Stiles could've sworn his heart had packed and skipped town the moment his dad sat down on his bed, giving him a look that hit Stiles hard. It was the 'I am so disappointed in you' look.

"I know Stiles.." he muttered, looking at his son with calculating eyes. It was clear that no matter what he said Stiles wasn't getting out of this. Stiles was lost for words for a moment, his brain seeming to shut down as guilt and regret became his best friend.

"...How.. Uhm, who told you..?" Stiles muttered quietly, getting a raised brow from his dad.

"I'm you're father, it doesn't matter who told me." He said, his voice holding a hint of irritation. "Stiles, I can't believe you. We di-"

"Dad, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Stiles blurted, tears threatening to spill as he looked at his father with a panicked look, his heart pounding in his chest. "I didn't mean for it to happen.. I tried to do the right thing.. I really did.." Stiles breathed, his voice strained and quiet. His dad was quiet for a long time, looking at his son with a surprised look. After a moment, he gave a rough cough, moving to awkwardly pat his son's back. He hadn't seen his son like this in years. So broken and lost in the world.

"...Stiles.. It's okay.. I believe you." He muttered, trying to sooth hos son as he cried. "It's okay.. You still have time to get your grades up..it not the end of the world.." he added quietly. Stiles tensed at that, his sobbing coming to a halt as he looked up at his dad with confusion. Grades? This was about his grades? A relief like no other washed over him as he slowly pulled away, wiping away his tears.

"...Right.. Yeah.. I still have time.." he muttered lamely. He kept his eyes to the ground, trying hard to fight back a laugh. This whole time, he thought his father knew. For a moment, he thought it was all over.

"...I hired a tutor for you.. I can't have my only son repeating the eleventh grade.." He smiled, ruffling Stiles' hair a little. Stiles let out a small laugh at that, nodding his head lightly as he glanced up at his dad. The sheriff paused for a moment, looking at his son for a moment with a look of worry. "...Are you alright?" He muttered.

Stiles tensed for a moment before quickly nodding his head. "Yeah..uhm.. Just.. tired. Have an essay and a bunch of other stuff on my plate right now.." Stiles mumbled quickly. The sheriff was quiet for a minute before slowly nodding his head, glancing at his watch. He was suppose to be back at the office five minutes ago.

"Go... I'm fine.. Really." Stiles mumbled, noticing his dad looking at his watch. The Sheriff was quiet for a long time, giving his son an uneasy look before sighing through his nose as he slowly moved to stand.

"...If there is anything-"

"I'll talk to you about it.. I promise." Stiles muttered, ushering his dad to get a move on. As the sheriff made his way to the stairs, he turned to look at his son, an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Stiles simply smiled at his dad, waving him goodbye.

"Be safe.." he muttered as he watched his dad leave out the door. As soon as the door closed, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Groaning to himself, he slid down the nearest wall, hos legs giving out under him as his chest tightened in relief and regret.

A part of him was relieved to still have time, but the other part wished his dad knew, wished that he could just get it over with. He was tired of having to hide it from him, having to stress over whether or not he could notice, whether he could see what Stiles already knew. He couldn't hide it from him forever though, he knew he couldn't. It just terrified him to tell his dad. He was scared of what he'd think.. What he'd do.

"Earth to Stiles. You there?" Lydia huffed, looking over at Stiles as she waved a hand in front of his face. Naturally Stiles flailed around, leaning back only to nearly fall out of his stool. He quickly grabbed hold of the table, regaining his balance. Lydia rolled her eyes at him, going back to writing down whatever formula the teacher was going over.

"In case you didn't know... We're in class, so keep your thoughts to yourself." She muttered, scribbling away at her notebook. Stiles was quiet for a moment, giving her a confused look.

"What?" He muttered, looking at her with a questioning gaze. Lydia paused, glancing at her with a frown.

"You were mumbling to yourself a couple of minutes ago. You don't remember?" Stiles frowned at that, slowly shaking his head.

