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Derek was very heavy. Stiles could barely move at all. The older man hadn't had enough time to move to the side so Stiles wasn't still caged under him after he fell unconscious.
Stiles tried to wave his arms from under him, though only his fingers could peak through from his shoulders. "Allison, get him off he's heavy!" Stiles squirmed some more until he felt the heavy body lift away from him. He turned on his side and saw Chris, supporting Derek on his shoulders. The older man's eyes widened when he spotted Stiles, or rather a little boy.
"Allison, what's going on?" Chris asked his daughter as she made her way to the small child who looked familiar. "Why does Derek have a child with him?"
"Well. That is a story to be told somewhere else safer." Allison said as she picked Stiles up from the ground. "Long story short, Stiles Is now a child because of a witch and we're trying to fix it," she said, then turned away and made her way out of the alley.
"Allison. What do you mean Stiles is a child—" he paused, then realization hit him. "That's Stiles?!" he exclaimed.
"We'll explain everything once we get back home, alright? We need to get Derek back home."
"Fine, but you're going to tell me everything," he said.
"I know. By the way, trying to sneak up on Derek to see what was going on wasn't a good idea. Parking next to his car and waiting in it? Really Dad?" Allison sighed out. "Come on, we can put Derek in the back along with Stiles and I can drive them home. Her dad's face scrunched up.
"Be careful." Chris said. She nodded.
Allison sped home. Surprisingly, she didn't get pulled over at all and Stiles wondered if she had done this before.
"Stiles can you tell me what happened?" she asked, glancing in the rear view mirror to look at Stiles. Derek was in the very back, so she couldn't see him.
"Can you tell me what happened? Why was your dad trying to sneak up on Derek?" Stiles said from his child seat.
"He knew I was keeping something from him and something was suspicious so he decided to track Derek down. I came along to keep an eye on my dad. It was a good thing we came though."
"Yeah. We were just hanging out and stopped by to get something to eat, well not really since he smelled danger and had to spring out of there and neither of us could finish our food." Stiles babbled. "Apparently, she drugged Derek."
"Yeah I could tell," Allison said.
"…Allison?" Stiles asked quietly. Allison glanced back at the rear view mirror for a moment.
"Yeah, Stiles?"
"They won't follow us…will they?"
"Stiles, you have about six werewolves, and two kickass hunters, plus a dad who used to serve the army. A druid vet and a psychopathic werewolf who may or may not be on our side." Allison said, throwing the last bit in there because who knows where Peter's loyalty lies, but at least he can provide some strength when they need it. "You're perfectly fine."
"It's not me I'm worried about though. Derek, he didn't notice anything wrong at all until it was too late. I don't know who she was but apparently she had the upper hand against an alpha, easily. If she could take him out so easily, then the others don't stand a chance. I just don't want to see you guys get hurt." Allison drummed the steering wheel.
"We get hurt all the time, if you think about it. This will be no different than the other times that go bump in the night. Besides, we're getting stronger, we have a shed full of witch things than can most likely help us." She glanced back again. Stiles' mood didn't seem to cheer up at all. "Stiles, they're gone now. If they are coming back, we'll be prepared." Allison bit her lip. This was tough. She had no clue on how to cheer Stiles up, much less a little boy.
How do you cheer children up?
"C'mon Stiles, tell me about your day, before the whole incident. In detail." Stiles finally let out a soft laugh.
"Weeeeeelll…" he started.
Yup. That was easy. Children and Stiles are easily distracted.
By the time they had gotten back to Derek's place, he was still out. Allison was slightly worried because it never took too long for them to sober back up again. She hoped one of the werewolves were home that way they can lug Derek inside, or else the man would have to sleep in the van because she couldn't support him.
Allison shifted to park and yanked the keys out of the ignition. She quickly made her way around the van, over to Stiles' side and opened the door.
"What about Derek? Stiles asked when she started to unbuckle him from the seat, only to find out she couldn't.
"Uh, Stiles? You didn't happen to jam this, did you?" she asked.
"Yes, Allison. These wee baby hands jammed the large lock on the seat. No! Derek said it was fortified with stuff so werebabies couldn't get out of it." Allison sighed.
"Oh great, only weres can get you out of this." Allison glanced at the time. Some people should be back by now. "Hold on for a moment." She sat next to him and tugged her phone out from her pocket and texted everyone.
Allison: Anyone wouldn't happen to be at the pack house, are they?
She waited for a moment before hearing her phone go off a few times.
Isaac: Why?
Allison: Shit happened. Derek is drugged and unconscious, Stiles is stuck in a babyseat that only weres can open up. They were attacked by a couple of people.
Boyd: Erica and I are on our way.
Isaac: Scott should be there already with
Isaac: Shit.
Isaac: Scott is meeting Sheriff there. Is the sheriff not there?
Crap.
Not good, she doesn't spot the sheriff at all.
"Scott!" She called out. "Scott, get out here now!" she tugged on the straps holding Stiles in.
Scott frantically came running out. "What? Is everything alright? When did you get here I didn't notice?" he said very quickly.
"You never notice anything, buddy," Stiles said.
"Get Stiles out of here. It's were baby proof and I can't get him out."
