In retrospect Stiles should've concocted a better thought out plan. You can't blame him for it though. Stiles, if anything, was fiercely protective of his pack. He couldn't help it if his pack decided to run head on against a coven of witches. He blamed Jackson, the douchenozzle was just plain stupid sometimes. I mean if you see a woman who clearly looks like a prostitute then you don't say that she looks like a prostitute right next to her. You wait until you're a good few feet away.
So that's why Stiles is driving his beloved Jeep through the shittiest terrain in the world and scuffing his perfectly new wheels while smudging the sides with endless amounts of mud. "I'm sorry Martha. I promise I'll give you a good washing once I'm finished beating the hell out of my stupid packmates" said Stiles while caressing the dashboard of the jeep.
The terrain wasn't looking any better and every once in a while Stiles' head would hit the ceiling of the car due to the bumpy road. Stiles stared back down at his phone which was bleeping a signal on a map that was leading him to the location of Scott's phone. He continued following it when Martha started to stutter and cough. "No. No. No, why now?!" said Stiles in frustration as the jeep slowed to a halt.
"Having car troubles?" Stiles practically flailed in midair as the voice of one creepy ass Peter Hale spoke aloud. What is it with these wolves and wanting to give him heart attacks? Was there some sort of werewolf law that said wolves should scare Stiles at any given opportune moment? Because that was totally unfair because it's not like he had super senses to detect when one of the furry bastards was approaching.
"My god! Is it your personal mission to be creepy as hell in the most inappropriate of moments?" shrieked Stiles, "So what are you here to kill me or something? Cause I kinda have somewhere to be right now"
Peter winked at him, the bastard, "Contrary to what you might believe Stiles I have no intentions of hurting you."
"No intentions of… are you fucking kidding me? You, who literally stabbed Derek through the back and chased us through the school trying to rip our heads off, have no intentions of hurting me? Excuse me if I find that hard to beli—"
Peter cut him off before he could continue his rant, "Stiles I know that if don't interrupt you know you'll ramble forever. Now you and I both know that my nephew made a stupid decision and are now paying the price by, most likely, getting their asses kicked by witches. So I suggest that we get a move on."
"How did you even know-?" started Stiles but was completely ignored as the beta began jogging away. Stiles had no choice but to follow him now that Martha was out the picture, so he conceded and began following.
The woods seemed to go on forever and they eventually headed into territory Stiles had never been in before. He could hear it before he saw it. He heard fire crackling, thunder roaring, ice flying, arrows whizzing, and the sure sign of werewolves growling and slashing. Peter motioned for Stiles to stay back while he looked on ahead and sniffed the air. "There's about five of them. They're outnumbered but more than capable of handling a wolf pack. I suggest you wait here, you wouldn't be much of an asset in battle anyways" and with that the beta sneaked around the battle and jumped into the fray, attempting to swipe at a girl, who seemed to be in her early twenties, but missed entirely as she swiveled to the side.
Well screw you too Peter, thought Stiles as he pulled out the small handgun that his father kept under his bed. The only reason he knew it was there was because one day while Stiles and Scott were playing hide and seek Stiles decided to hide under his father's bed. And because Stiles has always been a curious little thing he opened the small shoebox underneath which contained the firearm. Scott was a squeamish little boy and urged Stiles to put it back where it was. Stiles happily obliged and he never mentioned it to his dad.
Stiles looked up to see the raging battle. The wolves were definitely getting their asses handed to them. Scott and Isaac were fighting one witch who didn't seem like a stereotypical witch at all. She was moving with lightning reflexes holding two glowing knives in her hand and gracefully dodged the attacks aimed at her.
Erica and Boyd also seemed to be having trouble subduing a witch who was shooting freaking lightning bolts at them. Jackson was attacking one with fire fists while Allison tried to get a stab in with her knife. Derek and Peter were trying to attack two of them who were both holding blades of ice that steamed from the cold.
