Sorry it's been so long since I posted!

Chapter 15

By the time Stiles had regained consciousness, the game was over. Their team had won and they were the State Lacrosse Champions. She'd been taken off the field and into the locker room, where when she woke up Melissa was holding a wet cloth to her head and her father was by her side.

"Can you hear me Stiles?" Melissa spoke as her eyes flickered open.

"Yep," she groaned. She sat up slowly and was handed a cup of water and told to drink, which she did. She was unsurprisingly thirsty.

"What happened out there kiddo?" her Dad asked.

"Nothing," she said. "I just didn't feel well."

"Your Dad told me that you've been a bit tired lately?" Melissa inquired. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes!" she hissed. "Will everyone stop asking!"

"We're just concerned," her Dad spoke. "The last time you were having sleeping problems you were possessed by a Nogistune, so you'll have to forgive us for worrying."

"I know," Stiles mumbled. "But trust me I am not possessed. I've just been wearing myself out, that's all."

"Wearing yourself out?"

"Yeah. School and lacrosse and college stuff."

"Well, don't forget Stiles, you're only human. I think you just have a hard time keeping up with the pack sometimes because they can push their limitations, but you can't," Melissa advised.

"You're probably right," she agreed.

Melissa advised her to go the doctor to get a blood test and be checked out, but Stiles said she was fine. She would go home and rest for the rest of the weekend and if she still felt ill Monday morning then she would go. She went and said congratulations and goodbye to the team, sad that she was unable to celebrate with them, and then her Dad took her home. He made her a big sandwich and made her drink about four cups of water and they relaxed and watched television together. It was nice.

Stiles remembered what her last thoughts were before she fainted, though she tried not to think about it. She knew her Dad wouldn't let her leave the house alone for the rest of the day and she was enjoying their afternoon together, so she waited until the next morning and made up an excuse about going to visit Scott. In reality, she went to a drug store a couple of towns over and bought a pregnancy test. She could feel the judgemental eyes of the cashier as she paid for the item, but she ignored it. She had bigger things to think about than the opinion of one old woman.

There was no way she was going to do the test at home so she went to the bathroom at the back of the drug store and did it there. It was one of those disgusting bathrooms where the ground was wet with lord-knows-what and the toilet itself looked like it had never been cleaned. The sight almost made her sick. She put several layers on the seat before she sat down and read the instructions on the box.

Remove tester stick from wrapper. Done. Place face up and hold as you urinate for approximately five seconds. Good thing she really needed to pee. She placed the stick between her legs and did her best not to get anything on her hand. Sit on a horizontal surface and wait for two minutes. She placed it on the top of the toilet paper dispenser and waited. She found herself praying, her fingers crossed saying "negative, negative, negative". It was highly unlikely that was pregnant but she needed to rule out the possibility so she wouldn't freak out anymore. While the two minutes ticked by excruciatingly slowly she flushed the toilet and pulled up her pants. Her watched beeped. Two minutes were up. She picked up the stick and looked at the result. There were two pink lines. She checked the box to see what that meant. One line not pregnant, two lines pregnant. Her test was positive. She was pregnant.

Stiles stopped breathing as she stared at the stick, unblinking. What? It was positive. The test was positive. So, she was pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant with a baby. Her baby. Derek's baby. Derek had gotten her pregnant.

"FUCK," she whispered, allowing herself to resume breathing again. How was this even possible? Derek was a werewolf, she was a human. They had sex once. What was inside her right now? Was it a werewolf? A human? Or was it some mutant? Maybe it would be disabled or something. What had she done? What was she going to do? Would she keep it? Get rid of it? Was she going to tell Derek? What about her Dad?

There were so many questions and fears running around her head. She didn't know how to answer any of them. She was hyperventilating and shaking, on the verge of a major panic attack. She knew what she had to do. She had to prioritize. What did she need to do first? Okay, think Stiles, breathe. First she needed to find out what exactly was in her. It would be too risky to go to a regular human doctor and she wanted to avoid Derek if possible, so there was only one other obvious person to see. Deaton.

She wrapped the stick up in toilet paper and shoved it in her bag – her natural cop instinct telling her to keep evidence – and jumped in her Jeep. She drove straight to the animal clinic and burst through the back door, where Deaton was tending to a canine patient. Deaton was certainly surprised to see Stiles in her state.

"Stiles," he said, helping the dog off the table and returning it to its cage. "What can I do for you?"

Stiles realized she was panting and slowed her breath.

"I have a question," she said. "It's more of a curiosity…"

"Go ahead," Deaton replied, giving her his full attention.

"Can a human get pregnant with a werewolf?" she asked, trying to seem indifferent, though she was screaming on the inside.

"Of course," he answered with a smile, as if the answer should have been obvious. Stiles felt her heart hit her stomach, it felt like she had been winded.

"H-how?" she stammered, no longer able to hide her worry.

"Werewolves are still biologically men," he said. "Their bodies work the same way."

"But they're werewolves," Stiles cried. Deaton could see she was desperate for a proper explanation.

"Think of their lycanthropy as more of a disease or a condition as opposed to a complete transformation of their bodies. Being a werewolf simply adds to their DNA, instead of changing it."

"But – "

"Many humans have children with werewolves. Some of the Hale family members who were killed in the fire were human partners of the werewolves. Derek's own father was a human. If werewolves relied solely on breeding with each other to produce children their numbers would be significantly lower."

"Wouldn't it turn the humans though? The female ones?"

"Only a bite or scratch can turn a human."

Stiles stood back, letting the information sink in. So it was possible for her to be pregnant with Derek's child.

"Are you alright?" Deaton asked, noting Stiles appearance. She knew she had to tell someone, and if she were going to need anyone's help – who she could also trust to keep it a secret – it would have to be Deaton.

"I think I'm pregnant," she admitted. "I took a test and it was positive."

"And you believe the father is a werewolf?"

"I know the father is a werewolf."

Deaton processed this for a moment.

"What are you intending to do?" he asked.

"I have no idea," she sighed. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to do."

"Well, first things first. A pregnancy with a werewolf foetus is almost exactly alike to a normal human pregnancy, only the symptoms may be a bit worse. Morning sickness, fatigue, cravings. You'll need pre-natal vitamins and there's certain foods you cannot eat. You have to start taking care of your body."

"I don't even know if I want to keep it," she told him.

"That's fine, but until you do decide, it's best you be as healthy as possible."

"Thanks, Deaton," she smiled slightly.

She was already exhausted, physically and mentally, and the hardest part hadn't even started yet.