TEEN WOLF FTW! Yeah I kinda had to jump on the bandwagon. I love Teen wolf WAY too much to just not write a fanfic for it. So here you are! One teen wolf fanfic. And of course, I absolutely LOVE the pairing Sterek so I may or may not include that in this story. Just a warning for ya.

The prompt for this story actually came from a tumblr post by Walkingencyclopediaofweirdne ss so this story is dedicated to her.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen wolf or the characters in anyway, no matter HOW much I wish I did.

Derek still had no idea how he'd gotten caught up in this mess. Or better yet, why he was caught up in this. He was the alpha of a pack that needed serious sorting out. Not to mention the trouble of the alpha pack lurking around.

However, he was trapped dealing with yet another problem. One minute he's pacing his home, mind running flat out about this alpha pack, and the next he's hearing the high yapping and howling of puppies outside his door.

As per usual, he was cautious about investigating just why there were six small puppies sitting on his porch. However, he eventually went out to find out what was going on. But he was left being utterly confused. There was nothing to explain the six balls of fur. No note or box or anything. Just the puppies sitting looking up at him expectantly, continuing to make noise.

He huffed out a huge sigh when he'd spotted them. They couldn't be wolf pups. Husky pups maybe, based off their colouring. There were three black and white ones, one light grey and white and two brown and white pups. Each of them making far too much noise.

His eyes flashed red and he let out a low, warning growl. At once the pups went quiet, apart from the very soft whimpering every now and then. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with one hand. As soon as he'd taken his eyes off them, that was it.

The pups were darting around his home, yapping excitedly as they took in their surroundings. Derek watched them with a growl. He refused to care for yet more pups. His pack was bad enough in that regard. And yet, he had no idea what else he was to do with them.

To be honest, he didn't know what to do with them full stop. So, to give him enough time to think, he lets out another warning growl at the pups, shutting them up again.

"At least you listen better than my pack." He mutters to himself as he leans back to think.

He had six puppies sitting in his home, all looking up at him and waiting. He didn't have time to worry about them and he didn't need the added stress.

Sighing, he pulls out his phone and calls the first person who comes to mind.

"What's up Derek?"

"Stiles, can you come to my house?"

"Why? You figured something out? Should I call Scott? He's with Allison right now, but I can get him away from her."

Derek lets out another sigh, getting more exhausted by the second. Maybe Stiles wasn't the best person to think of.

"No. Look, I'll explain once you get here alright? Just hurry up!"

The light grey pup lets out a bark and he gives it a warning glare, his eyes getting a faint red tinge.

"Okay! I'll be there as soon as I can." Stiles blurted quickly over the puppy's bark, hanging up before Derek can reply.

Derek slumped down onto one of the couches that his pack had dragged into the house, trying to make it more like a place the pack could stay.

At once, the puppies were up and moving about again. As soon as one barked or strayed too far out of Derek's line of sight, he'd give a growl. It takes Stiles far too long to finally get there. However Derek is off the couch in a flash when he hears the rumble of the Jeep's engine. He gives the pups one final glare before going out to meet Stiles.

"Hey man, what's up? Where's the rest of the pack?" Stiles greets him, not expecting to be alone with Derek.

"You know where Scott is obviously, Isaac is off doing his own thing for a bit, I have no idea regarding Jackson and Boyd and Erica are yet to return." Derek answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Right. So, what's going on? What do you need me for?" Stiles rephrases his first question when it was ignored.

"I think it'd be easier to explain if I just show you."

Without waiting for Stiles to reply, Derek turns and leads the way back inside his house, straight to where the puppies are still sitting. They all start wagging their tails happily when they see Derek.

"Woah Derek. I mean….I know you're a wolf and all. But I never thought you'd be one to adopt a litter of puppies." Stiles exclaims, bending down and giving the puppies attention, laughing softly as they climb all over him.

"I didn't adopt them. I found them on my porch." Derek growls out, watching Stiles interact with them.

"On your porch? How'd they get there?"

"That's what I'd like to know." He mutters, sitting in the couch again.

Stiles pauses and watches him, one of the puppies licking his hand.

"That still doesn't really explain why you called me here Derek. You want me to find out where they came from?"

