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Title: We Are All We Are – Defining Pack

Fandom: Teen Wolf

TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, mating/mates, explicit intercourse, anal, fluff, h/c, pack!feels, packmom!Stiles, blood, fighting, AU of season 3, death (NO puppies), hetero

Main Pairing: Sterek

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Danny/Isaac, Jackson/Lydia, Peter/Chris, John/Melissa, Ennis/Kali, Aiden/Cora, Aiden/Allison & Ethan/Stiles (for jealousy)

Teen Wolf Characters: 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Milton Boyd IV, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Cora Hale, Malia Hale, Kira Yukimura, Ethan, Aiden, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Alan Deaton, John Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Rafael McCall, Noshiko Yukimura, Mister Yukimura, Bobby Finstock, Adrian Harris, Maran Morrell, Jennifer Blake, Deucalion, Kali, Ennis

Summary: Post season 2 – the four skipped months. Season 3 needs more pack!feels, not just the 'a member of the pack died'-pack!feels. It'll be a slow-built 'fixing season 3' piece, twisting season 3 to my will. Including packmom!Stiles, Sterek, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, Scallison and no dead packmates.

After everything with Gerard, Stiles wonders where his place in the pack is. Or rather, to which pack he belongs and what is going on in general. New faces and the threat of an Alpha pack are really not helping him there. So now he's stuck – once again – rescuing a bunch of stubborn werewolves while trying to deal with his own feelings, not just romantically but also friendship-wise, because he really needs to help Scott sorting things out.

We Are All We Are
Defining Pack

Chapter 2: Home

A new routine started to come into Stiles' life within the following week.

One of the wolves would check on him in the evening – normally it was Isaac, oddly enough. At school, he would sit with the two couples and get like the double douse of what he used to call the Scott&Allison Show. But somehow, those two couples were a little more durable. Jackson and Lydia were mostly like they used to be, the perfect couple, with Lydia obviously wearing the pants in their relationship. So nothing new there, he was already used to that.

Danny and Isaac on the other hand had quite the puppy love going on. They were kind of adorable and now that Danny was part of the pack and a werewolf and sort of 'forced' to spend time with Stiles, he actually even tried to have decent conversation with the sheriff's son. The relationship was also quite healthy for Isaac; the formally slightly psychopathic and laid back boy was slowly becoming... how to put it? Saner? Calmer? Nicer? Like a trained pup, yeah that was it. Danny was his anchor, his mate. Just like Allison was Scott's. This had been a valuable lesson for Stiles: Mated wolves were better and easier to be around.

It was actually quite companionable being with them. Danny was even laughing about some of his jokes and while Jackson was still being his douchebag self, he at least got to talk to Lydia. On a friendly base, yes, but that was actually nice enough too. Her mind was brilliant and so were the conversations they held. Danny sometimes had some input – the hacker was far from dumb himself. And while Isaac preferred to just idly sit by and remain silent, he too sometimes had a fascinating point to make. Though Jackson's snide remarks ruined the atmosphere most of the time. At any rate, it was a nice change to constantly only being around Scott. As much as he loved the other boy like a brother, Scott was not one you'd go to for an intellectual conversation.

Scott. He was really making all of this kind of difficult. In school the pack tried to keep their distance when it came to Allison and Scott, even though that proved to be hard for Lydia and Stiles. But that wasn't a solution. And even if it were, he wouldn't want it. He wanted to punish Scott with the silent treatment for a while, yes, but there had to be a better way. So the human boy gave his best to come up with a solution, a plan. He tried it, all the time and every where. In school and at home. Especially at home. That was about it. He came up with nothing so far.

And it was already Saturday night. Groaning, he clawed at his head. This was no good.

"Stiles? You know I've said this about... every day this week, but... you should go to bed."

