3.

"Oh holy fu….Jackson!" Stiles bent over his knees panting as Jackson furiously rubbed his eyes with every piece of fabric he could find letting out a pained hissing and spitting sound until Stiles grabbed his arm and forced him into the bathroom, making him hold himself over the sink so that he could rinse out his eyes.

"What the hell was in that thing?" Jackson complained even as he sat passively on the side of the bath tub allowing Stiles to pat his face and hair dry.

"Werewolf mace…what don't look at me like that, I have too many werewolves…and now Kanima's popping through my bedroom window, one of these days its going to be a werewolf that's not a friend. Its going to come in handy one day!" Stiles defended himself at the slightly betrayed yet superior look Jackson managed to shoot him.

"Werewolf mace, as in specifically made for werewolves?" Jackson frowned.

"Normal mace doesn't really work, it heals up in a few seconds," Stiles explained lifting the towel to rub Jackson's hair.

"How exactly do you know that? And how did you know this would work?" Jackson kind of indicated to his face where it was still a little red and sore looking.

"Tried it out on Scott," Stiles shrugged.

"He let you?!" Jackson blinked.

"He still feels guilty about not realizing I had been kidnapped, he's not above using his puppy dog eyes to make me forgive him before I'm ready I'm not above using it to get him to let me mace him for my safety," Stiles smirked.

"You're really evil underneath all those smiles aren't you?" Jackson snickered.

"Oh of course," Stiles grinned patting Jackson on the head. "Now everything ok?"

"I erm…Boyd, Erica and Isaac say that you make really amazing hot chocolate," Stiles mentally cooed as Jackson unconsciously pouted hopefully at him. Honestly the guy had been a dick to Stiles for most of their lives, but ever since the Kanima incident, being unsure of his place in Derek's pack as a giant reptile among canines, and coming to terms with the consequences of his own selfish actions – including everything that Lydia had had to go through alone – he had been a lot quieter and more thoughtful. He was never not going to be a dick, but Stiles had realised that aside from just being a spoilt rich boy the dickyness actually covered the person Jackson was inside, the person that Lydia and Danny saw and stuck around for.

Which was why he found himself in his kitchen making two mugs of hot chocolate before turning to go back to the living room to sit beside Jackson. They sat in silence for nearly forty minutes – a minor miracle for Stiles even if he had been a little quieter since the whole kidnapping thing – before Jackson finally broke it.

"Can we watch a film?" He asked, not meeting Stiles' eyes but playing with his empty cup.

"Course, how about you pick it and we go upstairs to watch it? I'll grab the drink and food?" Stiles smiled easily. Jackson nodded his agreement, still not meeting Stiles' eyes as he stood and made his way to the four stands that held the DVD's, most of them Stiles'.

Stiles gathered together enough food for a teenage werewolf and a normal teenager, and some drinks before putting them on a tray and making his way up to his bedroom, finding Jackson making what he could only call a nest out of Stiles' covers and pillows. He flushed a little when Stiles stood in the doorway blinking at him and made to straighten them out again.

"Don't you dare, that looks super comfy!" Stiles scolded putting his tray down. "Do you want to borrow some sweat pants?" He asked eyeing the comfy nest and then Jackson's jeans. At Jackson's sheepish nod Stiles fished out not only his sweats but one of his dad's old shirts that the dryer had beaten into perfect softness and was his comfort clothing.

"Thanks," Jackson said quietly as they settled into his nest and Stile strategically placed their snacks around them.

"You're welcome…and oh my god you chose Doctor Who! If it wasn't likely to completely freak you out considering we are lying in bed together and practically spooning I would say I love you so much right now, which I just did but hey you know its meant in the not freak out way," Stiles rambled.

"I like Doctor Who," Jackson smiled a little curling up a little more and nuzzling…actually nuzzling into the covers.

"Is he ok?" Derek asked as soon as Stiles closed his bedroom door.

"He's alright, he's been quiet and not…himself, but I think he's ok now. What happened?" Stiles frowned.

"Erica and Isaac, they said he wasn't pack because he wasn't like us," Derek scowled at the bedroom door that Stiles had shoved him out of when he had come swinging through Stiles' bedroom window and made to wake Jackson up from where he was snuggled down and snoring into the nest.

"I seriously hope they went on the naughty step," Stiles scowled.

"They should still be running laps around the house until four o'clock, I left Lydia in charge," Derek smirked.

"Good!" Stiles nodded, both impressed that Derek had actually punished them and punished them without violence. Derek was still struggling to find middle ground as an Alpha sometimes.

