A/N: Didn't think that I would finish this chapter in time for tonight's episode, but I did it… I'm eating a cookie to celebrate, jelly?

On a personal note, I get to leave the house for the first time in like ALL week…yay! I'm going to a fundraiser for Toy For Tots tomorrow, where I'll be surrounded by 30+ Marines, some who have just come back from bootcamp or are going to bootcamp soon… so I'm going to be, uhhh, let's say preoccupied…yeah, let's just say that. Don't worry, my parents already have a thousand boxes of disinfecting wipes at the ready so wherever I go or whatever I touch will be wiped off to keep our fine young men, and women, who are defending our country safe from my diseased self.

Back to the story, this is Lance's chapter and I hope I captured his character… if I didn't, I tried.

"I got it!" Webber runs out of his room, down the stairs and zooms past Stiles, momentarily falls, "I'm ok!" and rushes to the front door. Before opening, Webber fixes his shirt and hair and makes sure that Stiles retreats back into the other room. Taking a deep breath, Webber opens the door. "Hi Brooke." The boy takes a step forward, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist and placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Hello."

"Brooke!" The girl's mother shouts from the vehicle and a little boy steps out, about Lance's age. "Make sure he behaves!" The mother calls to the little boy, "Bentley, do what your sister and the Hales say. We'll be back later, love you both. Hi Webber!" Webber waves his greeting and the vehicle disappears down the dirt path.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, they just kind of told me this morning when they were getting ready to leave. I hope your parents won't mind."

"No, they won't mind, they'll understand. We can get Lance." Brooke kneels down, getting eye level with her ten-year-old brother.

"Webber has a brother your age. Would you like to meet him? You two will make great friends."

"That's what you said last time, but with that creepy dude's sister." Brooke ruffles Bentley's hair.

"It'll be better this time. I promise."

Bentley shrugs his shoulders. "If I don't like him, I'm bothering you until we leave." Brooke rolls her eyes. Webber steps to the side, allowing the siblings to enter the house. Derek and Stiles were walking by with some drinks and snacks, heading to the living room to watch a movie.

"Hi Brooke. Who's the little man with you?" Stiles stops walking to talk to Webber's girlfriend.

"Stiles, this is Bentley, my brother. Bentley, this is Stiles, Webber's dad."

"Hello Bentley, nice to meet you."

Bentley looks at the older man, tilting his head to the side. "You're head looks funny."

"Bentley! That's not nice to say." Stiles chuckles, showing an amused smile. "Sorry."

"It's ok, no need to apologize." Derek stands beside Stiles after placing his food and drink in the other room. Bentley looks at Derek curiously, cocking an eye brow.

"Derek, this is Brooke's brother, Bentley." Derek smiles down at the younger boy.

A frightened look crosses the younger boy's face. "Creepy dude, looks like you want to rip my head off or something." Brooke starts pulling on the younger boy's arm, laughing nervously. Derek's face falls flat and starts scowling at the young boy.

"I'm really sorry." Brooke places her hand over her brother's mouth. "Eww! You nasty!" Bentley beams up at his sister. Stiles tries holding back his laughter.

"Um, Lance is in his room right?" Webber quickly asks, wanting to get out of the awkward situation.

Chuckling, Stiles answers his eldest son. "Yeah, he's up there, but I'd be careful. It was nice meeting you Bentley." Stiles grabs Derek's arm and leads the alpha into the living room to finally start their movie.

"Is my smile really that creepy?"

oOo

"Lance, we have someone here who wants to meet you." Webber lightly taps on the door to Lance's room; no response came other than the random thuds and shouting. "What the…?" Webber opens the door to the room. Inside the room, it was a complete battlefield. The nine-year-old boy had made a bunker and was currently shooting his nerf gun at his stuffed animals he placed randomly around the room.

Lance jumps out of the bunker, screaming orders at his 'men'. "Stay back! I'll get more… ahh! Man down! Man down! Go on without me! Save yourselves!"

The boy falls to the ground, pretending to whither in pain, flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing gasping for air.

"Lance." Webber does not look amused. From his place on the ground, Lance turns his head and looks at his brother and the company with him.

Lance growls. "You messed up the shot! Now I have to redo the whole scene!" Getting up, Lance storms over to where he had the camera and slammed it shut, shutting the device off.

"Brooke brought her brother with her and thought that you two would like to play."

"So you two can have kissy face time?" Lance snaps back.

"It's disgusting! Those noises they make!"

"I know dude! The one time…" Bentley walks into the room and Lance shuts the door behind them to have some privacy. Brooke and Webber look at one another.

"Hey, don't look at me. It was your idea to have those two meet each other." Webber leans in close to whisper in Brooke's ear. "You want to give them more to talk about?" Brooke blushes and smacks Webber playfully.

