I don't own the characters - apologizing in advance. I had writers block which is why it has been so long since last update.

Once upon a time everything had been peaceful with everyone asleep; not exactly once upon a time more like last night. But still the reasoning still stood. Asleep the adults could handle them, seeing as they had sort of lost their once held expertise. However, like most things over time they seemed to fade. Even as grandparents some still struggle to get back into that child-caring mindset. Mainly because they had them for a few hours before sending them hyped up with as much sugar possible back to their parents.

Melissa and the Sheriff had secretly hoped that they'd never have to deal with little kids on a daily basis ever again; unluckily it didn't succeed. What they are trying to express to you is that they were out of shape. And this isn't by a little bit, no they were so far out of shape that after two days they were tired beyond belief. Both the Sheriff and Melissa were so tired that when the kids attempted to rouse them at 6 am they failed. 6 am being a reasonable time for little kids to wake up at.

Slight panic had hit the kids when they didn't. Stiles and Scott especially as they were their parents; also after Stiles said that people who didn't wake up were dead it kind of panicked them. Stiles had run out the room, followed closely by the others.

He ran straight down the stairs, going to wake up the one that all had decided against waking as it was not a good idea. It was a dangerous idea. They still remembered him from when they were older. He broke Isaac's arm, threatened Stiles on a daily basis and beat up Scott. He was basically the vilest person you could get who still had a moral compass that pointed ever so vaguely towards good.

This person being the scary, the ferocious, the reclusive Derek Hale. With his big teeth, stupidly out of place hair and his leather jacket.

Stiles, who had once been so determined in his cause, came to an abrupt halt beside Derek. He had re-evaluated his decision, they probably weren't dead. He was exaggerating, no need to wake the beast. Sadly no one else had expected his decision.

Everyone crashed into the back of him; all nine to fell to the floor with a colossal 'bang'.

Stiles sent them all a glare, and everyone froze. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Too late now.

At the sound of the collision Derek shot to his feet; growling, actually growling. His growl so fierce it set all the pups hairs on edge, his place as Alpha highlighted by his red eyes. Never wake the Alpha. He didn't need to even look at them, he didn't need to speak. That noise mixed with those eyes was enough to have them all sobbing out apologies and all where babbling out their own explanations.

"Daddy won't wake up, he'd dead! NO NO NO!"

"MOMMIES DEAD!"

"Mrs...mrs...mama..mccall ddeead."

And all sorts of other types of childhood panic. There responses sent Derek running, straight up the stairs. If they were dead, how would he handle? How would the pups handle? How would the school, the sheriff office? How would the entire town survive?! No way will anyone handle these pups. He definitely couldn't. So he'd have to do something.

In his sense of panic he didn't listen for a heartbeat. Which he should have done, maybe it would have saved him from future devastation of what he was about to do.

Panicked he leapt onto the Sheriff and performed CPR. Opening up his mouth and breathing air in the Sheriff's lungs.

Finally awoken the Sheriff's eyes snapped open, upon realisation he pushed Derek away. Yelling everything under the sun, some very colourful words that shouldn't be spoken in front of kids. Derek screaming in return as they both processed what had happened. The kids standing flabbergasted outside. Melissa, now up, stood confused not knowing what was going on.

Stiles ran forward, grabbing onto his dad. "Your alive."

The Sheriff was confused, "Of course I am. I think we need to have a chat about personal restrictions Derek!"

Derek made a few noises and gestures, attempting to explain himself. But nothing seemed like a valid reason.

Everything was silent, processing what had happened. When Danny held up his hand, jumping up and down.

"Yes Danny," asked Melissa whilst ruffling his hair.

"What's a 'bitch' mean?"

No dessert for anyone was the result after that.