I relazed several things, as I was backtracking through this story. I had errors in Chapter's 1 and 2. So I went back and fixed those errorrs.

One of them, was Derek mentioning Stiles having ADHD. Which, before I just put him as having ADD but since Stiles is four in this story, him having it, to where it's a bit more extreme, will be more fun to work with. Sides, the boy fidgets so much, and flails, might as well be ADHD.

I also said that his will NOT be SLASH. But you know, I also said that about Camera Arguments where I said they weren't going to get together and they did. So with this, I have no control over how my brain works (well I do) but as I'm writing the outline changes and well, whatever get's written, get's written. Though I have some control, I can't control my subconscious.

On ward!

It was a little past nine when Derek found himself on the floor of the Stilinski home. The lycan was sprawled out, on his back, one arm behind his head and the other draped across his stomach. Stiles was sitting about an arm length away playing with a box of legos. Derek watched in fascination as Stiles built. Stiles' brow was scrunched, eyes showing he was in deep concentration, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth. Another habit -Derek noticed- that carried over into the teen years. "Some things never change," Derek mumbled to himself.

Stiles turned to him showing Derek that he had constructed a car, "Look," he cried, "I made a car Derek."

Derek smiled at him, "Nice job Stiles."

The little boy grinned at him then he turned back to the box to continue building. Derek watched for a few more minutes. The lycan reached over running a hand over the boys back when something hit him. If Stiles had ADHD, how in the hell was he concentrating so hard on building.

"Stiles!" John called, "I'm going to work come say bye."

The four year old scrambled to get up and ran to the sheriff's giving the elder a tight hug. "You be good again okay."

Stiles nodded.

"I mean it Stiles. Please don't go running off okay, I don't want to lose you."

"I sorry daddy."

John smiled at his son and hugged him one more time, "It's okay, I love you, you know that right?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

Stiles' eyes widened, "No daddy tonight."

"I have work late today and I won't be home till tomorrow."

"Mommy coming back soon?"

The sheriff took in a deep breathe. It was killing him to lie to the boy, but it was for the best. Stiles would flip out if he found out that his mom was gone. "Not yet."

Stiles eyes drifted down, "Okay."

"You'll be here with Derek."

The four year old bit at his lip, hands closing into a fist. "But..but Derek's friends..I-I they.."

The Sheriff exhaled loudly as he gripped his son by the arms. Stiles looked back at Derek then to his dad. He stood on his tip toes, "They take him away from me."

Derek sat up at this comment as he made eye contact with the Sheriff. John looked at him eyebrows raised he mouthed, 'Do you know why he's saying this.' The Alpha just shrugged and shook his head. The Sheriff turned towards his son, "They mean well buddy, and they are friends with Derek too."

Stiles nodded, "Okay."

"Besides, you'll drive Derek crazy if it's just him and you all the time."

The four year old grinned at this statement. The Sheriff reached a hand up ruffling the boy's hair, "Okay, so give dad a hug and kiss and I will see you tomorrow."

Stiles hugged the sheriff tight placing a big wet kiss on the elder's cheek. "Be safe daddy."

"I will," the Sheriff smiled at his son as he stood up. "Derek, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Derek called out to him, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I appreciate you staying here with my son."

"It's no problem," Derek said, "besides, I'm the main reason he's four again."

The Sheriff laughed, "Yeah, very true, later Derek."

"Later John."

Stiles clutched onto Derek's pant leg as they walked around the mall. Derek was planning on buying Stiles more clothes since they hadn't gotten that many yesterday. It was also a good way to get out of the house because, well, the lycan wasn't about to spend the whole day in a house with a four year old. They were just passing the game store when Derek heard his name being called. The lycan turned around to find Danny and Jackson standing there with grins on their faces. "Hey guys," Derek greeted giving both teens a handshake in greeting.

The little boy frowned as he clutched Derek's pant leg tighter, "Let's go," he whispered.

"Give me a second," Derek told the preschooler.

"I'm researching, I promise," Danny rushed out, "Just taking a break."

Derek eyed him suspiciously, "You sure Daniel?" he asked full naming the goalie.

"Yes! Ask Jackson!"

Jackson put his hands up, "Hey, don't involve me."

Derek sighed, "Don't worry Danny I know you're trying and I don't expect you to find anything quickly nor do I expect you to research all day every day."

Stiles was tugging on Derek's pant leg again, "Derek," he barked, "let's go!"

"Someone's bossy," Jackson commented as he eyed the four year old.

Stiles glared at him. Jackson raised an eyebrow, somehow, the four year old managed to make his glare threatening. "Did you teach him to glare," Jackson asked.

"Nope," Derek answered as he looked down at the four year old, "Hold on okay Stiles," he said to the boy.

Stiles huffed, his brown eyes darkened as he glared at the ground, the boy buzzing with anger. "Whoa," Jackson said, "he is pissed."

