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I'm exhausted, but I'm in a good mood, due to the fact that work was just so awesome today.
Good day.

So I decided to give you guys an update. :-)

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Oh and I wrote a little bit of something on my tumblr blog. Well my writing one that is.
I wrote a snipped where Derek and Stiles are both four.
So if any of your are interested in that. Here is my blog:

agentdouble0(dot)tumblr(dot)com

So if you do check it out, share your thoughts.
I can't think of anything to make it a chapter fic right now, so I decided little snippets should be good.

So onward yeah!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the characters

Stiles grinned as he bounded down the stairs. "Park park!" he yelled as he skidded into the kitchen, "I ready Derek!"

Derek turned and smiled softly at the four year old, "Ok hold on."

"I'll be a good listener," Stiles breathed, "I promise Derek."

Derek nodded, "Alright."

Stiles bit at his lip, "I promise, I be good boy," he whispered, "okay Derek."

The Alpha's eyes widened as he rushed forward and enveloped the boy in a hug. The last thing he wanted was having Stiles upset again. "I know," he whispered.

"Can we go now?"

"Yeah," Derek smiled softly, "Let's go."

Stiles sighed as he watched Derek buckle him into his booster seat. "Der?"

"Yeah Stiles."

The four year old sighed, "We okay right?"

Derek looked taken back at the question. "What do you mean?" he asked softly.

"You not mad at me?"

"No of course not," Derek rushed out.

Stiles nodded, "Good," he breathed, "I not mad at you too, okay Derek."

"I'm glad to hear that Stiles."

"The Park!" Stiles yelled as he ran onto the playground.

"Stiles," Derek called out, "come back here."

"Yeah?"

Derek plopped himself down on the park bench, "What are the rules Stiles?" he asked.

Stiles took in a deep breathe, "Be-be nice to the other kids."

"Yes that is true, but what else?"

"Umm," Stiles looked down, "I forgot Der."

Derek shook his head, "Remember to stay where I can see you alright?"

"I promise Der."

Derek reached over and grasped the boy, "Alright Stiles," he whispered again, "I don't want to lose you."

"I promise," Stiles said with a nod, "You won't lose me."

"Okay, go ahead."

Stiles grinned as he ran off towards the big toy. Derek looked straight ahead as he watched Stiles climb around on the playground. It was now day, Derek didn't know, he lost track, he stopped counting. The last few days threw him off because the last few days had been nothing but a roller coaster of emotions. Stiles regaining his memory was doing wonders for the pack. Not to say it was a bad thing, because it really wasn't. Stiles loved being around the other pack members which Derek was grateful for, because it allowed him some breathing space. Of course the four year old still was quite attached to Derek, which Derek didn't mind at all.

The bad part was, well, Stiles was aware of what they were, was aware that his mom was gone and Derek was sure, knew something was going on between him and well, himself. Fuck that made no sense, Derek groaned to himself as he ran a hand over his face.

He couldn't shake the feeling off, that Stiles was in there somewhere. Teen Stiles was in that four year old body. It made no sense, of course nothing from the conversation he had with the pack last night made no sense, and if it did, it didn't register. He was too busy, to focused on the fact that he had hurt Stiles' feelings. And Stiles was aware of that. That made Derek's head hurt and his heart ache. The Alpha let out a shaky breath as he shook the thoughts from his head. Derek was looking up now, eyes scanning the playground. The lycan suddenly tensed, Stiles wasn't in his field of vision anymore. "Stiles?" he called out

Nothing.

Derek stood up, ears straining to see if he could ear Stiles amongst the noise. Derek felt his heart race as a sense of dread rushed over him. The lycan's heart hammered in chest as his eyes scanned around the playground and that's when he heard it, Stiles was talking to someone.

"Who are you here with?" the person asked.

Stiles inhaled sharply, "I-I here with my friend," he whispered.

"Oh, who's your friend?"

Stiles took a step back, "His name Derek and I go now, he be mad at me."

Derek growled under his breathe and he felt his wolf growl as well. The lycan made quick work of finding the little boy and the stranger by the swings. Stiles was standing by one of the swings, his hands grasping the chain and the stranger was kneeling in front of him. Derek felt his wolf growl again, his eyes flashing red when the person reached out to try and touch Stiles on the arm. Stiles took a step back, "I-I go now," he rushed out.

