A/N: So I started writing this fic before all the crazy/angsty stuff happened on the show, so a majority of the beginning won't be cannon compliant. The beginning and the parts that focus on one of the plot lines are the really only angsty parts, at least it pack bonding, babies, fluff and all the other good stuff.
Hope you guys like it, and comments and/or reviews would help out a lot when finishing the rest of the story.
Stiles' life was weird. Not in the hyperactive-gangly-limbed-awkward-child-at-heart way, but in the friends-with-a-bunch-of-werewolves-and-occasionall y-fights-supernatural-creatures type of weird. The fact that Stiles was prone to trouble and the weirdness that came with it tended not to faze him a lot anymore either. After taking care of the Alpha pack, the Durach, and any other problematic occurrence that happened junior year, the rest of high school and college was a breeze. The occasional monster did put a kink in his plans for a normal life, but he knew his life would forever be far from normal.
But by far the craziest thing to happen to Stiles so far was Derek Hale. Not even Scott, his best friend and a werewolf, falling in love in love with Allison, a pretty bad ass Hunter, came even close to Derek on the weird scale. Words could hardly describe Derek at times, and Stiles had a pretty vast vocabulary. First Derek was all death glares and slams into walls, then he was slowly turning friendlier in a grumpy Derek sort of way.
But then he and Cora left after Deucalion. Stiles didn't realize how accustomed he had gotten until he was just gone. Dealing with Peter without Derek had truly been a challenge
A rogue faerie reeking havoc on the innocent people of Beacon Hills brought Derek back. He hadn't changed much in the few months he was gone. His beard just a tad longer. His face just a little bit sadder. Derek kept everyone at a distance. He was an alpha once again, but didn't reveal how it happen. Derek did inform the pack that Cora was fine. She decided to rejoin the pack in Arizona that had taken her in after the Hale fire. Derek closed himself off and pushed everyone especially Stiles away. But as the months dealing with the faerie progress, the walls slowly fell and things between Derek and the teenagers (mainly Stiles) grew into the resemblance of what their relationship was before.
Stiles was the only one who knew Derek hadn't sold the loft. And Stiles was the only one who knew Derek had thanked him for keeping the dust from settling. Nobody realized Derek and Stiles started spend more and more time together away from the rest of the pack (though the group did start to notice the increase of drawn out stares while the other wasn't watching).
Stiles was extremely confused about how felt about Derek by that point.
After his kiss with Lydia, Stiles realized his dream of being with her had changed. They worked too well as friend to mess it up with dating. Once he had finally abandoned his feelings for Lydia, somehow Derek found in way into his thoughts. And looking back at how Derek's actions had changed towards Stiles, he believed there was a small chance that Derek could possible (like one in about ten billion) feel the same about him too.
Let it be Stiles's luck that he he explores the idea of being with Derek, the man builds his walls back up. Every time he tried to help find the Faerie, or even just tried to talk Derek, he would turn a cold shoulder and tell him to go home. Stiles thought they were at least past the whole "go home Stiles" thing. Little did he know, Derek was simply trying to prevent Stiles from getting hurt.
Even with Derek's efforts it didn't work. One brush with death later, Stiles and a certain Sourwolf to realize the truth. They were both hopelessly fallen for each other.
Apparently there had been a bet amongst the pack. And Lydia won. Stiles wasn't surprised. Not. One. Bit.
That was years ago, when Stiles was young (relatively), innocent (to a point), and about to go to college. Now, fast forwarded seven years to the present time, Stiles was taking a midnight stroll through the woods during a full moon. He was prepared; he had mountain ash in one pocket and powered wolfsbane in the other. It also just happened to be his twenty-fifth birthday. Derek felt bad about it; he even told Stiles that he had something special planned for the two of them. He said he could stay and send the rest of the pack away.
Full moon runs were one of the few things, besides the bi-monthly pack meeting and movie night, that kept the pack together when there wasn't murderess creature running around. Though all the wolves in the pack had their anchors for resisting the shift on full moons, Stiles knew it would be unfair for them to have to sit around and gave them permission to go out. Derek looked slightly pained when he walked out the door but obeyed without argument. Stiles had to restrain from rolling his eyes when Lydia called out in her classic sing-song voice, "whipped"; although, Stiles had no reason to not agree with her.
He didn't need ancient tomes about werewolf politics know what his relationship with Derek meant the rest of the pack; he just needed a Scott to tell him that everyone had started to call him the 'pack mom' and that he and Derek were obvious mates. It was comforting to know that he had almost as much power as Derek over the pack. The talk he later had with Derek about werewolves and mating traditions was almost as enjoyable as explaining to his father about werewolves in general. That had lead to his all his friends being werewolves, which lead to
Derek, which then lead into a talk about the finer points of their relationship. It was probably for the best that the Sheriff wasn't completely sober for a good part of that conversation.
With the girls, along with Danny, watching a movie, safely tucked away at Derek's loft (not that they were too fragile to go out during a full moon, but because one had a toddler that could shift into a baby werewolf at any moment, one was eight months pregnant, one just had a her nails done, and Danny saw no point in running around in the woods in the middle of the night), and the werewolf portion of the pack running around chasing rabbits, or whatever they did on their runs, Stiles grabbed his coat, walked out the door, and headed to the preserve. He hated to work on his birthday, but potentially saving someone's life couldn't exactly wait.
