Jeremy

Jeremy saw Peter frown and cocked his head to the side.

After a second the man growled out a low "several. You think we are dealing with one?'

"It fits." Peter raised an eyebrow, "depending on the lore Tricksters often target people who need to be taught a lesson, some are cruel while others less so. I think judging on the lack of torture or blood we are dealing with a less vengeful one, which is good, but I don't understand why you are so important, no offense." He saw the wolf roll his eyes.

"Scott." The wolf said, this time it was Jeremy who raised an eyebrow in question, "He is a True Alpha, an Alpha who got his power on his own merit, no inheritance, no killing. He is powerful, enough so that he has already defeated an evil spirit, a darach, an Alpha pack, ghost riders, and more." Jeremy whistled at the impressive list, making a mental note to talk to Stiles about it all later, "this Trickster isn't after me its after him."

"Not after." Jeremy corrected. Peter gave him a confused look.

"If he was after him or meant him harm, he wouldn't be trying to get an enforcer, a fighter, to realize he was part of his pack. I think this lesson is for Scott's benefit. Someone or something, thinks he will be better off with you in his pack."

Peter stilled in his sit. Before looking up at Jeremy.

"Does that mean something bad is coming?"

"I don't know." Jeremy shrugged, "But something is off, not just with you and this. But the ferals and whoever is covering their scent, and the timing of it all. I've been thinking about it for a couple days now. Your pack protects this town right?" Peter nodded. "Well how weird is it that the attacks happen when I'm in town? Kol following me and the Winchesters picked this case to investigate? "

"You think something is building." Peter said.

Before Jeremy could answer there was a rush of air through the room and the ground shook. A second later he and Peter, were standing in a burnt and ruined kitchen. A second later Kol was in front of him, patting him down muttering and cursing about idiot humans and stupid deities not minding their own business.

Derek

He hated planes. All the people crowded into a small space with nothing but recycled air. It made him want to gag and tear a hole in the side. He was beyond grateful when he didn't have to wait long to get out of the giant tin can once it had landed. He walked right passed baggage claim, rolling his eyes at all the people that had to wait for the stuff. He had only one small bag that he made sure to take with him on the plane, just to avoid unnecessary waiting.

Outside the airport he took a moment to just breath in the fresh air, well...polluted air, but still better then the shit he had been breathing for the last 8 hours. He started looking at the rows of taxis already frowning at the idea of being stuck in smoke filled cab with a stranger, when his eyes spotted an ugly beaten up blue jeep.

Even from across the street he could see the two people inside were asleep. Malia had her head rested against the passenger side window, her hair falling to cover part of her face and Stiles had his head resting on the steering wheel. He chuckled, having no doubt that Stiles had them here way early just in case his flight landed before its 5 am arrival time.

He was careful to make as little noise as possible as he walked around the jeep to the drivers side. Stiles, of course had left the window open so it was easy to reach in and flick the sleeping human's nose.

Stiles yelped and jerked up right, startling Malia who had her claws out and ready to attack before she caught sight of Derek and fell back against her chair glaring at Stiles.

"The hell…" Stiles grumbled at him before he pushed open the door and hugged him.

Derek stiffened for a second then relaxed dropping his bag and returning the hug. He still wasn't used to them. Despite Scott and Stiles habit of hugging people when they felt the need. But he was better than he was before. He was surprised when his wolf whined in his head and urged them to stick their nose against Stiles throat. He shouldn't have been. He had gotten good at listening to his wolf and he knew he had a fondness for the spastic human, but the desire to scent him was still new.

He pulled away from the hug and smiled at Stiles, "Thanks for picking me up."

"No problem." Stiles said moving to pick up his bag. He watched as the human shoved it into the back seat and then Stiles had a staring contest with Malia who didn't seem to want to give up her seat to move into the back. He opened his mouth to tell them it was okay, but Malia just rolled her eyes and hopped over the seat. He gave her a grateful smile and moved around the front of the jeep.

