A/N – So many of us have written about what it would be like if Derek and Stiles had kids, but they are usually infants or toddlers. I haven't really seen anything about how they would handle teenagers, so I wanted to write this. Let me know what you think! As many of the readers on here are teenagers (and alas, I am not), let me know what kinds of situations you would like to see; although I do have a running plot in mind, there a thousand possibilities for individual scenes that I could probably stick anywhere. In this AU, the Pack consists of Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia, Danny/Ted and of course Derek/Stiles. Stiles is (currently) the only human.
Stiles fidgeted nervously, as he always did when he was called to the principal's office. Of course, he thought he was done with all that being that he was in his freaking mid-thirties. But no, his wild-child daughter was in trouble once again. He looked over at Laura Gennifer Hale, who seemed unable to sit still and was alternately snapping her fingers and beating a fast tempo on the arms of her chair to a tune that only she could hear. Stiles remembered the music only too well, but the ADHD had gradually tapered off after he became a father. Laurie looked not at all worried, though that might change by the time Derek found out about this. A glance to the other side revealed his son Erik Steven Hale, who of course had his nose buried in a book. Stiles peered at the title: "The Ethno-Biocentric Morphogenesis of the Mephisto Phallacy" by Dr. Ian Matheson. Stiles had forgotten the first part of the title by the time he got to the end and had to read it three times before he could hold it firmly in his mind. He had no idea what it could possibly be about, but his first guess would be erotic horror. At least it wasn't 'The Notebook'.
Stiles thought back to how eager he and Derek had been to have children, once they had both gotten over themselves enough to actually admit their feelings for each other, followed by the long courtship which mainly consisted of "I'm not good for you, Stiles. My life is too dark and dangerous, because I am the Almighty Alpha and will be dodging aconite-laced bullets fired by Hunters for the rest of my life, and you are only human and don't need to be brought into all this and blah blah blah." As if he hadn't already been brought into it. But after all of that was over, they had gotten married in a quiet civil ceremony (Scott was the best man, while Allison was maid of honor. Not to be outdone, Lydia promptly had herself ordained over the Internet and insisted on performing the ceremony.), and turned their thoughts to the future. Derek's sister Laura, in a magnificent gesture, had several of her eggs harvested before her untimely death as soon as her brother had admitted to her that he preferred the company of men. They had just lost their family a few months before, and Laura teased him by saying she didn't want it to be solely up to her to carry on the family name. After the eggs were fertilized with Stiles' help, the two that proved viable were implanted (after much discussion with their mates and the Pack) into their two female members. Allison gave birth to Laurie nine months later, and Lydia brought Erik into the world. Bizarrely, although the two surrogate mothers did not contribute anything DNA-wise, Erik was book-smart on a par with Lydia herself, complete with an eidetic memory and speed-reading ability, as well as being a living calculator…and no sign of ADHD, though he did have a tendency to brood. Laurie on the other hand showed natural proficiency with the bow, and was an accomplished gymnast for her age just like her surrogate mother, but was so hyperactive she seemed almost to vibrate in place…and she had a natural talent for getting in trouble. The two fifteen year-olds were like oil and water, and fought on almost a daily basis…except when other people messed with one of them. Then it was the two of them against the world.
"So explain to me again why you punched Jimmy Porlock in the face?" Stiles asked quietly.
"Because I looked at it. It just screams 'Punch Me'. Besides, he almost threw Erik's book into the dumpster."
"I don't need you to fight my battles for me, Laurie. I can take care of myself." Erik mumbled from behind his book.
Laurie rolled her eyes. "Sorry, I didn't think your plan of whining and jumping up and down while Jimmy held the book out of your reach would work."
Stiles rubbed his forehead. "Your father is going to kill us all, me included."
Both kids snickered at that, and Stiles joined them after a few seconds.
The door opened, and Mr. Woodard called them in.
"Mr. Hale, so good of you to come-" the principle extended his hand.