"Is your-"

The stranger didn't get to finish, Derek was already bounding towards them, "Hey!" he yelled, "get away from him."

"Derek!" Stiles cried as he let go of the swing and ran towards the Alpha.

Derek embraced the boy tightly. The lycan inhaled sharply trying to see if the stranger had done anything to the four year old. He felt tears stinging at the corner of his eyes. "Are you okay?" Derek asked softly, voice shaking a bit.

Stiles nodded, "Yes, I okay."

"He didn't hurt you did he?"

"No."

"Did he touch you?"

"No, just talking."

The Alpha let out a sigh of relief, "Okay good."

The stranger from the swing stood up as he watched the pair. "Is he your son?" he asked.

"No, I'm his friend," Derek answered, "And I would like to know why you were talking to him?"

"Well, I thought he was here by himself because I didn't see any adult around."

Derek's eyes darkened, "Did you think that I would leave him alone, here, by himself."

"Oh no." Lie.

Derek felt his wolf growl again.

"I wasn't trying to sir, I just, I just wanted to make sure."

"Well thank you," Derek ground out as he tried to remain calm, the wolf scratching at the surface.

The stranger just nodded as Derek walked away from him. Stiles was still quiet and it was then that Derek noticed that he was crying. The little boy's body was shaking as tears fell from his eyes soaking Derek's shirt. "Hey," Derek whispered softly, "what's wrong?"

"I sorry," Stiles whimpered, "I no mean to make you angry."

"Oh Stiles, I'm not angry at you."

"I sorry I not listened," Stiles cried out, "I sorry I being bad listener, I try not to Der!"

"Shh," Derek soothed.

Stiles shook his head, "I no want to be bad boy, I want to listen this time, I want to!"

"Hey," Derek said softly, "I'm just glad you're okay."

Stiles let out a shaky breathe as he slowly calmed down. "I broke my promise."

Derek held the boy tighter, "You didn't," he whispered, "You didn't okay, you tried to get away, I saw."

"He was trying to take me away," Stiles whispered.

Derek's eyes darkened, body tensing, "No one is taking you away," he ground, "I promise you."

"He said, I not go with him, he take you away."

"I'm not going anywhere," Derek told the four year old, "Remember, I told you, I'm not going anywhere Stiles."

"You not go away?"

Derek shook his head, "No, I'm not going anywhere."

The four year old sighed, "I still want to play." He looked up into Derek's eyes, "I go back and play?" he asked softly.

The lycan took in a deep breathe, "No, not back there."

"Why?"

Derek continued walking again in the direction of the Camaro. "Because I said so."

Stiles frowned, "But Der, I still want to play."

"I know but I don't want you on the playground anymore," Derek explained

"But Derek, where am I going to play?"

Derek sighed as he opened the passenger door to place Stiles in the back seat. "We'll go to my house okay. You can run around."

"I get sticks?" Stiles asked as he watched Derek buckle him

"Yeah, you can get sticks," Derek answered as he ducked out and slammed the door shut.

The lycan walked around to the driver's side and slid in. "You can do whatever you want," he said as he slipped into the driver's seat.

"Derek?" Stiles asked as the lycan leaned over to start the car.

"I eat dirt?"

"No, you can't eat dirt!" Derek cried out.

The four year old grinned, "You say I do whatever I want."

The Alpha rolled his eyes but grinned as he turned to face the four year old. Stiles was smiling at him causing Derek to smile too. Good thing four year olds forgive and forget about meltdowns and arguments and fast too. "So I did."

"I won' eat dirt, no worry.."

"Okay good," Derek said as he turned around to start the car.

The four year old let out a content sigh, "Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"You my best friend."

Derek took a quick glance back at the four year old, "Yeah?"

Stiles nodded. "Mhmm."

"Well thanks Stiles."

"Der, I your best friend?"

Derek laughed. Stiles looked at him, eyebrows raised waiting for the lycan's answer. Derek focused his eyes back on the road as he contemplated the answer. Derek knew what Stiles was looking for. He looked into the rear view mirror again and eyed the four year old. Stiles was patiently waiting for an answer. Of course you are, Derek thought. The Alpha took in a sharp breath and let out a whine. He couldn't take it anymore, he just wanted Stiles back. The grins, the head tilts, the questioning looks and the quick flashes in the boys eyes all reminded Derek of teen Stiles.

