I have no idea where this came from. Okay I do. I remember seeing an idea similar to this years, years ago on a fic. I haven't read it in years and in fact I don't even know how it ended. I thought I'd give it a try in the Teen Wolf area. I was watching Hawaii Five 0 when the ideas started forming. During commercial breaks, I just wrote what was mapped out in my head, and well, here is the result.

Hopefully this doesn't come back and bite me in the ass later.

This will not be slash, I thought I'd give venture away from that for a change and write something else, you know, level out my writing playing field. Plus, with the chapters here, and if I map it out right, I can make it more easier, because I have ideas on how to make it relate-able to myself which is much more easier to write because I'm pulling from my experience and my feelings. I don't want to go into details to give it away.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, nor do I own the characters.

Derek didn't know how it happened, well he did to some extent, but he wished it didn't happen. The Alpha was currently sitting in the kitchen of his rebuilt home. Stiles Stilinski was seated on the counter munching on a cookie. Everything was normal, because Stiles was always in his house raiding the pantry but this wasn't normal. Stiles wasn't his normal seventeen year old self. No. The Stiles seating on his counter was Stiles thirteen years ago. The Stiles seating on his counter was four years old.

The four year old looked at him, crumbs covering his shirt and face as looked at him with a confused look. It seemed that Stiles carried that trait over into his teen years. "Derek?" Stiles called out softly.

"What?" Derek breathed, answered a little bit harshly.

"I want down," Stiles asked.

Derek shook his head, "Not a choice."

Stiles made a fist, the cookie crumbling in his hand, "I. Want. Down!" the preschooler asked again, in a demanding voice.

The Alpha let out a growl, "You're not going anywhere, and you are staying on the counter whether you like it or not."

Stiles bit at his lip, as tears flooded his eyes. Derek felt his heart stop in his chest as the four year old, stared him. The little boy just looked at him as he worried his lips between his teeth, hands fisting at his shirt. His body was shaking as tears fell from his eyes. "No please don't," Derek started to say but it fell on deaf ears as Stiles let out a loud cry.

Derek groaned, he was going to kill that witch, wizard, monk, whatever that person was that did this to him. The Alpha ran a hand threw his hair, "Stiles," he barked, "please, stop."

Stiles only cried louder and the next few moments happened in slow motion. One of Stiles hands came up a fist forming as he tried to slam it down onto the counter. The sudden movement caused Stiles to lose his balance. The little boy fell forward and landed on the linoleum floor with a loud thud. Stiles let out a loud pitched wail as he clutched his head. "Owwie," he cried.

Derek was by him in seconds as he scooped Stiles into his arms. He held him close, heart beating rapidly in his chest. Stiles whined as he buried his head into the crook of Derek's neck, "Owwie," he whimpered.

"I'm sorry," Derek whispered.

The Alpha held him close, one hand rubbing the little boys back. Stiles let out a low whine as he gripped at Derek's shirt. "Shh," Derek soothed as he paced around the kitchen. Slowly but surely, Stiles calmed down.

Stiles was on the verge of falling asleep when the front door to his home opened, ricocheting against the wall. Stiles' eyes snapped opened, letting out a cry at being woken up. "Great," Derek muttered, "fantastic."

Derek's ears heard the familiar heart beats of the rest of the pack, their scents hitting his nose as they piled into the kitchen.

"What's the big emergency," Jackson called.

"Who's crying?" Danny asked.

"What's wrong with Stiles," Scott yelled in panic

Lydia grinned as she asked in a joking manner "Did you finally lose it and rip his throat out?"

Allison was the first to step into the kitchen, "I hope everything is- whoa Derek, why do you have a child in your arms?"

Derek all glared at them, "Could you be any louder," he growled when the rest of the pack piled into the kitchen.

"So who is that?" Allison asked softly as she slowly approached the Alpha Wolf.

"Where's Stiles," Scott asked.

Derek took in a sharp breathe, "This, this is Stiles."

"What!" Jackson screamed but slapped a hand to his mouth when his voice caused Stiles to whimper.

"Yeah, this, this is Stiles," Derek said again.

Danny raised an eye brow, "You're joking right?"

The Alpha shook his head, "No, I wish I was."

"So," Lydia breathed, "How is this Stiles?"

Derek slowly peeled Stiles' off of him. The four year old resisted at first but allowed Derek to place him on the ground. "Let's move somewhere else," Derek said as they piled out of the kitchen and found various places on the couches that were placed in the family room.

The Alpha took his seat on the arm chair, Stiles following close to him. The four year old stood next to Derek's leg, face buried into the lycan's thigh. The Alpha took a deep breathe, "Okay, we were in the woods.."

Stiles let out a rush of air as he stopped running, he leaned against a tree and took in a deep breath, "Derek," he gasped out as he took in another breathe, "Can we take a break, I feel like I'm going to pass out and die."

The lycan who was a few feet in front of him slowed down to a jog and then stopped all together he let out a frustrated sigh but turned around and walked towards the teen. "Stiles, you asked to go running, you said all the way, and here you are backing down," Derek groaned.

"I know," Stiles gasped, "but man, ease me into it, I mean I did say I wanted to train with you which in retrospect was a bad idea but-"

"Get to the point Stiles," Derek growled.

"I'm human, remember."

"I know," Derek answered, "I know you are."

"Then what's up with you acting like a hard ass," Stiles panted.