Stiles gave a declining grunt and squinted one eye open to glare at the oversized Golden Retriever pup sitting on his bed, all completed with tilted head and big, pleading eyes. Looking at the orphaned boy made Stiles come up with about five more problems that needed solving, problems that were way more important that his hurt pride and scratched relationship with his best friend. During this past week, he had spend about all of his free time talking with Derek and Peter, listening to all the things they knew about an Alpha pack. But dealing with all the information had also made him realize a couple of more, compared to an Alpha pack threatening them quite minor, other problems that needed taking care of.

"Where exactly are you, Derek and Peter living?", asked Stiles as he sat up with a frown. "And if your reply includes the words train depot, mansion ruins or woods, I will go out and kick that sourwolf in the balls. Just so you know that."

The eerie silence that befell them was answer enough. Huffing in annoyance, the human boy stood up and walked out of his room. Isaac gave a confused whine and hurried after him. The blonde tilted his head questioningly as they reached a room on the opposite end of the hall.

"Stiles?", asked the young Beta curiously.

"It's our guestroom. When... my mom became sick, we had to put it up because one of her relatives constantly came to visit, mostly my aunts...", replied Stiles softly and opened the door. "It needs a spring cleaning, but it has a desk, a closet and a bed. No sneaking in through the window in the middle of the night and leaving before sunrise anymore. You can stay here, at least until I beat enough sense into your glorious Alpha so he gets a decent place to stay."

"Are you... sure...?", frowned Isaac cautiously and looked around.

The small bedroom was very Spartan, but it was a proper bedroom, which was more than the old Hale house had to offer at the moment. The other boy raised one eyebrow and flailed.

"I wouldn't be asking if I wouldn't mean it!", groaned Stiles exhausted. "And you know what, let me rephrase it. You're not allowed to stay, you will stay. There, end of the story. With this Alpha pack roaming the woods and obviously mocking Derek by putting their sign on his door, it is not safe for any of you out there, especially not you, because unlike Derek you're only a Beta and a teenager and Peter? Frankly enough, I doubt we're lucky enough to ever really get rid of him."

"But your father...?", asked the teen wolf slowly.

"Ah, I can handle that", waved Stiles off, as confidently as possible.

And even though Isaac could hear the lie in his words, the sentiment was nice enough. With a broad grin, he jumped the boy, causing them both to crash onto the floor. Stiles yelped and tried to wave his arms, but the weight of the oversized Golden Retriever puppy kept him from moving.

"If you start to lick my face, I will officially revoke your werewolf card and replace it with a puppy card", grunted the Sheriff's son. "Now get off me so I can get to bed. And so can you."

Isaac nodded hastily and stood up. Rolling his eyes, Stiles turned away again to get to the bathroom and look for a new toothbrush for the blonde. The next time he entered the spare-room – armed with a toothbrush in one hand and a set of spare clothes in the other – the Beta was rolling around in the bed. Stiles bit his lips hard to keep from bursting into laughter.

"I brought you some clothes and a toothbrush. Bathroom is at the end of the hall. Make yourself comfortable. And don't sneak out of the window", stated Stiles, waving with one hand. "Night."

"Good night, Stiles", called Isaac back as the bedroom door closed. "And... thanks."

/break\

John Stilinski was doing overtime, very much overtime these days. But then again, in the past months the strange deaths seemed to occur every other week. And now, with two missing teenagers, he was once again in over his head. It felt like Beacon Hills didn't want to give him a break. However, regardless of how many late night shifts he may have done these days, he was still pretty sure that the last time he had been home, he had only had one son. Ruffling his hair, he stared through the open door into their spare-bedroom, observing the blonde boy currently sleeping in the bed. Isaac Lahey. He remembered how he had been looking for the boy not all that long ago, accusing him of murdering his own father. An abusive father, supplied his mind. Evidence had led away from Isaac as a suspect though, but that still did not quite explain what the boy was doing in the Stilinski house, sleeping peacefully as if the owned the place.

