Stiles refused to ride on the back of Scott's bike. If everybody considered his beloved Jeep a "metal deathtrap", then his best friend's sad excuse for a motorcycle was even worse. Every time Scott even suggested getting a little sidecar for him to ride around in, Stiles wanted to punch him in the face

So that's why they were taking the Jeep, only halfway through the ride Scott wound up taking the wheel because Stiles was shaking so hard.

"I'm sure you're fine..." Scott muttered, thankfully keeping his eyes on the road. Stiles could hear that hint of "what if" in his voice though. "You're just fine."

He chewed on the sleeve of his hoodie, trying to hold his legs still with his other arm so they wouldn't bounce up and down. "Yeah. Peachy-keen." He couldn't stop thinking about his mom, and how even though Scott couldn't smell it, how there could be even the slightest chance that he could be really sick. His mom had started off the same way, with dizzy spells and always being tired, and then the nausea had started. His parents had thought she was going to have another baby (they'd always wanted a big family but had problems before he was born), only to find out it was the big C-word.

That didn't explain the "magic-y" smell Scott had mentioned, though. He had started emissary training a few months before in secret in between the entire kitsune incident (even though there was some doubt over whether he was a druid or something entirely different), and it had only come out when the smell of mistletoe and magic had become too noticeable to hide - especially to Erica and Boyd, who seemed more in tune to it after their resurrections.

"Stiles...Stiles!"

Stiles jumped a bit as he snapped out of whatever stupor he was in. His the cuff of his sleeve was wet with spit and Scott was shaking him. He looked out the window and saw the front lights of the clinic were shut off.

"Deaton told me we should come through the back. Come on." Scott unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of the car while Stiles messed with his own.

Walking into the exam room just put this aching feeling in his gut of "wow, this is my life now", and it only seemed to intensify when Deaton told him to sit on the table and talk about his symptoms.

"I've been dizzy and tired...not really nauseated, but I can't really bring myself to eat as much as I want," Stiles trailed off, not really wanting to divulge the more intimate details of what was going on. "It started, I dunno, two weeks ago? It's been pretty bad this week though."

Deaton's face didn't change as he looked over Stiles, somehow managing to remain completely professional. "And this was after having sex with Derek?"

"Wow, right to the point, aren't you? Yes, it started after that."

"And did anything strange happen when the two of you were together?"

"Um...strange?"

"You know what I mean, Stiles."

"I do...?" Then it hit him, and he could practically feel his face going bright red, "Oh! You mean kn-"

Scott gasped and clapped his hands over his ears, screaming something akin to "la-la-la-I'm-not-listening" and "this-is-not-happening" at the top of his lungs.

Stiles glared and pulled his sneaker off his foot before throwing it at Scott, "If you're going to do that, get out!"

Scott frowned as the shoe bounced off his arm, "I'm sorry, it's just...it's gross. I already didn't want to think of you and Derek having sex, but knotting? Stiles that's crossing a line."

"No one said you had to sit here and hold my hand if it offends you so much." He really did want Scott to stay though, if something was really wrong he was going to need the support.

"If you two don't mind...?" Deaton arched an eyebrow before turning back to Stiles, "Yes, Stiles, I meant knotting."

He swallowed and look down at his feet, an itch in the back of his mind telling him to either retrieve his shoe or kick off the other one, "Um...a couple of times?"

"A 'couple' of times...?"

"I was there from Friday night until Sunday night, okay! And I kind of enjoyed i-Scott, stop with the gagging noise!" Stiles really had enjoyed it though, it had happened by accident the first time and they only did it one more time before he finally went home, but it felt really good and being that close to Derek for the hour afterwards...

So, okay, maybe it was a little more to him than it probably was to the sourwolf.

Deaton just looked deep in thought, before looking a little unsure himself. "I might need to do a blood test...are you okay with that?"

"What choice do I have?"

Two vials of blood and an hour later, Deaton still had that unsure look on his face. "Well...you're not sick. No STIs, supernatural or otherwise. No cancer either if you're worried about that."

Stiles sighed in relief, finally letting his shoulders untense, "Oh thank god..."

"You are pregnant, though."

Stiles looked at Deaton, then burst out laughing. "Good one, Doc! Pregnant. Ha! It's just the flu, isn't it? Why aren't you laughing too? Oh god, come on a chuckle or something. This isn't funny anymore."

"I wasn't joking, Stiles." Deaton sighed, looking through the stack of papers he was holding. "I mean...it hasn't been unheard of for an alpha male to impregnate his male partner, it's an evolutionary trait to ensure there will always be an alpha of blood relation in the pack, but usually it's a beta or an omega, never a human. You're quite the special case."

"No seriously, this isn't fucking funny..."

"Being an emissary could play a role in it, but considering there is no document of such a thing ever happening, we can't be sure..."

"Please stop talking, please. Stop the world I want to get off."

"Stiles." Scott touched his arm, looking all forlorn and shit, "He's not joking."

"Oh my god!" Stiles wailed (in a totally manly way, obviously), "Why is this happening to me! I'm not even done with high school yet, I can't have Derek's butt-baby."

