Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me.

Author's Note: New genre, new fanfic. I hope it's good, I tried my best. This story will contain minor and small spanking scenes. Nothing more than a few swats. You have been warned. Reviews, feedback, and advice are appreciated and needed XD Oh, and if you see the same story in AO3, please note that I am the same author. No plagiarism. Just a warning. :) Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter One

"You give that back to me, Isaac!"

The little brat stuck out his tongue. Scott huffed, crossing his arms. "Isaac, I'm gonna call over Mrs. Jengmitts if you don't that to me right now."

The little boy gasped, his curls bouncing as he shook his head. "No! Scott, you can't!" he argued. "She'll let the older kids beat me. You can't let her do that!"

Scott just crossed his arms and said, "If you don't give me back my book, I'll call her. Right now."

"You wouldn't!"

Stiles sighed as he watched his siblings argue, his hand running through his hair as he chewed on his lip. Honestly, Scott and Isaac argued all the time. And Stiles was always the one ending up comforting one sniffling and pouty Isaac while Scott just sulked by himself.

"You're a little brat, Isaac!"

"I'm not a brat!" Isaac hollered back. "I'm five! I'm big; I'm not little anymore!"

Stiles rolled his eyes, wondering if he should stop the arguing. Being the oldest out of the three, he always had to be the 'responsible one'. At least, that was what Ms. Jengmitts had told him. He was eight, Scott was six and Isaac was five – great. Being the oldest sucked.

"What's going on in there?"

Stiles tensed when a head popped in—a kid named Ben, fifteen years old. Stiles grimaced. Ben hated them. A lot. Ben stepped inside, smirking. Stiles didn't like that look on his face. He winced when Isaac, in a quite mouthy mood from the argument with Scott, growled, "What? You gonna give us a beating? Punch the sass right out of us? You—" And here he spat out a quite colourful word considering that he was a five year old.

Ben narrowed his green eyes and ran a hand through his dark hair. "You need a beating, kid? Are you asking for one right now? 'Cause I'd be more than happy to oblige you." He towered over Isaac, cracking his knuckles, and Stiles felt himself twitch, ready to leap into action and push the older kid away from his little brother if he attacked Isaac.

But Isaac seemed to have enough sense to not push it any further, especially with the stronger, bigger kids, and mumbled, "No." He glared down at the ground sullenly. Stiles sighed in relief – at least Isaac had a brain. It wasn't that Scott didn't have one, but he was seriously reckless.

Stiles felt his heart thumping a bit faster as he watched, tense and ready. Ben could either beat Isaac right now for that sassy mouth of his, or feel a bit generous on the younger boy and let him off. The last time Isaac had mouthed off to Ben, the older kid had raised his fist at Isaac, ready to strike, and Stiles had had to leap in front of his younger brother and take that beating for him, even though Isaac argued afterwards that 'he was a big boy now and could fend for himself'.

Stiles jumped up when Ben raised a hand, as if making a move to slap Isaac in the face, but when Ms. Jengmitts' voice called that dinner was ready, all he did was lower his hand slowly and mutter, "You were lucky this time, kid. Next time, I'll punch that sass right out of you."

And he left, leaving Stiles standing still, Scott desperately trying to bury his nose in his book to distract himself and Isaac quivering with tears welling up in his eyes. Sighing, Stiles walked over and grabbed Isaac's hand, saying, "You really have to learn, Isaac. You can't just be so rude and sassy like that, especially to someone like Ben."

"But—"

"You know that Ben is Ms. Jengmitts' favourite; the moment he goes running telling her that you were all cocky and sassy, she'll let him and his gang beat you."

"But it's not fair, Stiles," Isaac protested weakly as Stiles smoothed his curls. "How come he always gets away with stuff?"

"'Cause he's Ms. Jengmitts' favourite," Scott repeated dully, giving up on trying to read and coming over, sitting close beside Stiles as if he needed the comfort. "And you know it."

