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Chapter 9

Stiles

Instead of growling like I thought he would, Derek just groaned in annoyance.

Of course, me being as skittish as a cat in a house of dogs – basically what it was here – I ended up jumping round, but tripping over my own two feet and plummeting to the ground.

"Clumsy too." the man added.

Looking up at him, he looked a little like Derek, so I took a wild guess and said they were related in some way.

"I swear, one of these days you're going to do that to the wrong person and they will kill you." Derek grumbled, offering his hand to help me up off of the floor. "I thought you would have stopped creeping around."

"Oh, but it's so entertaining." the man chuckled.

"Just ignore Peter, everybody does." another man said, appearing from the side.

"Oliver, don't give a bad fist impression." Talia – I recognised her, obviously – scolded, coming from the other side.

"Derek, your back."

"What's going on out here?"

"Who's this?"

"Did Derek bring home a stray?"

"Derek, you didn't turn another teenager, did you? What's the excuse this time?"

So many voices mixed together as more and more people started appearing from different doors, forming a semicircle in front of Derek and me.

My only escape route – the front door – was already blocked by Peter and two women, and I didn't know the house well enough yet to actually run somewhere else. Not to mention, they were werewolves and I knew better than to try and run from the people that controlled me.

So I just stood there.

Heart pounding.

Eyes wide.

All I wanted to do was run, but I was rooted to the spot.

There were too many people. Way too many people.

But then I was moving. Or being moved, at least.

A hand was on my shoulder, pushing me towards the kitchen area and away from the many, many werewolves.

As soon as I actually realised, I all but ran into the other room, trying to get away from all of them, trying to get the touching to stop.

The first thing I found was a small gap under the counter top, between the counter and the fridge. The gap was so small that only a baby – or me – could fit in it. So, I literally jammed myself into that space, curling in on myself.

I wasn't good with a lot of people.

"...iles?" a voice sounded. "Stiles!"

Even though I recognised Derek's voice, I couldn't bring myself to move.

Too many people of supernatural kind in one place with me around meant too many bad things could happen all at once.

I had learnt that fairly quickly.

However, even though I stayed quiet, he still found me.

"Stiles?" Derek asked, softly, crouching down in front of the space. "What's going on?"

"People." I whispered, eyes wide. "So many people. So many werewolves."

I guess Derek understood, since he didn't ask anything else. All he did was try to get closer.

"You listen to me and you listen good." Derek said, quietly. "Those people out there won't hurt you. The ones back at that place will never hurt you again. As long as I'm around, that won't happen. Got it? Now, I need you to breathe before you start to panic."

I just stared at him.

"You are safe." Derek muttered.

And I believed that.

I believed that I was safe.

For now.

I mean, Derek hadn't done anything to make me believe that he would hurt me, but I seemed to attract trouble no matter where I went.

Even though I believed him, I knew that something bad was going to happen sooner or later.

"Would it be better if I brought them in here? One by one?" Derek asked. "You can stand by one of the doors, if that makes you feel better."

At that, I slowly started to move, pushing myself out of the tight space. I think Derek was rather surprised that he didn't have to move the fridge to help me get out but, again, he didn't comment on it.

I liked that.

I sat at the end of the large table in the kitchen, with the back door right behind me. The door was open, making it feel less like I was boxed in and trapped, so that was a bonus. With a glass of water in my hands, Derek asked one more time if I was alright, before he left to bring one member of his family in at a time.

To be honest, I wasn't actually sure if I was entirely alright or not... But I said yes anyway. I mean, there was sense in putting this encounter off – it was going to happen anyway.

I was actually quite happy that Talia was the first one in. I knew her – ish. Talia walked in smiling – I don't think there was ever a time I had not seen her smiling – all calm and collected, just like you would expect an Alpha to be.

She didn't get to close. She didn't touch me a lot. She wasn't too loud. That was even better! Talia apologised for the fact that they all seemed to startle me, saying how their family did go a bit overboard with guests. She even told me how her husband Oliver reacted to meeting her family.

Oliver actually happened to be next. Derek was, pretty much, the spitting image of his dad. It was actually a little creepy. The only differences being that Oliver was older and smiled more. He was a nice guy, only touching me once when I shook my hand. Again, big plus.

Laura, Talia and Oliver's first child – Derek's older (twenty six year old) sister – came in after Oliver. She looked a lot like Talia, with the fact that she had dark eyes as well as dark hair – apparently all the women in the family were the same. Laura was quite laid back, nothing like I would have guessed, considering how Derek was. She was very egger to tell me all the embarrassing stories she had on her younger brother.