Once they were in, and pulling away from the airport he asked about Peter.

"As far as we can tell he is okay. But ummm we kinda lost Jeremy." Stiles said shooting a quick look at him.

"Jeremy...the human?" He asked, "how did you lose him?"

Malia chuckled, "he fell into the house."

"He what...my house?"

Stiles nodded,"we don't know how or why, he was leaning against the barrier and just fell. Kol-"

"The vampire." he interrupted just to make sure he know he was right. Stiles nodded.

"He thinks that whatever is behind all this wanted Jeremy inside."

"We still have no idea what is causing this?" He asked. Stiles fingers started tapping the steering wheel and he looked over at the human.

"Stiles." He said, the human looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Kol, obviously has a theory, but isn't exactly the sharing type."

Derek growled,"what about the Winchesters. You mentioned them on the phone."

"They are hunting a pack of ferals, not us." Stiles said, looking away from the road to meet his eye. It was quick but Derek go the point.

"Fine. But do they have any ideas."

"None. They checked for spells and something called hex bags," Malia said, "but couldn't find anything."

The ride was silent after that. They were just driving passed the Sheriff station when Stiles phone rang. Not wanting the human with the short attention span to be distracted Derek answered it.

"Yes?"

"Hale?" The sheriff's voice was easy to place.

"Yeah." He responded.

"Good. Get to your house, the barrier fell." Then the sheriff hung up on him.

"Stiles, my house now." He said tossing the phone into the human's lap.

He was on edge as they headed towards his old home. He knew Peter had been spending more and more time there lately but he hadn't been back in a while. Not since he was hiding there when the police were looking for him. Too many memories, he had preferred his loft, he even though it had become tainted since Boyd and Jennifer.

When they pulled up, he saw the sheriff's police cruiser and a car he didn't know. On the porch were two people he didn't recognize, judging from the lack of heart beat on the one, he assumed they were Jeremy and Kol. He jumped out of the jeep before Stiles had fully stopped and rushed into the house. Peter was standing there talking to Stilinski and he all but shoved the man out of the way to hug his uncle.

The act surprised both of them.

Peter stiffened in his arms before relaxing just enough to hug Derek back. Before he pulled away Derek buried his nose in his uncle's neck and took a deep breath and then he exhaled rubbing his cheek against Peter's. He heard his uncles breath hitch as the man felt what he did. Then to both his and his wolf's relief Peter returned the gesture. He felt like 10 pounds of tension left his body as his scent and his uncle's mixed, it smelt like pack, like family, and oh how he had missed that smell.

A throat cleared and they pulled apart.

"Derek, welcome back." The sheriff said.

"Thank you." he replied. Peter moved to his side and he could tell the man was uncomfortable.

"I take it, my son is outside?"

Derek nodded.

"Good," the man said, "let's join him."

Outside Malia, Jeremy, and Kol were talking and Stiles was watching them with a calculating look on his face.

"Something we should be worried about?" The sheriff asked, seeing the same look. Stiles shook his head. At the same time a black Impala pulled in and Derek very much wanted to walk over and admire the car, but he didn't recognize either of the men inside, so he stayed close to Stiles and felt his uncle do the same.

"I see the magic fell." A man in a black t-shirt and jeans said as he got out of the driver's side. He smelled human but something about him put Derek on edge. The Winchesters, he was sure.

"Do we know why?" The taller brother asked closing his car door.

"Peter figured out what it wanted." Jeremy said, moving to shake both men's hands.

"What did it want?" The sheriff asked.

"What was it?" The taller Winchester asked.

"A trickster-" Both Winchesters cursed before Jeremy could finish.

Stiles heart rate skyrocketed, and the human started gasping for breath. It took less than a second for Derek's mind to work out why and suddenly him and the Sheriff where in front of Stiles trying to calm him down.

"What's wrong?" One of the winchesters asked.

"We have dealt with a trickster before, a different kind." Peter said, pulling the two men away.

