Disclaimer: Just borrowing them; I'll put them back...eventually.
A/N: Well I'm not dead. My muse was though, I had to go dig it up. Sorry for the long delay. Hope you enjoy.
An Accidental Pack
Derek knew they were being monitored; he could hear the buzzing of cameras and microphones if he payed attention. He let that information lay in the back of his mind because the only time the door opened was to admit food at meal times. For three weeks he was left alone to bond with his new pack members. Learning their strengths, weaknesses, and annoying quirks.
He began teaching Pup control right after the testing abductions. Utilizing his still heightened protective instincts to help Pup harness his power. They would work together in the morning before the other two decided to greet the new day. The wolves would start with breathing exercises then move into fighting stances and end with a sparring session. Without fail when Pup's strength began to flag Kit would burst in and help gang up against the older wolf. Against Pup's brute strength and Kit's crafty agility Derek would eventually find himself laughing on his back. The two young ones would attack him with their smaller snouts, paws and tongues; finding his especially ticklish areas. All three boys would be panting but content draped across each other.
Cub would lift her head long enough to roll her eyes; letting them know what she thought of their stupidity. She'd then close her eyes and curl back up. Kit then took that as an open invitation to think of new ways to annoy her enough to get her up for the day. Each day varied, sometimes he went with the tried and true practice of trying to pounce on her; he never caught her unaware. Other times he would nuzzle her side or lick her fur until she swatted him. He never ran out of new torments to get her attention and never seemed to be daunted in his task no matter how many times he got whacked, hissed at, swatted across the floor and otherwise rejected. For no matter how many times Kit bugged her, Cub met each of his unique challenges with a renewed anticipation.
The food never improved. Cub would still stick her nose up at it but eat it like she was in a five star restaurant. Pup would grimace look towards Derek's glaring eyes and gulp it down. By far the hardest to get to eat the mushy slop was Kit. He would clamp his teeth together as if daring Derek to try and force it down his throat. They'd hold each other's gazes until Derek had enough. The older werewolf would bare his teeth then snap at the young fox. The threat was clear, that of throat ripping done by teeth. Only then would Kit grudgingly eat his meal. It took longer than it should have for Derek to notice Kit's conspiratorial eye exchange with the other two. The fox liked being a dramatic little shit who enjoyed yanking Derek's chain whenever possible.
Most days after breakfast Pup and Kit would wrestle and romp around together. The room would be filled with their playful yips and barks. Cub would find a corner and claim it as her territory; hissing when the younger boys got to close with their roughhousing. For the first few day Derek would claim an opposite corner and leave the feline to her alone time. Cub did not like that arrangement. She would stare at the teenager until he was fidgeting as bad a Kit. Slowly he entered her territory with no ill repercussions from her. He made himself comfortable next to her as if it were his idea all along. Stroking her soft coat he watched the green eyes close and purring begin. Ignoring the knowing eyes staring at him, Derek continued petting to the cat's desire. With her tucked against his side they would watch the boys' antics, laughing quietly. Once in a while Derek would talk softly to Cub as he rubbed her ears and down her back. They would stay that way until lunch came; then it would be another battle getting food down their ungrateful little throats.
From lunch to dinner Derek became the teacher of the weirdest pupils ever in their strange ass little school. The curriculum consisted of fighting, teamwork and how to get the hell out of there. He talked tactics, taught of supernatural and human threats, and coached them through every defensive move he could think of. By the last meal they were all tired, bruised and sore.
After eating Derek sat up against the wall and allowed Pup to run patrol around the room. Cub would start to get antsy, no matter how tiring a time lesson were that day. Her nocturnal nature called and she would prowl circles around Pup. Kit seemed to content himself by Derek's side. He never really stayed still like Cub and he didn't seem to listen and obey like Pup. Kit seemed to just sort of flutter around Derek. Sometimes he would try to irritate the teen like he did to Cub or wrestle like he did with Pup. Mostly he had a unique brand of obnoxious saved up just for Derek. The fox could push every one of his button and then do something stupidly endearing to making the older wolf fight to repress a small smile or chuckle. Without thinking Derek would find himself speaking of his home and family as he watched the fox leap around him.
Kit would eventually tire himself out and collapsed against his human companion. Derek would maneuver him into a more comfortable position against his side. Not long after that Pup would finish his patrol and lay against his other side. Derek would doze off and on through the night curled up with the boys. Cub would finally start to wind down long into the wee hours of the morning; curling up at Derek's feet finally finding sleep. As the days and nights passed Derek could start to feel the pull of the moon. It would be full soon.