Disclaimer: Don't worry they're going to go back to where they belong.

A/N Finally the end is nigh. Thanks for sticking with me. Hope you liked it.

An Accidental Pack

The full moon would be rising soon, within the hour. Derek sat in the darkened room, feeling its siren call to his blood. His senses grew stronger. For the first time, in a month, he could hear passed the electronic buzzing of his prison cell. The facility behind the door sounded efficiently run, with scientists and guards moving between experiments and running various tests. Tuning out the younger shapeshifters, in the room, he sat listening to snippets of conversations spoken by his enemies.

"The diary describes a curse being placed on the father's thrice great grandmother over a hundred years ago. It was cast by the girl's dead lover's mother to eventually kill any heir she had. It was punishment for allowing the woman's son be killed and then killing her only grandson shortly after giving birth."

"The pack is responding well to their new alpha."

"When the banshee blood mixed with foretold death it was tainted."

"The book mentions an artifact, taken by the Nazis from gypsies in Poland, that can give you the power to change your form."

"Our hunter contacts say to control it better on a full moon separate the pack…"

Derek opened his eyes focus back on his companions. He was not going to be separated from his pack. Not tonight, not ever again. He was at his strongest during a full moon. His strength, senses and instinct felt more elevated then he'd ever experienced, like he was truly becoming one with the wolf inside of himself. It probably was his adrenaline giving him the extra boost. He did not intend to spend another night in this prison as some lab rat. He would not allow any of them to be taken to be poked and prodded again. They were not going to hurt his pack. They were all going to escape as soon as Derek could free himself of his damn control chip.

Gritting his teeth he brought his claws up to his neck, fighting through the expected electric shocks coursing throughout his body. With a feral scream he pierced through his skin and hooked the chip on a claw. As he pulled it out, it sparked and died along with its tasering ability. Gasping he fell limp to the floor with the others' crowding around him in concern. Derek pushed his body up on shaking arms, giving a reassuring smile. It apparently came out more a grimace if Kit's eyeroll and then nudging of the teen's side was any indication.

"I'm fine," Derek gasped, "We're getting out of here."

As if they were listening the whole time the speaker on the wall crackled on.

"Cease what you are doing or severe consequences will be dealt." The monotone voice repeated in a loop. Derek stood up with a dark scowl decorating his face, falling into a defensive stance between the door and the others.

At the sound of whines, hisses, and whimpers his turned and was on his knees next to the writhing forms of the young animals. Working quickly he extended his claws and endured the second hand electricity; making quick work of the chips he freed his companions from their pain. With a roar he turned from their twitching bodies and confronted the guards flowing in and blocking the open door.

Howling out his family's war cry he descended upon his prey. He pushed, hacked and bit against his armoured captors. As he began to flag under the onslaught of bodies he felt warriors on his left and right assisting him. Their rigorous training regiment seemed to have payed off. Cub was pouncing and clawing anyone that got within her reach; while Pup followed Derek's lead, emulating his fighting style.

Even with their help the fight seemed pretty evenly matched, leaving the shapeshifters at a disadvantage with no protective gear. The batons and tasers were wearing them out quickly, with only the desperation to protect one another and the need for freedom keeping them on their feet fighting. Derek had yet to see Kit since the battle had begun which worried him greatly when he allowed himself to think about it in between attacks.

An owl flew in the open door. A strange occurrence that Derek couldn't give much thought to as the building rocked with an explosion. Many guards caught off guard froze. Unprepared they were knocked out of the way of young bison, clearing the doorway. Derek and his pack also froze in shock and confusion; until the bison turned shaking its shaggy head, waving them forward. It wasn't until they met the familiar brown eyes that shown with glee that they excitedly followed the tank of a beast as he cleared the way down the hall.

"Kit, or should I say Calf, how it the world did you do that?" Derek tried to use teasing to cover up his embarrassing amount of astonishment. Kit just snorted not buying his diversion nudging the teen's side, almost sending him sprawling to the floor. Recovering his balance quickly the oldest pack member smiled softly as his pack made their escape. They followed Kit closely until he seemed to miss a turn and rammed straight into a door. Another explosion rocked the facility. Kit just smiled mischievously before running at the door again. Derek was left speechless at this random behavior in the middle of their escape and made to intervene; but on the third ram the door opened to a fire escape.

Derek waved the smaller two out the door not sure how he was going to get a huge baby buffalo out the door and down a ladder. The owl from before flew over his head screeching down at him. Kit's eyes stared down at him full of laughter at his gobsmacked look. Working his face into a scowl Derek gave a huff before following the others out the door.

The teen sucked in a lung full of fresh night air and grabbed Pup up in his arms and climbed down after Cub. They ran across the compound following in the shadow of Kit keeping watch from the air. The boundary fence only stopped them long enough for Derek's claws to make an opening into the woods beyond. As they disappeared silently into the darkness the only sound beyond the burning chaos of the labs was an owl screeching as it flew passed the glowing full moon.