"Stiles, kiddo you got to breath." Derek heard the sheriff mumble, the man was turning pale as he tried to get through to his son, who couldn't seem to hear them or get his breath back under control.

"Kiss him." Malia said sudden next to him. Derek was sure his neck almost snapped when he spun to look at her.

"What?" him and the Sheriff asked together.

"Lydia says it stops panic attacks. Something about holding his breath and distracting him."

"You can't be serious." The sheriff muttered but he was looking at Derek like he was considering it.

Not sure what else to do, Derek moved closer to Stiles, gave one last look at the human's father who just shrugged, before he pressed his lips to Stiles.

There was nothing at first but then Stiles took a small breath and kissed Derek back. Lydia was right about the distracting part, Derek thought, as he had a hell of a time trying to listen to Stiles's heartbeat while kissing him. When it seemed to be at a normalish rhythm, he pulled back and tried not to smirk when Stiles whined.

Then the human's eyes shot open as he realized what was going on. He blushed at Derek and then looked at his dad. The man just sighed and hugged his son. Derek told himself not to but he listened in when the man whispered in his son's ear, "As long as your happy and he isn't wanted for any crimes I don't know about."

Stiles snorted and Derek had to get away. His own fear caused him to move to his uncle's side, where the man was filling the hunters in on the Nogitsune.

"But you think this is something else?" One asked, Derek was going to have to ask their names at some point.

"That thing was violent and wanted chaos and death, this one seemed to only one to make a point." He watched the two hunters exchange a look.

"He wouldn't." The tall one muttered. But his brother snorted.

"Who wouldn't?" Peter asked an annoyed edge to his voice that Derek recognized as something that is usually followed by violence.

"We know a trickster, but this isn't his type of thing." The taller one side.

"What is his type of thing?" Stiles asked as him and his father joined them.

"Jokes, pranks, annoying the shit out of people." The smaller one side, getting a dark look from his brother.

"Like pink police uniforms or non stop Christmas songs through our radios." The sheriff asked.

The taller winchester winced, "Yeah that sounds like him." the man took a breath, "And so does messing with Dean's car and changing my ringtone." Derek caught the short one mumbling about stuffed animals and he gave the man questioning look. The hunter just shook his head.

"Can you ask him?" The sheriff asked.

"We could," one said, "but if he isn't doing this, it will get his attention and he will show up."

Stiles groaned, "but if he is, you can ask him why."

Both hunters nodded.

"Call him." Stiles said, getting a weird look from both brothers. Derek almost chuckled, Stiles was used to ordering people around when Scott or Lydia weren't. These two should get used to it if they were going to be in town.

"Will do." The shorter brother said. "We also have an idea about the ferals. Our friend Bobby, he thinks that if we can break the spell on one wolf we might be able to break it on all of them. He isn't sure, but he is going to send us some information so we can try."

"Good," The sheriff said, "I'm sick of just waiting."

They broke apart after that. Derek and Malia had to shove Peter inside of his car, just to get the man moving. He didn't want to leave the house, not until he could make sure that this Trickster wasn't still fucking with his home, but Malia's comment about getting stuck inside again had him growling and sliding into the car. He sent his niece as grateful smile. Stiles told everyone he was heading to Scott's and that he already got a message that the twins where on their way. Derek didn't even see Kol and Jeremy disappear, one second they were there and the next gone. With one last look back at his old home, he got into his car and headed for his loft.

Scott

Scott was laying in his bed, eyes closed, just listening. He could hear the steady beat of Isaac's resting heart beat next to him, Corey's light breathing in the room across the hall, and his mom's tossing in bed as she tried to fall asleep. Something about it all was soothing. It helped him forget for a few minutes that their town was in danger and that him and his friends might have to fight again soon.