"It doesn't smell much like Scott around here," Derek frowned suddenly sniffing the air.

"He's been hanging out a lot with Isaac," Stiles shrugged, hating the fact that he now knew that his heartbeat had given away his hurt. Damn werewolves.

"So have you been, I can smell you over him a lot. I presumed you had been hanging out together," Derek's frown was deepening.

"Yeah, no not really. Me and Isaac hang separately, generally he comes here. Between Isaac and him and Allison trying to be 'friends' well, not a heck of a lot of time for me," Stiles smiled shrugging, but Derek's scowl told him he had failed miserably.

"He's not been around here anymore?" Derek growled out.

"Well not much, but its cool we see each other at school and…" Stiles flinched back at the furious growl Derek let out, the glint in his eyes and his growl honestly furious and not just his normal dominating posturing crap.

"Its not 'cool'! There is the alpha pack out there circling around Beacon Hills and we have no idea what the hell they want except that its not going to be good knowing our luck. Scott is practically waving a white flag outside your house that you're free game, smelling just enough like him to let them know you're a bargaining chip but not enough to feel worried about taking you," Derek snapped backing Stiles into the wall.

"I'm not…he doesn't…I'm not his responsibility," Stiles muttered turning his head away from Derek even as he felt his heart sinking when he realised what exactly Scott's absence from hanging around him meant.

"Yes you are. He's the one that declared himself and you not part of my pack, so its his responsibility to cover the werewolf side of things. You're house doesn't smell too strongly of him, he should make it. Right now your house smells more like…"

"More like what?" Stiles frowned when Derek stopped mid sentence and started sniffing.

"Come on," Derek grabbed Stiles' arm and tugged him back into his bedroom, using bodily force but making sure not to hurt him Stiles noticed. "Jackson, come on," Derek called making Jackson start and sit up in the bed blinking around before wincing when his eyes landed on Derek.

"I…"

"Grab those blankets, we're going home," Derek instructed, something in his tone making Jackson perk up slightly and tilt his head in a way that was very reptilian Stiles thought, before he realised exactly what Derek had said.

"Hey wait a minute! If you knick my covers what exactly am I supposed to be sleeping under?"

"I said we were going home," Derek frowned at him.

"Yeah got that, doesn't meant that I won't get freaking cold tonight," Stiles glowered.

"Stiles he means we as in we," Jackson smiled a little already standing and holding an armful of Stiles' covers.

"We…but…I'm confused," Stiles frowned. Derek made some sort of Alpha eyebrow twitching, head flicking movement and Jackson was out the window and no doubt running his little lizard butt back to the Hale house. Derek in turn started making his way towards the window, with Stiles' arm still in grip. "Hey, woah! Human here, fragile, breakable, won't heal in a second human! I can't go out the window! Derek! Derek! Dereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!" Stiles isn't sure whether to be eternally grateful that his neighbour is a little old lady who was almost totally deaf, or be completely furious at Derek for throwing him over his shoulder and then jumping out of a freaking window! He's choosing to ignore his manly scream completely.

"Stop kicking!" Derek growled as he started to run.

"Put me down right now! What the hell are you even doing!" Stiles complained not stopping with attempting to hit every part of Derek that he could.

"Stop hitting me or I'll bite your arm off! And I'm kidnapping you," Derek snapped. Stiles froze before he started hitting him again.

"Ok neither of those are likely to make me stop hitting you! And why the hell are you kidnapping me? We have been getting on!" Stiles shrieked managing to get a good knee into Derek's sternum.

"I only let you stay out of my pack because you wanted to leave and I thought that Scott was protecting you. But he's not and he's putting you in danger, and your house smells more like my pack than anything else besides your dad. So I'm taking you, you're going to sleep at the house tonight with us, you'll start smelling fully like pack and you are going to come stay over at least once a week or I will kidnap you every night," Derek growled in full on Alpha voice. Stiles went still against him as he took in what Derek was and wasn't saying, and damn if that wasn't one of the longest conversations he had heard Derek making.

"I didn't not want to be part of your pack, I thought because Scott left I would have to to. I mean I'm not a werewolf, I'm annoying I know that, and well, you put up with me barely because of Scott I know that," Stiles said quietly just as they passed onto what he recognised was Hale property.

"You know shit!" Derek growled.

"Hey!" Stiles protested squirming in Derek's grip to try and glare at him.