Cora – Talia and Oliver's youngest – was the same. I had seen her a lot around school, though she was a year above me – her being eighteen and all. Apparently Cora had spotted me around the school too, since she asked if I was the kid that was 'constantly waving his arms around'. Unfortunately, I had to answer yes. Luckily, Derek was the one that mentioned my ADHD, to which Talia agreed to saying she could smell the Adderall.

Grace, or Gracie, was next. She was Talia's sister-in-law, married to Talia's brother Peter, who was the first person Derek and I had run into. Grace was very nice, very down-to-earth. She had been bitten by Talia after she and Peter had decided to marry, wanting to be linked to the guy she loved in every way. Grace was the only one in the family that was a bitten werewolf, the rest having been born that way.

Janice – or J –, Grace and Peter's eldest daughter, was Cora's age. Dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin like her mother. Like Cora, I had seen Janice around the school and vice versa. Not that I would come September, since they would be going to university apparently the local one, since they didn't want to go too far away from home. Janice, like her mother, was very down-to-earth and kind. She even said that if Derek was acting 'like a little bitch' that I should go to her and she'd sort him out for me. I couldn't help but laugh while Derek scowled.

Jessie and Luna, Grace and Peter's middle and youngest daughters, ran in after Janice. Jessie was seven – almost eight – while Luna had only recently turned four... They were the cutest little kids I had seen, by far! And they both looked a lot like their mom. Jessie was the calmer of the two, while Luna just wanted to talk. It was adorable. So adorable in fact, that they were the only two I got out of the chair for, sliding down to the floor so I was a similar height to the two of them. And Derek was right, they loved the ink pens that had been given and asked if they could give me 'a tattoo like Rick had'. Apparently, to make it easier, Luna just called Derek 'Rick' or 'Ricky' and Jessie had just picked up on the kick names... It was adorable.

Peter was the last one. I wasn't too sure on what to make of Derek's uncle... I mean, already he seemed a bit...creepy. But I didn't know whether that was just a part of his personality, or what. All I knew was it was strange.

"You know, nephew, when I told you to find a poor, unfortunate soul from that agency, I assumed you knew I meant one like us." Peter said, raising an eyebrow at Derek. "No offence, of course."

And, yeah, while I was kind of pissed off with that, I couldn't help but realise the guy had quoted The Little Mermaid. Yes he quoted the evil octopus witch, but he still quoted it!

"Oh, I knew what you meant." Derek nodded. "I just didn't see the relevance."

And, yeah, Derek gained some serious brownie points with that...

Even Talia seemed pleased with Derek's answer.

"Yes, Peter. What is the relevance of bringing back a werewolf child?" Talia asked. "Why not Stiles?"

"Well, the whole point was so Derek would be able to learn the responsibility of looking out for another person, so he could become a better Alpha." Peter shrugged. "Surely, that would be better if it was a werewolf he brought home."

"Can we not make Stiles sound like a pet from the animal shelter, I doubt he likes it." Laura glared.

I think Laura was the only one who realised that how it was coming across. And at least Talia and Peter and the decency to seem ashamed of that...

"It doesn't matter if Stiles is human or like us or whatever." Laura continued. "The fact is he's family now."

Family.

Family.

Was I family?

Did I even know how to be a part of a family anymore?

I hadn't had a family in, almost, nine years.

Was I even good enough?

I had managed to slip away two hours after Derek and I had walked back into the house. I had seen Jasmine – and a few others that I had yet to meet – come downstairs, and I couldn't help but look over at the stairs...

Derek had noticed, unlike the others, telling me that it was completely fine if I wanted to go upstairs and sort everything out.

I was out of the living room – where we had all migrated – as quickly as possible.

That was why I was up in, what Derek called, 'my room' at this moment in time.

All the bags that Derek had run from his car to the room were either on or gathered around the bed. There were so many...and I had no idea where to start with them.

So, for a moment, I just stood there, looking around for a moment.

I saw that Jasmine and the others had changed the blinds – now a chocolate brown – and the sheets on the bed – now black. Apparently I still got to have the purple and blue that was on there before, but I needed new ones for when they were being washed.

Well, that's what Derek had said, anyway.

"Might as well start with the clothes." I muttered as my eyes landed on the giant oak wardrobe.

Opening the doors and draws to the wardrobe, I already found hangers inside it. It made things easier, at least.

The bags filled with clothes were the ones closest to me on the bed, so grabbing them I moved the bags over to the wardrobe.

T-shirts, button down shirts, jackets and hoodies went into the main body.

Jeans and trousers went into two of the draws.

Joggers in another draw.

Pyjama stuff in the bottom two draws.

Sneakers, converses and dress shoes – still didn't understand why I had dress shoes... – were put at the bottom of the main body of the wardrobe, just so I had somewhere to put them.

I placed the laptop and cell phone on the desk, along with the pens, pencils and notepads.

I placed the books on the shelves that were dotted around the room, stacked some on the desk and stacked others on top of the draws.