Derek shakes his head and watches the puppies clamber all over Stiles. He has to admit, it does remind him of the way his pack is whenever Stiles is over for the pack meetings or when he's presenting research.

"Uhh no. Although I have no idea how they could have got here. I…" Derek pauses and his gaze hardens.

He refuses to look at Stiles as the red slowly starts to bleed into his eyes.

Stiles watches him, observing the way Derek's behaviour changes as he tries to explain why he called him over. Suddenly, realisation dawns on him and his eyes widen.

"Oh my…You have no idea what you're doing, do you? You're at a complete loss at what you're supposed to do with them!" He blurts out, amusement hinted in his tone.

Derek lets out a small growl at that but doesn't answer, giving Stiles all that he needs to know.

"Wow. And here I thought you'd know how to care for them considering the fact that you deal with puppies every single day." He chuckles softly, picking up one of the puppies.

Derek's growl increases at that statement and Stiles freezes slightly. Right. The pack was a touchy subject around the moody Alpha.

"I know! How about I give you a hand? I've never really had a dog of my own. I always wanted one, they've always been so cute. But then, I have Scott so he's sorta like the dog I never had except now he's more of Allison's dog than he is mine but that doesn't mean I can't help look after six adorable puppies. It shouldn't be that hard! I know they need training, and food, and water, and exercise but they're living with you so that shouldn't be hard to come by. Oh but what about the alpha pack and all that crap going on. What are we gonna do with the puppies when they come?"

"Stiles-"

"Oh, maybe I could talk to dad and see if they could stay at mine. Then the alpha pack wouldn't know about them. But my place is pretty small and there's too much that could get damaged by six young puppies running around and-"

"STILES!"

Stiles stops from his crazy ranting to focus on Derek again. Derek's eyes are narrowed slightly in a glare, one hand on his temple.

"If you'll be quiet for long enough for me to actually answer you." He growls out, continuing when Stiles does nothing to start talking again.

"I suppose if you can keep the furballs happy and quiet enough that I can focus on actual problems like the members of the pack and the alpha pack in the territory, then I…your help would be greatly wanted." He mutters towards the end, his gaze darting away.

"Awesome! Can I name them aswell?!"

Derek sighs and gives Stiles a look, one eyebrow half raised.

"I suppose so. Although you really don't want to be too attached. I'd prefer if we give them away as soon as possible."

Stiles does a mini fist pump in the air before he turns back to the puppies, just as something registers in his mind.

"Hey Derek, do you happen to know how old they actually are?" He questions, returning his gaze to the werewolf once more.

"Not a clue."

A smirk spreads across Stiles' face and Derek can see the idea that has already formed in the boy's brain.

"Then it's time to take a trip to Dr Deaton."

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"I'd say they can't be more than a few weeks old at most. Probably around 4 or 5 weeks. From the way they are, I'd suggest that they haven't started eating solids yet so you'll need to get them to slowly transition to it. Also don't let them outside without anyone watching them. And don't let them outside in winter until they're a few months old. I'll vaccinate them and check up on them every few weeks until they're a month old, then I'll check them around every month unless they need anything else. But I do have a question. Where's their mother?" Dr Deaton said as he finished examining the last puppy, putting it back in the box Derek had found to place them in.

"We don't know. They showed up on Derek's porch today. Apparently they were howling and barking and that's what made him notice them. Plus the obvious sound of their heartbeats." Stiles explained, patting one of them on the head.

"So they're orphans." He shakes his head before handing Stiles a list and giving both of them a look. "Get everything on that list for them. And make sure you start with soft food or a formula that they can eat. Also, be aware that toilet training them will be a little shaky for a while. They're a little too young to pick it up straight away. Although….I reckon they'll pick things up quicker if Derek keeps using his Alpha growl at them. They're comfortable with him because they register him as one of their own."

Stiles nods as Derek picks up the box with a small growl.

"Is that everything we need to know?"

"For now. Give me a call or visit if you need anything else."

Stiles gives a wave as they leave before glancing at Derek.

"You really aren't happy about this, are you?"

Derek lets out a grumble in reply, earning a small laugh from Stiles.

"Careful there Derek. You're becoming a sourwolf again." He says as he unlocks his Jeep, allowing Derek to sit up the front with the puppies.