His mind drifted to Peter, who was still trapped in the damn house. Scott was worried about him, even with Stiles jokes about how at least he wasn't alone anymore, once Jeremy has fallen into the house. He thought back to what happened before. They had all stood there frozen while Kol had attacked the front door. The vampire's strength and power had taken his breath away, especially when the house or magical bubble surrounding it had actually shook from the vampires hits. For a moment they all thought Kol in his anger would be able to break the spell. However, after several minutes the vampire's brother appeared at his side and pulled him away.

Scott didn't know what they talked about but when they came back to the group Kol had become a lot calmer. Elijah, told them that standing here wouldn't help and that they needed to rest and start researching. Scott and Stiles had wanted to stay behind, guard the house or keep an eye out, but Argent told Scott he would do it and that he needed to worry about the ferals. Kol had flat out refused to leave. So in the end it had been decided that those two would stay and call if anything happened.

He shifted in bed and had to fight the urge to cuddle closer to Isaac, who had thrown an arm over Scott's stomach in his sleep. Scott wasn't sure where the urge came from and it made him uncomfortable, yet not. Maybe that was why it bothered him. He sighed and gently removed his beta's arm. He had to bite his lip not to chuckle when Isaac made an unhappy sound and shifted in his sleep.

He was able to climb out of bed and use the bathroom without waking the other wolf. But as he was about to leave his room someone knocked at the door.

Isaac jerked awake, "whos it?"the beta mumbled the question while still half asleep.

Scott chuckled and strained his hearing to see if he could tell who was at the door. It took him a second to identify the person and when he did he wished he could crawl back into bed and forget about the man.

There was another knock and he couldn't move.

"Scott?" Isaac sounded worried and Scott looked back at him.

"It's my dad." Isaac was out of bed and throwing on a shirt in a second.

"Climb out your window." The beta ordered, "I'll deal with him."

Scott wanted to hug his friend.

"No," He shook his head, " I will, but can you sneak out and get Argent. My dad won't cause a problem if there are others around and the Sheriff is at work."

His beta nodded.

Scott didn't wait to watch Isaac hop out the window, he needed to answer the door before his father's knocking woke his mom.

He made sure to glare at the man as he opened the front door. "What?" he asked.

"Scott," His dad said it with the same exasperation he had heard the last time he was a town. "Can we talk?" He wanted to say no, but he knew from experience ignoring the man wouldn't work. He would just keep coming back again and again, until Scott or his mom gave in and heard him out. Not that it did him any good. They always told him to get lost after and he did.

Rafe pushed passed him and moved straight into the kitchen, slipping his jacket off and throwing it over a chair, before sitting down. Every step he took had Scott fighting back the urge to show his claws and fangs. He felt the urge to growl at his father and tell him he didn't belong here and to get out. But he didn't. He just pulled out a chair and sat down across from the man.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Have you looked into college?" His father asked. The question threw him for a loop. It was random as hell and unexpected, sure he had just finished his senior year, which meant college was next especially if he wanted to be a vet. His dad showing up to just randomly ask about it; it made him nervous.

"Of course I have." He answered.

"Which schools are you looking into?"

"Why do you care?" He asked.

His father frowned at him, "I'm your father of course I care." Scott wanted to snort or laugh in the man's face. His father was non existent in his life most of the recent years and when he showed up before, swearing he was going to stick around, he had found out about the supernatural and left. Sure he had promised to come back and discuss things but he hadn't. The last time they spoke was almost a year ago, and he shows up now and all he wants to do is talk about colleges? Scott wasn't buying it.

Instead of saying what he is feeling he sat back in his chair and leveled a stare directly at his father. A skill he had learned from Argent when the hunter knew Scott or one of the others wasn't being completely truthful.

"I mean it Scott, I want to help you with college. I know your mom has struggled and college is expensive. Let me help." His father leaned forwards and tried to reach for Scott's hand. A growl built in Scott's chest and he snatched his hand back, pulling it away from his father's.

His father's eyes widened for a second before he shifted in his seat and pulled his hand back toward himself. "Scott-" He started only to cut off. His father's gaze went behind him, so Scott turned his head to see Corey standing in the entryway watching them warily.

"Corey, this is my father." Scott said turning back to his father.

