Title – I Might Care What You Say
Author – Moonbeam
Rating – Teen (at the moment – it may go up)
Warnings - Nothing at the moment.
Summary – Someone comes knocking on Derek's door with a surprise and it's up to his pack to help him learn to cope. This is set after the gang go to university.
Disclaimer – If I owned this show there would be more of it, lots lots more of it.
Author's Notes – I have had this idea in my head since I was writing B&B but nothing came of it. I have too many WIPs, I'm struggling with Five Times, I have two request fics to work on but this is CALLING to me.
Title stolen without shame from 'Father's Day' by Weddings Parties Anything. If you haven't heard it google is your friend!

I Might Care What You Say
by Moonbeam

/ / / Surprise \ \ \

Stiles opened the door with a laugh. On the other side was a woman carrying a capsule for a baby and she looked like she had not slept nor eaten in days.

"Does Derek Hale live here?" she asked looking like she was on the verge of tears when she saw Stiles instead of the older werewolf.

"Yes," Stiles said making sure his smile was reassuring. "He's out at the moment, gone for a run. Do you want to come in?"

She looked around nervously, the baby in the capsule made a timid gurgling sound and she jumped with wide eyes before nodding and coming inside. Stiles stepped out of her way and then closed the door to usher her into the living room. Lydia stood up immediately seeing the stranger; the woman looked back at Stiles before stepping into the living room and placing the baby carrier down.

"He shouldn't be long," Stiles said noting the way she sat close to but not next to the capsule. "Would you like some tea or something to eat?"

Her eyes brightened at the mention of food but she shook her head.

"A cup of tea," Stiles insisted. "Lydia?"

The redhead glared at him for a second not wanting to miss out on whatever was going on but Stiles didn't want to leave the two women alone at the moment. Lydia turned and left the room nodding at Stiles' soundless suggestion of food with a roll of her eyes.

"Can I help?" Stiles said.

"I don't know what to do you see," she said clasping her hands together tightly and whispering. "I think I'm losing my mind."

"I'm sure you aren't," Stiles said. "What have you seen?"

"He's not normal," she said again biting at her lip. "At first everything was fine but now…"

The baby gave a short whine and cry and the woman started and looked at the carrier with a heartbreaking mixture of fear and worry.

"Is something wrong with the baby?" Stiles asked gently.

"Sometimes," she whispered.

"May I have a look?"

She flexed her fingers, her breath rapid as she pushed the hood of the capsule back revealing a baby, blinking green eyes slowly. He had a sharp little nose and Derek's eyes.

"He's Derek's," Stiles said quietly his stomach twisting.

The woman nodded. "We met last year and it was fine, it was what it was and I was going to do it alone but something isn't right with him," she let out a sob and began to cry. The baby followed soon after her.

Stiles was torn between comforting the woman and the baby when Lydia came back into the room. She looked at the crying baby with fear and Stiles took that as his signal. He crouched down before the baby and smiled at him, he ran his fingers of his soft, sparse black hair and dropped his voice down while Lydia steered the woman over to the couch.

Something Derek had explained to Scott slammed back into Stiles' mind. It's a gamble whether a made werewolf's child will have the gene but for a born werewolf the gene is hereditary and dominant. He looked down at the baby with understanding.

"Claws," Stiles said tracing his finger over the little boy's hand. "Pointed ears and teeth, his eyes change colour and he growls."

There was a gasp behind him. "How did you know?"

"He's just like his father," Stiles said undoing the straps holding the baby in but then he paused. "May I?"

She nodded but looked worried. "Be careful."

"Father?" Lydia asked forcefully and Stiles belatedly realised it was the second time she had said it.

"Derek," Stiles said and hugged the baby nice and close to him, he tucked the little boy's head against his neck like the werewolves did when they were scenting him and rocked on his feet back and forth. The baby's cries died down quickly and Stiles could feel the little huffs of breath against his neck.

"Please be careful," the woman said again.

Stiles was about to started when "…I'm sorry, I haven't asked. What's your name?" Stiles said apologetically. "I'm Stiles."

"Megan," she said wringing her hands. "You really shouldn't have him that close to your neck."

"It's okay," Stiles said. "He probably likes to be nice and close. Have some tea."

"I made you some sandwiches," Lydia said and placed the plate on the woman's lap. "Have some."

"I know what I'm doing," Stiles said. "Please, trust me."

"I don't want you to get hurt, his…claws are sharp."

Stiles pulled the baby back from his neck and the little boy blinked up at him sleepily. "Good thing you don't have teeth yet, mister. Now let's have some hugs and you can sleep some more." Stiles tucked the baby back into him snuggly and went back to rocking slowly like he had done for his cousins when they were younger. "What's his name?"

"Logan," the woman said and then looked horrified. "Teeth?"

"He's safe and so are you," Stiles said walking over next to her. "Please have some tea and eat something. Derek and the others will be back before it's dark."

She nodded and ate watching him the whole time while Logan slept on his shoulder and drooled on his shirt.

As the light outside of the windows was fading and Megan was on her second cup of tea there was a howl off in the distance. Stiles smiled gently at the woman on the couch as Lydia stood to go outside and cut the wolves off before they came inside transformed. Stiles had a feeling if she saw that Megan would run out of here screaming.

"What is going on?" Derek said with a scowl as he stepping into his living room. He stopped still as he took in Stiles holding a baby and then his eyes flicked past Stiles to Megan. "Megan?"

"Hi, Derek," Megan said coming to stand next to Stiles but she made no move to collect the baby. Even Stiles could see how much she wanted to touch him but was afraid to. Stiles twisted the baby around in his arms so that Derek could see his little, tiny, baby likeness.

"He's mine," Derek said stepping forward and then froze. "How old is he?"

"Six months two weeks ago," Megan said. "That's when things..."

"I'm sorry," Derek said and scooped the baby out of Stiles' arms. The baby made a nose of displeasure but Derek held him anyway. "That's when we present."

"Present?" Megan asked. "You know what's wrong with him?"

"There's nothing wrong with him," Derek said. "He's a werewolf."

"Oh," Megan said just before she sunk down onto the floor and cried. Stiles sighed in Derek's direction and dropped down next to Megan to tug her into his side.

"Don't worry," Stiles said. "It's not nearly as insane as it sounds."

"Werewolf," Megan said with a hysterical bark of laughter. "I don't know what to do with a werewolf; I was barely coping when he was just a baby."

"I'll raise him," Derek said firmly even as the baby began bawling at him.

Stiles looked up at Derek in disbelief as Megan sobbed into his shoulder.

/ / / TBC \ \ \