"You're parents…"

"Are downstairs, supposed to be watching a movie but they're not."

oOo

"You sure we're not going to get caught?"

"We have to be really quiet, but we can do it." Putting on camouflage face paint, Bentley and Lance grab the camera and army crawl out of the boy's bedroom. Flipping the camera around to have the lens pointed at their faces, Lance starts whispering as they continue their crawling down the hall. "We are now behind enemy lines. There is no telling what is going to happen. The soldier to my left here is Bentley, new to the squad. Chosen for his bravery. Enough small talk, we're at the entrance to the danger zone." Lance nods to Bentley, signaling for the boy to crawl over to the other side of the doorway. Making himself into a ball, Bentley rolls across the floor stealthily, looking to Lance for further instructions. Panning the camera around once again to show his face, Lance talks into the device. "We're outside of the room of enemies. Bentley is on the other side, getting a better view of what is happening." The camera shakes as it is passed to the other boy.

Through the cracked door, Bentley places the camera and slowly moves the camera to get a better view of the room and occupants. On the screen, a picture of Webber's bed and the two teens on top, feet only showing.

"Webber." Brooke gasps as Webber does something off camera. A shirt flies off of the bed, landing on the camera.

Bentley pulls the camera back and pulls the shirt, his sister's shirt, off of the machine. The young boy makes a disgusted noise and face, Lance was trying to hold back his laughter at his friend's misfortune. Bentley looks at Lance, who nods telling them they are going to be on the move. Lance rushes over to the side where the other boy was located, taking the camera back into his grasps.

"Let's see what the others are up to."

oOo

"That was a bummer."

"I'll say. I'll we got was Lydia talking to a Mr. Cuddlekins. Jackson making kissy faces in the mirror and signing into his comb. Allison had Scott tied up and was in a weird outfit and Scott was in nothing but his underwear. Danny, I-I don't even know what he was doing. Webber and Brooke weren't doing anything different than what they normally do. Then dad and pa were fast asleep on the couch."

"So, what do you want to do now?"

"My dad has a secret stash of candy in his room."

oOo

"Thanks for coming Bentley, hope to see you more often!" Stiles shouts at the retreating forms.

"Bye Bentley!" Lance shouts out as his newly found friend turns to wave his good-bye. Webber was walking back to the house after escorting Brooke to her parent's vehicle and kissing her farewell.

Stiles turns to his youngest son. "Did you and Bentley have fun?"

"Yeah, we made a video of our travels. Wanna see it?"

"Ok, when we get back inside, we can all watch it."

Five minutes later, the whole pack was situated in the living room and Lance was hooking up the device to the television for viewing purposes. The video is displayed across the screen.

Lance was in the battlefield, yelling at his men and then flopping around like a dead fish on the ground. The pack laughs at Lance.

"Could be an actor." Stiles ruffles his son's hair.

Next on the screen was Webber's room. Everyone became silent, all eyes falling on the eldest son; Webber blushes.

"We'll talk about this later." Derek informs the boy.

"Lance! That is so not cool!" Lydia was on the screen, talking to her stuffed animal. "That's right, Mr. Cuddlekins, if we play our cards right we'll have everyone…" The camera drifts off of the girl, showing Bentley's face.

"Boring!" Bentley comments and continues on his way down to the next victim.

Jackson was admiring himself in the mirror and signing. "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds…" The group chuckles. Next was Allison and Scott.

"You like when I whip you, don't you? You like when I tie you up in this chair…" Scott's eyes grow wide in the video.

"Now we know who wears the pants in the relationship." Jackson snickers.

"Shut up Jackson." Scott yells.

It was Danny's turn.

"OK! We've seen enough!" Stiles rushes over to the television, quickly turning it off.

"Dad, we didn't get to finish."

"What?"

"You and pa were up next." Stiles and Derek swallow hard, not wanting to know what their son caught them doing.

"We'll watch it later, just, uh, just your pa and I, ok?"

"Fine."

"Whoa, that is not fair, you saw us…never mind." Jackson shuts up immediately.

oOo

"He's your son."

"Nuh uh, he takes after you more than he does me." Stiles slides into the bed, Derek's arms instantly wrapping around him.

"You want to see what our son caught of us?"

"I'm sort of afraid, but we should find out so we can be more careful." Stiles grabs the remote and clicks the television on.

Derek and Stiles were lying on the couch. Derek was under Stiles as his strong arms wrapped around the smaller man's waist. Stiles had his ear plastered on his lover's chest, no doubt listening to the lub-dub of each strong beat of the heart. Both men were snoring lightly.

"Yeah, he is totally your son."

"He's our son." Derek rolls over in bed, connecting his lips to the other's.