Deaton rolled his eyes, "It's not going to come out of your butt."

"And I just smoked a shit-ton of weed, plus my Adderall dosage...I already screwed everything up!" He groaned and fell back onto the table, rubbing his hands onto his face, "What's my dad going to say? He's barely used to the whole werewolves and magic thing, how's he going to take 'hey, Daddy-o, one of the werewolves in my life knocked me up - it's totally cool though, he's only six years older than me'? Oh my god."

"Stiles." Deaton's hand rested on his shoulder, "I know this isn't what you expected...but if you don't have to keep it. I can't perform the procedure but...everything is up to you. As for the Adderall and...'shit-ton' of weed, if the baby is a werewolf, it probably hasn't been affected." He paused before continuing, "Not to say you should continue smoking, you probably could continue with your prescription if you do decide to keep it."

"What are you going to do, man?" Scott asked, and even though Stiles couldn't see it, he could tell he had the worried puppy-dog look on his face.

Stiles sighed and sat back up, "I think...I need to sleep on it. Or something...I dunno. Do I have to decide right now?"

"Of course not. Take whatever time you need." Deaton gave him a weak smile, "Either way though, you're going to need a physician that's more versed in this than I am. Emissary or not, I'm still just a vet. I'll see what I can dig up for you."

Stiles just nodded, putting a hand to his stomach without even thinking about it. He didn't know what step he was going to take next, but either way he knew nothing was ever going to be remotely the same.

And he wasn't sure just how upset he was about it.


Stiles still couldn't bring himself to drive, so he just let Scott take the wheel. As he leaned against the passenger side window, he let his mind wander.

A baby, a mass of cells possibly containing life, inside of him. A mass of cells and tissue and god knows what else since he hadn't taken a biology class since freshman year and still needed to brush up before school started again. All because he and Derek had decided to be lonely together and fuck around in his loft for a weekend. They weren't even together, he was pretty sure that Derek still only just tolerated him - even if they had gotten closer and, yeah, Stiles did really "like like" him. But that didn't mean that they could actually be something together.

Other thoughts wormed in through the back of his head.

What would their kid look like? Would they have his eyes, or somehow turn out with Derek's? Would they be a girl or a boy? What if there was more than one? He kind of hoped they wouldn't have Derek's teeth because nothing says "fierce and scary werewolf" like a set of bunny teeth.

Would it be human or a werewolf?

Suddenly the car stopped and Stiles was snapped out of it. They were in an In-N-Out parkinglot, the closest In-N-Out was in Redding, which wasn't all that far from Beacon Hills but...

"Dude, did you just drive us all the way to Redding? My gas milage isn't that great, I don't think I'll have time to fill up before work tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it, okay? I'll pay for your fill-up before we go back to your place." Scott clapped his shoulder and unbuckled his seatbelt, "I'll be right back, just stay put?" He didn't wait for an answer before running out.

Stiles just sighed and unbuckled his own seatbelt before leaning back in his seat. He waited a couple of seconds before unzipping the front of his hoodie and lifting the hem of his shirt to look at his stomach. He was never going to be as muscular as he more lupine friends, but he wasn't out of shape...but what would pregnancy to do his body?

If he decided to keep it.

Stiles sighed and put his hand on his stomach, running his fingers over it, "Who am I kidding...? I hope you don't take after either of us."

Suddenly Scott opened the door and plopped back into the driver's seat, holding a bag and two shakes. "Here." He handed Stiles one of the cups before opening the bag between them, "I just got fries, I know you're not that big on their burgers."

"Five Guys does it better..." he muttered before sipping on the shake. His eyes widened as he recognized the taste. "Neapolitan?" He felt a tug in his heart. When his mom had been at the cancer treatment place nearby, his dad would pick them up for the three of them. His mom said it was one of the few things she felt like she could enjoy without feeling sick after. He'd only had a handful of them since she died, usually whenever he really missed her or if he was having a terrible day.

Scott smiled weakly before sipping his own shake, "Felt like you needed one."

"You really are the best." He took another sip before grabbing a handful of fries and shoving them in his mouth.

Scott McCall really was the most awesome friend anyone could have, even if he could be kind of a buttface sometimes, and Stiles wouldn't trade the world for him.


So yes, as I said before - Derek is still an alpha in this story. You can totally make of that with you will - be it Cora never getting his power, or he killed one of the alpha pack members, or Stiles being that "spark" whatever you want it to be. Because I'm sorry I'm not sorry, but Derek can stay an alpha after reviving his uncle but healing someone who isn't dead takes that away? Bullshit. That's lazy storytelling.

You can take Erica and Boyd's resurrection whatever way you want to as well. No this totally isn't the pot calling the kettle black. *cough* There's a reason I don't get paid to do this.

I haven't seen the leaked episode, so I can't say anything is going to be changed in the future stuff regarding that...especially if anything happens with Peter because I kinda sorta like him and want a redemption arc for him but obviously I can't have nice things and yeah. But yeah, we'll see.