Wolf Pile

Flaming Blue Eyes

Chapter 1

Stiles felt his eyes drooping as the movie played on. The whole pack was in Scott's living room watching some old werewolf movie. They had started watching movies at nine though, and with the sugar crashing and lack of more caffeinated drinks the pack was slowly drifting off to sleep.

Jackson and Lydia were on the couch, Lydia already sleeping against Jackson. Then Stiles was on the ground with Scott and Issac on either side of him. Issac was nodding off, only waking up when his face hit Stiles' shoulder. Scott was sleeping against Stiles' other shoulder, and Allison was leaning on him.

Erica grabbed her pillow and nudged Stiles and Issac's legs. Weaseling herself in between them, she set her pillow on Stiles' legs. Stiles was going to complain, but Boyd did the same thing with Scott's legs, settling himself between Stiles' and Scott's before falling back into the motionless calm.

The movie was showing some really badly computer generated werewolf change when Stiles started to feel his eyes droop lower and lower, only to be shot back open at the thought of the nightmares he had been having since the kanima and alphas incidents. However, not even those images of loosing his grip on Derek or watching his friends be killed kept his eyes from falling shut. His breathing slowed, and soon enough he was embraced by the arms of sleep.

"Where the hell are they?" Derek thought aloud as he wandered through the woods. He had told them to be at training at six. It was seven, and Derek was starting to get antsy. He growled to himself as he finally broke through the clearing to see where his betas all got to. Scott's house smelled like the whole pack, and the strong scent made Derek realize they were all inside.

Walking up the steps, Derek was slightly surprised to find the door unlocked. He didn't smell the coppery scent of blood though, so the wolf entered with his hackles slightly lowered. The question about the whereabouts of his pack was answered the second he walked in. The whole pack seemed to be in Scott's living room. Derek walked towards them, but had his tirade halted by the sight before him.

All of the pack was sleeping together in a giant wolf huddle that was typically only done when wolves were young. Stiles seemed to be the center of it, somehow managing to touch everyone in the huddle in one way or another. His head was pillowed against Lydia and Jackson's arms. His sides were flanked by Issac and Scott. Allison slept curled up to Scott's chest, her arm around his neck lightly brushing Stiles' shoulder. Issac had Erica's legs tangled with his, but her head rest against Stiles' thighs. Boyd was similarly placed, but with his head against Stiles' calves, and his legs tangled with Scott's.

Derek felt his heart clench at the sight. He could remember when Laura and he slept with the rest of the family like that. He could remember the calm it brought to all the wolves, and the sound of everyone's hearts beating in the same time just as they were with his current pack. Memories of happier days started to flash through Derek's mind, and he didn't notice one figure start moving.

A sleepy Stiles rubbed his eyes, and cracked his neck after having it twisted at a strange angle for the whole night. He felt like an anvil was laying on his legs, and as he blinked his eyes open, he saw Erica's blonde hair flowing over his legs. "Why is Erica sleeping on me?" Stiles thought before he looked up. Derek was standing in the doorway with a look of horror on his face. "Derek are you okay?" Stiles asked with sleep coating his tongue.

Derek stared at Stiles, and then left the room quickly without saying a word. Stiles felt the head on his shoulder lift up. Issac yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Morning." He grumbled to Stiles as he stretched his arms and yawned again. "I'll go make some coffee." Issac untangled himself from the group and wandered over to the kitchen. Stiles moved to go help, but claws dug into his leg.

"Stilinski I will kill you if you make me wake up now." Boyd removed his claws from the boy's leg. Stiles groaned when he realized that while being everyone's pillow was warm and nice, you had to stay in one place unless you wanted to wake everyone up. He closed his eyes and figured that everyone would be awake if he fell back asleep for a few hours.

Melissa McCall smiled as she started cooking breakfast. Her I-phone sat on the counter with a new picture on the lock screen. It was of a group of teenagers sleeping in a giant huddle, looking like a group of puppies with their strange twisting and moving. She smiled and started humming to herself as she threw some eggs into the pan, and set the table.

A.n. There is more if you want me to keep going with it. Not really sure where it's leading though...suggestions?