"Dad this is Corey." Scott didn't have to see Corey to hear the chimera shift his weight. He could even smell the unease coming off the younger teen. It seemed someone had told Corey a little about Scott's dad.

"Nice to meet you Corey, but this is a private affair. Perhaps you could head home and come back another time." Corey scent shifted to hurt and fear and Scott growled.

His father's eyes shot to him, and Scott could smell the man's fear.

"Corey lives here. You don't. If anyone is going to leave it's you." He stood up and moved to stand next to Corey putting a reassuring hand on the kid's shoulder. He didn't want the Chimera to think he was unwelcomed.

"Your mother can't be serious. Scott, she can't afford-" Scotts growl filled the room and his father stopped talking.

"You don't get to do that," he shouted, "You don't get to just come and go as you please and then try to tell us what we can and can't do!" He had moved to place himself in front of Corey, he hadn't even noticed and probably wouldn't have if the Chimera hadn't put a hand on his arm.

He stopped yelling at his father long enough to turn and see if Corey was okay. The chimera gave a nervous look at his father before quietly saying, "You need to stay calm."

Scott took a deep breath while closing his eyes, it took a few seconds before he opened them and his eyes were back to brown instead of the glowing red they had become when he started to lose his cool.. He gave Corey a thankful nod before looking back at his father. "What are you really doing here?"

His father was standing now, though he looked nervous and unsure. "I meant it, I want to pay for your college. I even looked up some schools with great Veterinary classes. There is one in Iowa that I think you would really like, or Ohio, please Scott let me do this."

"Iowa? Or Ohio?" Scott questioned, "You want me to leave California? Leave Beacon Hills?" His father nodded.

"Scott this town, it's dangerous." Corey snorted from behind him. His father eyed him but didn't stop talking, "I want to get you away from all this."

"This?" Scott sneered, he went to move but Corey's hand still on his arm stopped him, "This," He flashed his eyes red, his father paled, "This is a part of who I am. There is no getting away from it."

His father sighed, "I understand that, but that doesn't mean you have to stay here. In this town. You can move away, get away from the chaos and craziness that seemed to thrive here and live a nor- a better life."

"I have no issues with my life-" The front door opened and Scott let out a relieved breath when he caught Isaac and Argent's scents.

"Hey anyone home?" Argent called, even though Scott knew Argent knew damn well who was all here.

"In here." He answered.

He looked away from his father and Argent and Isaac came into the room. He almost growled when his father's scent shift to anger and jealousy.

Instead he greeted Argent, "morning, what's that?," he pointed to the bags in their hands.

"Oh, I umm called the twins," Isaac said with a cheeky grin, "and got Aiden to agree to cook breakfast." Scott smiled at his friend.

"And I apparently agreed to pay for it." Argent said moving to put his bags on the table. The man didn't seem bothered at all by having to pay for the food in fact he smiled when he spoke and winked at Scott when Isaac blushed embarrassed.

"Do you just walk into other people's homes often?" His father asked, ruining the nice banter. They all turned to look at him.

"I live here." Isaac said moving to stand next to Scott.

"And I was invited." Argent said.

Scott could tell his father was mad, his breathing got faster and his scent shifted. He wasn't the only one to notice, Isaac took a step forward, Scott's reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Rafe." The one word had every male in the room turning to look at the stairs where Scott's mom was standing. Scott winced, he had forgotten she was upstairs sleeping.

"Melissa."

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't ask." Scott mumbled.

"I was talking to Scott about college." His father said and it irked Scott that the man didn't seem at all put off about it, even after Scott had yelled at him.

"He already has plans." His mother said moving off the last stair and walking into the kitchen. Scott grinned at the way Argent shifted to be closer to her and the way the man scent changed to one Scott recognized as happy.

"I can pay-" The front door opened, and a few laughs and voices echoed into the room. Scott heard Isaac and Corey chuckle and he had to look at the floor to stop himself from doing the same.