"...What did I say..?" He mumbled, looking at her intently as if she was the answer to all his problems. Lydia backs away a little, raising a brow at him.

"I don't know.. Gibberish.. I couldn't hear." She shrugged, obviously trying to stay on task, but Stiles wasn't having it.

"Well, how long was I.. talking to myself?" He muttered, getting the stank eye from the teacher.

"Stilinski! Something interesting you'd like to share?" The teacher questioned, raising a brow at Stiles, the whole class looking at him, but not Lydia. She went back to writing notes, abandoning Stiles.

"Ugh.. Not yet.. But I'll let you know." Stiles breathed, getting a humorless chuckle from the teacher.

"Oh, okay.. Well if you do, be free to let me know during detention after school today." He smiled, moving to go back to his lesson. Stiles gaped at the word detention.

"Wait, but I have to be somewhere, today." Stiles blurted out, instantly regretting it as the teacher turned around, raising a brow at him.

"Well then, I'm sure you don't want me to hold you here all night." He said pointedly. Stiles slowly faltered, suppressing a groan as he let his head fall to the table. It took everything in him not to flip a table or more preferably to throw one at him.

Lydia simply laughed when the bell rung, not even trying to seem sympathetic.

"Wow, thanks for the comfort." Stiles said blandly, Lydia only smirking even more.

"It's not my fault you keep letting that mouth of yours run constantly." She muttered, grabbing her stuff. "Also, pack meeting tonight, try not to be late.." she huffed before leaving Stiles there to plan his own assassination.

It seemed like the hour would never end, but somehow Stiles survived. After detention and a few failed attempts of climbing into his own jeep (He blames the pop-tarts). He finally made his way to the vet, determined to see Deaton. He didn't even bother to announce his arrival as he walked in, going straight to the back, but he didn't see the man anywhere.

He knew he was late but not that late. Stiles huffed a sigh as he sat on the metal table in the middle of the room, his legs swinging wildly as he waited for Deaton with the little patience he had. As he sat there, playing with every possible medical tool he could get his hands on, he looked down at his stomach, slowly pushing back his shirt to get a better look.

Fat was not a good look on him. He honestly still couldn't believe this was his life, that he was actually pregnant. It was mind boggling to him and he was faintly sure that as soon as it pops out of him so will his sanity. It's one thing to be pregnant. It's another to be a guy and pregnant. He let out a heavy sigh, his fingers running over the bump that proved his life was more bizarre than he had initially thought.

"Stiles, I see you made it." Stiles jumped at the sudden voice, seeing Deaton standing there, giving him a small smile.

"Sorry.. Detention..." stiles breathed, suddenly tired. How long had he been sitting here? Deaton simply nodded once before pulling out a familiar machine.

"Should we get started?" Stiles nodded dumbly as he started to take off his shirt as Deaton got the ultrasound equipment up and running. As Stiles moved to lay on his back, an uneasy feeling suddenly took hold of him.

"Damn, that's cold..." Stiles hissed as Deaton spread a gel across his stomach. He smiled a little, chuckling even.

"You'd think you'd get used to it." He hummed as he pressed the wand to Stiles stomach, looking intently at the screen. Stiles wiggled his feet a little as he looked up at the ceiling. There was no point in looking at the screen, it was always too far away for him to really see it, finding himself relying on Deaton's facial expression. Though, they were always blank.

After awhile, Stiles started to get restless. This was taking way too long. He tried to sit up as he spoke. "Hey, are we done yet? I have a pack mee-" Stiles was cut off as Deaton suddenly pushed Stiles back down the wand pressing harder into his stomach. Stiles' eyes widened as he looked at Deaton questioningly, noticing the look of uneasiness in the vet's eyes.

"What? What is it?" Stiles rushed, his heart sinking into his chest as he looked at an unresponsive Deaton. Slowly, he let up off the boy, taking away the wand as he look at Stiles.

"I didn't want to be right.." he muttered quietly, drawing a breath as he looked at Stiles with an apologetic look.

