SHMOOP.

Ya'll are great! I originally wasn't going to put in this chapter but someone commented on how it would be nice to see how allison and scott worked things out and i thought this would be a cute little quick thing to add in. Honestly, i could've made their talk about it A LOT more dramatic- but i don't like bad feelings and I feel like allison still preserved her badassery here. Heh. somehow i made it into a pack bonding chap to, so my b.

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Scott lay on the bed, digging his face into the pillow in an abortive movement to get the thoughts away from his mind. He groaned and clenched his teeth, sighing when he felt a soft touch on the back of his neck.

"Hey." He heard Allison's voice say in that gentle tone she always used when he was upset. The fingers on his neck rubbed in warm circles on his skin and he felt his muscles relax, his wolf sighing in contentment. Yeah, he really had no doubt that Allison was his mate- neither he nor his wolf could imagine ever being as invested with another person as he was with her. She was amazing. And that word held no testament to awesome she actually was.

She was kind, generous, loving and smart and funny and everything that Scott loved, things he didn't even realized he loved until he met her. She was as gorgeous as they came, so beautiful it almost scared him with the thought that she could do so much better. Despite all her beauty and love though, she was a fighter too. Being raised in a tough family left no room for weakness in her character, she could handle herself in any fight, could stand up to the best of them without a hint of hesitation on her features.

She was quite literally the perfect human being.

He sighed and turned his head, letting one eye take in the picture of his girlfriend above him, brown locks framing her face, eyes shining as she smiled down at him. She was curled in the blankets, bare after their latest bout of sex. She smelled good, smelled like happiness and him and her and everything that was good in the world.

"Hey." He said sleepily. She smiled even harder, if that was possible.

"C'mon, turn over, let's talk." She stated. He groaned and rolled his eyes but he followed her command, flipping onto his back. She curled up into him, resting her head on his chest just below his chin. He held her in his arm, stroking her soft skin absent-mindedly.

"It's really freaking you out, isn't it?" She asked.

Introducing the entire concept of… whatever it was that was happening with the pack was a little difficult. It involved a lot of stumbling over words and very flustered expression until she had finally yelled at him to tell him what was going on. It had been… awkward, at best. But he knew he sucked at explaining things so once he had told her the gist of all of it he had simply handed over the book Peter had given him to allow her to research it herself.

She was hurt when it all came out- that part was definitive. He could smell it on her, and it pained him to know that something he didn't even really want to do (he only kinda wanted to because of his wolf) was hurting her. She had cried, and then he had cried, and then they both cried together about it. The entire situation was very unmanly, now that he thought about it.

But once Allison had gotten past the tears she settled into a logical frame of mind. There was no way in hell she was going to make him leave his pack. There weren't any loopholes, at least none that the text stated. There were honestly no drawbacks, seeing as having a pack bitch was for the good of the pack. He had voiced it very early on that he had never wanted to be with someone other than her, that she was the only one for him. Ever.

And she had believed him, because she knew how much Scott loved her, knew how much he didn't really want this. But she also knew that Scott had a pack and that he loved his pack and everyone in it no matter what the situation. And she knew that his pack loved him back. They wouldn't do anything to harm him or hurt him in any way.

Scott honestly believed that she handled the situation way better than he was.

So, Allison being Allison, firmly told Scott that he would do it. And of course, he freaked out. He screamed about how he would be cheating on her, how much he would hate it, and he never stopped talking about the baby. Which, admittedly, was a huge deal. A baby was kind of a long term thing. But then in the middle of his rant Allison had simply asked him one question.

"You're going to ask me to marry you, right?"

She of course knew the answer was a yes- Scott wore his heart on his sleeve. He had fidgeted and tried to come up with a way to affirm her without letting her know anything of the plan he was devising to actually ask her. She had simply rolled her eyes and explained her argument. They were financially stable, had a big enough apartment that they planned to get rid of in place of an actual house in a few years anyway, and were both old enough, had started thinking about children- wanted them even.

They could raise it.

Scott had brought of the argument that it wouldn't be their child. Not really. Allison countered with a frown and the fact that it she would love it like it was hers so it would be her child no matter what. And plus, they could always have another together. And it didn't violate any of the rules- so there was no problem.