"Scotty!" Stiles shouted as he came in followed quickly by twins and Lydia.

"Oh," his best friend said stopping cold when he saw Scott's dad. "Agent." Stiles said before pushing Aiden passed them all toward the stove. Ethan gave Scott a concerned look as he grabbed the bags off the table, hesitating to follow his brother. Scott gave him a nod, the wolf smiled, lifting the bags and moving to where Aiden and Stiles were already pulling pans and plates out of cabinets.

"Is it always like this?" His father asked, looking around at all the people moving around in the small room.

Scott sighed, "Dad, just go. I don't need help with college, we have it figured out. And I have no intention of leaving my home just because its dangerous." His father opened his mouth to argue.

"Just go, please." His mother said.

His father's face fell flat, "Fine, but I'll be back later. You can at least hear me out." Scott's didn't relax until the man was out out of the house and in his car.

"Your dad's a dick," Aiden said from where he had started mixing some kind of batter together, "and that's coming from me." Scott laughed, hard. He wasn't the only one.

"Glad to know what you all think." Aiden muttered but he didn't sound really angry.

Scott moved to sit back down and that seemed to be the cue to get the others moving. Stiles came out from behind the counter with two cups of coffee in his hand, placed one in front of Argent and the other in front of Scott's mom. Ethan followed with a few empty glasses and a bottle of orange juice.

"You okay?" His mom asked, as Stiles vanished back behind Aiden again.

"Yeah, he just surprised me." He replied.

"What did he really want?" Stiles asked as he handed Lydia a cup of coffee and sat down with his own.

"To bribe me, I think. He offered to pay for college, but one that was out of state."

"Was it worry?" Lydia asked, "Or fear?" He looked at the red head.

"Both I think." He shrugged, "I think he is scared of me and for me. I want to believe he means well, but the fact that he thinks he can just waltz in and get me to do what he wants because he offered money shows he's not thinking about me. At least not about what I want."

"Do you want us to stick around?" Ethan asked moving to sit next to Corey, who gave the twin a wide eyed look. "Just in case he comes back?" Scott shook his head.

"No, but thank you," He looked over at Aiden, "Really you didn't have to come, or cook," He smiled, "So thanks."

Aiden shrugged. "No biggy, our fridge is bare and so is Lydia's."

The red-head scuffed, "Just because you won't eat what is inside it doesn't mean it's empty."

"Oh," Stiles said suddenly. "Peter and Jeremy are free and Derek's home." Every person at the table turned to look at him.

"What? It's not like I had a chance to really say it before." His best friend muttered. "Derek's flight came in this morning and me and Malia went to get him. On the way Dad called and told us that the magic bubble popped. We got there and Peter and Jeremy were no longer trapped."

The way Stiles played with his food, and his eyes and wouldn't meet his eye had Scott worried.

"What happened?" he asked.

Stiles exhaled, "They figured it was a...a trickster… not a nogitsune!" His friend shouted, then swallowed, "one less destructive, I guess it just wanted to teach Peter a lesson."

"What lesson?" Aiden asked, and Scott noticed that the twin was holding Lyida's hand tight.

"I-" His friend dropped his head against the table, "I don't know. I kinda," He swallowed again, "had a panic attack and didn't hear the rest."

"You okay?" He asked, reaching out to take his friends shoulder. He saw Stiles nod.

"I'll call Peter." Lydia said before getting up and leaving the room.

"I think I'm going to head to bed." His mom said after a second of silence from the room, "Scott you can fill me in later." She stood up, bent down and kissed him on the forehead before looking around the table and proceeded to do the exact same to Isaac, Corey who blushed, both bewildered twins and Stiles. When she was done everyone looked from her to Argent who was still seated at the table. Scott saw his mother shake her head a little from silent laughter before she placed a kiss on Argent's cheek. The man grinned at her as she turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"Awww that's-".

"Don't." Argent cut Stiles off with a warning glare. Scott had to laugh as his friend held both his hands in front of him in surrender.