Danny knelt down so he was eye level with Stiles. He reached out to try and touch him but Stiles stepped back. "No," he cried.

"Okay, no touching," Danny breathed.

Stiles huffed as he stepped back to where he was hiding behind the Alpha wolf. Danny tried again, reaching for the four year old. He simply shook his head when Danny's hand was inches away. "What's wrong Stiles?"

"Go away," Stiles mumbled.

Derek craned his head looking down at the boy, "Hey Stiles, that's not nice to say."

The four year old tightened his hold on Derek's pant leg. "He's gotten attached to you already," Jackson commented.

"Really," Derek said sarcastically, "What gave it away?"

Jackson glared, "Just pointing it out Mr. Alpha Wolf."

Derek glared at him, a hand reaching to cuff the blonde on the back of the head. He then reached down running it through Stiles' hair. "Hey, enough," he said, voice firm.

"My Derek," Stiles mumbled as he hugged the Alpha's leg burying his head into the back of Derek's leg.

Danny's eyes widened, "Okay, I'm going home to research now before this gets out of hand."

Jackson sent a wave to Derek as the goalie pulled him away, Danny waving goodbye as well shouting a "I'll call if I find anything."

The Alpha stood on the spot confused as he looked down at Stiles. The four year old was still hugging his leg. That was new, Stiles being possessive. He wasn't like that when he was, well when he was older. Well he was to some extent, over that blasted blue jeep and any type of snack that he prepared, but towards a person, no. "What's with you?" Derek asked as he tried to pry Stiles off of his leg.

"No," Stiles mumbled.

Derek exhaled, "Stiles," he said, "enough and let go of my leg."

The little boy shook his head, "No, no my Derek."

Derek's body shook slightly as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He seriously wasn't cut out for this. Yesterday had to be a fluke of some sort, instincts is what Derek put it down too, what the Sheriff put it down to as well. But this, how do you handle a four year old who won't look at you, talk to you and well, is possessive. "Stiles, I can't walk if you're attached to my leg," Derek explained.

Stiles lifted his head a bit and Derek took the opportunity to walk ahead. Stiles eyes widened and he cried out when Derek caused some distance between them. "Let's go," Derek called to him.

The four year old huffed as he ran towards the elder. His hand gripped at Derek's pant leg again as they continued walking. Derek took note that Stiles was still emitting small spurts of anger. The lycan glanced down at him, "Hey," he said, voice gruff, anger etched in the tone.

Stiles bristled, fist clenching tighter. Derek's eyes darkened, "Enough Stiles."

Stiles continued to ignore him, brown eyes staring at the ground. Derek knelt down, fingers tilting the boy's head up so they were look at each other. "What's the problem?" Derek demanded.

"I-I…I don't," Stiles exhaled loudly stomping his foot.

"Calm down," Derek breathed, which was stupid because he himself was far from calm.

The four year old glared at him, "No, you-you angry too."

"Well, I'm an adult and I'm angry because what you pulled back there with Danny and Jackson, that wasn't nice at all," Derek growled.

Stiles huffed, "But but…my my," the four year old pulled at his hair stomping his foot again. He then formed a fist and began hitting his head.

"Stiles!" Derek barked, "don't do that!"

The boy just breathed in deeply, as he did again, "Stiles," Derek yelled alarmed, "focus buddy focus."

"You say just Derek and Stiles day today and-and Danny and Jackson ruin it," Stiles rushed out, "you promise! It's not nice to break a promise!"

Derek went to speak again but Stiles beat him to it, "I-I want to-," the four year old exhaled loudly as his shoulder slumped. Eyes down to the floor again. "You my Derek, not anyone else's," he mumbled.

Derek's eyes widened and his whole demeanor shifted. What the hell just happened? The lycan didn't want to know, was this one of Stiles' ADHD moments. Do they have moments? He really needed to research more on the topic. The Alpha let out a small sigh and brought Stiles into his arms. Stiles hugged him back, hands gripping Derek's shirt as his body shook from anger, and Derek noticed something else. He couldn't pin point it, there was so much going on at once, it was like Stiles' body was buzzing with so much energy. "Okay buddy," Derek soothed as he allowed all the tension from his body to dissipate.

It took Stiles a while to calm down and a bit of bribing which Derek was sure, was not a good idea. Bad parenting skills, but he wasn't Stiles' dad, more like his Uncle? Uncle sounded old, caretaker sounded worse. Alpha. That counts, Stiles was still pack. Whatever he was to Stiles, he wasn't a parent in anyway shape or form, so him bribing the preschooler wasn't bad parenting skills.

The Alpha turned and looked over at Stiles who was standing by one of the mirrors placed in the store. The four year old was breathing onto the glass, fogging it up a bit and drawing on the condensation. Stiles grinned as he wrote out his name. Derek shook his head as the boy's antics and returned his attention to the jacket that was on the clothing rack. He looked back over at the four year old, "Stiles," Derek called out.