"It's not fair," Isaac pouted.

"Life isn't fair, kid," Scott said bluntly. "Deal with it."

Stiles sighed as he fell in the one big bed the three of them shared and snuggled into the ragged, thin covers, exhausted. He found out that Ben had told Ms. Jengmitts about his little brother's cheek, and so Stiles had taken the blame, telling her that he had told Isaac to be so sassy like that to Ben. He had gotten scolded harshly but thankfully not beaten up, and that was all that mattered. He didn't really enjoy going around the orphanage with a big fat bruise on his face. It was humiliating, as well as the fact that it hurt. A lot.

"Stiles?"

"What now, Isaac? You need to sleep." Stiles felt another sigh bubble in his throat but swallowed it back.

"You never know, Isaac, something interesting or exciting could happen tomorrow," Scott murmured, rolling over so that he could face both Stiles and Isaac. His eyes glinted a bit in the darkness.

"Nothing exciting happens here, Scott," Isaac mumbled, half asleep as he shifted a bit against Stiles.

Stiles and Scott exchanged a look before Stiles murmured, "Go to sleep too, Scott." He smirked as he said, "You never know, something exciting could happen tomorrow."

Scott snorted as he rolled back over, huffing. "Using my own words against me; that's not fair!" he protested even as he closed his eyes.

Stiles grinned as he said softly, "Good night, Scott. Good night, Isaac."

"'Night, Stiles," they both chorused.

Stiles rolled over onto his back and shifted closer to the wall, wanting his younger brothers to be as comfortable as possible. He sighed as he recalled Isaac's soft, innocent words.

'Nothing exciting happens here'.

The adorable little brat, Stiles thought fondly. He didn't know a thing about the world. Not that he knew much either, but he definitely knew more than Isaac did. Stiles couldn't help but sigh again. Isaac's words had been true. Nothing exciting did happen in the orphanage, except for the occasional visitors who had come to adopt a kid with pitying looks sent in their directions as they walked past the trio.

Stiles personally hated the looks the people gave them. They all eventually left him and his siblings, adopting another, apparently 'better' kid. He recalled the memory his best friend, Johnny, being adopted. He had felt jealous that Johnny finally had someone who would look after him and care for him. There had been one woman who had hesitated when first meeting eyes with Stiles, Scott and Isaac, but she had only wanted one child. When she learned that they came as something of a 'package deal', she had muttered a quick apology, gave them a look of pity as she hurried on. Bitterly, Stiles had had to watch her walk away with one of the older kids whose name he didn't even know.

He wondered at least five times a day if they would ever be adopted – they probably never would be. One kid was hard enough, and they were three. Stiles sighed, feeling miserable.

When will we have someone who can actually care for us?

That was the last thought in his head before he fell asleep, darkness surrounding and draping over him like a blanket.

"Wake up! Wake up now!"

Stiles jerked awake when he felt hands on him, shaking him. He sat up, eyes wide. "What's going on?"

It was Newt, one of the nicer, older guys who had woken him up. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his blond hair was as messy as always. His hazel eyes were sparkling with something that looked like … excitement? "Dude, there's a visitor," Newt said, smirking. "Some guy. Joseph and I caught a glimpse of him; he looks pretty cool. Has a leather jacket on. I reckon he's filthy rich. You might want to tidy yourself up, yeah? Maybe you'll get chosen this time." Newt turned and exited.

Stiles looked around to find Isaac and Scott still sleeping soundly – they were both deep sleepers. Unfortunately, Stiles was the only one who was a light sleeper. He sighed before tapping Scott awake with difficulty, and woke Isaac up as well.

Isaac yawned, a hint of a whine in his throat as he stretched. Scott was sitting up, half asleep as he mumbled, "Stiles? It's seven in the morning, why are we up so e-e-early?" He yawned on his last word, stretching his cramped limbs.

