A/N: So, for anyone interested, I'm also posting stories on Archive of Our Own, under the name HWWHOC (basically the acronym of my pen name here).

"Where are our pups?" Scott ran his hands through his hair. "Where did they come from?"

"Well, if I knew, I wouldn't be freaking out, now would I?" Stiles grumbled. Scott gave him a look and Stiles put his hands up in surrender.

Scott nudged Stiles forward. "You're the smart one," he said. "What should we do?" The blonde boy yawned and his eyes fluttered open, looking up at the two teenagers. "Oh my..."

The boy jumped up and looked down at his near-naked body. "Where are we?" He looked down at Liam, who was still asleep. "Where's Papa Derek?" His voice was small as tears filled his eyes. Scott bent down next to him and hugged him. "I recognize you," he whispered. "B-but who are you?"

"My name's Scott and this is Stiles." Stiles raised one hand in a wave. "What's your name?"

"I-Isaac," the boy whimpered, latching onto Scott.

Scott took a deep breath, still holding onto Isaac. "Who's Papa Derek?" Stiles had sat beside the basket and ran his fingers through Liam's hair, seeming unfazed by the fact that he was petting a small boy instead of his puppy.

"He's our Alpha," Isaac explained. "And our brothers and sisters, Boyd, Brett, Erica, and Hayden."

"Scotty, do you think he means Derek Hale?" The two boys had been told off many a time by Derek for wandering around the woods. And, although he never told Stiles about this, Scott, when he was eight years old, found a fifteen-year-old Derek late one night in the woods and comforted him.

"We don't know many other Dereks," Scott murmured, rubbing Isaac's back. "Let's get some clothes on you guys and go find Derek."

Stiles put a hand on Liam's back. "Liam, buddy, it's time to wake up." The boy murmured something quietly before opening his eyes. "Hey there."

Liam sat up and looked around Stiles' room before casting his eyes up at Isaac and Scott. "Why is that guy holding you, Isaac?" Isaac buried his face in Scott's shirt. "And who are you?"

"I'm Stiles. When you came here, you were a puppy and I adopted you, just like Scott adopted Isaac. But now we see that you're not puppies, more like shapeshifters or something."

"We're werewolves," Liam said matter-of-factly. "Derek Hale's our Alpha. Isaac and I live with our two brothers and two sisters, along with Derek's two sisters at their house in the woods."

Isaac unwrapped his arms from around Scott's waist and looked at Stiles. "This is your house, right?" Stiles nodded. "Do you have clothes for us?"

Derek could hear the sound of nonstop chattering from a mile away. He'd warned those two to stay out of the woods and, by this time, was so fed up with Stiles' inability to shut his mouth that he was going to turn on the Alpha eyes to scare them off for good. But when he opened the front door, he found that it was Liam doing the talking.

"Where did you find them?" Derek bent down and embraced both Liam and Isaac at once. "We've been worried sick..."

"More like myself and Cora have been worried sick." Laura stepped in. Isaac instantly latched onto her. "You, however, have been brooding more than ever."

"Well, the thing about finding them is..." Scott started to say, rubbing his neck nervously, but Stiles cut him off.

"They were puppies in a kennel at the pet store and Scott promised me a puppy, so we adopted them. Both of them."

Isaac looked up at Laura. "They were really, really nice to us. We both got a bowl of food, instead of having to fight the others for it."

"You fed them dog food?" Derek raised an eyebrow at Stiles.

"Maybe if I knew that they were human, I wouldn't have!" Stiles shot back. Scott rested a hand on Stiles' shoulder and the black-haired boy stepped back.

"Papa Derek?" Isaac looked up at the man with wide blue eyes. "C-can we stay with Scott and Stiles for a while? We'll be safe with them. They're really good with us."

"I don't know," Derek murmured. He never particularly liked Stiles, although he did remember how Scott helped him out seven years earlier.

"C'mon, Dere," Stiles coaxed. "It'll be like a sleepover!" Liam brightened up at this and nodded his head excitedly. "We'll make cookies and watch movies and do all the fun stuff that kids should do."