"...Right about what?" Stiles muttered slowly, his voice slightly strained as every worse possible scenario ran through his head. Could there be something wrong with the pregnancy? Was his baby in danger? The longer Deaton went without speaking the more Stiles felt on edge. "Right about what!?" He blurted out, eyes wide as he looked at him.

"Stiles..." Deaton breathed. Everything seemed to slow down as Stiles watched his mouth form the words that left him shocked and lightheaded. Everything became a blank as he sat there trying to decipher the fuzzy words floating in his mind. The conversation lost to him, he found no point to be there anymore, walking out before Deaton could even apologize. Before he could see the regret on Stiles face.

Scott frowned when Stiles didn't show up to the pack meet, spamming the hell out of his boyfriend's phone. Stiles knew Scott would freak out if he didn't text him back, which further put Scott on edge. Why wasn't he replying. The air was even more tense than usual, the awkwardness that settled in the air between Scott and Isaac faded as Scott became wrapped up in his own world.

"Scott?" Scott didn't even hear as Derek called out to him, his mind racing for a reasonable explanation as to why Stiles wasn't answering. Maybe his phone died, or maybe he has it on silent again.

"Scott!" Derek snapped, getting the beta's attention. Scott jumped a little, looking over at Derek, their eyes locking together as Derek frowned at him.

"Y-yeah?" He breathed, remembering where he was in that very moment. Derek huffed a sigh as he rolled his eyes, looking over at Lydia.

"I'm sure he's fine.." Lydia assured. "He probably didn't shut up in detention and is still there, 'kay?" She supplied for Scott's sake. Scott paused for a moment, thinking it over before slowly nodding.

"Yeah... I guess you're right.." he mumbled weakly. Derek let out a sigh through his nose before getting back on topic.

"Training today wa-"

"Hey! Sorry I'm late!" Stiles rushed as he nearly came tumbling through the door, getting a far from welcoming scowl from Derek. Scott was like a puppy at Christmas time, jumping to his feet and rushing over to Stiles side, checking him over.

"Are you okay, I kept trying to get in touch with you, but you didn't.." Scott trailed, Stiles giving him an apologetic look.

"Sorry, my phone kind of died." Stiles muttered. Everyone was quiet as they just watched. It was like watching a chick flick. The overly worried boyfriend and the fragile damsel in distress. As Scott wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist, pulling him close, Jackson couldn't help but gag a little.

"Sorry, One of the rose petals revolving around you guys got stuck in my throat." He quipped, Lydia rolling her eyes as she smacked his arm, trying to get him to just shut up. "What? He was probably about to whisper sweet nothings in his ear before making love to him under the moonlight." Jackson muttered blandly, looking at Scott pointedly. Scott didn't even bother to defend himself, coughing roughly as he willed away the blush from his face, Stiles more than trying to forget that Jackson even opened his mouth, an awkwardness filling the room. He looked at the floor, the energy seeming to be void of his body. This didn't go unnoticed by Scott. Frowning, he looked at Stiles with a worry gaze, looking him over for any sort of injury.

"Stiles what's wrong?" Scott questioned, concern in his eyes. As if catching himself, Stiles quickly put on a smile, shaking his head.

"What's for dinner?" Stiles hummed, pulling himself out of Scott's hold, leaving the werewolf alone in the entryway, joining the others.

"Pizza, again.." Isaac huffed, glancing meaningfully at Derek.

"If you want a home cooked meal then go make one. Otherwise shut up." Derek grumbled, clearly not interested in last minute complaints.

"Oh god, pizza sounds like heaven right about now." Stiles hummed, drooling at the thought of cheesy slices of perfection, completely unaware of the worried gaze Scott directed towards him. Still in the spot Stiles left him.