"It's 'Stilinski'. Mr. Hale isn't here yet. I kept my maiden name." Stiles said sarcastically. Laurie snorted loudly, and even Erik chuckled quietly. Mr. Woodard colored, and coughed nervously.
"Yes, of course. Why don't you come in? The children can wait out here."
Giving them one last glower before going in, Stiles shut the door behind him. It was pointless to leave them out there, both would be able to hear every word that was said. Although neither teenager had developed the ability to shift yet, they both displayed sensory abilities far above normal human standards.
Just as they were seating themselves, there was a quiet knock on the door, and Derek walked in and took a chair next to Stiles, who breathed a sigh of relief. Derek placed his hand over one of Stiles', which seemed to cause Woodard some discomfort.
"So glad you could make it, Mr. Hale. As I'm sure you both know, we have a very strong anti-bullying policy here at Beacon Hills High School."
"I'm glad to hear that. Some schools let kids get away with murder." Stiles said, with some venom in his voice. Derek's lips quirked.
"In light of that, once Laurie returns to school from the standard 3-day suspension this infraction calls for-"
"WHOA!" Stiles growled. Derek looked at him in surprise. Although Derek was the Alpha of their Pack, Stiles was definitely the Alpha when it came to their children.
"You're telling me that Laurie's the bully here? She was protecting her brother from that Porlock kid for the fiftieth time! Is he even in trouble at least?"
"Jimmy has been reprimanded, but at no time did he strike either of your children, so-"
"Not on school grounds, he hasn't! He's tried to ambush him a few times on the way home from school, I can tell you that!" Stiles was getting red in the face; Derek gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
"And on none of those occasions did anything happen, since your daughter always seemed quite capable of handling herself against Jimmy and his friends." Mr. Woodard countered.
Stiles took a deep breath. "Mr. Woodard…I can perfectly understand you wanting to enforce these rules so that children can feel safe in school, but you seem to be deliberately ignoring the fact that Jimmy Porlock has always been the instigator every time-"
The door opened, and Hank Porlock walked in. He was dressed in grease-covered overalls, a sharp contrast to Derek's Hugo Boss suit. Stiles outfit was casual, though probably no less expensive. Their household had done pretty well since Derek started Hale Shipping, Inc. with a portion of his inheritance. Stiles was the head accountant, and Derek gave him a handsome salary (not to mention fringe benefits) and let him work from home or at the office as he needed.
Hank gave them the once-over before taking his own seat as far from them as possible. Only Stiles seemed to notice the sound of wood splintering from where Derek gripped the armrest of his chair. Now it was his turn to squeeze Derek's hand. No need for the kids to have to change schools because the principal and a parent were found partially devoured by an enormous rabid wolf.
"I couldn't help overhearin' what you said, Mr….Halinski? You gotta unnerstand, your kids are gonna get some flak, bein' that their folks are…you know…two dudes." He gave them a grin that revealed teeth that were an unhealthy shade of brown. Derek's nose was stinging from the smell of the tobacco the guy loved to chew. That was bad for one's health. Maybe Derek could help him kick the habit by pulling his jaw off…
"If you let Jimmy know that there's nothing out of the ordinary about same-sex couples, he'd be less inclined to give anyone flak about it." Derek said in a dangerous voice. Derek stared at the principal while he said this, though it was meant for Hank. Mr. Woodard couldn't meet that gaze to save his life, and searched for something in his desk drawer. Perhaps his courage.
"You telling me how to raise my boy, Hale?" Porlock countered.
Derek slowly turned to face him. Despite the inner contempt he felt for the two fruits in front of him, AND their geek son and tomboy daughter (figures the kids would be all confused), Porlock involuntarily leaned far back in his chair as a cold chill raced down his spine. Stilinski had been to their house a few times to complain about Jimmy, and Hank had to resist the urge to pound the little runt into the ground. Shortly after Stilinski left the last time, his father showed up…Hank remembered the retired Sheriff only too well. That meeting ended with Hank slammed up against the nearest wall while Steven let him know in no uncertain terms that this bullshit was to end, right the fuck now.
