Guys, I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things.

Work is looking up, I just go great news today. I am so stoked for what will be come of the news.
Personal life is off and on.

My Grandparents have been staying at the house and I love them, I love that they stay over because I rarely see them and I haven't seen them for a long LONG while. And when they stay over they go grocery shopping and buy snacks. :-). I cooked chicken today and my Grandpa said he liked my cooking. That just made me smile a lot.

I won't delve into the other part.

But a shout out to: Mordraugsereg for talking to me and listening to my rambles and what not.
That helped out a lot.

But onward, yeah?

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, nor do I own the Characters.

7:30

Derek groaned when he felt movement on his bed. His eyes snapped opened when the movment continued. "Up Derek!" Stiles cried as he jumped up and down on the mattress.

"Stiles," Derek barked, "not now, Derek is still tired."

"But I'm not!"

"Well that's too bad," Derek growled as he buried his face into the pillow.

"I'm hungry Der."

Derek sighed as he sat up, "Of course you are," he yawned, "let's disregard the fact that I'm not and I'm tired and I really just want to go back to sleep."

Stiles licked at his lips, "Personal problem," he answered.

The Alpha rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up, "Alright, alright, let me get dressed."

9:00 A.M

It had been about an hour and a half since he had gotten up and Stiles dead set in making his life a living hell. Derek was sure of it.

"I don't want a haircut!" Stiles yelled, "I told you already!"

"Yes, you did but your hair is still a disaster it needs to be fixed."

"Don't want too."

"Well," Derek sighed, "it's not a choice!"

"I DON'T LIKE THAT CHOICE!" Stiles yelled as thrashed about in the chair.

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose, "Well I'm sorry bud."

"I-I you," Stiles huffed as he stood up and picked the chair up and chucked it to the side, "Stupid!"

"Hey!" Derek yelled, voice booming, "you do not say that, you hear me Stiles."

Stiles let out a scream as he stomped his foot and kicked at the wooden chair, "Stupid idiot" he screamed.

11:00

"Stiles!" Derek yelled, "Why the hell is the dining table covered in marker!"

"I don't know," Stiles answered.

Derek rolled his eyes as he followed the four year olds voice. He found the four year old in the family room building with legos. He raised an eye brow as he took a note of the four year olds appearance. Both arms were covered in marker and there were smudges of ink all over his face. "Let's go and clean up," he ordered.

"Don't want to," Stiles whined.

"It's not a choice Stiles," Derek sighed, "you can't go around covered in marker."

"Is a tattoo Derek," the four year whined when Derek was leading them into the kitchen.

"I see that," Derek said, "but we both agreed that if I were to buy you markers you are to only color on paper."

Stiles huffed as Derek took a wet rag to the four year olds arms. "Well I don't like that no more."

"Well, I don't like the fact that you aren't listening to me today," Derek ground out.

"I-I want to listen," Stiles mumbled.

Derek sighed, "Alright then start making good choices.

"Kay Derek."

Derek was sure Stiles was out to get him. The four year old had to be out to get him. That and teen Stiles was somewhere in that four year old's mind and aiding in making his life a living hell. Apparently the four year old wasn't doing his best to make good choices. He was doing the complete opposite and was being totally defiant.

"Stiles!" Derek yelled as he bounded up the stairs, "Stiles get over here right now!"

"NO!" Stiles yelled back from his bedroom.

Derek growled. This was not working at all, if anything he was now going backwards. He's lost his cooland had done nothing but scream and yell. But he always managed to bring himself back and calm Stiles down, but the four year old just wouldn't let up. What scared Derek was that one of those times where he was yelling at the preschooler he actually came close to hitting the four year old. "Stiles Stilinski!" Derek roared, "get over here right now!"

Stiles stood in the doorway of his room, "I-I not listening to you anymore!" he cried as he slammed the door.

Yeah, he lost it. Goodbye, composure and keeping cool out the fucking window. Derek inhaled sharply, one of his hands had formed a tight fist. The wolf inside him was growling, itching to come to the surface. The Alpha took in another deep breath but it came out shaky with a mixed grow that reverberated from his chest. He was losing control. Derek opened his eyes, both were a dark red. Growls and snarls were escaping him now and he felt his canines growing and his claws coming forth.

With the little self-control he had Derek turned around and bounded down the stairs. He threw open the back door just in time as he felt a rippling course through his body, clothes tearing as he now stood on the back porch of the Stilinski home, full Wolf.

The Alpha let out a low whine as he tilted his head back and let out a loud howl calling his pack members to him. Derek laid down resting his head on his paws as he listened carefully for the pack to come to him. He was also listening in on Stiles. The four year old was still in his room but he was shaking and crying. Derek sat up and let out another whine when he heard Stiles' heart skip a beat.

"Derek!" Scott yelled as he appeared in the backyard, his wolf features already gone, "what the-"

The wolf nodded in greeting then gestured to the house.

"He okay?" Scott asked as he approached the wolf carefully.

The wolf shook his head, ears drooping as he laid back down on his paws. Scott's eyes widened as he ran past the wolf and into the house. Scott ran up the stairs and threw open Stiles' bedroom door. The four year old jumped from his spot in the corner of his room. "Stiles," Scott breathed, "Stiles come here buddy."

Stiles stood up running towards him, "Scott," he mumbled.

"Hey," Scott whispered, "what's wrong?"

"Derek," Stiles whimpered.

"Did he hurt you?" Scott asked alarmed as he looked at the four year old, eyes scanning over his body.

Stiles shook his head, "No, he not hurt me."

The Beta let out a sigh of relief when Stiles' heart stayed steady. "What's wrong?"