Derek glowered, "Because, you told me, go all the way, don't let up."

"Yeah, and again in retrospect was a bad idea," Stiles whined as he slumped to the floor.

"Fine," Derek huffed, "I'll give you five minutes, in five minutes we're running again."

"Five minutes," Stiles cried out, "Come on, give me ten."

"Eight"

"Nine."

"Seven"

"Derek, please, I have a slow recovering rate. I don't have a good lung capacity. Hello! Human!"

The Alpha growled, "Fine, ten minutes."

"Thank you," Stiles sighed.

Derek nodded as he stretched a bit and jogged on the spot. Stiles watched as he tried to regain his breathing. Derek's ears perked up when he heard a twig snatched. The Alpha was by Stiles in seconds, standing in front of him, eyes searching the area, ears alert, noise pointed in the air. A figure covered in a cloak emerged from the woods. "You're on private property," Derek growled.

The figure just stood there. Derek inhaled sharply, eye brows raised in confusion. "Who are you," the Alpha asked, a low growl emerging from his chest.

"Derek Jethro Hale," the figure spoke.

"Derek gave a slight cautious nod, "What do you want?"

"Well, I'm actually more interested in the boy you're hiding."

Stiles gulped from behind the Alpha, "I'm nothing special."

"Shut up," Derek growled to Stiles in warning, "don't give him any reason to take you."

The figure let out a laugh and Derek lost it as he rushed forward. The figure simply lifted a hand and Derek covered his eyes and ducked as a blinding white light filled the area. Derek let out growl when he heard Stiles scream. The lycan felt a tingling sensation sweep over his body and he passed out.

He woke several seconds later, sitting up he frantically looked around trying to find the teen. His eyes instead fell on a little boy who was sitting against a tree. Derek stood up and rushed towards the little boy once he reached him, he knelt down in front of him. The little boy whimpered when Derek stretched out a hand to touch him. Derek tilted his head to the left. His eyes swept over at the figure that stood before him. A mass of hair covered his head, hair that resembled Stiles hair. The brunette locks were spiked up in all directions. "Stiles?" Derek called out.

"My name, not Stiles."

Derek raised an eye brow, "What's your name then."

"Genim."

"Ah."

The little boy's eyes lit up a bit, "I like Stiles."

"Yeah, that's your name buddy, you like being called Stiles."

The little boy nodded hesitantly, "My name Stiles?" he asked.

Derek nodded, "Yeah."

"Okay," the boy breathed, "I Stiles now."

"Stiles it is," Derek said gently

Stiles looked up at him, "I-I..umm…who are you?"

"It's me, Derek," the lycan said softly.

Stiles looked at him in confusion, "Derek?"

"Yeah, remember me?"

"No," Stiles mumbled.

Derek sighed as he stood up and Stiles let out a whimper, "Don't leave me here."

"This is fantastic," the lycan mumbled, "just fan-fucking-tastic."

Stiles gulped as he reached up to tug on Derek's pant leg, "No leave me here, this scary guy he get me."

The Alpha looked down at him, "What guy?"

"He, he in a cape," Stiles explained, "he said, go with you, you take care me."

"Did he say anything else?"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, he give me note," the little boy opened up his fist where a note was crumbled up, "give to you," he said.

Derek reached into his pocket and pulled out the crumbled note, "I haven't read it yet," he said.

Stiles lifted his head looking up at him, "I-I go home now, I miss my Daddy and my mommy."

Scott's breathing stopped in his throat, "He doesn't know yet does he?"

Derek bit at his lip, "No."

"Please Derek, you take me home?"

"In a minute," Derek grumbled, "I'm talking with my friends right now."

Stiles nodded. Derek sighed as tossed Jackson the note, "You read it please. I don't think I can handle reading it."

Jackson nodded as he unfolded the note.

"Derek Hale, you don't need to know who I am, or what I am. This is merely a lesson. Stiles is an important part of the pack which I'm sure you know. But quite frankly, the way you treat him, it's just not acceptable. So think of this as a test, when you've learned your lesson, I will return him back to normal."

"What lesson?" Derek growled.

"Doesn't say," Jackson answered as he eyed the note again.

Danny sighed, "So some dude in a cape of some sort did this to Stiles?"

Derek nodded.

Lydia eyed the little boy, "And it was to teach you a lesson?"

"Question is, what lesson!" Derek roared.

Stiles jumped from his spot near the lycan. Two hands came up to cover his ears. Derek sighed as he reached over and ruffled the boy's hair in apology, "I can't, I'm not fit for this," he grumbled.

"Well, he's very much like Stiles," Allison commented as the little boy bit at his lip and pulled at shirt, fidgeting on the spot.

Scott stood up from his spot on the couch, "Does he know who we are?"

"I don't think so," Derek answered, "he didn't know who I was."

Scott slowly approached his friend. He leaned down and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Hey Stiles," he said softly.

Stiles whimpered and flinched, "Hi," he whispered.

"It's me Scott," the beta said softly, "I'm your friend."

Stiles shook his head and buried his face into the armchair cushion. "No," he mumbled, "you not my friend, Scott not grown up."

Scott sighed. "I know, it's confusing, but I am Scott, I am your friend."

Stiles shook his head covered his ears. He shut his eyes tight, "Please Derek!" he cried "I go home now!"

"Oh god," Jackson groaned as he covered his ears, "this is going to be fun."

So...

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