeks later he got a call for Melissa saying Scott's grades had gone from D's to B-'s. Maybe he didn't give Derek enough credit.