I put the posters up with the blue-tack that, I assumed, Jasmine had left out of me.

I put everything that Derek had gotten for me away in a place that I thought it should go.

It was after I placed the empty bags into an empty draw that I noticed the box sitting on the pillows. Tilting my head to the side slightly, I lifted the lid, only to smile a little a second later.

Like I said, this box belongs to you now.

– Derek

I was going to make a lot of time go by, by re-reading these comic books.

I didn't know how long I had been up there reading the comics but, the next thing I knew; there was a knock at the door.

I picked my head up as it opened; I saw a little head peak round the door.

"Hey... Y-You're Luna, right?" I smiled as the onesie-wearing little girl walked into the room.

"That me." she smiled. "I come in?"

"Sure."

The little girl grinned, pushing the door closed before – literally – zooming over to me and scrambling onto the bed to sit in front of me.

I couldn't help but laugh a little as I placed the comics to the side.

"Mommy said I have nap." Luna explained. "But can't sleep."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." I muttered.

"Can you tell me a story?"

And that really wasn't what I was expecting to hear...

But, then again, I didn't expect Luna to be the one to walk through the door.

"You look like good story teller." she giggled.

"Well, I find that stories keep me awake." I said. "Don't you?"

"Only good ones."

"I prefer songs. They seem to work better."

I honestly didn't realise what I said until I saw her face light up and her eyes grow wide.

I really shouldn't have said that...

I hadn't actually sung since the day my mom and dad died.

I didn't know if I was any good... Let alone if I could actually get a child to sleep by singing! A child I just met, at that!

You're an idiot, Stilinski.

"Can you sing to me?" Luna asked, springing up onto her knees, clutching the teddy bear she had – apparently – brought with her. "Please?"

It was the look on her face that made it impossible to say no.

So I just nodded and told her to choose a song.

Of course, given her age, it was going to be a Disney song. But I was totally fine with that – I loved Disney! And she just so happened to pick one of my many favourite songs.

"So, will you sing it?" she asked.

Instead of saying anything, I just sighed, smiled a little and started singing.

"I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide?
I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming"

During the song Luna started to slide over until she was sitting next to me, leaning her head against my arm.

She hugged her bear tighter as her eyes started to slowly close.

"A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
Princess Jasmine: Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feelings
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky
A whole new world
A hundred thousand things to see
I'm like a shooting star
I've come so far
I can't go back
To where I used to be"

Looking down at the four year old next to me, I noticed the small smile on her fairy-like face.

She was definitely an adorable little girl...and was actually a little similar from what I thought my own sister might be like if I ever had one.

I mean, even after knowing her for only two hours, she was bubbly and excitable and just too damn cute. I would have loved to have a little sister like her...

"A whole new world
Every turn a surprise
With new horizons to pursue
Every moment gets better
I'll chase them anywhere
There's time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you
A whole new world
A whole new world
That's where we'll be
That's where we'll be
A thrilling place
A wondrous place
For you and me."

By the end of the song, Luna was fast asleep and had completely sagged against me. So, gently, I laid her back, moved the box of comic books out of the way, before getting off of the bed and walking around to the side of the bed Luna was laying.

I remembered having to do this kind of thing when I used to help my mom look after the neighbour's kids. They weren't that much younger than me, but I still helped out and carried them to bed if they fell asleep on the couch.

Making sure Luna still had a hold of her bear; I carefully lifted the little girl off of the bed, holding her so she was resting on my hip.

She stirred a little, but only moved enough to place her left thumb in her mouth.

Smiling a little, I walked her out of my room and down to the second floor of the house. I remembered, during the tour of the house, Derek had mentioned that he and I were the only two on the top floor, the rest of his family on the second. He said it was 'a long story' and I didn't feel right questioning it.

Derek

Stiles didn't even notice me sitting on the stairs as he walked past; although that may have had something to do with the fact my youngest cousin was obscuring his vision.

I had come to check to see if he was alright, considering he had been gone for three and a half hours. But as soon as I saw Luna wander out of her room and up the stairs instead of down, I had to see what was going to happen.

Not many people would have indulged a kid in anything they asked, especially when you only just met them.

But there was always something...special about Stiles.

He was actually a good singer, definitely better than anyone in this house.

Standing, I made my way back downstairs. Stiles could probably do with some time to himself before he had to face my family again.

"Is he alright, Bunny?" mom asked as I walked back into the living room.

"I thought we got rid of that nickname." I groaned, nudging both of my sisters as they laughed. "Mom, you realise I don't have 'bunny teeth' anymore?"

"Of course, but your still my Bunny. Now answer the question."

"He's fine. Luna got there first. Nothing to worry about."

"Good. Now, tell us what happened at the Agency."

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