Despite himself, Hank couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Why, Steve? You gonna run me into jail if I don't keep my boy on a leash?"
Steven just looked at him.
"No, you stupid asshole. You may not believe this, but it's for your own good. One day, my son-in-law may just decide to show up here. You'll wish I put you in solitary confinement in Alcatraz for ten years before he gets through with you, mark my words."
Now, looking at Hale, Hank believed it. Hale's eyes seemed to drill right into his head. The guy was looking at him like he was lunch for crying out loud.
"Yes. I am telling you how to raise your boy, since you seem to be a clueless fuck. I have nothing against Jimmy, he's a product of his environment. But if he comes near our kids again, I will personally come see you, and you will beg to re-educate him before I am done. I have a list of ways to make sure of that. You won't… like… any of them. Am I clear?"
If anyone else had made those threats, Hank Porlock would come at them with both fists swinging. But something about Hale…his dead flat voice, or the 100% confident way he said them…caused something in the primitive part of his brain to keep his ass right in that chair.
"Mr. Hale! I did not call this meeting to have you fight with each other! Making threats is hardly-" Woodard shouted.
"Mr. Woodard, I will personally turn this matter over to the District Attorney, who along with the superintendent are close friends of mine. If you had done something about this before, none of us would be sitting here now. My children will defend themselves when they are forced to, and I am more than willing to make a Federal case out of this. Do you want to know what I'm worried about?" Derek looked at both men.
"I am worried about children getting hurt…any children. I don't want ours to get hurt, and I don't want ours to hurt anyone else." Derek turned his burning gaze back onto Mr. Porlock, who seriously considered climbing out the window to get away from the psychopath who addressed him.
"Our son may come across as the bookish type, but I promise you that when the day comes he decides he's had enough…he's going to make an example out of someone. For Jimmy's sake, make sure it's not him. We are done here."
Derek got up, and Stiles followed suit. Woodard and Porlock didn't move until almost ten minutes after they left.
"C'mon kids." Derek and Stiles said together. They both rolled their eyes and got up.
"Dad, can I drive in the Camaro with you?" asked Laurie excitedly. She shared her father's love of muscle cars it seemed.
"No. I have to go back to work. I had to cancel a pretty important meeting for this, and it will take me the rest of the day to reschedule. I ought to ground you for getting suspended."
Laurie got right in front of Derek and blocked him with her arms folded, and one of his own patented Glares thrown at him.
"Then tell me, exactly what was I supposed to do, so I can avoid interrupting your precious meetings in the future?"
Both Erik and Stiles sucked in their breath. Laurie was the only person on earth who could work up the nerve to try a stunt like that.
Derek looked at her, grinding his teeth.
"Isn't it obvious? Beat him up after school!"
Then the two of them burst into laughter, and hugged each other tightly, Derek swinging her around, her long black hair almost whipping her brother in the face.
Stiles sighed. Laurie had an understanding of Derek (and he of her) that Stiles did not have even after all of these years. At least Erik looked mystified too.
"Okay, if you want you can come to work with me and maybe earn some money while you're at it. Sty, you want me to bring anything home for dinner?"
"Nope. Tonight's 'Pork chop' night."
"Give me five minutes and it can be 'Porlock chop' night. I'll be home around 7. Love you." They hugged, and Derek got into the Camaro while Laurie ran around to the other side. "Bye, Pop!" she called. No hug. Stiles leaned into the window, and gave his husband a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks for coming today. I just wasn't making any headway with them."
"No problem, our kids come first, you know that." They drove off, while Stiles and Erik walked over to the minivan mostly used for family outings. Erik got into the passenger seat and opened his book again. Now Stiles felt an urge to toss it in a dumpster.
"I don't know about you, but I love these father-son bonding moments." Stiles muttered.