"Anyone else wanna slice?" Lydia asked warily, still horrified from the way Stiles practically inhaled four slices in ten minutes. It was as if the boy hadn't eaten in days. Everyone slowly shook their heads, at a loss for words after witnessing Stiles murder the poor pizza. Everyone except for Scott and Isaac that is. As Scott managed a small smile, a hand coming to Stiles back, the smaller boy licking his fingers clean of pizza sauce, Isaac could only look with a tensed expression, a slight pain in his chest as he watched Scott put his hand on Stiles. But what hurt most was how comfortable Stiles seemed, how natural it all looked.

As they sat there, going on about trivial things, laughing at things that made little to no sense, it didn't seem to be enough. The warm blanket of security and happiness that seemed to fall over them wasn't enough to stop the growing frustration that was slowly growing between Scott and Isaac. The moment Scott would start to speak, Isaac suddenly became disinterested in the whole conversation. Whenever Isaac would even look in Stiles' general direction, a low growl would rise in the pit of Scott's chest. This didn't go unnoticed by Stiles however. Of course it didn't. It was all becoming tiring. He wasn't asking for them to get along, but the whole, arch nemesis thing only worked in movies and if memory served him right, this wasn't a movie.

"I still don't get chemistry, even with Lydia's help..." Jackson huffed, Lydia patting his head with amusement.

"That's because I think you have a different definition of 'help' when it comes to Lydia.." Scott mused. In that moment, Isaac suddenly found his phone really interesting, completely disinterested in the conversation once more. Stiles bit back his lip, fighting the urge to say something as Scott paused for a moment, glancing at Isaac, his eyebrow twitching slightly before continuing.

"I mean if you need help, St-" the sudden sigh that left Isaac's lips seemed to do it, cause now Scott was completely silent, fuming as he sent daggers Isaac's way. It wasn't until it went dead quiet, everyone noticing the tension that begged to be noticed that Isaac finally looked up.

"Problem?" Isaac questioned, glaring at Scott, noticing the way the beta was clenching and un-clenching his fists.

"What's you're problem!?" Scott suddenly snapped, teeth gritted, his body poised to launch from the couch in any second, yet Isaac sat there, completely relaxed, yet his eyes filled with accusation and anger.

"You know what my problem is. You stole something from me." Isaac stated, his eyes flashing a threatening yellow. Everyone was dead quiet, watching as everything slowly played out, yet Stiles leg started to jump uncontrollably, anxiety washing over him as he imagined the worse possible scenario.

"Stole something? So that's all he is to you? An object?" Scott breathed, his voice riddled with rage as he slowly started to stand. "He's not a fucking object. He has a mind of his own you know."

"You think I don't know that?" Isaac suddenly snapped, losing his cool composure, standing as well. "I know damn well what he is and who he is. I don't need you telling me anything. Especially when it comes to him."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Scott growled, his entire chest vibrating with the action. Stiles looked on with a contorted expression, unsure of what to do. This needed to stop now, right now. All he wanted was a peaceful night out, a moment to just forget. But then they had to pull this shit. He looked over at Derek, begging and pleading with his eyes for him to do something. But Derek was too busy watching Scott and Isaac like they were some goddamn opening act.

"You know exactly what I mean." Isaac said coldly. "Scott you don't know the second thing about him. You think you do, but you don't."

"Shut the fuck up.." Scott growled, his voice dangerously low.

"You know it's true." Isaac muttered, smirking a little, but it didn't meet his cold eyes, a sour and dry laugh escaping him. "And you want to know something really fucked up. He told me before he told you. You were on the back burner and you still are." He bit out. It was like everything seemed to slow down as Scott suddenly launched himself at Isaac. Stiles shot out of his seat as if ready to do something, but it was too late. Scott was on Isaac in a flash, both of them just mingled limbs in a brutal struggle.

"Stop!" Stiles screamed, his mind frayed as panic set in. The second he moved to jump in, Jackson grabbed him by the arm, restraining him with ease, but it didn't stop Stiles from retaliating. "Damnit! Derek do something!" He pleaded out, tears of frustration spilling as he watched Scott claw at Isaac's throat, Isaac's teeth sinking into the flesh of his shoulder.

