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Humungous.

Ginormous.

Over the top.

Pick any of those and that was the best way to describe the Hale house, for Scott at least. It was easily the biggest house, if that was the right word for the monstrous piece of architecture, he'd ever seen. That included Jackson Whittmore's place, which he'd been to before the guy started thinking he was better than anyone else.

"You guys live here?" asked the cub in disbelief as he looked back and forth between the Hale siblings.

"We kind of need a house this size for a family as big as ours."

This boggled the young McCall's mind as the place looked like it could hold thirty easily and comfortably.

The Hale siblings laughed quietly to themselves as the kid continued to gape at their dwellings. While their home could hold quite a few humans, when it came to the eight werewolves, three humans and the occasional nomad pack that passed through the place had just enough room.

"Come on, Scottie," Laura said as she ruffled the boy's hair. "Time to put some food in that little tummy of yours. Chef Laura is about to blow your mind into the stratosphere."

And she kept her promise.

For the first time in Scott's young life, the McCall boy knew what it felt like to be Stiles Stilinski or as he preferred when it came to food 'King Taste Bud'. Unlike his best friend, the cub wasn't biggest fan when it came to food. He ate when he got hungry of course but he by no means enjoyed it to the full extent Stiles did.

Until the day the cub had Laura Hale's cooking.

Grilled cheese, that was all he had asked for. Simple to fix and it filled him up nicely but that was not what he got. Instead, a culinary masterpiece was laid out in front of him and each bite sent him into some kind of euphoric bliss. Grilled cheese was too simple a name for this sandwich and he was sure if he got to eat one every day for the rest of his life, it would be filled with joy and happiness.

"Looks like another satisfied customer, Laur," announced the male wolf as he finished his own cheesy goodness.

The she-wolf did a dramatic bow before telling him she couldn't wait till he tried her cookies.

Both boys visibly perked up at this. The Hale at the chance to have some of his sister's special cookies, an ancient Hale secret passed down through the women folk of the family only, and the McCall at the prospect that there was something as good as his lunch.

It took an hour and a half, Derek and Scott spent the time watching TV, but it was well worth the wait. Scott, being naïve, merely grabbed one while Derek knew of their taste and grabbed until his sister pulled the remainder out of reach. Both looked as if they had tasted the divine, though when they finished their first Derek still had three more while Scott had to go to the source.

"Can I have another one?" Scott begged, unconsciously releasing the full force of his puppy eyes on his 'brother's' sister.

The Hale girl had to physically dig her claws into her arm behind her back to not give in. There was no fun in just giving into his demands, even if his look compelled her to do anything he wanted. She had been sure he would love the cookies, everyone did, but this was almost too much. The idea of Scott in a couple years popped into her mind and she could see him beating off girls with a stick, while the she-wolf and her brother laughed their asses off of course.

"W-what are the magic words?" she stuttered out after pointed looking away from his eyes.

Scott, completely missing the teen's uneasiness, had to think hard about how to answer. One wrong word and he could be denied the 'tiny pieces of Heaven' as Stiles would have put it. That could not happen; Stiles would destroy him in some super elaborate way and never get caught.

"I'll be your slave and do whatever you tell me to do?"

That was not exactly what the she-wolf was expecting but it was definitely something she could work with.

"Deal. Now take the garbage out to the garage and I'll have two cookies waiting for you when you get back."

Without another word, the kid had the bag out, tied up and was disappearing out of sight. Laura thought she should probably have told him where the garage was but she was sure he'd figure it out after a while. Pleased with one of her chores being done by someone else, the teenage girl turned to see her brother staring at her.

"What?"

"You do realize you're manipulating a small, impressionable child with sweets, right?"

"Yes, and I am lovin' every second of it!" Laura exclaimed with a smile before taking a bite from one of her creations.

Derek rolled his eyes and was about to lecture her, once again, on not using her desserts to control people when their Uncle Peter walked in, rubbing his eyes and looking thoroughly confused.

"Either of you notice a little guy with a crooked jaw running around the house?"

The werewolf gave his sibling a pointed look before turning back to his uncle.

Peter Hale was by far the most complicated member of their family and pack. Massively intelligent, he was a calm and completely in control individual, making him a man to be feared in the business and werewolf world, most of the time. Most of the time being the focus of that statement. When around family especially Nathan Hale, his brother and Derek's father, he turned into the biggest goofball on the planet. Derek's mother liked to call him the family 'lunatic', pun completely intended because his mom had an odd sense of humor like that, but Peter just insisted that family brought out the 'better side' of him.

"Yeah that would be Scott McCall, who my dear sister is controlling with cookies."

"Oh thank God," Peter sighed in relief. The man had thought he was losing his mind seeing a random kid running around their home, especially with a full moon drawing so near. Now he didn't feel so strange for giving the 'illusionary boy' directions to the garage. Said boy chose that moment to burst back into the kitchen and raced up to his niece.

"Done. Cookies please!"

The man chuckled to himself as the cub quickly devoured the treats. The boy was entertaining if nothing else.

"Hey! You're the guy that gave me directions. Thanks for that!" exclaimed Scott as he held out his hand. "I'm Scott. Are you Derek's dad?"

The werewolf laughed loudly at the young man's loud, forwardness. "No, no, I'm just his uncle. Peter is the name and thank you for not being a delusion." He laughed some more when the cub stared at him in confusion. "Don't worry about it. So how do you like spending so much time with my nephew? Between you and me, he's the boring one of the family." Laura laughed with him while Derek rolled his eyes but it was Scott's reaction that was the most remarkable and unexpected. The lad seemed to take his words as an insult and metaphorically 'ripped him a new one' about how 'cool' and 'awesome' Derek was. The sureness of his words astounded him to no end. The look on his face must have been priceless by snickering coming from his brother's children.