That afternoon, Allison told Derek and him about a Hunter from Oregon chasing a female Omega south, and who had just been spotted a few dozen miles from Beacon Hills. Derek promised they'd search that night for the Omega, and Stiles figured he could go out a look too. He wanted (needed) to find her before the Hunter. Sometimes Stiles had to remind himself that not all Hunters were like Allison and her father.
Tracking the lone wolf alone in the woods gave Stiles time to think about anything and everything. School happened to pop into his head first. He was one class and a couple student teaching hours away from graduating from college certified to teach kindergarten through sixth grade with a double minor in Literature and Mythology. Stiles could not tell everyone enough how he couldn't wait for it all to be over with. In the beginning, he had to postpone college for three semesters while he recovered from almost dying, the start of the Derek and Stiles relationship, and then almost dying again. Near death experiences had become quite common for the Hale pack in the last ten years and now Stiles prayed that nothing severe would happen until after he graduated.
By the time he was fit to go to college, Stiles had completely rethought his plans for the future.
Everything was easy strolling until his father got shot on the job; Stiles was just happy that it hadn't been caused anything supernatural. He claimed a family emergency and took the rest of that semester off while he stayed with his dad in the hospital. Derek was the one to push Stiles back into school. Once, Stiles called to check in on his dad after class, and Derek made a witty remark about looking after his future father-in-law and.
Thinking about his father's accident lead him into his next thinking spell. Family. And Derek. What did that comment mean? Future father-in-law. It always hung out in the back of his mind, teasing him at the most inconvenient times. And Derek said it over a year ago. Of course that wasn't the only thing Derek joked about. When they became officially a couple, Stiles found out that Derek's sarcasm rivaled Stiles' at times.
The sound of footsteps him snapped Stiles back to reality. Scott burst out from the trees and rushed towards him.
"Stiles!" He grabbed his wrist and started running back the way he came.
Stiles slowed down. "What are you doing?"
"Umm…" Scott stopped and turned around. "We found the girl, but there's a problem. We have to hurry."
Stiles groaned but nodded, and the pair took off through the darkness. Thank God for the years of lacrosse and track which allowed him to at least keep up with his werewolf friends. After a mile or so, Scott and Stiles stopped at a small clearing. The pack was huddled around something at the far edge of the trees. Except for Isaac, who was standing to the side away from the rest of the pack. It almost looked like Isaac was gentle swaying side to side.
Derek stood to face Stiles and walked to his side. His face was hung toward the ground the whole time.
Stiles looked around confused. "What's the problem?"
"There was nothing we could do, Stiles. We found her too late. The wolfsbane reached her heart." He met Stiles' eyes.
"What?...who… What are you talking about?" Stiles marched to where most of the pack was kneeling.
He stumbled when he saw what they were gathered around.
Lying prone on her back was the wolf they were all trying to find. They were too late. Her stone white skin contrasted with the black etched into her veins and the dark curls that pillowed her head. Black blood oozed out of a bullet wound on her shoulder and from a deep gash across her lower abdomen.
Stiles felt his throat constricting. Even after all the death he'd seen, it was still hard to witness, especially death of innocent people. Derek must has sensed his distress because not even a second later, there was a warm hand on the small of his back. Stiles turned around and Derek wrapped his arm fully around him.
Derek pulled him closer and whispered, "We are going to find the monster that killed her. I
promise, but for now we have to worry about th-"
"Derek!" Isaac twisted around and the others shot up off the ground. "Derek, something happened. She's…she can't breathe."
"But I thought-" He was about to ask who they were talking when he saw what Isaac was holding.
Bundled in a spare t-shirt was a baby. His confusion was replaced by a mixture of panic and anger. "A baby? She was pregnant and the Hunter killed her?!"
Derek cupped his face and made Stiles look at him. "Stiles, you need to calm down. Yes, she was pregnant. It was too late to save her when Isaac found her, but we managed to save her daughter. But there's a good chance that the baby got poisoned too. I'm going to need you to come with Isaac and me to Deaton's right now. Can you do that?"
Stiles breathed in deeply and nodded his head. "Yeah, I can do that."
"Good." Then Derek addressed others: Scott, Boyd, and Ethan. "Take the girl's body to the Hale house and give her a proper burial. She doesn't deserve to be left out here."
Derek flashed his red eyes and the Betas carried the young girl's body out of the clearing.
The wind picked up and Stiles realized how chilly it had gotten. He shrugged his jacket off and held it out in front of him. "Here. And we should take my jeep. It'll be fast and it's parked not too far away."
Isaac grabbed the jacket and carefully wrapped it around the shirt covering the baby.
"We need to hurry." Isaac's eyes were pleading
Derek and Isaac followed Stiles until they reached the jeep parked along one of the dirt access roads that lead through the preserve. Stiles offered to hold the baby, but Isaac just pulled her closer. He didn't say anything and tossed the keys to Derek before climbing in the back. Luckily, Stiles managed to get a hold of Deaton and quickly told him of the situation. He said he'd be waiting for them when they got to the vet's.
Isaac became hysterical with panic when the baby stopped breathing altogether.