"And we'll come over to train with you!" Liam put in, sliding his hand into Derek's. "We won't forget training. You said I've been improving. And sometimes I hear you talk about Isaac. You said he's doing really good too."

Derek seemed to think it over. "I still don't know," he said. "Don't you live with your mom?" He asked Scott, who nodded. "How are you going to explain the fact that your puppy is actually human?"

Scott looked down, seemingly deep in thought. "Don't think too hard, Scotty. Might hurt yourself." Stiles nudged his boyfriend's side playfully "We'll figure something out," he said to Derek, who looked unconvinced.

"Well, until you figure something out, they stay here." Liam looked at Derek in indignation. "Liam, don't," he said, not looking at the boy. "You and Isaac will stay here until either one of these two figures out a way for you to stay with them without causing chaos. Which I'm sure will happen even if I don't let up."

"Don't be such a sourwolf." Stiles put a hand on Derek's.

"Don't touch me." Stiles instantly recoiled and rubbed his neck. "The condition stands." Derek stood up and went upstairs.

"When did he get so cranky?" Stiles mumbled. Cora chuckled and slung an arm around his shoulders.

"About seven years ago when..." Cora caught Laura's head shake and cleared her throat. "He's always been like this."

A screech interrupted their thoughts. A little blonde girl bounded out of the living room and pounced on Isaac. "Where have you been? Derek's been insufferable!"

"Erica, get off your brother," Cora admonished, not bothering to move to pull them apart. "Go get the others." Erica did as she was told and ran back into the room, returning with a black-haired girl and two boys, one African American, the other with coiffed brown hair; they were all around the same age.

"This is Scott and Stiles," Liam introduced. "When Isaac and I were in puppy form, they adopted us." He looked up at the teenagers. "These are our siblings." He pointed to each of them in turn. "Erica. Hayden. Boyd. Brett." The four of them stared up at Scott and Stiles; Scott shifted uncomfortably while Stiles bent down in front of them and grinned.

"Aren't you all just the cutest?" Erica came over to him and sniffed him. The Hales watched fearfully; Erica was the one who didn't like many people on first impression. She stood back for a second before wrapping her arms around Stiles' neck.

"I like you. You smell like cookies." Scott snorted, trying to hold back on his laughter. "Boyd, seriously, he smells like chocolate chip cookies. C'mere." Boyd complied and joined Erica in sniffing Stiles. Hayden and Brett moved slowly towards Scott and looked up at him.

"Hey, kids." Scott knew he didn't have the same kind of luck with children that Stiles did. He knelt down and Brett sniffed his shirt. Looking back at Hayden, Brett's greenish-blue eyes flashed yellow and Scott moved back slightly.

"Brett, don't scare the human!" Hayden punched his shoulder and hugged Scott. "I think you're handsome. Don't mind Brett; he just likes scaring people with his wolfy eyes."

"Okay, kids, back to the den." Cora walked over to the couch and the four Betas ran over to her. "Time for training." Isaac and Liam looked up at Scott and Stiles, pouting slightly. "Isaac, Liam, that means you guys too."

Stiles pulled Liam and Isaac in for a hug. "We'll come visit every day, we promise." Scott nodded. "We have to get to school now, but we'll be back afterwards."

"McCall! Stilinski! Why are you late on test day?" Mr. Harris barked without turning from the board. Scott and Stiles had opened the door as quietly as they could and started to tiptoe in.

"W-well, you see, Mr. Harris..." Stiles started but the teacher held up a hand and he silenced instantly.

"Save it. Detention, both of you, after school." Both boys slumped into their seats. A quiet laugh came from behind them. Neither had to look to see Jackson Whittemore laughing at their misfortune.

"Quarrel on lovers' lane?"

"Those are pretty big words for a guy who can't pass English," Stiles retorted, not turning around. "Go back to your steamy locker room haven and do what you do best, being such a royal ass and being offered blowjobs by guys who apparently have no one else to pine for." Scott bit back a snicker and Jackson scowled, but said nothing.

"Point one for Stilinski." Scott and Stiles high-fived under the desk.