From Lawyer to Babysitter

Derek wakes up at the sharp sound of Arty crying. She is like a tiny puffy alarm clock, with the snooze button stuck on intervals of 15, 5, and 35 minutes. Arty is laying next to Derek on his bed, kicking her fat thighs and crying. The wolf stares at her as he tries to find 'what is it?' this time. Arty is clean, he feed her 50 minutes ago, she is on her favorite pillow and she is holding her favorite toy -a blue wolf plush. Experimentally, Derek takes her plush away, Arty makes a grabby motion with her hands, Derek returns the little wolf upside-down and the baby starts munching on the tail.

Five minutes later Derek is awaken by his alarm, the real one, and with a soft groan he stands ups, baby secure between his arms. They move to the shower, Derek makes sure the water is to a suitable temperature, and both step in the shower. His right arm is tired of holding Arty, but at least Arty appears to enjoy the water. She cries as Derek dries her. Derek dresses on his suit and observes Arty struggling to crawl across the bed. He glances to the alarm clock next to the bed, is seven and the new babysitter should arrive at any minute now. Getting Arty into her diaper was a fight, but it was a war to get her into her pretty green dress. She cries as Derek tries to brush her hair. He would allow her to be a little nudist but he wants to make a good impression on the babysitter, then maybe this one would stay … at least the week.

At 7:45 Derek starts to really worry, he feeds Arty and paces around the door.

Derek had been looking for a good babysitter for months. At first he was only accepting sitters who had experience with werewolves -which tend to be supernatural creatures-, but Arty's higher than human possible cries soon overwell all creatures with a heightened hearing. And human sitters were eventually wore down by Arty's feisty personality.

Arty struggles on Derek's arms, she kicks and throws her arms around on a failed intent to free herself. The wolf groans, is 8:15, he is officially late once again, Derek lets Arty on her big pink pillow on her secure playing area, and she screams to show her discontent.

He rings the sitter services, and starts making Arty's bag. He picks two blankets and three changes of clothes. The other line picks up, Derek gets from the refrigerator an apple puree, two meat flavored baby food and a 'chicken and peas.'

"Good morning!, Welcome to Baby's favorite~ Sitte-"

"This is Derek Hale." The voice on the other line goes silent, and Derek moves to retrieve the baby formula and some baby bottles.

"Good morning, Mr. Hale. How may-"
"Your sitter did not show up, and I'm half hour late for work." Derek fits random toys on any free spaces left on the baby's bag.

"I'm very sorry-"

Derek sighs out loud, the last three sitters did not last two visits and this one doesn't even show up.

"I'm not satisfied with yours company's services" Arty is still crying. "But I'm calling to let you know that I won't need your services anymore." Derek presses the red circle on his phone's screen, and moves to pick up Arty. The baby stops crying and starts chewing Derek's blue tie.

Derek doesn't even feel sorry for his beautiful car as he pushes the baby's cage to make space for the baby's chair (it's brown with pink paw prints). Arty fights with her father as he secures her seatbelt.

The ride was loud, Arty cried the whole way and Peter screamed through the intercom of the car about how late Derek was.

Every worker avert their eyes from Derek and his barely-calm-ready to explode child, all interns hide, Erica (who has experience with her own babies) shamelessly leaves the building and drags Boyd with her.

Derek turns to search for Isaac or Laura, the only kind souls who would say something like "*deep sigh* fine, I'll take her. Go to sleep." But instead he finds Peter staring at him through the glass of the 'interviewing' or 'make little interns fight each other to almost death -and every once in a blue moon actually hire someone' room. The man is sitting behind a long desk, two occupied chairs at his left and an empty one meant for Derek at his right. There is a young man at the center of the room sitting in a black leather chair looking uncomfortable on his slightly too big suit.

Derek is too tired to care as he proceeds to his office.

The man on the black leather chair and the light blue new suit looks at one of his interviewers, Peter Hale, who has stopped mid question to stare to the mirror wall.

"Could you repeat the question?" Stiles asks as respectfully as possible.

The man -Peter looks back at Stiles, but he looks annoyed -actually all the men look annoyed and Stiles feels like he already messed up this interview.

"Why should the new domestic branch of the company hire a criminal lawyer?" Scott McCall (his dear friend and only good enough reference that actually got him an interview with Hale corporations, asks.)

"And why should the 'Defence and Attack' branch of the Hale Company hire little baby you instead of any other less breakable lawyer?" Peter finishes.

Stiles feels his mouth go dry, he knew that him being a human would be a problem and that his lack of experience was a biggy -but he didn't expect to be so directly told both.

So, his mouth moves by its own.

"The expansion of Hale company on the domestic section is full of potential, and it offers a new audience to target -humans. Which might be a little shy to trust a supernatural mostly company, especially on a market with so many human options from more conservatives companies." Stiles looks for Scott who is smiling at him. "Having humans employees on the new branch, and a human lawyer to vouch for the products would make it more credible for humans. Since a good portion of the product is meant to help supernatural creatures hide their differences from humans on an everyday basis -having the approval of your humans employees would be essential."

Stiles looks at Scott who looks really annoyed, Stiles panics for a moment but Scott signs with his hand to calm down 'it's not you.'

"And to answer your second question…" Stiles looks at Peter Hale who is covering his ears, and Stiles could feel his blood boil in anger dangerously high.

