"We're not taking your beat up jeep Stiles. My word is final!" Derek snarled at me.

"My word is final." I mimic and sound pretty accurate if I do say so myself. "Well Derek I don't give two flying stones what your word is, your car is not fit to drive small children in it. So we're taking my jeep, got it, get it, good." I looked to the kids who were sitting on the couch where I left them. "Come on small people, get in a line so we could go out and visit a friend."

I got them all packed into the back of my jeep and had them share seatbelts. It's a good thing they're scrawny. I looked back at Derek who made no move from his spot on the porch. "So are you going to stand there all night or get in?" He huffed and stomped out the jeep to get to the passenger side and hopped in. I smiled cheekily at him and said, "Don't forget to buckle up Snookums!" He simply growled, but put it on.

I drove away from the house to the vet's because none of this has yet to make any sense. Even after Derek explained what happened. Which, now that I think of it was nothing helpful.

"Derek what the heck is going on!? And why on Earth do they think I'm their mom!?" This shouldn't be happening. Oh my God why is this happening!? I really shouldn't be surprised honestly because my best friend is a werewolf and my not really friend yet was a lizard not so long ago. Of all the things that could've happened they just had to be kids. Kids! They were barely tee-"

"STILES!" Derek's booming voice stopped me in my tracks. I didn't even realize I was pacing or that the kids were following me. And they ended up running into the back of my legs and falling down like a dominos. Poor Boyd was at the bottom. "Stop. And Breathe." His eyebrows were scrunched together and said that he was just as confused as I am, but more annoyed at the situation. "I don't know okay. After you left they just kept shrinking and I didn't know what to do so I texted you." His eyes were wide and I think, but for a minute he looked a looked scared, making me want to hug him. Weird.

"Okay we'll take my car and go to Deaton's."

"Stiles we're not taking your jeep."

Now here we are pulling up to the vet's. I look in the backseat and they all look so innocent. Too innocent.

"Lydia, honey, where's Jackson?" I raised an eyebrow. And I personally think I pulled it off pretty well. I guess Derek's been rubbing off on me.

She smiled so sickeningly sweet at me and replied, "I don't know. He was just here." She looked around innocently. Bull. Shit.

"Derek we put him in right?" I looked at Derek and the corner of his mouth was twitching almost like he was fighting a smile.

"Yeah he's here. Under Lydia's feet." Amusement laced behind his words.

"What?! Lydia Martin you let him up this instant!" She moved her feet from on top of Jackson's back with a pout and he got off the floor of the jeep. I got out the car and opened the door to let him out. He ran behind me and held on to my waist.

"Mom why does she keep picking on me?" He whined. I've never seen Jackson look so vulnerable. It was adorable, but we had more important issues.

"Ok first off it's Stiles. STIIIIILEEEESSSS. Ok? Good. Second I don't know why she keeps picking on you, but she is going to stop and apologize. Aren't you Lydia?" She looked at me with wide on the verge of big FAKE tears. "Lydia Martin. I will count to ten. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,-"

"Sorry Jackson!" She huffed out. I probably shouldn't be fighting my smile as hard as I am, but I feel like a babysitter boss!

"Good. Now Jackson you're first in line, and Derek help the other kids out. Yea, you, now put the eyebrows down and just do it." Derek growled at me, but got out the car and helped them all out and Isaac ran around basically climbed up my body like a monkey..or weremonkey. Haha! That was good. Oh great now they think I'm crazy for laughing by myself. Well Derek does because he's staring at me with a confused, or is it constipated look on his face. Oh well.

I led them into Deaton's with the exception of Isaac who I carried in, and Derek came in last.

Deaton was sitting at his desk and when he heard us come in he asked, "So what's the prob-. Oh my." His questioned died on his lips when he turned around and looked at the 7 kids in the room.

He slowly got up and walked up to each of them one by one then poked and prodded them, and Isaac started to get heavy and I'm guessing Derek sensed that because he pushed himself off the wall and held his arms out for him. Isaac looked up at his face, but didn't move from side. Derek gave a slight nod to him and the corner of his lip curved, which Isaac took as a smile because he slowly went into Derek's arms.