The witches didn't look very hurt at all, but they were clearly tiring out. Each of the wolves, and Allison, were sporting some nasty bruises, gashes, and burns from where they've been hit. The worst of them being Derek who was bleeding from a gash in his shoulder blade and was slightly limping, his arms were covered with terrible burns and he was limping slightly.
And didn't that image of Derek hurt and battered just make Stiles' blood boil. When Stiles first met Derek there was a clear sign of mutual dislike from both parties. But little by little the dislike turned into acceptance, then into awe, then trust, and then lust. That last one freaked Stiles out the first time he woke up from a dream, sweaty and aroused after images of very inappropriate scenes of the Alpha flashed in his mind.
He desperately tried to convince himself that he didn't like Derek that way. They were friends now, sort of, so why should there be anything more. He tried to convince himself that he was still into Lydia, to no avail. The only things he thought about in the shower now were surly Alphas with emotional constipation. And don't even get him started on the talk he was most likely going to have to talk with his dad soon, I mean how would it go 'Hey daddio, guess what? Remember that time you found me at the gay club? Well it turns out I wasn't completely lying.' No, if stiles knew better that was a talk he would probably forever avoid.
Stiles snapped himself out of his thoughts of unrequited attraction and watched in horror as one of the ice blades lodged itself into Derek's bicep. That was enough to get Stiles angry all over again. He was about to charge in and shoot one of the witches when one of them suddenly yelled. "Now!"
All five of the witches jumped back in unnatural motion as one threw black powder forward, forming a black circle around all of the wolves. "Don't think we forgot about you sweetie" said one of the witches as she threw a thin glowing wire at Allison, which tangled itself around her making her incapable of movement. "And don't even try cutting it with your claws. It's laced with wolfsbane so you're claws are pretty much useless against it."
Stiles' heart was racing. What should he do? Should he run in and help or think of a better plan that might not get them all killed? Stiles decided on the latter as he snuck around the edge and stealthily approached the witches while they babbled and giggled at their joy of catching "a bunch of adorable werewolves and a little human girl" their words not his.
His movements didn't go unnoticed by the pack and his eyes locked onto Derek's, the green-gray eyes giving him silent approval with a very slight nod of his head. That was all Stiles needed as he jumped forward and kicked the circle of mountain ash, successfully breaking it, and quickly bending to one knee and shooting the gun he held, successfully nailing fire witch in the chest. She collapsed to the floor and gurgled blood. Yeah, Stiles' been practicing with a gun. Can you blame him?
The rest of the moment was a flurry of movement. The wolves moved at inhumane speeds, the witches caught completely off guard, as Jackson swiped his claws over lightning witch quickly ending her life. Scott and Isaac both pounced onto glowy knife witch and impaled her with their claws. The last witch wasn't so easily to subdue. She swung her ice blades samurai style and managed to keep the wolves at bay, and Allison was out of arrows so she couldn't shoot her crossbow.
But she made one mistake. A mistake that all the stupid supernatural creatures always seem to make. She forgot about the lanky human. Stiles aimed his weapon and shot the witch, hitting her kneecap and causing her to plummet to the ground in pain. She quickly threw her hands up making icicles stick up from the ground and shielding her. While she made the ice Allison retrieved one her lost arrows from a tree and aimed it at her head.
"Give it up bitch- I mean witch" sneered Peter, "You're pretty much drained of magic and severely outnumbered. Quite a predicament if you ask me."
Ice witch just grunted in response, "I see your little pack is very close. How sweet, a little family of misfits."
"If you're done talking I think it's time you die already" stated Scott.
"May I do the honors?" said Erica as she flexed a clawed hand.
"I'm not a fool. I know when I've been defeated, but I'm not going down without a fight. Let's see how you're little pack functions when your first and second are unable to run the pack" she said as she shot a glowing beam at Derek and Scott. Stiles, quickly recognizing the situation, shoved Scott out of the way but was unable to warn Derek as the beam of light hit him in the side and Derek in the chest. Right after the beam was shot Allison released the arrow she had strung, impaling it in the witch's head.
