John looked down at his grandkids, he was speechless as he looked up at his son who had a sheepish look on his face "Surprise! I know I was." He said, still John didn't know what to say as he looked down at the one grey pup one black pup and one red fox "I know you're thinking how on Earth did this happen? Ummm well Deaton said it was something to do with my spark connecting to Derek's spark but as to why they look like puppies is well… I don't have a clue but they should turn into human looking babies pretty soon." He smiled weakly at the man who still as of yet said nothing.

"Who?" John suddenly said, Stiles looked wide eyed at his father because he knowns that the Sheriff was listening to very word he was saying. So when his father asked who it wasn't 'who is the man who did this to you?' it was 'who did you say it was?'

"Derek."

A few thing happen one the Sheriff started to pace, two he started ranting about cutting off Derek's balls and feeding them to the police dogs. Then he stopped and looked back at Stiles as he tried calm the pups and kit down who was whimpering at their grandpa's yelling. "Dad I know you're upset please don't yell around them." He asked, as he picked all of them up and held them close letting them nose at his chest whimpering

"Sorry- sorry." He said as he walked over to Stiles and pulled him in for a hug. Stiles did the same as his pups and kit and nuzzled his father's chest. "I just can't warp my head round this." He told him

"Tell me about it I'm still trying to warp my head around this to." Stiles mumbled.

Later on that day…

Stiles stood in Scott's room looking at a 17 year old Derek Hale. His eyes turned to Scott and looked at him as if he was waiting for his friend to tell him this was a joke but Scott just shrugged "I'm not joking this is Derek." The other teen looked at him with confusion. Before Stiles could say anything teen Derek jumped Stiles and pinned him to the bed and started to sniff him "Hey!" Scott yelled as he tried to pull teen Derek off Stiles.

The teen version of Derek snarled at Scott flashing his amber eyes at him before he looked back down at Stiles and buried his face into the teen's neck breathing in his scent and growling softly as he nuzzled Stiles stomach "Whoa there still feeling a bit sore." Stiles said, as he watched Derek rubbed his face into his stomach pulling his shirt up to feel his skin

"Derek get off Stiles." Scott growled flashing his red eyes at him but it seem Derek wasn't listening as he started to like Stiles stomach.

"Derek!" Stiles yelled as he felt the tongue swipe cross his skin.

"Maybe I should leave." Scott said, Derek stood up and growled at Scott and then ran at him.

Stiles bolted up and watched as Derek started to attack Scott, the true alpha eyed widen as he dodge the swung of a claws "Derek!" Stiles yelled as he stood up to stop the fight. Scott was trying not to hurt Derek but the young wolf seem out of it and started to shift "I WILL TAKE YOU TO THE PUPS!" Stiles yelled. The wolf stopped and stood up taller and Stiles that teen Derek is now older Derek and had turned to face Stiles his eyes back to neon blue "I will take you the pups." Stiles whispered as he held out his hand

"Pups?" Derek softly growled, his face still wolfed out

"Two pups and one kit." Stiles smiled at him as a clawed hand closed around Stiles smaller hands. Scott stood there panting as he watched Stiles mouth to him 'Sorry' as he lead Derek out his bed room and out the house.

Back at Stiles house Derek looked down into the small crib where the three small being were sleeping, he reached down to the fox kit and stroked the soft red fur "When?" He asked

"Mexico." Stiles told him softly "I didn't know, none of us knew until I went into labour I didn't even know…" Stiles stopped and looked at him with wide eyes as Derek walked up to him and lifted him up pushing him into the wall

"Mate." Derek growled

"What is with the one word answers?" Stiles squeaked when he felt something hard pressed against his thigh. The wolf nuzzled Stiles neck again as he kept growling softly that vibrated though his chest and against the teen's chest "Are we mates Derek?" He asked, A bit to his neck made him whimper and moan at the sharp wolf like teeth on his skin

"Mine… not alphas." Then it dawned on Stiles what all this was about.

"Oh… no not alphas but yours wolf man, only yours." Stiles whispered as let wolfed out Derek take over.

The pups and the kit never woke up once which Stiles was grateful for. When he woke up he was achy and sore the rain was hammering on the window witch seem to help dull his head ache. He heard cooing from the cot and that made him push himself up and look to see Derek was sat on the floor holding the pups and the kit in his arms…how could no one melt at that… He thought. Derek looked up at him and smiled "I'm sorry about last night, I panic." He whispered

"I understand, I think you just scared Scott." He told him, as he swung his legs around and grabbed a shirt off the floor wincing at the pull in his back

"Good, don't want him taking my family." He mumbled, Stiles bolted up right and looked at him with wide stare before letting a large smile form on his face as he stood up and pulled on a pair of PJ bottoms and walked over or rather limped his way over to them and gently sat down and looked at Derek

"He won't take us away Derek, you and me and the pups…" The front door banged and they heard John coming up the stairs "And my dad." Stiles added.

"Is he going to kill me?"

"De-ball you." Stiles muttered as the bed room door opens and John and Derek just looked at each other.