This starts of about two months after the Kanima bit, about the end of summer. Jackson never went to London. It starts with Scott's perspective and then shifts to Stiles.

Things were totally back to normal now. Well as normal as they could be. Jackson was no longer killing people, he and Alison weren't together anymore, though he might or might have the hots for Isaac, and everyone was alive and well. That's what Scott thought, until his mom had mentioned Stiles. Isaac was stretching to get jam off the top shelf, so Scott was most definitely drooling, when Melissa mentioned Stiles' name. It took a minute for him to process that she had said, "It's good Stiles is back on his feet after what happened." Scott had just grunted agreement, because he had no idea what she was talking about. That's how he found himself walking to the Stilinski residence.

Scott wouldn't say he and Stiles were no longer very close, but after the Kanima and Alison, during the summer Scott had just let some things slide a bit. He stopped short at the end of the street when he saw a familiar car in front of Stiles' house. Derek's sleek black Camaro stood out like a sore thumb on the very average street. But the Camaro was not the only car at the house, the Sheriff's cruiser was parked in the driveway. Scott stopped dead. What the hell was Derek doing there? And why the hell is the Sheriff home?

Scott crept forward slowly, but the house was quiet of movement, but he could pick out seven distinct heartbeats. At this point, Scott was confused. Seven? Scott scaled the side of the house and leapt into Stiles' room, which, in hindsight, was a terrible idea. As soon as he landed in the room, he was tackled. Several growls sounded from the room and the resident wolves' eyes glowed. Scott could see a pair of both yellow and blue eyes from the bed, another pair of yellow eyes that tackled him, and the unmistakable eyes of an Alpha. A muffled grown resounded from the mess of limbs.

"Jesus guys, isn't it a little early for intruder attack, It's barely light out, let the poor sap up." Stiles voice was muffled and groggy.

"Stiles!" Scott yelped. The beta, who Scott could now see was Erica.

"Scott?" Stiles' head popped up from behind the giant mass that was Derek. "Erica, it's just Scott. Let him go and come back to bed." Erica growled one last time, but obliged. She crawled over Derek, and from Scott could see, just stopped to lay on Stiles. "Okay stop scenting me, you weirdo." Stiles voice was high and breathless.

"Please, the only reason you asked her to stop is because we have company." Lydia's smooth voice floated out from the pile.

"And he's ticklish." Scott could heard Jackson's smirk. The room was eerily quiet after that.

"Fuck you Jackson." Was all Stiles said before he sprung from the bed, but the wolves were obviously faster. Erica had him pinned to the bed in less than a second as Lydia attacked him. A smooth deep voice chuckled, Scott could only assume it was Boyd. Derek rolled out of the bed and Scott realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. Once Derek was out of the bed, Scott could see Stiles in the middle. Lydia was curled up on his other side with Jackson behind her, Erica had given up on tickling him and was curled up on top of him, and Boyd was stretched out at the foot of the bed.

"Breakfast in ten," Derek growled as he stalked out the door. The wolves howled gleefully. Scott looked to the bed and found them all staring at him.

"So what's up?" Stiles asked. Scott took in Erica burying her head in Stiles' neck, Boyd laying on his feet, and even Jackson reaching over Lydia to lay his hand on Stiles' arm.

"Could ask you the same thing dude." Scott stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. "You guys didn't mention you were doing a pack night thing."

"Because you've apparently been a little preoccupied moron." Erica sneered at him.

"Erica be nice." Stiles scolded. Even with super hearing, Scott barely heard Erica whimper.

"We don't plan pack night, it just happens. Sometimes all of us show up, sometimes it's only one," Stiles explained. Lydia and Erica snickered. Once he realized what he said, Stiles' face became a delightful shade of pink. "Ya know because sometimes Lydia and Jackson have date night. Or Erica and Boyd have family things. It just depends." Jackson sat up and fished for a shirt, before leaving the room with a snort. Boyd followed soon after.

"What about Derek?" Scott asked. He didn't know why he was so concerned. Derek had helped them a lot, but Scott still felt a little edgy around him, and he didn't want Stile's hurt. After he asked, Stiles tilted his head, well as much as he could being squashed between Lydia and Erica.

"Dude Derek lives here?" Stiles made it sound like it should be obvious.

"Why do you make that sound like it's obvious?"