Erik turned a page without answering.
Stiles wondered how things would change this weekend when they had to sit the kids down and have 'The Talk." Their sixteenth birthday was rapidly approaching, and soon they would have their first shift. Too bad the kids didn't even know they were werewolves yet…
Derek had wanted to tell them when they were younger, but Stiles resisted worrying that they might be scared, or that they might tell someone outside the family. There had been no Hunter activity for years, as the Argent clan had put the word out that the Hale Pack had agreed to live by the Code and avoid harming humans. Chris had kept an eye on them for years to make sure they held up their end of the bargain, but eventually even he became convinced that all they wanted to do was live peacefully and raise their families. Allison and Scott had given them a grandchild. Christine was only twelve, and already knew she would someday be a werewolf. The last time Stiles visited them, she leapt at him growling and snarling, and tried to rip his sleeve with her teeth.
By the tenth Christmas after his kids were born, the holidays with the Argent family were almost congenial, what with Erik and Laurie calling the elder Hunters 'Uncle Chris' and 'Aunt Vivian'. When the Hale family began getting regular birthday and Christmas cards from them, it was obvious that even their icy hearts had melted.
Every now and then, Derek would say "We have to tell the kids, Sty." And Stiles would plead with Derek to let them enjoy a normal childhood for as long as they could. Derek would get annoyed at that, and insist that his own childhood had been normal, and would have remained normal if not for the late and unlamented Kate Argent.
"That's just it, Der. Once we tell them…they get pulled into our world…forever! There's no going back!"
"They're in our world already, whether we like it or not. It will be worse if we keep it from them. They are going to resent us, Sty. Mark my words."
Then he would let it drop… for a while. Stiles realized that time had flown by and now the inevitable day was on the horizon. Derek was saying that their scent was changing…becoming less human-smelling. Stiles prayed they would take it okay, and now felt that maybe Scott and Allison had the right idea.
"Please, God…please don't let my kids eat Jimmy Porlock…" he prayed silently.
Stiles looked over when Erik put down his book. He was rubbing his jawline gently.
"What's wrong, son?" he asked nervously.
"Jaw hurts. Maybe my wisdom teeth are coming in."
Stiles looked back at the road, saying nothing.
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Derek and Laurie arrived home earlier than expected. Laurie rushed off to her room trying to hide a shopping bag under her arm. Stiles put his hands on his hips and gave Derek the 'Stiles Stun-Gaze' (about half the power of a 'Derek Death-Glare'). Derek gave him a cheesy grin.
"What?" he asked.
"Our daughter gets suspended and you take her shopping?" he fumed.
"Sty, she helped out and earned the money herself. Besides, I really don't think she did anything wrong. Porlock had it coming. Don't you think so?"
"If we let them think that this is the way to resolve conflicts, who knows what they may do…down the road?"
Erik glanced briefly at them, then closed his book and went down the hall to his room.
"If you're going to talk about us like we're not here, you should wait until we aren't." he called back.
Stiles face-palmed himself.
Derek came over and gave him a tight hug.
"Sorry. We should talk about how we are going to handle them together."
"I just feel like the wicked step-mother in a fairy-tale all the time."
"Well, you are the fairest of them all."
Stiles grinned despite himself, and ground himself against his mate's body, nipping at his ear. Derek growled low in his throat and gently pushed Stiles up against the nearest wall, licking up his neck and gently biting at Stiles' lips…first the bottom then the top before darting his tongue quickly inside. Stiles allowed himself to melt into the kiss for about a minute before he suddenly shouted 'Pork chops!" and tore loose to dash into the kitchen. Derek sighed and adjusted the contents of his crowded boxers before hanging up his coat and kicking his shoes into the closet. Stiles didn't know it yet, but Derek intended to power-slam him into next week as soon as they went up to bed. Thank goodness they'd had the foresight to soundproof their bedroom…
Unfortunately, Derek's plans were all for naught. After dinner, they watched some movie about killer rabbits before the kids went to bed. When Derek went to drag Stiles by hand to their bedroom, he found his mate fast asleep and gently snoring. He sighed again, missing the Stiles that once had the energy to go four or five times a day and all through the night besides. Derek gently lifted his mate off the couch and brought him up to bed, his heart swelling with painful joy at his good fortune. He gently pulled off Stiles' clothes, leaving only his boxers before stripping down to his own and spooning into his human mate. Stiles turned around and put his arm around Derek's waist…before slipping his hand beneath the waistband to grip the firm ass he found there.