"Stiles!" said Scott as he and Allison crouched beside him. Erica and Boyd knelt beside Derek and tried to keep him from falling into unconsciousness. Peter, Isaac, and Jackson stood to the side with slight sketches of worry on their faces.
Stiles was in pain. Why did this hurt so much? It was like his bones and flesh were contorting and squeezing his organs into themselves. I'm dying, he thought to himself, I'm dying and I didn't even get to say bye to my dad. Didn't get to do any of the crazy shit I've always wanted to do. Didn't get to say what I've wanted to say tomy friends. Didn't get to tell Derek how I felt. If he couldn't do any of those things he could still do the latter. "D-Derek…" wheezed Stiles.
Derek turned to Stiles and their eyes met. Derek looked to be in as much pain as Stiles was, clutching his stomach and curling in on himself. Nope, Stiles couldn't do it. Even close to death he was too scared of the rejection or disgust Derek would show towards him if he said it. But right now Derek's eyes didn't say any of that. They were… warm and fearful? The combination confused Stiles. Why would Derek send anything kind and scared his way at the same time. Was he worried about him?
Stiles' thoughts were cut off as Derek let out a loud scream which was followed shortly by Stiles'. Their bodies began to glow as a blinding light began to slowly increase, enveloping their bodies completely making them invisible within the glow. The pack all stepped back as the light became too strong for their keen sight even for Allison who was human. There was a flash of light as a wave of it shot from the bodies of the boy and the Alpha, successfully striking the rest of the pack, making them all fall into unconsciousness.
Looking at the sun hurt. He was starting to get a headache from the overflow of light. Not to mention it was his fault that he got them attacked by a coven of witches. Jackson regretted it he really did. He didn't mean to say that the woman looked like a prostitute out loud, but sometimes his assholeness got the better of him making him say things he didn't want to.
The memories rushed back to Jackson as he recalled back the events of the past few… How long has it been since they passed out? He remembers being hit with a light coming from Derek and Stiles and then the world went black. Derek and Stiles?! Were they okay? What happened? One minute they had the last witch cornered, and the next Derek and Stiles were writhing in pain on the ground.
Yes, Jackson knows that everyone thinks he's an inconsiderate asshole but the truth is that he does have emotions. And ever since joining the pack he's felt, shall he say it, accepted. Because even though he was the most popular guy in school and co-captain of the lacrosse team, people still hated him. But since joining the Hale pack the whole lot of them, including Stiles whom he bullied constantly before, began to slowly let him in. Jackson looked to the side to see that the witch was gone, as well as the other dead ones, only a bloody arrow left to prove what happened.
"Hey Jackson, how come you so big?" said a little voice whom Jackson most definitely remembered. It was the voice that annoyed him so much as a kid, the voice that made him want to seal it over with duct tape to not hear it again. Jackson looked in shock as a little boy with short fuzzy brown hair looked down at him.
"Stiles?!" yelled Jackson. His screams of surprise slowly roused the rest of the pack awake.
"Hey Stile, how come everyone sleeping?" said another little voice.
Jackson looked in abashed horror at what looked to be a little Derek Hale staring at him. "I dunno Dewek, but Scott bigger now too and he has muscles like my daddy."
"Stiles?!"
"Derek?!"
Said Scott and Peter in unison as the rest of the pack was now fully awake and staring at their child alpha. "Unca Peter? How come you look so old?" said a little Derek.
"Dewek!" hissed Stiles, "You not suppose to call people old. My daddy says it bad manners" Stiles was unable to pronounce the R in manners which was pretty freaking adorable if you ask Jackson.
"Oops. Sorry Unca Peter" apologized Derek while holding his hands in front of himself and looking at his shoes. His feet were pointed towards each other and the sadness in the little boys face made Jackson seriously consider if he wasn't secretly a girl because that was just adorable.
"What in the world is going on?!" interrupted Erica, "Why are Stiles and Derek four?!"