They had argued about how to get the puppies there when Derek agreed to seeing the vet. Derek refused to take the puppies in his car and Stiles would only agree to having them in his Jeep if Derek didn't leave them in the back and kept them up the front with him. Eventually Derek had agreed to Stiles' terms.

Which is why he is now sitting in the jeep with a box of puppies in his lap while Stiles drives them back to Derek's house. On the way, Stiles' phone starts ringing. Without a word, he passes it over to Derek, who glares at him before answering it.

"Hello?"

"Derek? Why do you have Stiles' phone? Is he alright? Where is he?"

"Calm down Scott. He's here next to me. He didn't answer because he happens to be driving his Jeep right now."

"Why are you with him? Has something happened? Is it the alpha pack?"

"I guess you could say that something came up. But it has nothing to do with the alpha pack."

"Do you mind if I meet you at your house then? I wanna talk about this alpha pack situation."

Derek sighed. It was enough trouble that he had to deal with the puppies and Stiles. Now his pack as well. He knew Isaac would be back soon too, which meant he'd have to explain the puppy situation to him.

"Alright fine. I suppose I should explain the situation to you anyway. Isaac too."

A noise is heard on the other end, almost like Scott his half scared to ask his next question.

"Any word of….Erica or Boyd?" He asked hesitantly.

Derek's face darkened immediately and Stiles glanced at him before turning his attention back to the road, silently cursing Scott.

"No. Not since they went off chasing a different pack." He growled out, knowing Scott flinched.

"R-right. Well, I'll talk to you about it once I see you. Later." He said before hanging up quickly.

Derek threw Stiles' phone into his lap and leant his head back, letting out a breath.

"Dude, about this pack thing…"

"What about it?!"

Stiles flinched slightly as Derek turned angry eyes onto him, his expression sharp and angry.

"I-I think you're going about being an alpha the wrong way. And the others realise that as well. I mean yes, you're not as bad an alpha as Peter freaking Hale but still…you could improve." Stiles picks his words very carefully, well aware that one wrong word could have Derek shifted and trying to kill him.

"Oh really? And you'd know about being an alpha of a werewolf pack?" Derek snapped, already getting very defensive.

"So maybe I don't. But maybe you can improve. All I'm saying is that you don't need to be a sourwolf or be really grumpy towards them. They need to know they can trust you as their alpha. How are they supposed to trust you if you threaten to kill them or are constantly being like you are right now? As alpha, you automatically go to being aggressive and trying to get them to do things out of fear. Maybe you just need to show them that you don't need to be aggressive to rule your pack." He suggested, keeping his voice even and calm, glancing at Derek quickly.

Derek calmed himself but still looked skeptical towards Stiles' idea.

"Look, I'm not saying you have to stay that way. I'm just saying give it a try. You might be surprised by the results."

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Isaac and Scott stared at the box of puppies. The two had arrived at Derek's house around the same time, only to find that there was a smell of six animals that hadn't been there before.

Stiles watched the two of them and smirked, seeing the way Scott was trying to keep himself calm.

"So, let me get this straight. Six puppies turned up on Derek Hale's porch and he doesn't bother to turn them away or attack them? Instead he lets them into his home and agrees to care for them?" Scott asked, glancing at Stiles.

"Okay yeah, when you put it like that it sounds like one massive joke. But it's the truth. Although, I reckon I'll be caring for them more than Derek will be. So, Scott, Isaac. Whadda you say? Wanna give us a hand raising six more puppies?"

Isaac glanced at Stiles and he can see the slight annoyance in his gaze.

"What do you mean more puppies?"

Stiles laughs softly and nods his head at him and Scott.

"Oh come on, all you betas practically are puppies. Especially Scottie here. Seriously, he looked like a puppy before he became a werewolf!" Stiles grins, poking Scott when he gives him a look.

Isaac smiles slightly and shakes his head.

"I guess you're right in a way. Alright, I'm in."

Stiles smiled and glanced at Scott, waiting for his best friend's answer.

"Oh what the hell. I'm more than happy to care for a few puppies!"

Scott returns the grin Stiles gives him before bending down and picking up one of the puppies, laughing as it licks his nose.

"Awesome! Time for a little puppy love."

I am having way too much fun with this story. Oh well!

This was supposed to be a oneshot...but that Idea was scrapped pretty damn quickly when I realised I had too much to type about.