Stiles clears his throat, but no one is paying attention, not even Scott. Out of habit he snaps his fingers and whistles shortly. That got the attention of the three men.

When Stiles understands how inappropriate that is for a job interview, even worst when your interviewers are werewolves -often stereotyped as dogs-, then it was too late.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Stilinski" Peter Says, and Stiles' legs carry him outside.

Before the weight of what just happen could hit Stiles, the sharp and loud cry of a baby hits him.

The horrible noise comes from an office and Stiles opens the door, just to check that said baby was not being murdered or something alike. The baby was crawling on the floor, her face red in an ugly over exaggerated frown, fat tears and snot falling like tiny waterfalls, and the terrible cries flowing from her throat. Stiles would had walked out if it wasn't for the father. A man wearing an expensive suit on his knees desperately searching for something on a extra large green baby bag, but by the baby cloths, foods and toys on the floor -it was not in the bag. He looks tired and on the edge of following his daughter on the party of tears.

Stiles has a soft spot for single fathers (who else brings their baby to their -no-baby-zone- work), so Stiles walks across the office and picks up the baby. Which is a terrible idea, no one should pick up strange babies without their parents permissions but it seems like Stiles' adderall was not working today.

"What is the big deal?~" He asks the baby who gradually stops crying. The baby seems distracted like she had never seen anyone like Stiles before, and she would be right.

'The big deal' Stiles thinks, besides not being hired, so no salary, therefore no way to pay college debt or the medical debts that still torture his father.

The man from the floor is now standing next to Stiles, and he takes in the miracle he is presenting -only interrupted by screams that did not belong to Arty.

"Your pooping machine's cries can be heard all the way in to the interviewing room while an interview was occurring!"

Peter's enters the office as he screams the lasts words, and stares angrily at Derek who 'huss' him instead and points to Arty. The baby looks at the screaming man, her face pink and ready to release hell.

"Did the scary man scare you?" Stiles coos the baby as he whips her face with the dinosaurs print Kleness he found on the desk, Arty lightly protests and pushes the colourful tissue away from her face.

"No, no~" Stiles continues "Do you want a booger face? No. Almost~. Done! Now, that wasn't that bad, was it?"

Stiles arms start to hurt under the baby weight, and he turns towards the father.

"Here, you can have her back." Stiles says with a smile, and continuous a little more self-conscious, "and sorry for just picking up your kid. You...you kinda look like you needed some help, and kids like me...so" The young man stops noticing that he is still holding the baby, and he turns to see to his ..ex-interviewer but the man has the same shock look on his face. Stiles clears his throat.

"I'm sorry." Derek says as he retrieves his daughter who immediately starts sucking on his damp tie.

"Well, I better ...leave" Stiles turns on his heels but Peter is blocking the door.

"Mr. Stilinski, " Peter calls and Stiles gives him his total (possible) attention. "Would you like to work for Hale corporation, as one of the chair holder's personal assistance?"

Stiles's could feel his face forming that grim that Scott dislikes, but Stiles' brain put one (accidentally offensive interview) and one (a single father that can't take a day off -?-) together and he got an answer he doesn't like.

"Really?" Stiles asks and he turns to see the baby being carried by her father. "May I ask what would I be doing?"

Peter laughs softly and mockingly.

"Aren't you sharp?"

"I'm a lawyer!" Stiles states, once his suspicion was confirmed "I'm sorry," He turns to see the pretty man and his daughter, before facing again Peter "but I did not study for so long to become a babysitter."

"Such strong principals, they must be helping you live very cozy!" Peter attacks and Stiles looks at the ground. He has been a freeloader on his best friend's apartment for almost a year. And he promised Scott, he promised everyone, that he would 'multiply' the borrowed as soon as he graduated. Now, almost four months out of school, and nothing but close doors on his not-quite-what-we-are-looking-for face. Stiles' brain screams to take the job, and Stiles' heart says to switch the tables.

"I have conditions!" Peter is surprised of how fast Stiles went from 'not my job' to 'this is what I want.'

"Oh, really?" Peter says, "Mr. Stilinski, I think you have misunderstood -this is not the kind of offer you put conditions to."

Peter seems very confident, but Stiles had seen the facts. Werewolf babies tend to be babysat by werewolf nannies, it's easier to explain the little supernatural tidbits, and any baby is normally babysat by someone with experience. This men are obviously rich enough to pay any agency of their choosing, and/or daycare. But they don't, which means is not an option. Instead they are trying to hire a man that they just meet to take care of the little girl...not good parenting to hire an stranger but it must be that they are really desperate.

Stiles looks at the father, a very handsome man with strong features, his hair messy from pulling early in desperation, his pink lips whispering soft nothingness on the baby's hair, and he has dark circles under his dark circles under his gray-green eyes.

"I'll write the contract, and we'll review it together during the next week. Then I'll agree and start working." Stiles enjoys to see the man break his expression for a second, but the man responds calmly.

"You will start immediately, this week -while you write the contract- it would also be a trial period for you. Next week we'll have enough information to decide if it is worth hiring you."

Peter looks at the Stiles, the young man appears to be sharper by every new sentence he forms, and is getting on Peter's nerves.

Stiles offers his hand out, to seal their conversation with a handshake, the man looks at the offending hand and turns to speak to his nephew.

"Take the day off to show him what he needs to know." Peter says last and leaves the office.

Stiles turns to see the father who looks like he wants to say something, but instead he just stays silence.