"Careful what you wish for…" Derek growled, as his boxers became crowded again.
Stiles swept his hand to the front and took firm hold of him, rubbing his thumb over the most sensitive part.
"I think Sleeping Beauty is awake." Stiles mumbled.
Derek's eyes opened, and flashed a menacing crimson.
"You are soooo fucked!" he growled.
"Promises, promises." grinned Stiles.
As it turned out, Derek was quite rabid about keeping his promises.
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Stiles whistled as he whirled about the kitchen making breakfast in his favorite SpongeBob boxers and 'Doug' t-shirt. He couldn't imagine why he'd been so down the last few days, life was nothing but freaking sunshine and lollipops as far as he was concerned.
Laurie and Erik came into the kitchen for breakfast.
"And what would the beautiful Princess Laurie like to eat?" Stiles asked grandly.
"Morning Pop. Scrambled eggs and toast. Hmmm, someone got lucky last night." Laurie said, giving him the fisheye. Stiles sported a large hickey on the left side of his neck.
"Eugh, gross. Old people having sex. There should be laws against that." muttered Erik. "I need a therapist."
"No argument there." Derek walked into the kitchen, fresh from a shower, his bare chest still slightly wet. When he bent over to peer into the fridge, Stiles whacked his ass through the faded blue sweatpants he wore.
"I think I'll meet you at the shrink's." joked Laurie, her blue-green eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Let's give them disorders they never even heard of." growled Stiles. Derek grinned around a mouthful of strawberries, and after a short kiss, Stiles pulled one from his mouth and bit it in half.
"I just threw up in my mouth." complained Laurie.
"I went blind…and I think I'm okay with it." put in Erik.
"Sty, I'll drop Erik off at school. You're stuck with Laurie for the day though." Derek left to get dressed.
"Excellent. We'll start with the laundry; I'll let you do Erik's underwear and gym socks. Then I'll show you how to give the toilets a good scrubbing. After that we can start on the bathtub grout…"
"DAD!" screamed Laurie in terror, while Erik snickered. Stiles let them eat breakfast while he changed.
"You smell funny." Laurie said, wrinkling her nose.
"You do, too." Erik rubbed his jaw again, and blinked his eyes.
"Nice comeback, but I'm serious." she said, pulling at her ears.
"So am I. I'm going to clip my fingernails before school, they're getting gross. Tell Dad I'll be right back."
Erik put his empty cereal bowl in the sink and walked off to his room.
Laurie began her finger-snapping hand-tapping routine, until it occurred to her she ought to practice walking on her hands. She did a half-cartwheel, achieving perfect balance and equilibrium, and then on a whim arched her back until her feet hit the floor and began to crawl spider-like around the kitchen, but with her stomach facing up. Stiles came back in and shrieked.
"Stop that! You look like the girl from 'The Exorcist'!"
Laurie laughed and straightened up, pinching Stiles on the cheek. He swatted her away irritably. Derek and Erik walked out to the car after he gave his husband a last peck on the cheek.
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Derek glanced at his son, who was already digging one of his monstrous tomes out of his knapsack, while rubbing his jaw with the other hand.
"Teeth bothering you, son?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, Dad. Think I should go to the dentist?" Erik looked at him with concern. "I never had a cavity or anything, I thought maybe it was my wisdom teeth…"
"Son, it's not your wisdom teeth. Look, your Pop is going to kill me for saying anything to you without him present…but over the next few days you are going to feel some pretty strange things happening to your body. I promise you that we are going to sit down as a family and tell you…what I feel should have been said to you a long time ago."
