Derek grumbled as he forced his tired body to wake up and pay attention to what the others were saying. And yes he knew he was an Alpha, and yes he knew that maybe he should not be acting like a sulky teenager, and he defiantly knew that he shouldn't be coming up with methods to fake his own death to get some quiet for once. However, all of his pretenses of being a responsible grown up had decided to disappear for the evening. He was at his final straw. One trip away from snapping someone's neck. A moment away from running off into the sunset, naked and covered in honey. Maybe that is a bit steep but he was so tired of all these teenagers with their teenage problems and their teenage hormones.
This doubled with the fact that the bunch of teenagers he was constantly having to look after didn't exactly appreciate all that he did for them. Well... it all piled up slowly, gently building up faster and faster. Until he'd be one question, complaint, argument, joke or testosterone battle away from actually ripping someones head off. Possibly starting with Stiles.
The infamous Stiles, especially, seemed to enjoy making his life into a soap opera. Stiles calling him a 'Sour wolf' and getting on his final nerve was becoming too much and his equally infamous wonky-jawed partner in crime, Scott, wasn't exactly helping. Scott, otherwise known as the moron, who was being arrogant to the fact that yes he needed help from Derek. Because no he couldn't control his werewolf self.
Back in the now to the current dilemma that was causing Derek a bit of a headache, hadn't in fact been caused by the danger prone Stiles or Scott. This one had been caused by Jackson, that knuckle-head of a lacrosse player. Now this idiot should know by now that getting associated with anything to do with the supernatural is a bad idea. Literally, the whole Kanima should have been enough of a warning.
But unluckily for Derek he hadn't, and the knuckle-head had gone off and annoyed a witch. Who knew that any lived near-by? Derek scoffed out loud but no one was paying attention to him...mainly because they had all been de-aged into 6 and 7 year-olds. Courtesy of the witch that Jackson managed to anger by being a twat.
His once so plain and orderly loft was now being ransacked by a bunch of toddlers. Aidan was serving Lydia food, meaning he was pulling out everything she said she wanted to eat then she would change her mind and he'd chuck it on the floor. Allison was being good, the only one, and was just sitting drawing. Derek guessed that he could deal with her. Jackson was trying to pick a fight with Ethan over who was Danny's best friend; the latter crying between the two covering his ears. Scott was chasing Stiles around who was screaming bloody murder. Isaac was...somewhere, this caused Derek's heart rate to rise a little. He couldn't have lost one already.
He was up in seconds, going around the loft in a desperate search for one of his pups. Since when had they become his pups he didn't know as a moment ago they were annoying hormonal teenagers to him, at the most the were pack. The search didn't last long as he soon found the missing pup, curled up asleep on Derek's bed. Wrapped up in one of his shirts. He looked adorable, exactly like a little puppy with his floppy curly brown hair.
He couldn't admire his pup for long as the sound of vastly approaching footfall was headed his way. In through the door frame ran Stiles.
He did, however, pick a much quieter volume of which to speak, "Heya, Der. Being de-aged is awesome. You can do loads of stuff."
This may be confusing to some but Derek understood, since the pups had been de-aged the remembered everything else about the older selves. But the had impulses much like a child, including the mind.
"De-aging isn't awesome Stiles, it is dangerous," Derek all but growled.
Stiles, never the one to turn down a spat, puffed out his chest. His chin held high, "Really, why?"
"Because, I am currently under the threat of an attack."
"Why?"
"Because they wish to have me with them for power."
With a cheeky smile, Stiles uttered again that evil word, "Why?"
I don't know! All I know is they want me to kill my pack! Which I am most defiantly not going to do! I have enough stress and worries so having a bunch of pups isn't helping!"
Isaac jolted awake at the sudden yelling, scrambling away, his eyes searching around him for an attacker that everyone knew but dare not mention. Stiles ran over to his now crying pack mate and pulled him into his arms, his own eyes glassy.
Oh great, thought Derek. "Wow...err...I'm sorry for yelling. Please...please don't cry. Melissa will kill me if she finds out I made you cry so please stop," it worked miraculously.
Sadly he hadn't been in the other room because if he had then he would have noticed all of them in tears. This is to which Melissa McCall was greeted with.
"DEREK!"
"Ahhh, crap"