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Stiles

It was just another Pack bonding session thing... I had no idea what the hell to call these things, especially when it ended in a puppy pile. Sometimes I was able to worm my way out of them – literally – or somehow not be part of them at all. But there was the occasion when I was practically dragged down, onto the floor, and squidged between two wolves. Sure, it was nice and everything, but man it could get warm! And a little awkward if one of the wolves I was squidged between was Derek... Yeah, yeah, I know! I'm an idiot for falling for the Alpha of the pack, but it was hardly my fault! I mean, have you seen him?!

I sighed, letting myself just flop onto one of the couches in the living room of the newly refurbished Hale house, slowly sliding off it until I lay on the floor. Yeah, I know I could have just sat on the floor and did it that way, but that wasn't fun for me. Besides, then I wouldn't have made Isaac laugh, and the guy really did need to laugh after everything he's been through. Besides, I liked making people laugh and cheering them up. It was one of the only things I was actually good at.

"You are such a dork." Erica sighed, grinning.

"You love my dorkyness! Go on, admit it!" I beamed – and no I wasn't being cocky...

I didn't expect the pillow that flew out of nowhere, hitting me in the face.

"Rude!" I called out, my voice muffled by the pillow, before I moved it behind my head.

Even though I wasn't looking at them, I knew that everyone was rolling their eyes right now, even ol' Sourwolf.

From where I was lying, I started to glance around at everyone. Derek was sitting in his usual armchair, Scott and Allison was on one of the three couches, Erica and Boyd on the second, Lydia was on Jackson's lap on the third couch with Danny next to them, and Isaac was leaning against Danny's legs. Those two were the newest couple to the pack, but I couldn't say that I never saw it coming. Those two had been mooning over each other for months! Hell, both of them came to me for advise! In the end I just locked them in Isaac's room – Derek had individual rooms for each pack member in the house, plus he was now the legal guardian of Isaac, Erica and Boyd – and told them both that they like each other. It worked, as you could tell, and it turned both of them into love drunk puppies.

Man, I loved my pack.


So, we were all just sitting there watching random movies. We had just finished The Others, and now we had moved on to Red Riding Hood – the one made last year (2011), with Amanda Seyfried, Lukas Haas, Gary Oldman, etc. And no, it wasn't weird that I was the only one that found it funny that I was wearing my red hoodie.

"I hate this movie." Derek grumbled.

"You only say that because of how they portray werewolves." Lydia sighed, bored of Derek's complaining already.

"That and because it sucks."

"Hey, at least it isn't Twilight." I added in, shivering slightly. "Man, talk about being traumatized."

"Why the hell did you watch Twilight?!" Scott asked both amused and a little weirded out.

"Second cousins. Seriously, never argue with three thirteen year old girls."

I should have been annoyed that the Pack laughed, but like I said before: I liked making people laugh and cheering them up. Even if it was at my expense.


In the end Derek did actually stop his moaning and just settle for glaring at the TV screen. We were at the bit where Valerie is talking to the wolf – which just so happened to be her dad, I knew for a fact – about her now dead sister.

I really did try to sit still as the movie continued playing, but I couldn't help it. I had to talk, I had to move. But just as I opened my mouth to say something, Isaac spoke up.

"I've been wondering." he started – man he really did sound like a little kid sometimes! "Who else thinks that Derek's the dad of the Pack, while Stiles is the mom?"

I sat up then, slowly turning around to face the blonde, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"Excuse me!" I demanded, face heating up quickly.

"I'm with you there, Isaac." Boyd said, as the other Betas and humans just nodded.

This was not cool. Not cool at all. A quick glance at Derek showed that he was actually a little interested with where this conversation would go...but he also looked kind of...pissed? I don't know, I don't speak Sourwolf! I turned back to the rest of the Pack, crossing my arms like a five year old, waiting until someone explained. Erica and Lydia both sighed, rolling their eyes.

"Look, we'll explain this as simply as possible." Lydia told me. "Derek is the Alpha, head of the pack. A dad is the head of a family, and that's basically what we are."

Ok, that was fine, I would agree to that. I just wanted to know why I was the mom?! Why me?! Why not an actual girl?! What made me the mom?!As if reading my thoughts, Erica continued with the explanation.

"You, Stiles, are the mom." Erica added. "Why? Because you do everything a mom does, which is everything a dad doesn't normally do. You look after us all the time."

"Get yourself into trouble for us, even if it means you getting hurt." Boyd shrugged.

"Make us laugh and cheer us up." Isaac slipped in.

"Give helpful advice." Danny supplied.

"Stop us from turning in public, without the use of violence." Scott said.

"You listen when we need you to." Allison smiled.

"Stick up for us." Jackson mumbled.

"And for some unknown reason you seem to love us all, no matter how we treated you before all of this." Lydia finished. "And that's only to name a few things."

I sat there, for the second time in my life, speechless. I had no idea what to say to all of that. I mean, did I really do all of that? And more? No. No, I didn't. Did I? Didn't they all do that? I swore they all did that for each other and it wasn't just me. No, it couldn't... I mean, sure, I feed them when I need to and make sure they actually sleep at night; I run into the middle of any fight with the current big bad to help them out, not caring if I get hurt, as long as my pack are fine; I do make them laugh and cheer them up, as shown by my earlier actions with the couch and Twilight thing; I do give them advice, like I did with Danny when he was freaking about his and Isaac's first date; I had helped Scott and Jackson stop from going all wolfy on each other and other people when at school or something, and all because they had short tempers sometimes; I listen when I'm needed, like when Allison needed to vent once about her family – contrary to popular belief, I am a good listener, despite my ADHD; I do stick up for them when needed too, like when there were still some harsh feelings about the Kanima incident and Jackson needed someone on his side, since it really wasn't the guys fault; I did love them all, because they were pack, my friends, my extended family... But wasn't that what friends do? Don't Pack members do that for each other?