"Like what?" Erik asked, his book forgotten on his lap. His dark eyes, so like Stiles' were wide and curious.
"Just stuff about our family…about our…heritage. It will be a little shocking…oh, damnit I should have put my foot down! This is no way for you kids to be brought into this! You aren't going to have any time to adjust!"
"Dad, you're really freaking me out! What the hell! Are we sick or something? We've never been sick in our lives, except for Pop getting a cold now and then. Is something going to happen to me or Laurie?" Erik was beginning to smell panicked. The slightly musky odor of newborn wolf was getting stronger as well.
Derek calmed himself with a mighty effort.
"NO! You aren't sick…it's more like…a family tradition. I didn't mean to upset you. Go to school, and we'll talk about it when you get home, first thing. I promise." They pulled up to the school, and Erik got out of the Camaro, and walked towards the building looking slightly dazed. Derek snarled to himself as he drove off to work, his eyes flashing crimson.
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The day dragged on, and for once Erik absorbed absolutely none of the lessons in any of his classes. He was too busy pondering his Dad's strange behavior, and what he could have been talking about.
He was so lost in his thoughts that as he walked home, he forgot to take his usual roundabout way home that let him avoid any chance of running into Porlock or his cronies. Erik wasn't a coward, far from it. He had certainly gotten into his fair share of fights over the years. But confrontations of any kind just bothered him, even when he was the winner. Laurie was the one who liked to fight, and most days kids left him alone when they were together. Erik never took the time to cultivate any friendships, and to be truthful no one had really tried with him either. He just preferred the company of his books, of words put down by people he never met, some of them long-dead. Books never jumped out at you from behind hedges…like Jimmy Porlock was about to. Erik smelled him just a moment too late.
"Hey geek. Where's your sister? Did she get sus-pen-ded?"
Another sniff told Erik that Shawn Murphy and Anson Cooper were behind him.
"Yes, because of you." he answered cooly.
"Was it because I threw your books in the dumpster where they belong? Don't worry, I was going to shove you in after them."
Erik clenched his teeth, feeling his own pulse reverberate through his gums.
"I'd like to see you try…without Shawn and Anson's help." The two boys who were being quiet as mice as they snuck up behind him froze. How the hell had he known they were there? The smile on Porlock's face slipped.
"You guys always say I'm such a wimp…but you always need to band together when you come after me…almost like…" Erik stepped right up close to Porlock. "…you're afraid of me."
Jimmy Porlock backed up a step, then cursed himself for doing so. He gave Erik a hard shove…and to his surprise, the smaller boy moved not at all.
Erik's hands and face felt hot, like they were sunburned, and they seemed to be throbbing. Even his ears were throbbing.
Suddenly Erik's arms were grabbed from the sides. In slow motion, he watched Jimmy Porlock draw back a ham-sized fist and send it on a journey that would make Erik's jaw throb in an entirely new way. If he decided to let it happen.
Erik decided not to.
He let out a loud growl and savagely twisted his torso, sending Shawn right into Porlock, their heads cracking together before they crumpled to the sidewalk. Erik grabbed at the suddenly terrified Anson's arm and yanked the other way with all his strength. Anson screamed as he was sent hurtling over the unconscious bodies of his friends and head first into a parked car where he made a sizeable dent in the metal.
Erik stood there, breathing rapidly in and out, and the urge to hurt them even more…a LOT more… came over him so powerfully that he was almost too late to stop himself. He shook his head to clear it. What the hell was happening to him? Was this what his Dad was trying to tell him? Erik shouldered his knapsack and began to sprint home, catching sight of his own blurred reflection in a car window. He stopped and backpedaled, taking a closer look. Nothing now…but a second ago, he could have sworn his eyes were glowing.
He ran the rest of the way home.