"I didn't put up with because of Scott, if anything else it was the other way around. The only thing that made that brat mildly tolerable was you. You think between Boyd, Isaac, Erica and Jackson I don't have muscle power? Your plans, the way you care about people and look after them, your loyalty, your kindness and gentleness but if someone you care about is threatened you're ruthlessness. Its you I want in my Pack, I put up with Scott for you, because I know no matter what the idiot does you're always going to forgive him,"

"Derek, I'm kind of the king of seeing things that aren't there and wishful thinking and well…that rant sounds a hell of a lot like you…well are you saying what it sounds like you're saying?" Stiles couldn't keep the hope out of his voice, something that he was sure Derek could hear as well as the tap dance his heart was performing on his ribs. Derek stopped and dropped Stiles gently to his feet, backing him into a tree just as the house was in view, though Stiles was a little more distracted by the two strong arms on either side of him blocking any attempt of an escape. Not that he would ever be able to out run Derek.

"I'm…I…I thought you didn't want to be in my pack, that you didn't want anything to do with me. But then you are hanging around and talking to me, then I come home of find our you have been feeding my pups and looking after them, and they are going to you for comfort and help and you are smelling like them and they are smelling like you, and my instincts…god my instincts…"

"Are saying what?" At one time Stiles' insecurity would have been telling him that Derek's instincts had nothing to do with what he really wanted, that Stiles had been messing them up by interfering with the pack and that he was trying to tell him to stop. But after he and Deaton and then he and Scott had had a long talk about werewolves and everything that he could possibly think up about them – including the had to be asked knot question that had caused all round blushing and a slightly worried Scott – he had realised that werewolf instincts were exactly what the human wanted, just a little more primal.

"Stiles," Derek whined, actually full out whined, nosing along Stiles' cheek before pressing their lips together, lightly, gently, before deepening it when Stiles didn't protest. In fact the human was wrapping his arms around Derek's shoulders and waist and tugging him closer. Derek was just mapping out all of Stiles' teeth for the second time when Stiles yanked their lips apart panting.

"Wait…wait…Erica!" Stiles shook his head.

"What?" Derek flinched away slightly.

"You and her…what's going on because…well you both…" Stiles spluttered making some random gestures.

"There is nothing like that going on between me and Erica," Derek shook his head hating himself for letting the girl suggest that there might be something like that between the two of them to Stiles.

"You're sure?"

"Very. Stiles its…you…just you," Derek shook his head pressing his face into Stiles' neck and littering kisses there.

"So what exactly are your instincts saying?" Stiles smiled.

"They're saying that you're looking after my pups, that they're your pups, that you should be in our pack, that I should be the one to protect and look after you and that you should be the one that looks after me, that your smell should be all over my home and that you should smell of me and that everywhere should smell of you and that…"

"Oh my god I'm pack mom!" Stiles choked staring at Derek wide eyed, spluttering when Derek just looked sheepish. Partly because Derek was none verbally admitting Stiles was pack mom, partly because that expression on Derek's face was so unexpected and….open. "I am aren't I?" He pouted a little.

"Yeah you are," Derek grinned.

"That make you Pack Dad?" Stiles grinned after a few minutes thought. Blow to his masculinity he figured it wasn't a bad place to be.

"Depends," Derek muttered, his face actually closing back down in front of Stiles' eyes.

"On?"

"Whether you want that relationship with me. Alpha and pack dad are not mutually exclusive," Derek shrugged not meeting Stiles' eyes.

"Dude if the whole lip lock, me trying to suck your lungs out thing didn't get the point across use your damned nose!" Stiles shook his head.

"So I don't have to lock you away in my house until you fall in love with me?" Derek said seriously before smiling a little when Stiles blinked at him open mouthed and clearly lost as to what to say.

"You know Disney films!" Stiles grinned patting Derek's chest, and trying not to get distracted by the feeling of those muscles underneath his hands.

"Isaac likes to watch them," Derek flushed.

"Well in answer no, you don't need to go all beauty and the beast on me. Fairly sure it would be a waste of time considering your throwing me into walls and vertical surfaces seems to have done the job, though that could be the concussion from the steering wheel!" Stiles glared.

"Sorry about them I was just…"

"Pulling my pigtails?" Stiles grinned amused.

"Yeah," Derek nodded looking enough like a kicked puppy that Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Come on Sourwolf, let's go find your puppies before they damage something," He said taking Derek's hand and making his way to the house.

"Our puppies," Derek said smugly.

"I just hope they are toilet trained," Stiles smirked at the sounds of protest that echoed from the house which showed that the pack had been listening to their conversation, by the scowl on Derek's face he realised this as well.