Derek looked at Stiles as if just realizing he was there. As if hearing him, he started to move, his hands grabbing both of them at the collars of their shirts, roughly pulling them part. Yet they still tried to get at each other, clawing at thin air as their yellow eyes were locked in on each other.

"STOP!" Derek yelled loudly, the growl strong and harsh in his voice, eyes flashing red. Isaac and Scott immediately stopped their fighting, both of them coming to a halt at the sudden command of their Alpha. The room became deadly quiet, the only sound that filled the room was their heavy breathing.

"What is wrong with y-"

"Stiles, leave." Derek suddenly snapped, cutting the teen off. Stiles paused in surprise, his eyes widened in confusion. He had to be kidding right, these two were the one's trying to rip each other's throats out yet he was the one getting punished.

"Derek you have-"

"Stiles go now!" Derek yelled, glaring at him now, looking at him as if to say 'this is all your fault'. Stiles went quiet at that, jerking his arm out Jackson's grip Scott and Isaac both looking at Stiles with concern as he left the room in complete silence.

It had been a whole hour since Derek had told him to leave. The young teen sitting out on the porch, waiting. He wasn't going to leave, not until he could talk to Scott and find out why the hell that happened. But why exactly did he have to leave. Why was he getting punished as well? A pain throbbed in Stiles' chest as he kept thinking about this. The look Derek gave him. Like it was his fault.

"It is though...isn't it?" Stiles mumbled, unconsciously, tears threatening to spill as he hugged his knees to his chest.

"Stiles?" Stiles shot up at the familiar voice, seeing Scott standing there, looking at him with worried eyes. Stiles moved to stand up, shaking Scott off when he moved to help him.

"What happened?" Stiles asked, looking at him questioningly. Scott frowned slightly at that, his eyes averted to the floor.

"We're banned from the next three pack meets..." Scott muttered, biting his lip as if to say more, but had second thoughts. Stiles looked at him for a moment, his face blank as he thought about it.

"Why did you do it?" Stiles suddenly asked, looking right into Scott's eyes. Scott frowned slightly at that, looking at Stiles as if the answer was obvious.

"You were right there. You know why it happened. He's been asking for it for weeks."

"So what? Give in, let him make an ass out of you?"

"An ass?" Scott scoffed. "Stiles...you're... What about you telling him first?" Scott frowned, anger and frustration written all over his face.

"That doesn't matter. I didn't-"

"Yes it matters. Why did you tell Isaac before me? Why?" Scott insisted, a growing pain in his chest the longer Stiles kept sidestepping the question. "What made it so important the he needed to know before me?"

"Scott.." Stiles breathed... "I had just found out and.. I just. He was there and he just. I don't know, he figured it out. I didn't tell him, he just..just knew.." Scott frowned at that, shaking his head.

"And me? Why did it take you so long to tell me?" Scott muttered. Stiles paused, his head throbbing. As he ran a hand through his hair. "He was right..." Scott's eyes becoming unfocused. "I really am on the back burner."

Stiles froze at that, his eyes searching his face. Did he just, did he really just say that. It was like that one phrase completely undid him, the tears freely flowing from his eyes. Without even thinking he smacked Scott hard against his chest, but the beta didn't budge, just looked at Stiles. The teen didn't understand why, but it only pissed him off more as he kept beating at his chest out of frustration. But Scott didn't budge, he just let him go at it.

"I... I fucking hate..you!" Stiles cried out, his arms tired, his body going weak, the only thing he could do was cry. "I didn't want this, damnit! But, when you started to..notice me, showed that you cared. I thought... 'Maybe he does care'.." Stiles breathed, his throat becoming thick with each word he spoke.

"Stiles-"

"Twins."

"What?"

"I'm having twins. I found out today. And you know what, you're the first to know." Stiles breathed, his eyes looking at the ground, his face hidden from Scott's view as he slowly pulled away. Without another word, Stiles walked away, his retreating back the only thing the beta looked at before he climbed into his jeep, leaving a pale, shocked, Scott there by himself.