Chapter 7: Families new and old

The pack was settling back into what amounted to its normal routine when there was no craziness. Well as normal as you can be when a big date on your calendar is the full moon. The pack was content and strong now, and that was more than they could say. The fact of the matter was and everyone knew it was Derek finally claiming Stiles had made all of the pack bonds slip into place perfectly.

The pack routines were established, the wolves spent one night at their parents and then one night at the pack house. They were no complaints from the other betas; for one, the Sheriff and Melissa McCall were now living there. The gossips ran wild about just what was going on at the Hale Manor but no one ever came close to guessing just what was happening - well werewolves would just be too fantastical.

Mornings were always fun, the Sheriff and Mel were always out first. Peter and Chris always appeared together and despite what all the wolves could smell no one was quite brave enough to venture the how' or whys? Right now Stiles was in full mother mode - Derek was too amused to be of any help.

"Pups you have got the grand total of two minutes to get your furry butts downstairs before you are walking!"

They clambered to get to the front as not to be left behind and as a result fell through the door in a heap. Stiles just laughed and enjoyed the moment. He pecked Derek's cheek. His mate knew that he wanted to do way more, but they were also smart enough to know that if they did then they would be unlikely to get anywhere fast.

Isaac beeped his horn, "Mom we gotta go its chemistry first."

Stiles wrinkled his nose - way to put a dampener on his mood but Isaac was right so dutifully he left his mate and trudged to his beloved car. The pack arrived en-mass creating the same stir that they always did whenever they moved as one together. Stiles knew what the whispers were but Stiles never quite knew what to make of rumours - they were usually so ridiculous that they made him want to laugh. He ignored them in favour of getting to Chemistry - it was marginally better now that they had a new teacher but the subject was forever cursed in his mind for all the times that he was unfairly singled out. What he loved was the way that even though the pack members were the last ones into the classroom - all their chairs were still left for them. It was a silent understanding that the students of Beacon Hills had - you did not fuck with the Pack. Stiles had never said it but he loved the fact that they were called the pack - even though none of the students knew about the Supernatural.

All Stiles could think was roll on lunch.

It just so happened that the ones about the pack were usually the most outrageous. Isaac sat down opposite him looking especially irritated.

Stiles asked softly, "What is it pup?"

Isaac always blushed at the endearment but Stiles figured that he'd had ao little mothering that he would do it happily.

"Stupid people"

Stiles had to bite back a laugh at the scowl on Isaac's face was spookily similar to Derek's glower at the world. Barely managing to keep a straight face he asked, "Who? What? When? Why? How?"

Stiles has found out not only were they the vital questions of any narrative piece but also the smartest questions to get to the heart of the matter. His Pup looked so sad that if they were just around the pack then Isaac would probably have just slid up next to him demanding a huge scenting cuddle; Stiles was epic at giving them.

Isaac could see that Stiles was serious in knowing, "Winters and his crew are talking shit about the pack."

Lydia snorts, "Whose baby am I having now and what's our cult this week?"

Stiles smirks, "The cult of the leather jacket."

Erica, who had just sat down, scowled at the jerkoffs causing them to whip their heads in the other direction. "We wear them so well ... and that is not why Isaac is upset."

Stiles hoped that it wasn't something about him as the pups had exceptional control - it tended to snap though when the high school students decided to talk shot about him. Stiles knew why they did it, it was fairly obvious - all of a sudden there was a boy who was an outcast and one friend was suddenly sitting with all the cool kids. It was unexplainable and never happened in high school - he was an anomaly in more ways than one.

Isaac was still shaking off his annoyance, "They are saying that he is our virgin sacrifice and we are only being nice to him so that we can slaughter him on the full moon."

Stiles couldn't help it; he could appreciate that Isaac was mad on his behalf but that was just too funny. "Isaac think about what you're all like on a full moon."

He could see the moment that it struck all of the pups - it was pretty funny. All the pups and Derek were incredibly affectionate towards him on the full moon. His full moon usually consisted of him lying on the floor in the living room at the manor and being cuddled to death by the Pups - he couldn't be further from danger if they tried. It annoyed him when they talked crap about the pack but if this was the best that they could come up then he was disappointed. "Don't let it bother you pup ... we only have a few more periods and then we can head on home."

Stiles was so glad that it was the end of the day and he could go to the Hale Manor. It was definitely a place with no crazy rumours - just crazy supernatural crazies - That was different though as they all fit in as a result. As he opened the door, Stiles was surprised to see his Grandparents when he came home. He wasn't moving in with Derek until the end of the school year so it felt like he had two homes - his Dad was cool but the townsfolk could be funny. The last thing Stiles wanted to do was cause his father to lose his job because of him - again.

"Heya. What brings you to the mortal realm?"

Stiles kind of loved his life, especially the way he could utter lines like that - with a straight face. He would repeat his life was awesome.

"We're glad you're home Gen'."

Stiles smiled at that as he would always live his family and pack. He just knew that his grandmother would get a kick out of the latest rumours. Stiles favourite was the one where he must be an incubus, or have a giant schlong as 'how else would he keep everyone satisfied. "Glad to be here. So what's up?"

Edward stepped forward. "We think it has been too long since this little family was whole. Now you would have always been able to travel to the Fae Realm and see your mother but I know you resisted on the grounds that your father could not."

Stiles shrugged as it was true. He couldn't do that to his Dad or the Pack.

John was stunned. He'd always loved Stiles even through the hard times and the depth of love and care his kid showed to him took his breath away. "You are something else Kiddo."

Stiles smirked, "So what of it? ... Are you ready?"

Sheriff Stilinski sucked in a breath as he was being offered all that he had wanted ever since his wife died. He was not going to be stupid. He needed this, he spoke softly that you needed preternatural hearing to pick up his reply of, "Come on Kiddo time to meet the original heartbreaker."

It sounded like the perfect plan - Stiles would be gone a week and even Derek was telling him to go. How could he not? He would do anything to talk to his own mother again - he would not deny his mate that right. It would be fine ...

... well it would have been but there was the matter of the Nogitsune, Crazy foxes and the FBI to deal with.