"A man's here," Stiles said shortly, stripping Isaac of his pyjamas and shoving a red shirt and jeans at him. "A rich man. At least, that's what Newt said."

"Why bother?" Scott muttered grumpily. "We're not gonna get chosen anyway."

Scott was always grumpy in the morning and Stiles usually told him off for his grumpiness, but today he ignored it and instead shoved some appropriate clothing toward him. "Get dressed," he said, stripping his shirt off as well. "We might not get chosen, but we might as well at least look decent."

"Stiles?" Isaac bounded up to him, curls bouncing as he grinned, excited. "I'm cold. Can I have a sweater?"

Stiles quickly dressed appropriately as well before he gave Isaac his favourite sweater. He handed Scott a hoodie as well and watched him struggle with it before he finally managed to shove his head through. Stiles put on a white t-shirt and slipped on a red hoodie, wincing a bit. Their clothing was getting a bit too small, but this was the best they had.

"Let's go," Stiles said, grabbing Isaac's hand and beckoning for Scott to hurry and put on his sneakers. "We don't want to be late."

"Stiles, I'm hungry," Isaac complained. "I want food."

"You'll get breakfast later, Isaac, be polite and wait," Stiles said, glancing around the moment they arrived downstairs and groaned inwardly. Everyone else, apparently hearing the news of the visitor, were dressed better than the usual and on quite good behaviour. They found a spot in the large living room where most people were gathered, and Stiles sat Isaac and Scott on the small beanbag cushion before sitting down on the floor.

"Stiles?"

"What now, Isaac?" Stiles sighed, glancing back to make sure Scott was following.

"Is that the man?"

Stiles glanced to where Isaac pointed, then shoved his finger down, hissing, "Isaac! It's rude to point!" Isaac pouted. Stiles glanced at the man again and saw that the man was staring at them, looking amused. An eye-crinkling and kind smile was on his face as he watched Isaac beg Stiles for food that he didn't have.

Stiles groaned. "Isaac, hush," he scolded. "You're gonna give everyone a headache. You need to be on your best behaviour." He lowered his voice, glancing once at the man before muttering, "You don't want to get beaten by Ben after the man leaves, do you?"

Isaac shook his head, his curls bouncing. Stiles sighed. Isaac needed a haircut, he thought, even though he knew that Isaac hated haircuts. His hair was precious to him.

"Stiles?"

"Yes? Do you need something, Scotty?"

"That guy looks cool. He's wearing a leather jacket."

"I know, Scott."

"Stiles?"

"Yes, Scott?" Stiles sighed.

"How come Ms. Jengmitts isn't here? She's usually here, recommending the least trouble making kids to people," Scott stated.

"I don't know, Scott," Stiles said. "Maybe she's just busy at the moment. She'll probably come in soon."

"Stiles?"

"What now, Isaac?" Stiles began to lose patience with his siblings and their endless questions.

"Stiles, the man's coming towards us."

Stiles looked up to see that the man was indeed coming toward them. He had a black leather jacket, his hair was neat and tidy and his eyes held a hint of sternness but kindness as well. But what Stiles liked the most was the small half-smile he had on his face. He relaxed a bit, realizing that this man wouldn't hurt them, when Isaac and Scott suddenly sprang up, squealing and deciding that they would play a one sided game of tag with the man.

Stiles wanted to groan. "Isaac! Scott!" He huffed, burying his face in his hands before springing up as well and hurrying to catch his brother. He spotted Ben up ahead with his two friends (Stiles didn't care enough to find out their names) but thought nothing of it.

Until Ben deliberately tripped Isaac.

Isaac tripped and stumbled forward. He hit the floor and whined. His eyes watered and his face scrunched up and Stiles immediately knew. Isaac let out a wail. He ran forward faster, but not risking the wrath of Ms. Jengmitts, he slowed a bit. A pair of longer legs went past him and he realized that the man had hurried forward.