They ran through the night, stopping only occasionally to regroup and catch their breath. Kit's aerial view kept them out of the path of those in pursuit. When they reached the highway they traveled alongside it hoping to reach a landmark to discover where they were. They needed food, water, shelter and a way to contact or travel to his mother, a safe and protected territory.

As the sky began to lighten it became apparent they need to stop their trek. Cub kept weaving along the path, Pup was tripping at almost every step and Kit was losing altitude with each mile. Derek didn't feel much better as he found himself stumbling and suppressing his yawns. Traveling back deeper into the trees, they found a small tree hollow to hide and rest away from prying eyes. Kit landed nearby transforming back into his fox form he joined the others in their dog-pile. Derek tried to keep watch but eventually he succumbed to his exhaustion as well.

Morning brought more unforeseen consequences from their escape. They'd discovered Kit's ability to shapeshift was limited by the control chip the previous night. It appeared without it in place Cub and Pup reverted back to their original forms away from the full moon's influence. A deafening scream awoke the boys sending them up like a shot. The small space they went to bed in the night before seemed even smaller even with Cub's absence from it. With that alarming fact firing through still sleepy brains it took longer then was normal for them to discover that Pup was no longer a pup, but a young dark haired boy.

"Derek," Pup croaked out breaking the open mouthed stupor the older male was stuck in staring at the boy's original form. Pup blushed noticed his state of undress.

"Pup, I mean I knew you were a werewolf but I mean now you're human not a pup," Derek stammered unsure how to proceed now that he was dealing with people and not animal. People needed a lot more care than animals. He was only a teenager how was he going to take care of kids, especially on the run when they didn't have any clothes.

A vaguely familiar voice startled Derek out of his panicking thoughts, "Hey we need to go find Cub. She's human and naked too. She's probably freaking by now if her banshee scream is anything to go by." The older werewolf flinched in alarm looking up his eyes meeting the very eyes he'd gotten to know in the face of a fox and recently in a bison and an owl. Now, like Pup, Kit was a young boy. Vibrating with unconstrained energy he tugged on Derek's arm pulling him towards where he could sense Cub's presence.

All three boys stopped dead; gaping and blushing at the sight of the strawberry blonde haired girl shivering in the cool morning air, in only her birthday suit.

"Aren't one of you going to give me something to wear?" She asked pointedly. This spurred Kit into action. His clumsy fingers pulled at Derek's coat until he relinquished it. The boy hesitantly laid the large leather jacket over her petite shoulders. As she tightened it around herself for warmth, comfort and modesty, Kit scurried back to the other boys. Pup and Kit covered themselves as best as they could, both their faces burning bright red.

Derek finally came back to himself. Shaking his head at this bizarre turn of events. His pack had turned into a bunch of naked kids. Snorting back a laugh, at what had become his life, he covered it with a cough.

Kit whipped around and eyed him suspiciously before his grinned, "I knew it! You aren't just a sourwolf. You do have a real sense of humor."

Derek's face darkened. Glaring at the unrepentant little boy; he growled between clenched teeth, "I don't think my sense of humor is the issue here. When I have three kids who are as naked as the day they were born, evil scientists chasing us and no idea were the hell we are!"

"We're in California, obviously," Cub spoke condescendingly.

The boys stared at her in amazement. Only Pup was brave enough to ask her how she came by that knowledge with such certainty.

She sighed flipping a lock of hair over her leather clad shoulder, "Well it's pretty simple to tell, based on the stars' positions from last night and the current vegetation, that were still in California."

"You're the smartest person I know," Kit proclaimed, his voice full of admiration.

"Wait you're all from California too?" The feeling of familiarity growing as the teen really took in the faces of the kids around him for the first time.

"Well yeah. Where'd you think we were from?" Pup asked genuinely confused.

"In fact we were all even in the same class," Cub admitted to previously knowing the two younger boys.

"We're all from Beacon Hills," Kit revealed, "Like you."

His mind went reeling. He recognized them! They were from his hometown; they'd lived where he lived. He may have seen them in passing over the years. However that was not what burned their faces into his memory. It was the missing person flyers he'd seen in the last year hanging on telephone poles and at stores. These three supernatural creatures were missing kids in his community. They'd all gone missing in the woods near his home in the last year. People were sure they gotten snatched by a kidnapping ring or a pedophile. Yet here they were recently escaped from being experimented on at a sinister lab. Derek needed to get home. He need to get his new pack home.

Derek searched his memory for the information written up, by their families that were hoping for their safe return, on those papers. He turned to each member of his new pack calling them by their true name, "Scott, Lydia, Mie...Miecz." At least he tried to; Derek stumbled over the last name.

"He goes by Stiles," Scott and Lydia chanted together while Stiles just laughed at the typical butchering his name received.