Grunting, he shook his head. It was too early in the morning to think about such things and he still had no coffee in his system. Whatever the reason may be, he would learn it from his son. Hopefully. The thought made him stop once again. Stiles had been acting weird in the past few months, even more so than usual. He was more jumpy, but at the same time more sleepy. Like he was taking more Adderall than normally and was spending too much energy on... something to really sleep. Then there were those odd conversations he seemed to be having with himself lately, the way he had been blocking John from entering his bedroom for a while as if he was hiding someone in there. But if Stiles had a girlfriend, he could always come to his dad and John had been sure that Stiles knew this. The most problematic for the Sheriff however had been that his son had appeared on one too many crime scenes, had stolen property of the department, kidnapped a teenager and ended up with a restraining order. The strangest thing however was that John could swear he had seen Jackson Whittemore out of the house a couple of days ago. Something was happening with Stiles and John feared that he was losing his son. He wished his wife would be there, she would know what to do...

/break\

Derek frowned down at his cell phone, tilting it that way and this, cocking his head curiously.

"That, my dear nephew, is a phone, you can use it to communicate with others who are not close enough to actually talk to them", drawled his uncle from behind him, before frowning thoughtful. "Not that you're much into the whole talking with others concept."

"I know that, Peter", growled the Alpha irritated and glared at the older Hale.

"You did not look like it", shrugged Peter nonchalantly. "What is the matter?"

Yet before Derek could answer (preferably by growling and and glaring), his uncle had stolen his phone from him and stared at it curiously, humming in acknowledgment. Derek sighed.

"I don't know what that means", admitted the Alpha reluctantly.

"It means, and let me be quite forward with that, that young Stiles wishes to meet you tomorrow at twelve o'clock at Lora's Diner", concluded the older Hale. "I'm not sure what there is to misinterpret in this message, Derek. It literally says 'Meet me tomorrow at twelve o'clock at Lora's Diner'."

Derek huffed and snatched his phone back and stalked out of the bus. The train depot was maybe not the best of places to live, especially since he was feeling as though Peter was right behind him all the time, but for the moment it was better than the Hale house, what with the Alpha pack threatening his territory. The train deport was saver for now and he needed a safe place for himself, Isaac and Peter, especially now that they were missing Boyd and Erica. He was the Alpha, it was his responsibility to keep his pack safe. Now, with the new members, he truly needed a safe den. Before, he could be sure that Scott would be having a constant eye on Stiles. There was Stiles to look after and Lydia, two fragile humans. And Danny and Jackson were still new to being wolves.

Derek's head started to hurt with all the things he needed to look after, all the things he needed to take care of. And now Stiles wanted a... date? Or what? What was he supposed to think of this message, this demand? They had become quite close since their first encounter. Said closeness mostly consisted of Derek smashing Stiles' head against the steering wheel, or him pushing Stiles against a wall (or any other hard surface, really). Not that this was in any way Derek's fault. He had problems when it came to being social and Stiles was not the best when it came to being sensible either. But in the end, as annoyed as Stiles always claimed to be, he was always there to the rescue. May it have been with the wolfs bane bullet, in the pool, or when they had needed Lydia to break Jackson's curse. One thing Derek had learned about this town ever since returning was that you could always count on Stiles, whatever the problem was. He was a great asset to the pack. The greatest, actually. And he had already proven to have great knowledge about wolves when he had taught Scott control on the full moon. That reminded Derek that he somehow had to nicely ask Stiles to help him with the cubs and teach them control. Even he had noticed how horribly he had failed that one during the last full moon with Boyd and Erica... After losing those two, he was not proud enough anymore to admit that he needed help raising his cubs. There was a little, odd flutter within when thinking about getting Stiles' help. The way the Sheriff's son had looked all covered with eager, happy pups... it was a perfect picture and had remembered him of his old pack, of how it used to be whenever his mother had returned from some kind of meeting.