It took Scott a moment to realize what he'd done. He just yelled at a fully grown adult, Derek's uncle no less. Then a terrifying thought entered his mind and paranoia took over. What if Derek wasn't happy that he'd yelled at his family? What if Derek didn't want to spend so much time with him? What if he didn't want anything to do with him period? Scott felt the attack coming before it really hit and reached for his inhaler as fast as he could. It took a few puffs before the attack ceased.

"Well, I appear to have been put in my place."

The cub gaped at the man he'd basically insulted.

Was everyone in the Hale family messed up in the head?

"Come on, Punk," Derek said pulling the kid toward the door. "Let's work off some of that lunch."

The boy followed along happily, relieved that Derek wasn't going to abandon him.

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Peter kept his eyes firmly on the dark road ahead of him as he drove, Derek keeping a watch on the sleeping child in the back seat. Scott was a rather intriguing individual to the wolf-man. He'd heard the story from his nephew but it was one thing to hear it and another to see. Peter had seen wolves crumble under the things that had happened to this boy yet the cub had rose up, ready take up the mantle of pack protector. It was no surprise the respect Derek had for him.

When they finally reached the McCall residence, the wolves found the house lit up and the sounds of a crying woman coming from upstairs.

This was a rather large embarrassment on their part as they forgot to keep track of the time and didn't check until Scott was passing out from exhaustion.

"We are in so much trouble," the younger Hale whispered.

Peter completely agreed.

Feeling they'd wasted enough time, the two jumped out of the car and Derek grabbed the cub before speed walking up to the house. Peter barely knocked on the door before a herd of buffalo rushed down the stairs and the door flew open to reveal the most gorgeous being in existence. The only problem was there were tears in her eyes and he could smell fear buzzing all around her, both of which he hated instantly without really knowing why. The wolf-man could feel the relief wash over her when she saw the boy passed out in his nephew's arms.

Melissa had never been so terrified in her life. She'd woken up close to an hour ago, expecting Scott to be rummaging around the kitchen to make his own dinner like usual when she had a late shift. But he wasn't there. She ran around the house for ten minutes calling his name but found nothing. In tears, Melissa did the only thing she could think of, call her best friend and sheriff of Beacon Hills, Jack Stilinski. Lucky for her, it only rang twice.

"Stilinski residence. Jack speaking."

"Jack! Please, please tell me Scott is over there with you and Stiles!"

"No, he's not." The woman could hear Jack's voice changing. "Now Lissa I want you to calm down and tell me what's going on."

Not for the first time in her life, Melissa was happy to hear her friend in cop mode and quickly told him everything that had happened since she'd woken up.

"Okay, now is there anything else you can tell me? Where he might be and what he's been doing today?"

Melissa racked her brain, trying to think of what her son might have been doing all day while she was sleeping. It took a moment before a black clad giant appeared in her mind.

"Derek! Derek Hale! Scott was supposed to spend the day with him!"

"Good. Give him a call if you have his number. I'll head out to the Hale house and check there."

The woman spent the next twenty minutes call Derek's cell phone, redialing over and over, to no avail. She was just about to break down again when she heard a knock. Melissa raced down the stairs like a bat out of hell, her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest. As soon as she saw her son snoozing in his 'brother's' arms a sense of ease fell over her and she damn near slumped to the floor in exhaustion. The Hale boy immediately tried to apologize but she cut him off with a hand gesture as she wiped her watery eyes before telling him to take Scott upstairs to his room.

"We are honestly sorry about this, Mrs. McCall. We-I should have paid more attention to the time," Peter said as his nephew disappeared into the house.

"No, no… I'm the one who freaked out and completely blanked that Scott was with Derek. I woke up and he wasn't here and I just sort of panicked. With Max gone now and everything at work and…and I'm rambling my problems to a complete stranger. Now I know I'm losing my sanity…"

The werewolf tried his best to hide his amusement at the lovely woman's so called ramblings.

"Well," the wolf-man started, holding out his hand and a confident smirk on his face, "we'll just have to remedy that. I'm Peter Hale, Derek's uncle, a pleasure to meet you."

"Me-Melissa," the woman stuttered taking his hand, blushing like a school girl.

'Stop that! You're a grown woman! One who just recently got divorced!'

Those thoughts didn't stop her from noticing and appreciating his rather stunning good looks.

This was the scene the younger Hale walked in upon, the two adults staring at each other shaking hands, completely oblivious to everything around them. He'd honestly never seen his uncle this captivated by anyone. "Mrs. McCall." His voice seemed to break the two from whatever spell had been cast as they turned towards him. "Scott's in bed now. Don't worry about him being hungry. We kind of already had dinner." She gave him a nod of understanding before bidding them a good night and closing the door behind them.

Once he was sure Scott's mom couldn't hear, Derek bumped his uncle's shoulder as the two made their way back to his car.

"Were you flirting with Scott's mom back there?"

Peter for his part didn't trip up or blush, his perfect poker face held fast at his nephew's question. Too bad all that was nixed by his rapid heartbeat and the roar of blood pumping. Thirty-four years, no woman has even come close to what Melissa McCall had done in five minutes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

His hand flew out and smacked the back of Derek's head when he heard the boy snickering.

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So…yeah that's that. Don't worry my readers. Next chapter is last one in the past, after that we get to the really good stuff.

To those that question it, it is in fact perfectly possible to wake up and completely forget everything. It could last an instant to a couple minutes where you can forget your name, where you are, everything that happened the day before, etc. Chances are you'll experience it at least a couple times in your life, mostly but not limited to while you're sick with a fever or a head cold.