"I'll be right back." The hunter said, before leaving the table and following Scott's mom up the stairs.

Corey and the twins gave Scott a look, that he guess meant, aren't you going to stop him, he shook his head. His mom was an adult and more than capable of taking care of herself. Besides he liked Argent, he also liked the Sheriff and while he had no idea how their relationship was going to end up, he wasn't going to stop either man from pursuing his mom.

About a minute after Argent left he caught the twins turning their heads to the side, as they tried to listen to whatever conversation the two were having up stairs. He grinned and then under the table he kicked both in the shin. Both pouted at him but stopped listening in on his mom and Argent.

Feeling better and more relaxed Scott picked up his plate, which was quickly snatched out of his hand by Ethan.

"We got it." the older teen said, Scott expected him to grab his brother and force Aiden to help, but instead he grabbed Isaac and Corey by their arms and dragged them into the kitchen. Isaac didn't seem bothered at all at the manhandling though Corey looked nervously at the twin and then at Scott. He gave the Chimera a comforting smile and watched as Corey relaxed a little. Not completely, Scott didn't think that was possible, yet. He just hoped the kid would learn that no one in this pack was going to hurt him.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He found after several minutes that he liked this. Sitting in his house watching his packmates, eating, cleaning, interacting. The three in the kitchen were getting more water on their clothes than on the dishes, not that Scott minded. Stiles and Aiden seemed to be comparing recipes, something heart healthy from the sounds of it. He strained his ears enough to hear Lydia scolding Peter about something, and his mom wishing Argent a goodnight, well morning.

Yeah he liked this.

He wondered if this is what a real pack home felt like. He knew the Hales and their pack had all lived out at the old house before the fire, and even the Alpha pack had lived together. Hell, Derek had tried something similar in the train depot.

Argent came back down and sat down next to him pulling him from his thoughts.

"You okay?" the man whispered, though in a room full of werewolves, plus one chimera, it was kinda pointless. He turned and smiled at the hunter.

"Yeah, just thinking."

"What about?" Argent had picked up a glass of orange juice and took a drink. Maybe, just maybe, Scott waited until the man had taken a drink before speaking.

"A pack house." The man choked on his juice and had to cough a few times to clear it out. The scene brought everyone else to the table, including Lyida, who raised a perfect eyebrow brow at him.

He grinned, "I told him I was thinking about a pack house." He heard the twins gasp.

"Really?" Stiles asked dropping into the seat on his other side.

"Yeah, I don't know if it's a wolf thing or not, but you guys here moving around, feeling comfortable enough to just come in, to cook, clean, or just hang around. It feels natural and comfortable, but as much as I like it, our house isn't really big enough. We can't all sit in the living room or fit in the kitchen for a meal. Stiles's house is a little bigger-"

"But still not big enough." His best friend finished. Scott nodded.

"I know I can't...we can't afford it now, but it's a nice thought for the future-" He froze, everyone but Stiles looked at him in shock and he had the sudden thought that just because he wanted it didn't mean the others did. Could he really expect his pack to want to all live together, or most of them at least. Crap, he started to panic, maybe this was a bad idea.

"Woah, Scott, dude," Stiles said moving to place his hand in Scott's chest, "We're only allotted one panic attack a day in this pack, and I've already used today's." Scott snorted, and found the dumb joke had helped.

"Sorry, dumb idea." He mumbled.

"Idiot." Lydia said before smacking him in the back of the head, "They weren't looking at you like that because it was a bad idea McCall, they were looking at you like that because you surprised them." She nudged Aiden who quickly nodded his head.

"We'd love a pack house." The twin said.

"You know I'm in." Isaac said from behind them, a huge grin on his face and Scott felt himself return it.

"Ok," He said taking a breath, "then we start to figure out what we would need, how much space, rooms, then we look at the cost of houses similar to what we want, then we start saving money." Everyone nodded.

In his excitement he missed the looks exchanged between Lydia, Ethan, and Argent.