Okay I keep seeing a bunch of kidfics where various members of the pack get turned into little kids and Derek ends up having to take care of them. I wondered what if Derek was among the children and someone else had to take care of them. No Allison but it does have Kira, Malia, and the twins
I don't own Teen Wolf.
Peter's POV
Sighing, I opened the door to my nephew's loft and got the shock of my life. Derek's loft was filled with toddlers. Before I could do or say anything one of them ran forward, wrapped his arms around my waist and yelled, "Uncle Peter!" I looked down and saw a little boy with black hair and green eyes smiling up at me. Derek, exactly as he had looked when he was six years old. Without thinking, I reached down and picked up my now six year old nephew.
"Derek, who are your friends?" I asked. Derek absentmindedly pulled on a bit of his hair. I almost smiled; I had forgotten he used to do that when he was thinking.
"They're little; they're only four years old. I'm six," he said proudly.
"Are they wolves like us?" I asked him.
"Some is, some not," he said.
"Some are, some are not," I corrected automatically.
I looked at the other children as Derek repeated my correction. Two identical little boys were wrestling with each other (the twins); a little girl with red curls (Lydia) was teaching a black haired girl (Kira) one of those clapping games, a little boy with floppy brown hair and big brown eyes (Scott) and a little boy with blond curls and sad blue eyes (Isaac) were trying to get their claws to come out, and a brown haired little girl (Malia) was listening to another little boy with honey brown eyes (Stiles) talking excitedly. I put Derek down and walked up to the twins and separated them. One (I had no idea how to tell them apart) bit me.
"Hey! No biting and fighting inside!" I yelled. They whimpered and backed away from me. I remembered to late that they had been in an abusive pack as children.
"Uncle Peter won't hurt you," Derek assured them, "he growls but he's nice."
Well, I thought, that settles the question of if they have current memories. If Derek had current memories he would've told them to bite me harder.
"I sorry I bitted you," whispered the one that bit me. The other nodded fervently.
"We were only playing" said the other.
I looked at them and addressed the boy that bit me,"Which one are you?"
"I's Ethan, he's Aiden," answered the other.
Already getting a headache I did a quick count, Derek, Ethan, Aiden, Lydia, Kira, Scott, Isaac, Malia, and Stiles, that made nine. They was no way I could care for one six year old and eight four your olds. I needed help, there was only one person I could think of to call. I walked over to the one I had assumed was Scott.
"Scott," I said. He looked up from attempts to get his claws to come out.
"Who're you?" he asked.
"My name's Peter, I'm Derek's uncle," I answered.
"Are you a werewolf too?" he asked all excitement and innocence.
"Yes, and I can show you how to make your claws come out. I need to see your phone first," I told him.
"Okay!" he exclaimed, clearly excited that I could help him with his claws. He reached into his pocket and held out his phone. Watching the adorable little boy offering me his phone with complete trust I knew this would be harder than I thought.
My heart sinking and throbbing, I took the phone, scrolled through the contacts until I found the one labeled 'Mom' and hit the call button. Scott stood next to me waiting patiently for me to finish so I could teach him to bring out his claws.
"Scotty?" asked Melissa's when she answered.
"Um… no," I said.
"Oh Peter, right? Wait, why do you have Scott's phone? Did something happen to him?" she asked worry coloring her voice.
"Scott's fine, mostly," I assured her.
"Mostly?" she asked, clearly still worried. I drew a deep breath and told her about the nine cubs.