"Thanks." I told him. When I looked up at him he was staring at me. He had this weird look in his eyes, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Yeah I don't have time to play the awkward game.

"So Doc do you know what's wrong with them?" I asked Deaton who was currently pinching Boyd's elbow. l still felt Derek's eyes on me, and felt my cheeks heating up.

"Well, Stiles they're...fine." I bust out laughing because this has to be joke. "No, it's not a joke, and yes you did say that out loud." My eyes narrowed at him.

"Sassy as ever Deaton." I mutter. "But they're kids there has to be something wrong with them. Did someone do something?"

"Yes they are kids, but it has nothing to do with anyone outside the pack, it has to do with who's inside the pack."

Derek finally speaks up from behind me. "None of them have magic in them though." I can just feel his eyebrows dipping together.

"On the contrary, one of them does." Deaton said, and I guess both me and Derek gave him a look that said who?

"Why don't you tell me exactly what happened tonight Stiles."

"Why don't you ask Derek? I wasn't even there when they changed."

"I mean before you left was there any argument, were you upset?" I had to think back because honestly it felt so long ago, but..oh.

"Yeah, I was upset because they treated me like some type of pack mule. So I may or may not have yelled at them..." I muttered the last sentence.

"I see. And what do you think your role is in the pack Stiles? Has Derek told you?" I looked at Derek instinctively and didn't even flinch when I saw him standing next to me now with Isaac dozing off on his shoulder.

"My role?" I never really thought of it. "I guess I'm just research girl. I'm not a werewolf or related to Derek so I'm not pack, but that doesn't give them the excuse to leave their stuff everywhere for me to pick up after them. I'm not their mom!" I started to get angry again.

"Is that what you said exactly?" Deaton had an understanding look on his face.

Derek answered this time though, "No Scott, said ',but you're pack mom' and she replied, 'I'm nobody's mom, I'm not even pack..." he trailed off. Then he and Deaton started communicating through their eyes. And yea that shit is not on.

"Hello. Hi. Yea, still here. What does all that mean? So what if I said I'm not their mom, it wouldn't turn them into kids. Right? Derek would be able to smell magic off of me if I had any." I looked at him and he was staring at me like this is his first time seeing me.

"Not necessarily. You could have been shielding it the whole time. And your intense emotions could have triggered them. Not to mention you denied your role in the pack which only intensified the magic." Deaton said.

"My role? What role? I don't have one."

"You do Stiles. In some sense you are like a motherly figure to them. They come to you when they are in trouble, don't they. They even go as far as settle disputes between them, right?" It made some kind of sense, but it didn't mean I had magic.

"So what? Derek didn't tell me I was Pack mom. Great, but that doesn't mean I have magic." I started shaking my head. "Derek would be able to tell." I grabbed Derek's arm. "Tell him I don't have any!"

"Breathe Stiles. It's alright breathe. Just breathe." Derek lifted his hand to cradle my cheek and looked into my eyes. I started breathing right again. He let go of a breath I didn't know he was holding. He eyes stayed on mine, but he was addressing Deaton. "I knew she smelled different, but I thought it was because of something else." What something else?

Deaton said, "It was, but now you're smelling her magic too."

I grabbed Derek's hand and pulled it down by my side, but didn't let go. I turned to Deaton. "Where would the magic come from? I know for a fact my dad doesn't have any. He's too..dad. And then there's..MY MOM?!" Great. I scared Isaac and now he's crying. I let go of Derek's hand, ignoring the fact that I was missing the warmth of it already, and grabbed him from Derek. I started rocking him back to sleep. "Sorry kiddo. Didn't mean to scare you." I whispered to him and slowly his eyes shut again. I looked back at the other kids and they were all sitting against the wall fast asleep.

"Did you know my mom was...?"

"A shaman. Yes, she was able to heal people and cast spells. You could say she was one with nature even."

"So what do I do, huh? How do I change them back? How does it all work"

"This is where it gets complicated."