Stiles saw Isaac reach his arms up, probably thinking that he was Scott or Stiles but letting out a small cry of fright when unknown long arms scooped him up. Stiles frowned, noticing that Scott was nowhere to be found, but ran forward, crying out, "Isaac!"

"Shhh," the man was hushing Isaac. "Shhhh, it's alright. I won't hurt you. You took quite a fall. Are you all right, bud?"

"Who are you?" Isaac whimpered, clearly frightened. "Stiles? Scott?"

"Isaac, are you all right?" Stiles gasped, finally managing to catch up to the man and Isaac.

Isaac squirmed, a clear sign that he wanted to be let go of, and the man thankfully obliged before Isaac began to whine his way towards a tantrum. Isaac jumped into Stiles' arms, trembling a bit.

"Shhh," Stiles said, "I know. Ben's being a mean brat again."

"I heard that, kid!" came Ben's voice from the far side of the room.

Stiles ignored him and instead looked up at the man who was watching them with an unreadable expression on his face. "I'm sorry, sir. Isaac didn't mean to bother you. Right, buddy?"

Isaac gave a small nod, peering up at the man. "Sorry," he offered, biting his lip a bit.

The man chuckled and waved off the apologies. "As long as he isn't hurt, we're good." He held out his hand. "Call me Derek, yeah? I'm guessing you're Isaac, aren't you, buddy? What about you?"

"Stiles," Stiles answered. "And the other one's Scott." Then he looked up, confused. "Hey, Isaac, where's Scotty?"

As if on cue, Ms. Jengmitts appeared, grasping a wincing Scott by the scruff of his neck before she pushed him toward Stiles none too gently. Ms. Jengmitts hurried to the man, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hale, did they bother you?"

"No, not at all," the man said pleasantly. "They are quite good company, actually." Derek gave them a small wink and smile, making Isaac giggle.

"Have any of the children caught your attention, Mr. Hale?" Ms. Jengmitts asked politely – the most polite voice Stiles had ever heard from her. She normally just shrieked at them and ordered the kids around.

"Mm. Perhaps these three boys in front of me. I have grown rather fond of them in the small moment of time I've spent with them."

"Them?" Ms. Jengmitts looked stunned for a moment and Stiles scowled, bristling. They weren't that bad, were they? Sure, there had been the incident of Ms. Jengmitts' precious broken vase, as well as the incident with Ben suffering a broken arm (it involved one of Isaac's toy cars and the stairs). He felt Scott shift a bit closer to him, as if the younger boy was having similar thoughts. "Mr. Hale, are you sure? These three, they're right troublemakers. Can you handle them? I would much prefer if you adopt Ben over there; he's a good boy."

Stiles held back the snort and instead wisely stayed silent, stroking his hand over Isaac's curls – an old habit of his. It didn't seem to bother Isaac and the younger boy never protested, so he assumed he enjoyed the feeling as much as Stiles did. It was quite comforting, probably for both of them.

"I'm sure, Ms. Jengmitts," Derek said with a confident smile. "I've had my fair share of taking care of children; I know how to deal with them. And I have a friend who's an expert." He looked down at Stiles, Scott and a quietly whimpering Isaac before grinning and saying, "If they are indeed troublemakers as you say, well, I suppose my house will grow quite busy. Right?" Derek smirked and winked, his eyes crinkling as he smiled kindly.

Stiles found himself nodding along with Isaac and Scott. He glanced at Ms. Jengmitts. She just shrugged as if saying, 'Do as you wish' before ordering them upstairs to pack the small amount of belongings they had.

Stiles dragged Isaac and Scott along, passing Ben who shot them a dirty and perhaps jealous look. Stiles fought the urge to smirk at him or stick his tongue out like Isaac had just done so. Instead he smacked the back of Isaac's head making him pout a bit before Stiles ruffled his curls, making him smile and taking away the sting of the smack.