"Does this mean Mommy and Daddy aren't divorcing after all? Cause I'm telling you been through that already once," Lydia said dryly from where she was leaning against the door way of the living room.

"Stiles," Isaac smiled shyly dropping from the upstairs floor to the downstairs and bounding over. "I got the hot chocolate mix you use and everything that you put into it, in case you ever stopped by again," the teen gripped his hand and towed him towards the kitchen.

"Did you say hot chocolate?" Boyd appeared from seemingly nowhere.

"Yup, if someone gets the cups," Stiles had barely finished speaking when Erica was lining the cups out in front of him.

"Does someone not like hot chocolate?" Stiles asked.

"Everyone does, why?" Lydia frowned.

"We're a cup short," Stiles said shortly.

"No we're not. You, Derek, me, Lydia, Isaac, Boyd," Erica tapped each mug.

"Ok then," Stiles nodded just as Derek started puffing up. He shot the alpha a calming look and pottered around making the cups. "Ok guys, Derek here's yours, Isaac, Boyd," Stiles handed the cups out before picking two up, when the girls held their hands out he walked passed them.

"Stiles you've left a mug empty, and we're here!" Lydia frowned.

"No I haven't. Me and Jackson," Stiles called over his shoulder.

"You're…what punishing us!" Erica spluttered as everyone trailed after him up the stairs.

"Yup. I can't make you run laps around the house or anything like that so I will do it my way," Stiles nodded firmly.

"Actually, with a little time and prolonged exposure as my mate you will be able to. You're going to be taking the place of the Alpha mate," Derek muttered distractedly as he sipped from his mug. "Though I think withholding this might be better," He hummed licking his lips.

Stiles grinned at him happily before walking into the room he knew was Jackson's from Isaac's tour of the house. The other teen had buried himself into Stiles' blankets again, curled up on himself. Stiles hurried over to the bed and set the mugs down on the bedside table before he crawled onto the bed with Jackson, going with his instincts and wrapped Jackson in a tight hug.

He blinked a little surprised when the bed dipped behind him before Derek's familiar strong arms wrapped around him and Jackson and hugged them close, though it was different to be being hugged by Derek rather than threatened. Isaac crawled onto the bed and whined as he nosed Jackson's arm before situating himself to hug the teen that was projecting misery even to Stiles' human senses. Boyd plastered himself practically half over, half on top of Isaac and rubbed his face over Jackson's shoulder just as Derek started up a calming rumble.

After a little shuffling Jackson shoved his head into Stile's chest and reached back with one hand to grip Derek's shirt, his other hand linking fingers with Isaac. Stiles tries to ignore the rising feelings having Derek pressed against him is causing because, hey even if he knows he is allowed to doesn't mean that he wants to have them while snuggle puppy/lizard piling on Jackson's bed. Derek makes a grumbling noise that obviously means something because the next thing Lydia and Erica are creeping from where they are standing in the doorway onto the bed and making their way halfway up it before flopping half on top of Stiles, half on top of Derek or Jackson, but both move their hands to touch Jackson.

"Everyone is pack, no matter if they're werewolf, Kanima or human," Derek says firmly.

"But I am drawing the line at adopting any vampires, fairies, were-felines, ogre's etc," Stiles adds smoothly getting a laugh from everyone on the bed except his Sourwolf, but the sparkle in his pale eyes tell Stiles that he's amused. Jackson's laugh is a little weaker than the others, and he snuggles even closer into Stiles than he already is which is a pretty impressive feat, but he settles down.

Five hours later Stiles feels as though he is being slowly baked alive and is fighting with his top to try and get it off around all the werewolf/Kanima hands, arms, bodies….even Lydia's leg from where she has somehow spun herself so she is lying diagonally across most of them.

"'iles?" Derek muttered blinking and looking around blearily.

"Its ok, just trying to prevent myself from cooking alive," Stiles murmured back. He couldn't prevent his shiver when he felt Derek's large hand soothing up his rib cage underneath his shirt, biting down on his lip to prevent the moan that wanted to tumble from his lips as Derek helped him out of the shirt but then carried on the soothing rubbing of his ribs and stomach.

"Mm, you smell like me, mate, like us," Derek hummed rubbing his cheek to Stiles'.

"How can I smell like your mate? I mean does it have a different smell?" Stiles asked turning a little in Derek's grip to be able to see his face, soothing his own hand down Jackson's back when he made a noise of protest in his sleep.

"My scent on you, it has a trace of arousal to it rather than the…home smell the rest of the pack's scents smell of. The further along in our relationship we get the more you will smell of my mate.