A/N: So the story behind this one is that I had to work alone a few days ago and, since I work in a gas station at night, I had to stay up front and make sure customers were taken care of. After finishing all the front area work, I sat down and started jotting down ideas for new stories. This one is my favorite of the two that I came up with. The other is more of a collection of backstories, some of the views of which are included in here.

"C'mon, Scott!" Stiles pulled his best friend and boyfriend behind him into the pet store. "You promised me a puppy and I know I'm going to find the perfect one!" Scott sighed as he was dragged down towards the kennels. He loved Stiles to death, but sometimes even he could become weary of Stiles' level of hyperactivity and enthusiasm.

Scott and Stiles had been best friends since second grade when Scott moved to Beacon Hills and his parents were still together. After Stiles helped him with an asthma attack on his first day of school, the two became inseparable, spending almost all their time with each other. They went through a lot, what with Scott's parents' divorce and Stiles' mother's death. After Claudia Stilinski died, the Sheriff was made busy with a rash of animal attacks, leaving Stiles to stay with Scott and his mother Melissa for a few weeks. Scott remembered consoling Stiles almost every night from either a nightmare or a panic attack, sometimes both.

Around freshman year, Stiles had walked into Scott's bathroom as Scott was getting out of the shower. The two had seen the other naked multiple times before, but this time, there was something different about it. Stiles felt himself getting aroused, staring at Scott's body and both of them could tell Scott was enjoying it. When Scott closed in and gently took Stiles' lips against his own, it was inevitable. When the time came to tell their parents, neither Melissa or the Sheriff were surprised.

Stiles knelt down in front of the largest cage and offered his hand to the group of excited puppies coming over to greet him. All of them sniffed his hand and licked it. Scott smiled at the sight; everybody loved Stiles, regardless of how crazy he was. The nearby attendant opened the cage door and the puppies leapt out, giving Stiles kisses. The black-haired boy laughed as he lay on the concrete floor, surrounded by the little bundles of fur.

Scott saw that one puppy wasn't joining in the fun. He stepped into the cage and knelt down beside the blonde puppy. Its big blue eyes looked up at Scott and it took a tentative step towards the smiling boy, sniffing his pant leg.

"Hey there, little buddy," Scott whispered, scratching the puppy behind the ears. "You're so cute. You're like a lone wolf back here."

"Woof!" The puppy jumped into Scott's lap and Scott sat back, grinning, as he made a new friend.

"Scott!" Stiles came over to them, holding a brown puppy. "I love this one. He's scrappy and he pushed through all the other pups just to get to me. I want to name him Liam."

Scott smiled up at his boyfriend and picked up the blonde one, still scratching his ears. "I've decided I want to get this one here. He's quiet and bound to not be a nuisance. He looks like an Isaac to me." As Scott and Stiles came together and kissed, Liam sniffed Isaac and barked in acceptance.

Derek Hale was tired. Tired of trying to find where the Pack had gone off to. Two of the young boys in the Pack were gone. They haven't been seen in a week. Normally, Derek wouldn't worry about them, but these two were special to him. Liam had anger issues but they made good for battles. Isaac, on the other hand, was quiet, reserved, and preferred to stay out of the line of fire. Yet the little blonde boy's love of books helped them in the research department. He knew that the two had never met, but God only knows they could've met up somewhere.

"Found them yet?" Laura asked her brother. Derek shook his head. "Damn."

"I have this feeling that they found each other, somehow, and are doing really well," Cora said from her spot on the couch. "You should relax, Dere."

"Okay, one, don't call me Dere, and two, Isaac and Liam are part of our Pack." Derek paced up and down the room. "Mom would be so disappointed in us if she knew we weren't out looking out for our Pack members."

Cora stood up and walked over to her older brother. "Derek, they're fine. Now chill." Derek only hoped that she was right.

"Okay, Liam, this is your new home!" Stiles pushed open the front door of his house. Scott was behind him, cuddling Isaac to his chest. The blonde pup made a small noise of content as he was cradled against Scott's thin frame.

"Here's my room." Stiles kicked the door open and put Liam on the floor. The puppy put his nose to the floor and started moving around the room, sniffing everything he could. He came across one of Stiles' sneakers in the closet and climbed in, barking to let Stiles know where he went.

The front door opened and Isaac's ears perked up at the sound. He hopped out of Scott's arms and scurried over to the top of the staircase. The Sheriff looked up and gave Isaac a small smile. Isaac scrambled back over to Scott and pulled on his pant leg, wanting to be picked up.

"I see you boys have picked your pups." John walked to the door and smiled at the sight of Stiles on the floor, Liam licking his face. "And this one's yours, Scott?" He reached to pet Isaac, who, although hesitant at first, allowed the man to touch him.

"Yep. His name's Isaac. He likes to be alone. He was the only one in the kennel who didn't go running over to Stiles," Scott explained.

"Dad!" Stiles got off the floor, holding Liam out for his father to take. "This is Liam. He fought his way through the throng of pups to get to me. He's a fighter, I can tell." Mr. Stilinski took Liam from Stiles; Liam looked at him before licking his face. "Look how friendly he is."

"I trust you bought all the necessary materials to have a puppy, Stiles," John said, eyeing his son. "Need I remind you of Bane?"

Stiles covered his ears. "No, Dad, don't!" He shook his head. Scott chuckled lightly. Bane was Stiles' gerbil when he was eight. The boy had even fitted the rodent with a mask much like the character's. Much to Stiles' chagrin, he found that once he put the mask on, he was unable to remove it and the gerbil was incapable of feeding itself. Within a few days, there was a tiny grave in the backyard.

"I promise we both got all the equipment to care for these guys," Scott promised the Sheriff, who nodded. "It's all a case of whether Stiles decides to make a paper-maché mask that ends up being impossible to remove." Stiles punched Scott in the shoulder.

As Scott had intended on staying the night at Stiles', of course under John's condition of no shenanigans, he found a large enough basket to fit both puppies. Isaac fell asleep seconds after making himself comfortable on the pile of blankets and Liam positioned himself right beside Isaac, a paw on his head, planning to keep him safe.

"Look at them," Scott whispered as he and Stiles lay next to one another in Stiles' bed. "Liam's really taken to Isaac. And so fast too!"

"Took me two minutes to be taken with you," Stiles murmured, his face in the crook of Scott's neck. The tan boy pushed him away. "Scott!" Stiles whined.

"Your dad's room is right next door. Do you really want him to listen to us fooling around all night? Especially since we have that big Chem test first thing in the morning?" Stiles pouted and flopped back against the pillows.

"Fine, but I'm holding you responsible for my blue balls." Scott snorted, shaking his head about Stiles' vulgar way of putting it.

"Good night, Stiles." Scott turned out the light.

"Night, Scotty."

Stiles was the first to wake the next morning. He slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, he made to wake Liam and Isaac, only to freeze upon looking down at them. In the place of his and Scott's puppies, there were two small boys, one with messy short-cut brown hair, the other with long blonde curls. They looked about seven or eight years old, and they were only clad in white briefs. Stiles thanked the heavens above that his father left for work early on Monday mornings.

"Scott!" Stiles nudged his boyfriend in the side. Scott sat up, mumbling incoherently. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Stiles.

"What is it?"

"Look at where our puppies are." Stiles tried as hard as he could to contain the fear and hysteria in his voice. Scott looked over and instantly jumped out of bed.

"How did— Where—" His gaze leapt between Stiles and the two boys in the basket. "Your dad's—"

"Gone to work already." Stiles put a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"What the hell?"