They didn't have many belongings. Even with the three of them all together, they only filled one big backpack that Stiles heaved onto his back with Scott's help. Isaac sat on their old, creaking bed, nibbling his fingers – an old habit of his. "Stiles? Where are we going?"

"Didn't you hear, Zac?" Scott said, tugging on Isaac's sleeve to make him stand up from the bed. "That man, he's adopting us."

"Derek."

"What?" Scott looked at Stiles, confused.

"That's his name. Derek Hale."

"Scott? What's 'dopting?"

"A-dopting, Isaac. Pronounce your words correctly," Scott said and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I'm only five, Scott," Isaac complained as he glanced back one last time at the old room that had been their home for years. "And I'm not grammar freak like you." He spoke with a bit of a lisp which Ben called annoying, but Stiles personally found it adorable.

"It means that Derek's gonna take us to his house and let us stay there," Stiles said, interrupting his two younger siblings' arguments. "Hurry up." He dragged Scott and Isaac, hurrying them forward, not wanting to make Derek wait.

"Ready?" Derek asked when the three boys came hurrying down, Stiles stumbling a bit when he reached the end of the stairs as Isaac clutched his leg with one hand the moment Derek came in sight and almost tripped him.

"Yes, sir," Stiles said. He shot his brothers a glance when Scott just mumbled an incoherent answer and Isaac stayed silent. "It's rude to not answer!" Stiles hissed at them quietly so that Derek couldn't hear.

But Derek didn't seem to mind. All he did was say goodbye to Ms. Jengmitts and said, "Let's go, boys. In the car, we'll get to know more about each other." He smiled a little half smile that made Stiles grin.

To Stiles' surprise, he felt Isaac cling to his arm tightly, as though he were frightened. "What's wrong, Isaac?" he whispered.

Isaac just shook his head and didn't reply, instead continuing to walk straight stiffly. Stiles, slightly confused, just shrugged to himself before following Derek to a shiny black car. "Get in and make yourself comfortable," Derek said. "I live about fifteen minutes from here. We can get to know each other better, yeah?"

Stiles nodded and murmured a 'yes' before helping Isaac and Scott step in and sit in the back seat before seating himself in the car as well. Derek continued talking as he sat down in the driver's seat. "Ms. Jengmitts did give me your files and information, but I prefer to talk with you before checking it over after." He winked at them in the rear-view mirror, making Scott grin a bit. "Do you have your seatbelts on?"

Stiles quickly helped Isaac put on his seatbelt before he said, "Yes, sir."

"Just Derek will do, Stiles," the man reminded, steadily and smoothly pulling out of the parking lot and heading onto the road. "Now, how old are you?"

"I'm eight," Stiles said. "Scott's six and Isaac's five. I don't know why they're so quiet; Scott and Isaac are usually arguing and talking so loudly."

Derek chuckled before saying, "You're very mature for an eight year old, Stiles." Stiles, unsure of what to say, just stayed quiet and continued to listen as the older man talked. "We'll get to my house and you can have a look around. I'll show you around and then we'll talk about rules, punishment and all that stuff."

Stiles heard Isaac gulp and apparently Derek had heard it as well. The man said, "Don't worry, Isaac, it won't be that bad. I'm strict, but I'm not abusive. And I only have rules to keep you safe and unhurt."

Isaac seemed to relax a bit, leaning against Scott who put an arm around him in a rare show of affection. Unlike both Isaac and Stiles who were both cuddly and strongly affectionate, Scott preferred to keep a fair distance away from other people. Stiles recalled asking him once why he wasn't as touchy as he and Isaac were and Scott had just given a small shrug and murmured, 'It's not that I'm not affectionate, I just don't like the feeling of my skin touching others.'