"And not forgetting Stiles and Derek make a cute couple." Allison grinned talking to the other two girls.

Ok, what now?!

"Definitely!" Erica beamed. "There is a definite love connection there."

What the hell?!

"Please, it's been there for God knows how long!" Lydia complained, slightly.

I was dreaming, that was the only logical explanation. Though they all had seemed to have forgotten that I was sitting right there. All but Derek, anyway.

"Well there definitely is on Stiles' side." Scott blabbed. "He's been hopelessly head over heels for our Alpha for... Well, I actually don't know how long. I didn't ask."

"How do you know this?" Erica demanded.

"Stiles told me. And now that I think about it he made me promise not to tell..."

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole! Like Scott said, he had promised not to tell anybody! He PROMISED! He was my best friend and he broke his promise. But not only had he broken his promise, but he had blabbed while the person that piece of information was about was in the fucking room!

I sat there, frozen, holding my breath. I thought my heart had stopped beating; oh God, I wish it had stopped beating! Hesitantly, with my eyes wider and mouth firmly closed, a look of plain panic and fear and betrayal masking my face, I glanced at Derek. He was just sitting there, on the edge of his armchair, staring at me with wide eyes. I looked away quickly, noting that the rest of the pack had finally remembered that Derek and I were sitting right there. Slowly, I started breathing again, my heart pounding erratically.

I need to get out of here.

Standing up as quick as I could, I mumbled something about having to go, not stopping when I heard them calling after me. I just kept my head down, and walked as fast as I could out of Derek's house and to my Jeep, driving away as quick as I could.


I didn't stop until I reached my house, shutting of the engine and going straight to the door. As soon as I was inside and the door was closed, I started walking upstairs, so I could lock myself in my room and just stay there, for the rest of my life. Of course my dad had other ideas.

"Hey, you're home early." he commented, appearing from the living room

"Yeah, I... I wasn't in the Pack bounding mood." I muttered, going to walk up the stairs.

"Stop. Come here."

Sighing, I stepped off of the first step of the stairs and walked over to my dad, stopping a few feet away from him, rubbing my hand on the back of my neck.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Nothing." I muttered. "It's fine. Promise. I just...need to sleep."

"Stiles..."

"Please, dad? Just, let me go to sleep?"

Without saying anything, dad just dragged me in for a hug. Ever since mom had died, it had been a rare thing for dad to hug me... But know that he knew about the Pack, and that neither of us was going to suddenly disappear on the other, he had started becoming like his old self again, which included drinking less.

"Go sleep." he mumbled in my ear before letting me go.

I smiled before I started walking up the stairs.

"Oh and dad, if anyone in the Pack comes over...please don't let them in. Not tonight." I called over my shoulder. "Night."


All night, there was a soft knocking at my window. But I kept it locked. I kept it locked and I didn't move from my bed for the whole night. But the person – well, the werewolf – at my window didn't leave, the knocking returning when I woke up the next morning.

I didn't unlock my window until I had finished brushing my teeth, going straight back to my bed after it was opened. I wormed my way back under the covers, revelling in the warmth. I just looked at the duvet that surrounded me, refusing to look up. I didn't even know which of the wolves were standing there, but I didn't want to know. Especially if it was...

"Stiles." Derek said, simply.

Of course it would be him. Why wouldn't it?!

"Please don't." I whispered, burying myself further under the covers on my bed, pretty much covering my head with them. "Just don't... And leave."

"No." was the reply I received.

"Please."

"No."

I groaned. Stubborn Sourwolf!

"Why?!" I demanded. "Why the hell not?!"

Nothing. Derek said nothing. For a moment I thought he left. I thought that for once he may have actually listened to me. Thinking that, I started to lover the covers, removing my head from them. And then I saw Derek was still standing there. I was about to throw the covers back over my head, but something was stopping me, and looking up I saw that Derek was holding onto them, refusing to let go.

I opened my mouth, about to ask him what the hell he was doing, when there was something preventing me from talking. No, not something, someone. Well, someone and their lips! And not just any someone, but Derek! I had to be dreaming right? Yeah, course, I was dreaming. Did tongues feel real in dreams, when they were trying to get past your lips? Wait, what?! Ok, so not a dream, and now Derek's tongue was – essentially – fucking my mouth! Well... Um... Yeah, third time in my life that I was left speechless. When we actually broke apart for air, Derek placed his forehead against mine, smiling. I had never seen him smile, no one in the Pack had. But damn, he needed to do it more often.

"So they were right." Derek said. "Good. I would have hated to be wrong right about now."

I just blinked, kind of dazed, and still trying to wake up. Did that really just happen?

"Wha...?" was my oh-so-intelligent response.

Derek laughed. And I mean, actually laughed!

"I'll put it simply." he grinned. "I seem to be 'hopelessly head over heels' for this mouthy teen in my Pack, who has ADHD, and who has the title of Pack Mom. And have been for a little while now."

Well...what do you know?

Not thinking – something I do very well – I didn't reply and just kissed the Alpha again. Man, this was not what I expected, but damn I was not complaining!

Maybe being Pack Mom wasn't so bad after all.


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