Stiles looked over for a second then back at his reflection. Derek sighed as the little boy breathed onto the glass again. "Look Derek," he cried out as he wrote out his name again.

"I see," Derek sighed, "now come here, let me see if this hoodie fits you."

"Okay."

Stiles crossed the short distance between them and Derek handed the pre-schooler the navy blue hoodie. Stiles slipped it on and looked up at Derek with a grin, "Well?" Derek asked, "fit okay?"

Stiles nodded, "Yes," he answered he then looked up at Derek and asked, "Can I have a jacket like you?"

Derek laughed, "I don't think they have jackets like this in your size."

"Oh."

"Besides," Derek said with a smile, "Your dad would kill me if you came home dressed like me."

The four year old grinned, his tongue poking out of his mouth in amusement at the comment. Stiles looked over at the rack that Derek had taken the jacket from. "I have the purple one?"

Derek looked taken back at the question, "You want the purple hoodie?"

Stiles nodded, "Mhmm, yeah."

"Okay, purple it is."

It was late when Derek climbed into bed. The Alpha didn't bother pulling back the covers, he just plopped down onto bed, head buried into the pillows. Just as the Alpha closed his eyes he heard the sounds of Stiles' bedroom door opening and the little boy's footsteps stepping down the hall. 'Please, please don't come in my room' the lycan pleaded silently.

The Alpha groaned when the door to the room opened and Stiles stood on the threshold. "Stiles," he groaned, "go back to sleep."

"I stay with you?"

This is where Derek was going to draw the line. The little boy was crossing many already. First off, the Alpha was turning soft because he was giving in to what Stiles wanted. Second off, he was allowing himself to get to close the boy, like on the verge of being emotionally close. And Derek swore that, that wouldn't happen again, he was trying to be cautious. He liked to think he was close with the pack, they were friends, but they weren't that close. And if they tried to get close to him, he ended up pushing him away. And Derek found it difficult, to comfort them, when it was so out of his element. Stiles was better at it. The brunette was always good at reading people and being there for them.

"Derek?"

The Alpha growled, "No Stiles. Now go back to bed."

The little boy whimpered as he closed the door to the bedroom. Stiles trudged down the hall bypassing his bedroom and made his way downstairs. The four year old sighed as he approached the box of legos that he had placed on the coffee table. Derek groaned when he heard the sounds of the toys being dumped onto the ground, "John, you deserve an award of some sort, I don't know how you did it."

Exhaling loudly the lycan got up and made his way downstairs. Stiles was in the floor surrounded by little pieces of colored blocks. "Stiles, I said it's time for bed."

Stiles' eyes flashed up at him for a moment then back down onto the blocks. "No, not tired no more," he mumbled.

"Oh for the love that is almighty," Derek mumbled as he looked up the ceiling, arms spread wide, "if your lesson was to torture me, it's working."

The Alpha plopped himself down onto the floor, laying on his back, one arm behind his head, the other draped across his stomach. He watched Stiles for a few moments as his eyes slowly began to drift shut. The Alpha's eyes snapped opened, now he was allowing Stiles to cross another line, he was being the boss, not acceptable. Derek reached over gripping Stiles' shirt, "Hey!" the little boy cried.

Derek grinned as he made quick work of laying Stiles down the little boy pressed into his side. Stiles struggled but finally settled down. "Sleep," Derek ordered.

Stiles let out a yawn and nodded, little hands reaching up to grip Derek's shirt. "Night Derek," he mumbled.

"Good night Stiles."

Derek let out a sigh as his eyes drifted shut. He felt himself slipping into dream land his eyes snapped open again when he felt Stiles get up. The little boy's footsteps could be heard running up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. Derek listened carefully as Stiles came bounding down the stairs again and appeared dragging the blanket from Derek's room. The little boy plopped himself down next to Derek, the Alpha wolf covered the boy up, along with himself. "Goodnight Stiles," "Derek sighed, "sleep now, I'm tired."

Stiles nodded, "Night Derek."

Thoughts? Yes? No? Maybe? Review please?

OH! Interesting fact, last chapter where Stiles was calming Derek down by saying "Easy."
That actually happened to me at work.
I was a bit on edge and frustrated because one of the kids wasn't listening to me. So another child, who was eating snack turned around and said, "Teacher, teacher, easy, easy."

And I just nodded but I didn't calm down like I was till tensed so the child said it again, "Easy, teacher easy."

And I nodded again but he didn't believe me, which I couldn't blame him, wouldn't blame him. Because I was still tensed. So and he said it again, this time, hands coming up, going in like an up an down mostion as he said it again.

Of course that worked and I said to him, "Okay, Emerson okay."

He turned around with a grin and continued to eat his snack.

And now when that child see's me like, getting on edge or frustrated, he comes up to me and says, "Teacher, it's okay, easy."

And it works.