(Yes I used the word Spark and I don't care.)

The knocking at the door stopped him, standing in his kitchen with a triangle slice toast handing out of his mouth he leaned back and looked towards the front door as if he was unsure he heard right. But after a few moments he fell back wards losing his toast to the floor as another knock came from his front door. Scrambling to his feet Stiles threw the slice of toast in the bin and walked to front door. He thought if it was Scott or any of the other pack they would let themselves in, Deaton would appear and scare the shit out of him and Derek would use the window while Chris would ring the doorbell or the back door.

He open the front door and looked up and down the street before he heard a garbling babbling and he looked down at the small child on his doorstep. He stood there almost rooted to the spot as he looked down at the 3 year old warped up in a thread bare blanket. Stiles looked up with almost a gasp "WAIT!" He called out as he ran out to wards his jeep and stood looking up and down the street trying to see if anyone was there. "Wait." He whispered as he saw nothing. He sighed as he looked back at the front door with a golden brown eyes and inky black curls…why did any one do this… he thought as he walked back over to the child with the wobbling bottom lip. Panicking at the tears welling up in the boy's eyes Stiles bent down picked up the little boy "Shhhhh good boy that's it don't cry for uncle Stiles." He said as he walked into the house. Once inside as he closed the door to front door and looked down at the bright brown eyes and little round face "Hello there." The teen whispered softly as he smiled at the boy. He saw dirt on the boy's face and hand "I should clean you up but I need to call my dad." He told him as he walked into the living room.

Placing the brown eyed boy on the sofa and pulled the moth eaten blanket on the floor and winced as he saw the mud and what looks like blood stains. He turned back to the boy and started to look him over for wounds and cuts. His clothes were well worn and had some holes but he couldn't see any wounds "Well you look healthy don't you." Stiles smiled as he tickled the boy's stomach making him giggle. He could see the child was well fed from his cheek rosy cheeky cheeks and his baby fat not showing any bones. The teen saw a bit of paper sticking out of the boy's blanket and pull it out before unfolding it he saw it was a letter 'Please take care of Harry.' It read, he flipped the paper over to see if anything else was written and found nothing there …how short… Stiles thought "Now why were you left on my door." Stiles said out loud as Harry started to make a fuss.

Harry whispered and held his hands out to Stiles making a grabby motion at him and the last things Stiles need was burst ear drums so he bent down and picked up the curly haired boy and placed him on his lap "Maybe you need something warm to eat." Stiles said as he Harry kept fussing as Stiles moved his hand up to check his forehead only to have the boy bite down on Stiles hand.

At first the Stiles froze and felt his breath hitch as he looked down at the blood appearing around Harry's lips and then trailing down his hand and dripping onto the sofa. Stiles looked down at the toddler and winced as he tried not scream as he felt the tiny fangs sliced though his skin. His eyes widen even wider when he saw the child's eyes flash red at him and fear started to build in his gut at the thought of what has happen. "S….STOP!" Stiles yelled at the dark haired toddler and he yanked his hand away wincing even more as he put the boy back on the sofa and stood up holding his bleeding hand. Harry made a whimpering sound making Stiles look back at him blood was now dripping down his little child and his bottom quivering lip as he threaten to cry. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry for shouting." Stiles said quickly and he warped his bleeding hand up in a tea towel he left on the coffee table. Harry still sniffed and whimpered at Stiles as the teen looked at him in shock "A tiny alpha." He chuckled weakly at himself.

Half an hour later…

Deaton arrived at Stiles house Stiles open the door and let him as he held his injured hand to his chest. That is when the vet sees the teen's hands warped up in a bandage. "What's happening?" He asked as he walked into the house and heard a playful growl and then watched a wolf cub running around the corner of the living room and crashed into the table and back flipped back on his bell and looked up and yipped at Stiles "Is that!" Deaton gasped at the wolf pup

"Yep." Stiles sighed

"And he...she…"

"He." Stiles mumbled

"He is an alpha?" Deaton asked, as the pup came up to Stiles and pawed at his legs. Stiles bent down and picked up Harry and stood back up and looked at Deaton and growled when the vet reached out to touch him only to have the pup snap at his fingers.