"Stiles," Derek agreed.

"We're kind of in the open," Scott spoke up looking around self consciously.

"Let's head back to the hollow, there's a little more cover. We need to plan our next move," Derek instructed taking charge once again.

They all sat in silence thinking of the best course of action to get them out of their current predicament. The teenager of the group found it hard to concentrate because his curiosity of how the others got their supernatural abilities right under his family's nose and how they had been captured, if even his family didn't even seem to know about their existence.

Stiles seemed to be sensitive to Derek's moods and thoughts even in his human form. He began the story, without any prompting, startling his companions out of their own thought, "I noticed Lydia acting strange."

"Hey you try having your parents separate, starting your period and then being cursed to turn into a giant cat, at night when you get emotional, then will see how strange you act," The girl stated defensively, quickly catching onto the other boy's intentions to tell their story.

Stiles held out his hand in a peaceful gesture, "Hey I started randomly turning into different animals since my mom died you don't get a claim on being the only weird one."

Scott interrupted the two before their bickering could really get going. "Anyways Stiles wanted to stake out her house together. To make sure she was okay, not to do anything creepy or gross," Scott reassured stuttering.

"Only Scott couldn't sneak out. So I went alone," Stiles' saved his blushing best friend.

"I lost control and went wandering. Stiles followed me," Lydia's face softened into a small smile.

"Only she still didn't like human me. I just can't understand how any female can resist all this" Stiles teased flexing a scrawny arm. Flinching away from the girl's wack he continued the story, "Anyway so I turned into my fox form and tried to help. But we got caught by some hunter goons. They were looking for wolves but could sense our unnaturalness or something. They sold us to the lab and as they say the rest is history."

"After they came up missing the town had a week long search. I went out there as soon as I could sneak away. It took a while," Scott said with regret.

Stiles knocked his shoulders against Scott's before verbally apologizing, "It's not your fault Scott. If anything I'm sorry for pulling you into this mess. If you weren't out in the woods that night, looking for me, you wouldn't of gotten bitten and then captured too."

Derek remembered his family chasing down a stray alpha that had entered their territory some time back. That must have been the one to bite Scott. She was no longer a concern; Scott had no Alpha.

They sat in silence, deep in thought. Thinking about the events that had brought them here, how they were going to get to safety, and how they were going to live this new normal their lives had become. They would get through it together as a pack. First Derek needed to find a way to get them all back home.

"I'm going to head down the road see if I can find a phone. I need to call for help, my family can come get us. That's the safest option; it's fast, will get us out of the open and gives us more numbers if it comes to a fight," Derek hurriedly explained not leaving any room for an argument.

The three preteens' shared a concerned glance but there was nothing really they could do to help. They had put their trust in Derek this far; they could continue to support and trust him even if it meant they just had to sit and wait for him to come back with help.

They agreed with the plan and watched him disappear down the road, alone.

He walked for some time. The sun rising above the trees to scorch his skin. He wanted to flag down the few passing cars but worried it was a trap of his pursers, so he hid each time he heard a vehicle approach.

Finally he could sense some sort of rest stop or small community nearby. Stepping up his pace he worried about all the time, he seemed to waste to get there. Was his little pack safe. Were they still hidden. They were probably starving by now. He need to get back to them; he needed to protect them. What if he couldn't get a hold of anyone. What if there was no one to help him. He was beginning to panic as he rushed to the only true building, a run down gas station. He stopped with his hand on the glass door's handle as he tried to control his emotions and breathing. Looking up he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass. With a gasp he jumped away, startled, as if he was burned.

He didn't even recognize himself.

Turning away he saw a pay phone. He was standing next to it before it even occurred to him that he had no money to make a call. He dropped his head in defeat. Opening his eyes he caught sight of something shiny. Picking up the the few scattered and forgotten coins; he gripped them tightly until the faces of dead presidents indented into his palm. Letting the slight pain center him he took a deep calming breath. Slipping the coins into the slot he dial the memorized number.

The teen felt overwhelmed as he waited for the ringing phone to be picked up. He was still just a boy himself he didn't really know how to take care of other kids. He'd accepted and was comforted by the fact that he was destined to be a Beta in his mother's and eventually his sister's pack. He didn't want the responsibility and power that came with being an Alpha. Just look how it all turned out with Paige. He melted against the gas station wall as his mother's voice traveled across the phone line.

"Mom?" Derek's voice cracked with emotion.

"Derek? Where have you been? Something is wrong with the bond. We looked for you but I couldn't feel you. What happened?" His mother's concerned words washed over him.

"Mom," Derek started again fighting the lump in his throat, "Something happen. My eyes, they're different."

Talia's calm voice tried to reassure her missing son, "I know sweetie. But with what happened with Paige… you need to come home now. We'll help you through it."

"Mom," Derek felt tears form in his newly changed eyes, "they're red."