"Of course." I muttered. Deaton raised an eyebrow for interrupting and Derek squeezed my hand. "Sorry."

"Nature is basically teaching you a lesson. You need to own up to your role," He looked to Derek, "though you wouldn't have to if Derek just told you in the first place."

Derek growled slightly, "I thought she knew." He looked down at me, "I thought you knew that human or not you are pack. I didn't think I had to tell you." Wait why was he mad?

"Well Derek, it's not like your eyebrows were going to." I mean come on he almost only communicated with me through those thick beasts.

"Your eyebrows?" Deaton asked. He looked so confused I had to giggle and hid it in Isaac's hair.

"Don't listen to her." Derek said moodily."So, basically she has to take care of them like she would her own until nature believes she's learned her lesson."

"You too Derek. You both need to work together, because this could last for one day to a year even." A year! Oh no. No no no no no. I refuse. I felt my heart racing in my chest, and saw Derek look at me worried, he took a step back and put his hand on my lower back. I leaned into the touch and let my breathing slow down. How does he do that? I'm going to have to ask him if it's part of his weird werewolf juju. I open my eyes (when did they shut?) and saw Deaton watching the whole scene, my cheeks started to heat up again, but Derek didn't move his hand.

Deaton looked pointedly at Derek, with a small smile and said, "You both need to be completely honest with each other." I gave him a confused look and looked at Derek and saw the tip of his ears turn red. Derek Hale was blushing! Wait, but why? Whatever, so not the point. He's embarrassed and I'm witnessing it. Aww now he's looking away with a his grumpy face on it's adorable. What the hell is wrong with me? The words Derek, aww, and adorable should never be near each other in a sentence.

"Wait, why are you blushing? What haven't you told me?" I asked Derek.

"Yes Derek what haven't you told her?" Deaton asked this time with a hint of amusement in his voice. Derek flashed his red eyes and growled lowly at him, but didn't answer.

Derek quickly turned around went over to the rest of the pack and started shaking them awake to get them to walk out to the car, but Scott's clumsy self tripped causing Boyd, behind him, to fall on top of him. I bust out laughing and woke up Isaac who looked at them on the ground and started giggling too. Derek's cheeks were turning red too by this point and he got them up and walking again before me and Isaac could stop laughing. I put Isaac on the ground and pointed towards Derek. His little legs ran out the door Derek just herded them out of.

I turned to Deaton who still had a smile on his face. "Do you know what he's hiding?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"No."

I nodded towards the exit door, "Is he going to tell me?"

His head leaned to the side, "He should..."

"But you don't think he will." I sighed.

"You of all people know what Derek's lost, and how he lost it. He has trouble with trust, but I think with you and the pack he's slowly getting past that. I believe he'll tell you what he needs to when he needs to."

Right then Derek comes in, and nods at Deaton, and starts yanking my arm to go outside. The kids aren't with him. "Don't tell me you left them in the car. Alone!"

"They're werewolves." He huffed.

"Yea, and they're six!" I whacked him on the shoulder with my other hand and pulled my arm from him to go out to the car. To see them sitting there waiting. And Derek walked out behind me looking at the sky, probably asking 'why him' again, and Deaton laughing silently behind him. "Derek stop admiring the stars and get a move on."

He walked past me into the driver's seat, and shuts the door. Hold up. What the hell does he think this is? He rolls down the window and smirks, "I'm driving this time." I try pulling the door open, but the butt wolf locked. I stomp to the passenger seat.

"Be gentle." I ground out.

"Aren't I always." The dude winks at me and starts the car, but I see him tense up for a minute. I look back and see Deaton's mouthing 'Honesty'.

"So is there something you want to tell me Derek?" Just then my body lurches forward when he steps on the gas too hard on the gas. I hit him on the shoulder again. "What the H-E-double hockey sticks! Watch it!"

"Oops. You should put your seatbelt on." And that damn smirk is back.


Finally! Sorry for making ya'll wait, but student first, wannabe writer second. Hope ya'll like it!