"Stop." Stiles warned Harry and went back to licking Stiles neck. "Any how yeah he's an alpha and he was left on my door step and he bit me." Stiles held out his hand as the puppy changed back into a 3 year old boy with thick black curly hair and naked "God damn it where are your clothes!" Stiles hissed as the boy nuzzled into Stiles neck still growling at Deaton. As they walked into the living room "So I am guessing you have never seen an alpha pup?" Stiles asked him.

Once finding Harry's clothes and redressing the cheek 3 year old alpha Deaton looked at Stiles hand. While the bandages started to peel away with Stiles wincing and hissing at it felt like his hand was on fire "I washed it under the tap." Stiles as Alan looked at the torn skin on the fleshy part or his hand between the thumb and index finger

"Was he angry?" Deaton asked as he pulled a few bottles from his bag and started to pour some onto a tea towel and placed it on his hand

"NO!" He cried in pain "No…he was fussing so I picked him up to stop him from crying and he munched on my hand." Stiles sighed as he watched Harry curled up a sleep next to him like a cat

"When did he bite you?" Stiles picked up his phone with his good hand and looked at the time

"Half an hour ago." Stiles told him

"Good I think you are out of the woods." Deaton tells him, Stiles let out a deep sigh that he didn't know he was holding as he looked into the vet's eyes. "Right if it's not healed by tomorrow come and see me." Stiles and what are you going to do about Harry?" He asked the teen.

"I need to call my dad and tell him we have a small fury problem. Then I'm going to call Derek and Chris and see if any of them ever heard of a pup becoming an alpha." Stiles said as he held his phone

"Stiles you have to be careful with this, I don't think he was placed here because his mother just picked your house. I think they picked you because you are part of a pack." The man said "I have heard of children accidently becoming alphas and not handing it well or other family members killing the child because of it."

When John got a call from Stiles about the toddler a few things ran though his mind, one he just wanted to go home after this shit shift and chill with a small glass of whisky and two his son had been bitten by an alpha who happens to be a toddler and three there was a three dead people in an upturn car. So when he dragged himself though his front door the last things he wanted to be met with is Derek Hale, Alan Deaton and Chris Argent standing his living room.

He walked into the living room and saw his son standing in the middle of the room holding a toddler named Harry. Stiles looked at him as he looked at his dad with a shy and guilty look all at one. "Okay can someone tell what the hell is going on?" He asked, as he watched the three other men look at him

"He's an alpha." Chris shrugged as he points to the boy as his eyes turned red and growled at them and held onto Stiles.

"I can see that." He said

"He's scared to many people. " Stiles said told him with a small smile

"Harry has created a bond with Stiles." Derek told him, John still looked like he was going to flip his lid as he looked at the bandage around his son's hand. "Alpha children are rare to hear about because many are killed. A guardianship is often made between an alpha child and the first Spark they met." Derek looked at Stiles, the teen frowned and looked down at the little boy who was sucking his thumb

"Why does everything boil down to the spark?" Stiles asked

"Its how the supernatural world works, Derek has an alpha spark, and Scott has a true alpha spark." Deaton told him as Stiles frowned at him

"I can make mountain ash out of very little doesn't make me Harry Potter." He mumbled

"No but an alpha child will be able to pick up on it, I don't think he would have bitten you if you didn't have one." The vet said with that smug look that say I know something about this shit so listen and deal with it.

Taking a deep breath John walked over to Stiles and to the brown eyed boy whose eyes were still glowing blood red and growled a little at him "He doesn't like me." John muttered, Stiles smiled a little and reached out and touched his dad's shoulder making Harry lift his head and looked at where Stiles hand was resting and the growling stopped.

"What about who ever left him?" Stiles asked, returning to the problem at hand. Then John remembered the car crash and the empty baby car booster seat in the back, he stumbled back and sat down

"Oh god why didn't I think of this sooner." He growled to himself as he buried his head into his hands as he made everyone look at him.

"Dad?" Stiles called out to him as he sat down next to him.

"There was a car crash a couple of hours ago, there was baby's seat in the back but no baby." He said as he rubbing his head realising it's going to be an even longer night. "I forgot all about it until now." He said as he looked at Harry's small face

"Any survivors?" Chris asked to the quiet room, for a while the Sheriff didn't say anything and no one else talked either

"No."