No one was able to answer. They were all still in shock by what was going on. The silence was cut when Stiles trotted over to Erica and outstretched his hand in a greeting manner, "Hi. My name Stiles. Nice to meet you" he said in the most adorable way a four year old would.
Erica looked surprised for a second and tentatively shook his hand. "You vewy pwetty" said Stiles before going around and shaking Boyd and Isaac's hands telling them how Boyd was tall and how he liked Isaac's hair. He walked over to Peter and shook his hand as well before saying "No worry Unca Peter, you not old."
"Stile he not your Unca Peter , he my Unca Peter" said Derek.
"Why not?" questioned Stiles.
"Because" stated Derek with four year old determination.
"Oh. Okay" said Stiles with a sad expression slowly coming on his face.
Derek noticed the expression and quickly tried to fix it, "I'm sorry Stile. I lie, he can be your Unca Peter too."
Stiles' little face was rapidly replaced with content as he fiercely nodded and said okay. Scott tentatively approached Stiles and knelt in front of him. He seemed to be over the fact that his best friend and Alpha were four and figured that they had seen enough crazy to be surprised. "Hey buddy. Can I have a hug?" said Scott with outstretched arms. Stiles happily obliged and hugged Scott , the little boy sighing with happiness. "I want you to meet someone" started Scott as he turned towards Allison, "This is Allison, she's my girlfriend"
Stiles looked at Scott with disgusted horror, "Ew Scott girls are yucky! But you big now so I guess is okay." Stiles walked up to a surprised Allison and gave her a hug, "You take care of Scott because he have ass-ma and he my best fwiend" said Stiles.
Jackson couldn't help but laugh out loud at how ridiculous little Stiles was. He didn't find him annoying like how he did as a kid. Just entertaining. "Do you have girlfwend too Jacky?" asked Stiles. And there it was, the reason Jackson had begun to dislike Stiles, because of that stupid nickname. Strangely it didn't bother him when it came out of four year old Stiles.
"Yes I do Stiles. Her name is Lydia"
"Is she pwetty like Ally?" asked Stiles with genuine curiosity.
"Prettier" said Jackson winking at him. Scott scoffed at him and Allison giggled.
"I hate to interrupt the kiddy moments here but I think we should let the sheriff know that his son is four years old again" stated Peter. He was right even though the sheriff already knew of the supernatural in Beacon Hills he made it clear that he didn't like it.
"My daddy the shewiff. We go see him now, comon Dewek!" said Stiles as he grabbed Derek's hand and began to pull him along. Derek quickly yanked his hand back and crossed his arms, lifting his head high and closing his eyes.
"Dewek…" said Stiles sadly. Derek continued fake ignoring Stiles.
"No talk to me Stile. I mad at you" stated Derek.
"Why?" started Stiles with a devastated look on his face.
"Because you say that Scott you best friend. And I thought I was you best friend" harrumphed Derek.
"I'm sowy Dewek. Sowy Scott but Dewek my best fwend more than you now" stated Stiles as he hugged Derek.
Scott just smiled at Stiles. The whole pack knew that Derek and Stiles were practically head over heels for each other, but to blocked by fear of rejection that they didn't say anything.
"Is okay Stile. I forgive you" said Derek as he hugged Stiles back.
Jackson was dying. If you could die by cute overload it would be happening right now. If not death than he was certainly diabetic because this amount of sweet was enough to make your teeth decay. Apparently he wasn't the only one because on cue Allison and Erica awed at the two little boys hugging. They ran off while holding hands and motioning for the pack to follow them.
As they walked out of the woods Jackson noticed something really strange. The little boys were wearing the same clothes they had when they were older, but in miniature version. Stiles had a little red hoodie with jeans and converse. Derek was the most funny, he wore a Henley with little jeans and the designer adidas he always wore, complete with a tiny leather jacket.
"Are they wearing the same clothes they had before?!" yelled Isaac in realization. The rest of the pack looked in shock at their little outfits. Jackson laughed.