"We're almost at my house." Derek continued driving and soon enough, they pulled up in front of a large house that made Stiles gape in amazement. Maybe Newt had been right – this man was filthy rich. He saw Scott's eyes widen and Isaac stared silently at the house in front of him. It was the biggest house he had ever seen – after all, they had only gotten the small view outside the orphanage windows.

"Big house, huh?" Derek chuckled and herded them inside. "Inside, quickly. It's cold and I don't want you to catch a cold."

When Derek opened the door and gestured for them to enter, Stiles tentatively stepped in before glancing around. It was a cozy and comfortable-looking house. Yes, he would love living here.

"You want to look around?" Derek asked, and Stiles found himself nodding. Derek smiled that eye crinkling smile, and he said, "Well, then, go on. Mind you, one room at a time, okay? There's three of you and only one of me."

Scott whispered that he wanted to see the upper floor first, so they climbed up the stairs and looked around. There were white doors, continuing into the far right, looking endless. Stiles headed toward the door in the far corner and put his hand on the handle when Derek said, "That's my office." He froze, wondering if he wasn't allowed inside. As if reading his thoughts, Derek grinned and said, "You can go in."

Stiles opened the door and it glided open smoothly, as if welcoming them. He stepped inside with his siblings and looked around. Derek's office mainly consisted of a large brown desk with papers stacked on top of it, shelves, and a comfortable looking chair with wheels attached to it behind the desk. After taking a quick look at Derek's office, they quickly toured the other rooms.

Derek showed them their room, saying, "I thought you might want to have one big room to share together instead of being separated. But if you want to each have a room separately, you can just tell me and I'll get you a room."

"No, this is great," Stiles said.

"It's like three times the size of the room we had in the orphanage," Scott said, eyes wide as he tried to take in everything. "It's great."

Derek smiled before looking down at a small and quiet Isaac. "And you, my little boy?" he asked gently, bending down to meet Isaac's round eyes. "Is it good enough for you?"

Isaac nodded silently. Stiles put a hand on Isaac's shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. It was obvious that the youngest boy was frightened and shy – after all, it wasn't every day that you suddenly had a new life with someone who would actually care for you. Hopefully.

When they reached the end of the hallway, Stiles had first thought that they had finished the upper floor but he caught sight of a brown door. It had a simple door knob, unlike the other doors that had a beautiful cream or white colour with golden handles. He reached out for it but froze when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't want you going in there yet," Derek explained gently. "We'll talk about that room later, all right?"

Stiles nodded, his curiosity growing. What was behind that door?

"I think we've had enough of the tour," Derek said. "How about we go downstairs into the living room and sit down to talk?"

Derek had given them apple juice which Isaac sipped happily on. Stiles waited for Derek to start talking. They were on a comfy couch and Derek sat on the opposite couch of them. A table was between the two sofas and Stiles placed his cup there.

"All right," Derek said, taking a small sip of his coffee before placing it gently on the table. "Should we start?"

Stiles nodded, trying to ignore the small slurping and swallowing sounds Isaac made as he drank his juice. He watched Derek flip through their files for a bit. The man read the papers in the file before putting it down and looking up. "All right," he repeated. "So. Rules." He looked the three of them seriously in the eyes. "I'm strict, as I told you in the car, but I won't be harsh. I'll be fair and I'll listen to you before handing out punishment. I have three rules."

His phone buzzed, interrupting him and Derek quickly texted something on his phone before turning it off. "Sorry about that," he said with an apologetic smile. "My friend asked if I wanted to have dinner with him. He'll be coming over at six; is that okay?"

Stiles nodded, glancing and Scott and Isaac who gave quick and short nods. Derek gave one curt nod before continuing. "As I was saying, I only have three rules. Rule number one, no lying. I absolutely do not condone lying, do you understand me? Not telling me the truth, hiding something from me, or not telling me something because you'll know you'll get in trouble for whatever mischievous deed you did – they all count as lying. You got that?"

"Yes, Derek," Stiles said softly with Scott and Isaac.