"He got mad and-and he growl lot," Stiles explained, "I hear a loud howl" at this Stiles was covering his ears, "it scare me Scott."

"Well, he's a werewolf remember?"

Stiles nodded, "Yes."

Scott smiled, "He just wolfed out buddy, that's all."

"Oh…"

Scott was now placing the four year old back down on the ground. The Beta knelled in front of him, gripping the preschooler's arms. "Did you do anything to make him mad?"

Stiles bit at his lip as he looked down to the ground, "I not listening to him," he breathed.

"Now why is that?" Scott asked softly, "thought he was your best friend?"

"He is."

Scott tilted his head to the side, "Then why are you not listening to him?"

"I don't know," Stiles breathed.

"Are you-"

Scott didn't get to finish his question, Danny was talking down the hall way towards them. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Derek didn't hurt him," Scott answered, "just scared him is all."

Stiles nodded, "I heard loud howl."

"How's Derek doing?" Scott asked as he stood up.

"Still wolfed out, he's still upset but more calm"

Stiles looked up at Scott a hand came out to grip his friend's wrist, "I see him?"

"I don't know," Scott answered, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please?"

Scott looked over at Danny. The other teen raised an eye brow and shrugged as if to say, it's your call man. Scott bit at his lip as he looked down at his friend. "Okay."

"I'll warn Derek," Danny announced as he turned around.

Scott stood in the kitchen listening closely to Derek and the others argue outside. He had Stiles in his arms, the four year old hiding his face in Scott's chest.

"Derek!" Jackson barked, "Stop being stubborn."

Derek's eyes darkened as he let out a threatening growl.

Jackson threw his arms in the air, "Oh for the love that is almighty!"

Danny rolled his eyes as he placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder, "You're not helping."

"Sorry," Jackson whispered.

Danny sighed as he turned towards the Alpha Wolf. Derek was hiding, well attempting to hide behind the porch swing. He was dead set against Stiles coming outside and seeing him all wolfish. But his Betas kept on insisting. If a werewolf could throw a tantrum, well this what one looked like. "Derek," Danny sighed, "he's fine, you should just let him see you, besides it'll be good for him, so we can explain that when you get like this, you're fine and that there's nothing to be scared of."

Derek shook his head and let out a huff. He lifted a paw and slammed it down onto the wooden porch.

Jackson sighed, "Dude! That doesn't happen all the time! You lost control, it happens, but at least you knew you were going too and got out of there and signaled us for help.

He shook his head again, baring fangs.

"You're not going to hurt him!" Danny yelled, "You're calm now and you're just making yourself angry, in the words of Stiles, stop being a sour wolf."

Derek glared at him as he plopped himself back down to the ground. He let out a whine as he hid his face underneath his paws.

"I don't know why you won't change back," Jackson sighed.

"So, we're bringing him out," Danny pressed, "okay."

Derek didn't get to continue because the back door was opening and Scott was outside holding the four year old in his arms. Stiles looked at Derek with wide eyes. He squirmed in Scott's arms till the Beta got the point and let the four year old go. Stiles was slowly walking towards Derek one arm stretched out. "Der?" he asked.

Derek lifted his head up and slowly crawled towards the four year old. Stiles bit at his lip as he took another step, "Is me," he whispered, "Stiles."

The Alpha continued to make his way over and Stiles did as well. The four year old jumped a bit when his hand touched the tip of Derek's nose. Scott tensed when Derek opened his mouth but it passed when the Alpha licked at the four year olds palm. Stiles grinned, "Derek nice," he said happily.

The wolf grinned as he inched himself even closer to Stiles. Stiles let out a little whimper as he hugged the Alpha's head, "I sorry Der," he whispered, "I sorry I not being good listener."

The Alpha set lout a sound between a whine and a grunt. He opened his mouth catching Stiles' shirt between his teeth. Danny's eyes widened as he surged forward to pull Stiles back but Scott was stopping the goalie. "He's fine," Scott assured the goalie.

Danny took in a deep breathe but nodded as he stepped back. Stiles laughed as he tugged his shirt back, "No my shirt," he told the wolf.

Derek's eyes flashed with something. The Alpha was tugging at Stiles' shirt again. Stiles got the point. He turned towards the pack members, "Derek needs clothes," he told them, "Go Jackson."

Jackson scowled, "ME!"

Stiles nodded, "Yes."

"Why me!"

Stiles sighed as he turned to face the blonde, "Cause I say so and sides, Danny no need to go through that-that mean thing again."

Danny's eyes widened and Derek let out a chuckle. Jackson opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out as he closed it. Scott was crossing his arms, "Well you heard him," he said, "Go Jackson."

The blonde nodded as he bolted into the house and returned later. With a pair of jeans, a shirt and a pair of boxers bundled up in the clothes. "I am never doing that again," he breathed, "I should not be rifling through our Alpha's clothes."

Stiles gripped the clothing in his hands as he handed it towards the Alpha wolf. Derek grasped the material in his mouth and then dropped it to the floor. He nodded towards them and lifted a paw out as he twirled it. "Turn round!" Stiles yelled as he turned his back, the others following suit.

Derek watched with an amused expression as he got dressed. He stretched for a few moments to get the kinks out of his body. He let out a content sigh and it was as if Stiles knew that Derek was back to his normal human self. The four year old was turning around and jumping in Derek's outstretched arms, "Hey buddy," Derek breathed.

Stiles grinned as he hugged the Alpha tightly, "You back," he whispered.

"Yeah," he nodded, "I'm back."

"I'm sorry," the four year old mumbled.

"I'm sorry too," Derek said back, "The last thing I want to do Stiles is hurt you-" Derek paused as he took a deep breathe, "I don't want to hurt you again, I don't want to hurt you ever."

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