I still have writers block, and this came into my head while I was having a Supernatural marathon. How well I don't know. This necessarily isn't like story, story. It's more like going to be like snippets of their lives with their son Emerson. So I have like will to jump around and stuff. If you guys have any ideas or suggestions or something you want to see feel free to share and I'll see if I can conjure them up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen wolf nor do I own the characters.
Warning: Oh hey if you squint, and tilt your head to the left there is a slight mention of male preg.
Summary: Scott babysit's Emerson and well accident's happen
Scott was planning on spending his day playing his guitar till his fingers bled but that was shot down the drain when he got a phone call from Derek. Derek wanted to run a quick errand had called Scott with a simple request. The request, "Can you babysit Emerson for an hour or two." Scott was all for it-the guitar playing idea far from his mind- anything to spend time with his nephew. And about half an hour after the phone call Scott was taking to Derek on the front porch of his home.
"Thanks Scott and make sure you keep an eye at him at all times," Derek said as he handed Scott a backpack.
"Derek I think I can handle a three year old."
"Scott, I'm serious, watch him."
Scott nodded. "Alright Derek, I'll watch him don't worry."
Derek nodded he knelt down so he was eye level with his son. "Hey little man, daddy will see you in a bit okay."
"Bye daddy, I love you."
Derek smiled he placed a kiss on the boy's forehead. "Bye, you be good for Uncle Scott don't break any of his stuff."
Emerson nodded. "I be good boy."
"Good, I'll see you in a an hour or two."
Derek stood up he gave a quick one armed hug to Scott, running down the drive way he yelled a "Thanks." And a "Bye Em daddy loves you."
Scott shut the door and looked down at his nephew. "Hey Emerson so what do you think we should do?"
Emerson grinned up at him.
Scott panicked as he placed Emerson on top of the kitchen counter of his home. He reached for a towel and gently dabbed at the cut that began to from on the little boy's forehead. Emerson simply watched him, his cries dying down to soft whimpers. "It's going to be okay buddy," Scott said.
"Owwie Uncle Ottie."
Scott smiled. "I know but it'll be okay."
Scott ripped open a bandage packet and gently placed it over the cut. Allison chose that moment to walk into the kitchen and she stopped dead in her tracks, "Scott what did you do?" she asked.
"I didn't do anything!" Scott cried out.
"Oh, so the cut magically appeared?" Allison asked with amusement.
"No, he was running and I told him to not run and he tripped and he well he fell and nicked his forehead on the coffee table."
"You realize do you, you're dead?"
Scott threw her a look. "Oh well thanks sweetie I appreciate your words of encouragement."
"I'm just saying."
"Derek is going to be pissed," Scott mumbled.
"Scott, I think Stiles is the one you have to worry about."
Scott groaned, "Oh Stiles is going to kick my ass."
Emerson grinned. "Papa say that a bad word."
Allison laughed. "Uncle Scott is just all sorts of bad today isn't he Em."
Emerson nodded. "Mhmmm."
"What do you think I should do?" Scott asked as he placed Emerson down on the floor.
"Call Derek and tell him before he-"
Allison couldn't finish her sentence there was a knock at the door followed by the doorbell. Emerson grinned, "Daddy here!" he yelled running towards the door.
"I'll answer the door, you stay here and well try to come up with an excuse and a way to beg for your life," Allison said with a smile as she followed Emerson.
She bent down to pick up the boy unlocking the door and swung it open. Emerson squealed upon seeing his dad. Derek reached his arms out enveloping the boy in a tight hug. "Want to come in for a bit?" Allison asked.
Derek nodded as he stepped into the house. "How are you?" he asked placing a kiss on the girl's cheek.
"I'm good, how are you doing?"
"Good, some days are exhausting but I'm good."
Derek followed Allison into the kitchen and by then Scott had cleaned up the mess that was made when he was taking care of Emerson. "Thanks again Scott."
Scott nodded, "Yeah, well no problem."
Derek looked at him weirdly. Scott was emitting a wave of nervousness, fear and a hint of guilt. And that's when Derek smelled it. His hand reached up, grasped Emerson gently on the back of the boys head "Em, let daddy see your forehead."
Emerson leaned back, brown eyes met green and that's when Derek saw it. A brown colored bandage was placed on Emerson's forehead. "Scott," Derek said, "Can you please tell me why my Son has a band-aid on his forehead?"
"Well," Scott breathed, "He was running and I told him not too and he just, well he tripped and fell and nicked his forehead on the coffee table."
Derek groaned. "I told you to keep an eye on him didn't I?"
"Yeah, I was Derek, I swear I was!"
"He okay though?
"Yea, he's fine he barely cried."
Derek nodded "Was it bad?"
"No, no just a small cut," Scott whispered, "I'm sorry Derek."
"It's okay, but it's not me you have to worry about."
Stiles walked into his home, he threw keys on the kitchen counter, his eyes scanning for any signs of son and his mate. "Derek? Emerson?" he called out.
"Oh Papa!" Emerson yelled running around the corner and jumping into Stiles outstretched arms.
Stiles hugged the boy tight. Derek approached the two giving Stiles a peck on the lips. "How was your day?" he asked.
"I asked my co-worker to do a simple task but he kind of messed up but other than that, good, how about you," Stiles answered. "How was yours?"
"Same, I dropped Emerson off at Scott's for a-"
Derek couldn't finish his sentence. Emerson had interrupted him. He leaned back, facing Stiles, touching the bandage on his forehead, with a grin he said, "Look Papa I got an owie!"
Stiles eyes darkened. A hand reached up thumb gently running over the band aid that was placed there. Derek slowly backed away. Stiles was doing his best to keep calm, Derek could feel anger slowing rising off of his mate.
Stiles was very protective of Emerson. Derek was too, Derek loved his son, was protective towards the boy. Paternal instincts and everything, but he was more of the calm, disciplining yet understanding one. Growing up a werewolf, he was very rough and tumble. Getting hurt wasn't too much of a big deal. So yeah, if he's son got hurt of course he was worried that was the paternal instincts. But he's werewolf side, well that told him, "he's okay don't worry about it, a cut isn't going to kill him."
Stiles was a different story. Derek figured it was because he carried the boy for nine months and a bond was created. Stiles was a good parent, enforced discipline like Derek but at the same time he let Emerson get away with certain things. But If Emerson got hurt, Stiles was upset. If someone was caused Emerson pain, well Stiles was a force to be reckoned with.
"Stiles calm down," Derek said.
Stiles growled. "I am calm."
"I'm okay papa," Emerson said, "Uncle Ottie took care of me."
"Did he?" Stiles asked, "And did you get this at Uncle Scott's house?"
"Mhmm, I fell."
"Oh, so you fell."
Emerson nodded. "Mhmm I fell and I got owie."
Stiles placed a kiss on the bandage. "Was he watching you?"
"Yeah, but I run and I fell."
Stiles placed the boy down. "Hey why don't you go and play, papa has to make a phone call."
Emerson nodded as he ran off into the living room. Stiles reached into his pocket, his hand grasped around his cell phone. Derek reached over grabbing his mate's wrist. "Stiles," he said gently.
"Don't Derek." Stiles warned.
Derek backed off. "Just, just go on easy on him."
"Oh he's getting an earful you, he's just first, you're next."
"Me!"
"Yes you, you dropped him off at Scott's ergo Derek, dear you're in trouble"
Stiles brought out his cell phone, scrolling through his contacts he found his friends name. It rang about four times and Scott rambled into the phone, "Dude Stiles! I'm sorry! I was watching him closely I swear!"
Derek groaned, before Stiles spoke he said, "Scott I'm here for you!"