"Good." Derek gave them a smile before saying, "Rule number two, no disobedience. I don't mind if you argue with me as long as you're polite. I understand that you might not agree with every decision I make, but I still expect you to be polite. No disobedience means that you can't ignore what I tell you. For example, if I tell the three of you to go to bed at nine thirty but I find out that one of you stayed up until eleven, it counts as disobedience and you'll answer to me for it. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Rule number three – absolutely no putting yourself in danger. No putting anyone else in danger, but your safety comes first more than anything else. There are absolutely no exceptions to this rule, do you understand? Even if you endanger yourself without meaning to, I'll still count that as breaking this rule. I have these rules to keep you safe, alright? You're my responsibility now."

Stiles nodded as a warm tingle spread out through his body. He liked that fact that someone actually cared for them now, instead of nasty old Ms. Jengmitts or Ben or any other bully at the orphanage.

"Derek?" Scott's voice was tentative as he chewed on his lip.

"Yes, Scott?" Derek's tone was gentle as he spoke.

"What kind of punishments will you give out?" Scott whispered, looking slightly worried.

Derek smiled a bit before saying, "Remember, I won't abuse you. I'll be fair and always give you a chance to explain yourself before punishing you." He took a sip of his coffee, then spoke. "It depends on what you did. Deliberate disobedience, lying, putting yourself in danger - the punishment for those three big rules will be spanking." He held up his big hand. "No more than ten swats with my hand on your bare bottom. It'll hurt, you'll cry and you'll probably hate me, but you have to remember that I do it because I care for you, alright?"

Stiles nodded before glancing at Isaac, a bit worried. The youngest hadn't talked ever since he had arrived at Derek's house and he was quite anxious. Derek, seeming to catch on about his worrying about Isaac, bent down a bit to meet Isaac's eyes and said softly, "You all right there, bud?"

"Yes, Derek," Isaac murmured. He gave Derek an adorable and tentative look. "May I have another cup of juice, please?"

Derek smiled, probably at Isaac's cuteness but said apologetically, "Sorry, buddy, I don't want you getting a stomach ache from too much juice." Isaac pouted, and Derek laughed before finally giving it. "All right, all right," he said, still chuckling as he took Isaac's cup. "But only half a cup, yeah?"

Isaac nodded.

Stiles stifled laughter as he whispered to the five year old, "You cheated, you know. You know that everyone falls for that pout and puppy eyes."

Isaac just sent him an innocent look, and Stiles rolled his eyes and ruffled his curls. Isaac grinned a bit, seeming much more at ease than when they had first arrived. Derek handed him his half-filled cup of juice and sat down.

"Alright, so as I was saying, if you have any minor misdeeds, such as swearing or getting into small trouble, it'll probably be timeout. I'll put you in the corner and you'll sit or stand there, facing the wall. You'll be silent when in the corner, until I find that you've served your punishment for a reasonable time. Most times, it will be about six minutes or less. Nothing too bad, right?"

Scott made a face and said, "I hate timeouts."

"Don't be rude, Scotty," Stiles said.

Derek chuckled. "Well, then, now I know which punishment suits you the best."

Scott's eyes widened and he quickly said, "Umm, never mind. I love the corner. I love standing timeout in the corner."

Derek laughed and said, "Nice try, buddy." He ruffled Scott's hair. Scott grinned mischievously. "So, we got that all clear, correct?"

"Yes, Derek," they chorused. Stiles then frowned and said, "But what about that room you wouldn't let me into, Derek? What about that room?"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot!" Derek exclaimed. He chuckled and shook his head to himself before saying, "That room is called the Discipline Room. That's where most punishments will take place."

"What's in there?" Scott asked, his curiosity obviously getting better of him.

"Not much," Derek said with a shrug. "A chair, a desk, and a couch – nothing else. Now, we've gotten everything cleared up, yes? My friend should be arriving anytime soon."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

End of Chapter One

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