It's because he is your mate, whispered a voice in the back of his head, sounding an awful lot like Laura. That's what he is, that is why he can control the cubs so well. Because he's the Alpha mate.

/break\

It was odd. He had slept as tight and well as he hadn't in a long time. Ever since his mother's death. Ever since his father had started drinking. But right now, right here, in the Stilinski guest room, he could keep sleeping for another twelve hours or so. He probably would have done so if not for the delicious smell of fresh pancakes invading his nostrils. Growling deeply in his chest, he stood and followed the smell downstairs to the kitchen. Just having woken up, he followed his instincts and walked over to rub his nose against the neck of the one standing in front of the hearth. The smell was sweet like apple pie and roses, but also spicy and somehow it smelled like warmth and sunshine and mischief. The rumbling in his chest (which Stiles liked to call purring whenever he thought the wolves weren't listening) increased as he inhaled what could only be described as the smell of home. Something he had missed ever since his mother's death, even though he had gotten the slightest feeling, the fleeting smell of it ever since Derek had turned him. With Boyd and Erica, he had started feeling like having siblings again and Derek, albeit far from perfect, was doing his best to become a fatherly figure to them. But this right here, it was the first time that it felt perfect.

"Good morning to you too, you oversized puppy", grunted Stiles with one raised eyebrow. "At least you didn't sneak out again. Good boy. Now sit, breakfast will be ready soon."

To humor Stiles, he overheard the last comments and just sat down. There was a coffee sitting right in front of him and it was certainly too good an opportunity to pass. Contently sipping the coffee, he listened to the faint, off-tune humming of Stiles and the steady beating of his heart.

"Good morning, boys", grunted the hoarse voice of the Sheriff behind him. "Coffee?"

Isaac stiffened slightly. The last time he had talked to Stiles' father was when the Sheriff had accused him of killing his own father. And now Stiles wanted for them to live together? Hastily taking the Sheriff's cup to fill it with hot coffee. Better make the Sheriff like him, he supposed.

"Good morning, sir", smiled the blonde sheepishly.

"Morning, dad. Breakfast will be ready soon. But don't you have the day off?"

"A call came in", sighed the older Stilinski exhausted. "You know that since... Matt went crazy, we're a little short. I'm sorry, I know I promised to spend some time with you today."

"It's okay, dad", smiled Stiles softly and placed a large portion of scrambled eggs on each plate. "I'll have Isaac to keep me company. He'll be staying with us for a while. Only a couple of weeks."

"And... how come, if I am allowed to ask?", grunted the older Stilinski with one raised eyebrow, starring interrogatively at the blonde. "What do you two have to do with each other anyway?"

"We're both in the lacrosse team, dad. And we share many classes. We're friends", huffed Stiles and rolled his eyes. "Is it really that hard to believe that I have other friends aside from Scott?"

"Seeing as you've always, for as long as I remember, only been with Scott...", started the Sheriff slowly. "Allison, okay, she is Scott's girlfriend. But then the... Lydia? And oddly enough also the Whittemore boy, even though he has a restraining order against you. And Danny, with who you and Scott even went to a gay club just to cheer him up. Not that I have anything against you having other friends aside from Scott, but what exactly changed this year to make you so popular?"

"I'm a great guy, dad", protested Stiles with flailing limbs. "It just took them all a while to realize!"

"Of course", snorted John with one raised eyebrow. "And how long will you be staying... Isaac?"

"I-", started the blonde and gulped, not sure what the answer to that question was.

"Just until everything is through", smiled Stiles broadly. "You know, Derek Hale, he's getting guardianship over Isaac and until that is done and until Derek finds a decent and big enough place to stay with a teenager, I offered that my good friend Isaac could stay with us, instead of Derek's small, tiny bachelor apartment."

