Hey guys. This is my second fic. Yay! I'll try to update as often as I can. I promise. Let me know what you think and if I should write more chapters. Leave me ideas and what not. Here's a quick chapter to get you started.

It's finally Saturday and Derek can sleep in. He rolls over to glance at the clock. It read 10:00 in blinking green lights. He pulls the covers over his head and tries to fall back asleep. Derek hears someone rustling around in his kitchen. He tries to ignore the noise hoping it's nothing but, it doesn't go away. He hears a loud crash and throws the covers off his body. Rushing downstairs to see what is making all that noise he is met with a small child, a bowl of spilled cereal, and a puddle of milk.

"I was hungry." The small child called out. "Yeah, I can tell." Derek replies nastily. "What are you doing here anyway?" "Well, my mommy dropped me off. She gave me this note to give you." The kid sang. The child marches his way over to Derek and holds out the note. Derek rips the paper from the boy's small hands and holds in front of his face.

Derek, He's your problem now.

-Kate

Derek sighs and throws the paper aside. "You got a name, kid?" "Stiles." The boy smiles. "Stiles? That's your name?" Derek snorts. "Well that's my nickname. I'm not going to tell you my real name because I don't like it." Stiles informs him. "How old are you, anyway?" Derek questions. "I'm five." Stiles chirps. "Great." Derek moans.

"Here, watch some cartoons or something. I have a phone call to make." Derek demands. Stiles runs over to the couch and turns the T.V. on. Derek walks into the kitchen and picks up the phone. He dials the number he knows all too well. The phone rings four times before the person on the other end picks up.

"Yes, Derek?" The voice answers cheerily. "Kate, what the hell do you think you're doing? Leaving me here with this, this child!?" He says angrily. "Well, my boyfriend and I took a trip. We don't know when we'll be back. This will give you time to get to know your son. Have fun!" Kate laughs and hangs up the phone. "Kate? Kate!" Derek shouts into the receiver. Derek lets out another sigh and stares at the small boy on his couch.

He's short, has milky white skin, dark brown eyes, dark brown hair that is styled in a buzz cut, and small moles sprinkled along his body. Stiles catches Derek staring at him and asks, "What's your name?" "My name is Derek." He replies. "Well Derek, I'm hungry. I think we need breakfast." Stiles states. "I think I need a drink." Derek grunts. Stiles just stares at him not understanding the joke.

"Fine let's go. If we're lucky we can catch McDonald's breakfast. "Alright!" Stiles shouts in excitement. He runs to his red zip up hoodie that was thrown carelessly to the floor and ran out the door. "Hey! Where ya going? I'm the one with the money!" Derek shouts after him.

The two boys ride the elevator down in silence. Well Derek was silent. Stiles was bouncing off the walls, talking one hundred miles a minute about anything that popped into his head. Derek tried to block him out but it was becoming difficult.

Finally outside Derek put his sunglasses on and jammed his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Walking down the block, Stiles was still talking. "Ya know Derek? You know what's cool? Dinosaurs! Dinosaurs are cool! I mean they're so big and they're different colors and some can fly and some can swim and some can run and and-." "Do you ever stop talking?" Derek practically begged. "Only when I'm sleeping." Stiles smiled slyly.

Derek crosses the street and hears his name being called. He turns around and sees Stiles still on the side walk. "Come on, Stiles. Let's go. If you wanna eat, you have to walk." Stiles whines and holds his hand out. "Really?" Derek asks a little annoyed. Stiles just stands there with his hand stuck in the air.

Derek snatches Stiles small hand and drags him across the street. Stiles smiles and continues talking about 'how cool dinosaurs are."