"I knew this would backfire eventually." Stiles commented, staring at the two.
"What happened to Derek?" Scott asked when he spotted the unconscious alpha.
"Long story, I'll fill you in later. For now we need to get Stiles inside before his dad sees him!" she hissed. It took a moment for Scott to realize what she was saying.
"Oh, OH. Oh no." Scott frantically crawled inside, stumbling a little. He grabbed the strap and smashed the red button. It clicked open.
"Now get Dere—" she stopped when she heard a car pull in. "Oh no."
"Aaannnnnd Dad is here isn't he?" Stiles asked.
"Scott!" the sheriff shouted. "What did you mean when you said you found a deputy of mine?" Scott and Allison looked at each other, faces paled.
"Oh, dude you found him?" Stiles asked, only to be sushed by Allison. Well, excuuuuuse him.
Scott cursed to himself. "Uh, h-he's right inside. Taking a long shower." He turned to greet the man. Scott blocked Stiles out of view.
The sheriff's eyes squinted.
"Scott, if his eyes squint then he's figuring things out in his head." Stiles said.
"Scott what are you hiding?"
"Nothing!"
"Now I know you're hiding something." The sheriff made his way towards the van.
Stiles on the other hand just rolled his eyes at the two. He wondered how long they could keep it up. He knew that his dad would blow a gasket, but he would probably calm down once he took a good look at his son. Seriously, nobody else knew that the sheriff, Johnathan Stilinski, was a doting father.
Yup. Stiles remembered his grandma always telling him that his father doted a lot with Stiles when he was small. Even his mom had said so.
"Hey Allison, ruffle your hair a bit." Stiles whispered to her.
"What?" she looked down at him.
"Ruffle your hair!" he gave her an exasperated look. She finally got on to what he was saying. She ruffled her hair and pinched her cheeks a bit. She bit her lip to make them red.
She poked her head from beside Scott, waving a little.
"Hi…Sheriff." She straightened her hair to compose herself a bit. The sheriff stopped in his tracks.
"I'm gonna go ahead and wait inside, if that's alright with you." He said, not stepping a foot further.
"Yes, Sir." Scott replied back to the man. They watched him walk inside.
"What about Derek?" Allison asked. "He's going to ask why he's knocked out if he sees you bring him in."
"We'll just say he got drunk and passed out?" Scott offered.
"OR how about Scotty here brings Derek through the back while Allison here distracts him." Stiles offered.
"What about you?" Allison said. "We're not leaving you behind."
"Jesus Christ—"
"How about leaving that to us?" a voice said from outside the van. The three saw Erica and Boyd, smiling. "I got little bats here and Boyd can easily lift Derek up to his room upstairs."
"Good, great! C'mon before my dad decides to mosey on out and give you two a lecture on public decency." Stiles said as he reached on over to Erica.
Erica cooed, seeing Stiles' tiny arms reach for her. She took him carefully from Allison's hands and held him close to her. "I missed you baby bats." She said as she hugged him, rubbing her cheek on top of his head.
Stiles held in his giggle, feeling Erica's hair tickling his skin. He squirmed, getting a bit more comfortable. He closed his eyes, feeling sleepy all of a sudden.
"C'mon." Boyd said as he draped Derek over his shoulder. The two took off with Stiles and Derek and rounded on back. Allison and Scott got out of the van, Scott shutting it behind Allison and went through the front door.
John was sitting down with Parrish, who currently had on Derek's clothes. They were talking. John looked at the couple as they walked through the door.
"Nice of you to join us." He said. "Parrish was just telling me what happened. After you rest up, we'll go looking for your things. You remember where, right?" Parrish nodded.
"Yes. I just hope nobody towed it away."
"Don't worry, we'll find it."
"Thank you, sir."
"Just call me John while off duty, son." That made John pause. "Speaking of sons, where is mine?" he turned to give Scott and Allison a look.
"Uhh, he is out, helping Isaac with something." Scott replied. This only made John glare at him a bit more.
"You're not telling me something—" he was cut off by a sudden loud crash coming from upstairs. This made everyone snap their heads up. There was then a baby cry that alerted everyone. John was the first to respond by dashing up stairs and locating where the child was.
On his way upstairs, he found a broken door, Boyd groaning from the floor of the hallway. As John approached, he checked if the boy was alright before heading inside, glancing to find Derek passed out in bed and Erica groaning from the other side of the room. He then looked down at the floor and found where the crying came from.
Oh.
Oh no.
John collected himself before gathering the crying boy in his arms.
"Oh Stiles, what have you gotten yourself into?" he said softly, bouncing his baby boy up and down, and patted his back gently. He shushed Stiles softly, saying everything was alright now.
"Oh no." he heard Scott say from the door. John glared at Scott and the others.
"Somebody better explain what the hel—" John looked at Stiles, "—heck is going on. Why is my eighteen year old son now a toddler?" he grounded out. He felt Stiles' tiny arms wrap around his neck and heard his son mumble out "daddy".
There was another groan, now coming from Derek, who slowly got up from his bed. He looked around dazed and confused. He froze when he spotted John, holding Stiles in his arms.
"Someone better explain to me what's going on before I set a bullet into someone's ass!"
Derek mumbled a curse.
Shit.