"Derek Hale...?", repeated John slowly, glaring at his son as he stood to leave for work. "I know you are hiding something, Stiles. Even though both Derek and Isaac proved to be innocent, they were suspects in some of my cases. Jackson, the boy who has a restraining order against you. Lydia, the girl who got attacked while being your date and then magically disappeared from the hospital just to run around naked in the woods. And Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd, I've seen them around you too. Two kids who just went missing. The reason I have to work today, by the way. Because two of your new friends went missing. Something is up, Stiles. I know it. The only decent one seems to be that Danny kid, really. Don't test me, Stiles. I'll find out what's going on."

"Of course you will, dad", frowned Stiles, who had frozen up since the mention of Erica and Boyd.

"And you, boy", grunted the Sheriff and turned to look at Isaac. "Call me John at home and not sir."

"Okay, sir—I mean, John", nodded Isaac hastily, taking a deep, relieved breath.

"Have fun at work, dad", called Stiles after his father with a grin.

The moment they heard the front door close behind John, the backdoor opened and four wolves and one redhead sneaked into the kitchen, the wolves sniffing the air curiously. Stiles stared at them.

"What in the world are you lot doing here?", grunted the Sheriff's son with one raised eyebrow.

"Derek had been worried, seeing as Isaac hadn't returned from his watch", started Danny to explain and walked over to sit next to his mate and push his nose against Isaac's collar. "He thought the Alphas may have taken you on your way back to the train depot, so he woke all of us and called us as reinforcement to check up on the Stilinski house."

"Just for the record, I told them that it was ridiculous and that you probably held Isaac captive", noted Lydia and took a seat on her own. "Do you have orange juice?"

"I want pancakes", declared Jackson, lounging on the Sheriff's vacant seat and stealing the bacon from his still nearly full plate. "And orange juice too, Lydia is right, that stuff is great."

Stiles watched with wide eyes as even Derek and Peter comfortably sat down on the by now crowded breakfast table and stared at Stiles quizzically. The Alpha coughed slightly.

"Why is Isaac still here?", asked Derek slowly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Because he'll be staying with me until we find a decent apartment or house or something else that is not totally burned down or an unused warehouse for you to live in. Preferably something with running water, gas and a roof top", declared Stiles, swinging the pan accusingly at Derek. "But that's why I wanted to meet you for lunch, sourwolf. Those Alphas are mocking you, painting their sign on your front door. Well, show them you're the better Alpha. Go and find a proper den for our pack. I already talked to my neighbor, she's a real-estate agent. She'll show us some houses tomorrow. You can't raise a teenager between old trains or in the open woods."

"He's right, you know", nodded Lydia, staring at her nails. "You'll never get legal guardianship over Isaac if you live out in the woods. And do you even have a job? How-"

"I figured we'd solve all of that with a tiny little help of Danny", smirked Stiles mischievously and leaned against the kitchen corner. "You'll get that hacked, don't you?"

"Sure, I guess", shrugged the newest wolf with a thoughtful expression. "It will probably be easier than some people snooping around, asking questions about Isaac's dad and Derek's sister."

"Wonderful", smiled Stiles pleased and turned to the stove again. "Plates and glasses are in the upper left cabinet. If you guys want to eat here, you're going to set the table. And Lydia, you're old enough to get the juice out of the fridge yourself. You can pour Jackson a glass too, while you're at it. If you want pancakes, Jackson, you're going to at least hand me the ingredients from the fridge. "

The others stared a little stunned at the human, but Lydia stood with a little huff to get the orange juice just as her boyfriend hastily fetched everything Stiles needed for pancakes. Danny slowly stood to set the table for himself and the rest of the pack. Derek raised one eyebrow questioningly.

"I'm okay with the pack coming over for breakfast, or dinner, or any other meal", answered Stiles to the unasked question. "But I'm not the pack maiden. You're old enough to do stuff too. A pack is about working as a team, not about sitting down and waiting for mommy Stiles to feed you."

Isaac was the first one to ask how he could help. While Derek just stared silently. Mommy Stiles?