Author's Note: Hey guys so its a compilation, but tell me if this installment is good enough to continue or too stupid. I'll change/continue it depending on the majority!

His Baby

Stiles awoke to the sound of birds chirping and a sudden wave of nausea rushing over him. He barely made it to the bathroom when a bunch of foul smelling chunks came spewing from my mouth. Ugh! I'm dying…this is definitely the end. The boy thought feeling sick, before looking over and seeing an empty spot in the bed. Shit! Derek must have gone for a run…aw man I have to clean this crap up by myself. Sighing he got down to it and about an hour later the bathroom was sparkly clean; even his nausea had subsided a little bit, which made him happy. He looked around the room and realized Derek still hadn't returned. "Derek!" he called walking out of our room, but only silence answered him. Hmm…he's usually back by now. What. Is he training for a marathon? Stiles shrugged his shoulders and made a cup of coffee to go with his banana. It was a Saturday so neither of them had work and for once their schedules were empty, so he took the chance to invite Scott over; it'd be a nice surprise for Derek when he returned.

Twenty minutes later…

"Hey man, how're you and Derek?" Scott asked after hugging his friend.

"Oh you know same old same old, but really we are doing wonderfully" He smiled at the thought of his rendezvous with the man a few weeks ago; it had been the first time they'd had sex in the raw, and the feeling had been amazing. Stiles still wondered why they'd waited so long for it. He could still feel the heat of Derek's kisses all over his skin, and the feel of his cum filling him; it gave him chills just thinking of it. Scott cleared his throat, the young man had been so busy reminiscing that he hadn't noticed the quizzical look on the young werewolf's face. "What's wrong?" he asked in confusion. Scott sniffed a couple of times.

"Whoa! You smell like a pregnant lady! I mean well…no…you smell normal, but there's also this other scent, and that's kind of like how pregnant women smell…" He seemed confused at his own words. Stiles looked shocked and then laughed.

"Guys can't get pregnant, man. It must just be one of my client's smells lingering on me. They wear so much perfume these days." He laughed again, but soon stopped when he noticed the serious look on his friend's face.

"You guys didn't happen to have…um…unprotected sex…?" Scott looked down awkwardly. Stiles looked wide eyed, but nodded. Scott started pacing. "No…no that's just ancient lore, a legend." He whispered, but Stiles heard and was unnerved.

"What's ancient lore?"He asked, sweating.

Scott stood still and seemed to weigh the options before speaking. "Well there is this legend about werewolves that states that they can only sexually reproduce when it's their one true mate. That's the reason why packs are pretty small now, because they don't keep up with this ancient tradition of finding the true mate through, like some kind of 'Inner seeing' so to speak. I don't really know about the tradition since that was pretty hazy on details, but basically you know when it's your true mate when you can no longer really control the lupine side of yourself. Anyway the book doesn't really specify whether there is a set rule to who can reproduce and whatnot, so I mean you could be p-pregnant…" He looked incredulous at that words he'd spoken.

Stiles stood dumbfounded and then spoke very quietly. "Where would it go though…I don't have a uterus?" He looked slightly unsure and then Scott offered to check. He put his hand over Stiles abdomen and closed his eyes in concentration. He could 'see' a small, but functional womb growing within his friend and inside of that was a fetus. He gasped audibly and hearing it, Stiles burst into tears.

"What the actual FUCK! How can I have a fetus? I don't have eggs!" He shrieked.

Scott thought for a moment before nodding. "Well the science behind it would be that your stem cells rearranged the DNA within your body and the toxicity, which allowed a womb to grow and from those same cells an egg grew. Well something like that at least."

"Where the hell is Derek? Dammit! Did he know about this stupid lore?" Stiles asked, livid.

"Well no it's something that comes to you when you see the history of the wolves as the Alpha."

"Fucking call him right now! I don't care if you have to howl and wake up the neighbors! I'm pregnant with his fucking baby!" Stiles vented his anger harshly, but paused at the last thought. Wait…Oh my God! I'm having his baby. I'm having the baby of the man I'm in love with. That's…actually really wonderful. He looked up at Scott, "Well I suppose it's fine if he comes home late, I need to make something special for the news anyway!"