"Well Scott, why don't be use our big wolf senses and scope out the room," Erica sneered again. Scott glared, but quickly looked around the room. He definitely saw evidence of at least two people living in it, but there were hints of the others too. A pair of Lydia's designer heals were up on the dresser, along with a stack of folded clothes. Scott could see they were a jumble of everyone's.

"When did this happen?" Scott was extremely confused now. Stiles gave him almost a look of pity, but Lydia answered first.

"About two months, but we've all been sleeping here for about one. Now that this was significantly weird, my human nose can smell bacon," She slipped out of the bed and Scott took in the very, un-Lydia outfit. He recognized a pair of Stiles flannel pants and what looked like one of Boyd's shirts. Erica growled angrily as Lydia half dragged her off Stiles. She was in a similar getup as Lydia.

"Thanks Lyds. Erica we can cuddle after training." Stiles sat up and stretched. Scott could hear her growl all the way to the kitchen.

"So what does your dad think?" Scott blurted out.

"That four werewolves and a human have decided to make their homes on my bed." Stiles answered.

"He knows?" Scott was dumbstruck.

"Yea some things just got too hard to keep a secret. Especially when he walked in on Derek growling at a cat." Stiles smiled softly. "Scott why did you come this morning?" Scott looked at his feet hesitantly.

"Just something my mom said, about you. Getting 'back on your feet' after everything happened." Stiles nodded in understanding.

"Yea Melissa has been awesome. I'm glad she's been around." Scott's head snapped up to see Stiles shaking. It was barely visible, but Scott could see the beginning of a panic attack. Before he could do anything, the door flung open. Derek stood in the doorway, arms crossed, but what drew Scott's attention was the hot pink apron tied around his hips. It was lined with white ruffly trim and had 'Kiss the Cook' written in bold black letters.

"You staying for breakfast?" Derek growled at Scott. Stiles stood from the bed and snickered as he took in Derek's look. What truly surprised Scott was Stiles darting in and kissing Derek on the cheek. Scott let out a strangled 'no' before fleeing out the window.

"Well that was sufficiently awkward." Stiles said with a huff.

"Don't kiss me again." Derek growled.

"Oh c'mon Sourwolf. You know I'm hot stuff. And besides, the girls made me make a blood oath we would all kiss you when you wore the damn thing." Stiles scowled as he remembered. Erica and Lydia had been waiting in his room when he got home and had practically blackmailed him into giving him a drop of blood.

No sooner had they reached the bottom of the stairs that Lydia kissed Derek's other cheek. Derek growled in response. Erica took a completely different approach and tackled him, so she could kiss him square on the lips. Derek through her off and howled.

"Erica, don't patronize your Alpha. I don't have enough insurance on this place for that." The Sheriff stood at the bottom of the stairs with an amused look on his face.

"No bacon!" Stiles called as his dad walked into the kitchen. Stiles smiled as he leaned against the doorframe. His pack. He actually felt like he belonged in it now. Strange as that may seem, he was actually making his way into the pack, no longer on the outside. Derek looked up and locked eyes with Stiles. One eyebrow rose, which Stiles could tell meant 'your brain is working too loud.' That was entirely different subject. Derek. Stiles now spoke fluent eyebrow and they slept together every night. Lydia and Erica claim he is in denial, but Stiles fully admits to himself, and only to himself, that he is completely head over heels for the sourwolf.

"Hey Lyds, wanna help me out today?" Stiles asked sheepishly. "You too Erica?" They shared a three way glance and they both nodded silently, already knowing where this was going.

"How the hell do you three do that? It's creepy." Jackson said with a scowl.

"It's because we're all secret lovers. I told you it was a matter of time before they realized I was irresistible." Stiles said with a grin. Jackson just snorted.

"You tell 'em Stilinski." Erica purred, draping herself on Stiles' side. Stiles just laughed and slung his arm around her waist.

"Well that's enough weird for my day already. I won't be back till late tonight. You guys have fun." The Sheriff said before standing to leave.

"Oh yea, about as much fun as suicide drills with cupcake." Stiles retorted. Jackson tries, unsuccessfully, to hide his snort of laughter in his plate. Derek just growled. "But you too Dad." The Sheriff just shook his head as he left.

"Boyd, Jackson do the dishes. Everyone at the train station by four for training." Derek rumbled. Stiles cleared away his plate and sprinted up the stairs to take a shower.

Okay this is my first teen wolf fic. Pleeease review and let me know what you think!