"Der?" Stiles asked softly breaking the Alpha from his thoughts, "I your best friend right?" he asked again, "I sorry about yesterday, I sorry I not listening to you, but I promise, I listen now."

So much for four year olds forgetting. Derek looked into the rear view mirror. He saw Stiles' eyes flash again and Derek's heart hammered in his chest. "I not mad at you," Stiles whispered as he looked down into his lap, "I not mad that you hurt my feelings."

The Alpha's grip on the wheel tightened. He took in a sharp breath as he turned around to face the four year old, "Stiles hey," he whispered.

Stiles looked up at the Alpha, "Yeah?"

"You're my best friend too," he said softly.

Stiles smiled up at the Alpha, "Good," he breathed.

Derek stuffed his hands into his pocket as he watched Stiles. The four year old was a few feet in front of him, running, jumping but stopping every once in a while to pick up a stick. The four year old had about six sticks in his hand, held in a tight grip. "Stiles, wait a minute," Derek called out when his phone went off in his pocket.

Stiles stopped and turned to face the Alpha wolf, "Okay."

Derek sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the electronic device a quick glance at the screen indicated that it was Scott, "Yeah," he answered as he nodded to Stiles to continue walking.

The little boy grinned as he faced forward and began walking again, every once in a while he would hop and stop, looking back at Derek before continuing on again.

"We're at my house, I'm letting Stiles run around," the Alpha answered.

"I thought you said you were taking him to the park?"

Derek sighed, "I did but some guy was talking to him."

"Did you recognize him?" Scott asked.

"No, and after that, I really didn't want to stay."

Scott exhaled loudly, "Yeah"

Derek reached up and ran a hand through his hair, "I thought I almost lost him again."

"You didn't though, and he's fine right?"

"Yeah, he's fine, he's safe."

"Okay."

The Alpha sighed, "So, is there a reason you're calling?"

"Yeah, we're going to stop by again, if that's okay, we just, we want to make sure everything is okay, especially after yesterday…." Scott rushed out trailing off as he neared the end of his explanation.

Derek had a feeling he knew what Scott wanted to say. After yesterday, everyone seemed on edge. Hell everyone was still on edge. Derek felt like he was in a roller coaster of ups and downs and Stiles wasn't helping it any. But he couldn't blame the four year old. "Derek?" Scott called out, "Hey Derek you there?"

"Yeah," Derek breathed, "We'll see you guys tonight."

"Yeah."

"Alright, later Scott."

"Bye Derek."

"Derek?" Stiles called out.

Derek pocketed his phone, "What's wrong Stiles?"

"Look," Stiles said as he pointed a finger to a person that stood a few feet away.

"You!" Derek cried as made eye contact with the hooded figured.

"Nice to see you again Derek," the figure said

Derek's eyes flashed red, "You'll forgive me if I'm not ecstatic to see you."

The figure just nodded as he turned his attention towards the little boy, "Hello Stiles, can you come here a second please?" he asked.

Stiles shook his head as he took a step back. "Stiles come here," Derek ordered softly.

"Okay," the little boy answered as he slowly turned around.

"Stiles," the figure called out, "I need you to listen to me."

"You stupid son of a bitch," Derek threatened, "you don't get to talk to him."

"I just want to ask him something."

"NO!" Derek roared, "I don't fucking think so! In fact why don't you turn him back already!"

"Have you learnt your lesson?" the figure asked.

Derek growled again, eyes glowing read, "YES!" he roared, "DAMN IT! WILL YOU JUST GIVE ME SITLES BACK!"

"Well-"

Derek growled again, "PLEASE!" he yelled, "I JUST WANT HIM BACK!"

The hooded figure tilted his head to the side as he took in the scene before him. He lifted a hand and Derek saw red. The Alpha growled as he bounded towards the hooded figure. "Stiles!" he cried out when Stiles started to scream as a blinding light filled the area. Derek let out an angry howl when he heard Stiles scream his name and several seconds later he blacked out.

"Derek!"

Derek groaned as he thrashed his head from side to side.

"DEREK!"

The Alpha gasped as he shot up, "Stiles!"

"Whoa easy Derek," Stiles breathed.

Derek turned his attention to where the voice was coming from. The Alpha took in a sharp breathe, Stiles wasn't four anymore. The brunette was back to his regular seventeen year old self. "Stiles?"

"The one and only," Stiles grinned.

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