And then Allison soothed Scott's worry by throwing him down on the bed and having sex until he didn't think bad thoughts anymore.

"Yeah. I guess." He admitted, kissing the top of her head.

"I thought the whole idea of what we just did was to stop you from freaking out."

"And it did. But… still."

"Scott, babe, it's ok. I promise."

"You were upset." He said, breathing in. "And you still are. I can smell it on you."

Allison rolled her eyes but he didn't see it. "Yeah, okay, I am. Who wouldn't be? But look," she said, pushing herself up so she straddled his waist, smiling down at him. His hands went to his hips and he groaned.

"I'm the only one you truly love, right?"

"Of course."

"I'm the only one you truly want, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well then. We both know that Allison can be a little naughty," She said smiling, leaning down to place a quick kiss on his lips. "So maybe she thinks the whole situation is a little… hot."

She ground down on his crotch and he cursed, hands tightening on her waist.

"I swear you have a higher stamina than any werewolf I know." Scott admitted breathily.

She smiled. "You're going to do this. And we're going to love this baby like it's our own, because it will be. We'll have- wait, what was it for them?"

"Six months."

"Damn. Anyway, we'll have six months to get everything together and be ready to welcome our newest baby into the world. And then we'll have as much sex as possible until I'm pregnant with your babies. And then whenever you decide to ask we'll get married and have a big happy family."

"Fuck, I love you so much."

"I know. Now here's the deal. You're going to call Derek and tell him. Then we're going to have sex until I'm sleepy- and I'm on top. Yeah?"

Scott smiled at her and reached for his phone on the nightstand, barely grabbing it.

"Great idea."

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"Good. I'm glad everything's alright with you guys because there's an interview tomorrow. Yeah. Okay, good night Scott. Say hi to Allison for me. Alright, bye."

Derek hung up the phone and took a huge sigh of relief as he relaxed, putting his fingers over Jackson's ankle and rubbing the skin there. The boy lay on his stomach shirtless, having just gotten out of the shower, head resting on the arm rest on the other side of the couch. It was nearing midnight, but they had settled down together two hours ago to watch TV. They weren't really invested in whatever was actually on, but it was a nice distraction. It sort of became a mini cuddling session.

"What happened?" He asked sleepily, raising his head slightly to look back at Derek.

"Scott said he's in."

"Really?" Peter asked from his place on the loveseat, where he and Isaac were spooning. Isaac was the little spoon, naturally. Boyd was out with Erica on their weekly date night.

"Yeah."

"Good," Peter said, nuzzling into Isaac's curls. Isaac had fallen asleep an hour ago with Peter wrapped around him but he pushed back into the warmth the man's body provided. "I'm sure there's a catch though."

"He wants to keep the kid."

"That's not a problem is it?" Jackson asked. "I mean, it is kind of his kid."

"Yeah, if he wants it he can have it. He and Allison will raise it, as long as it's not excluded from the pack."

"What are the chances of the kid being human?"

"It's not very large. Pack bitches are a little more human than werewolf when compared to us, but most children born of bitches are were's. But it could be human, doesn't matter though. We'll love it just the same."

He saw Peter push Isaac's hair out of the way with his nose to get to a little patch of skin just behind his ear. The man placed a few soft kisses to it, obviously taking in his scent. It was nothing majorly sexual or overt, just a light gesture of more intimate affection for the younger wolf.

Derek wasn't all that surprised to see that Peter knew about Isaac- the man had years of experience of being around werewolves that could back up all the knowledge he had. He was thankful none of the other betas had noticed- he wouldn't tell them until Isaac was ready.

"So what happens tomorrow if the interview goes well?" Jackson asked.

"Well, I'll bring him here to meet you guys."

"We get a say in it?"

"A pack bitch is a community commodity," Peter said, trying to cuddle further into Isaac's form. "All wolves get a say."

"Cool. And if we all say yes?"

"I offer him the bite."

He saw Jackson smirk that steadily turned into a yawn. "This is exciting," He said sleepily. Jackson pulled down his feet and switched his orientation so that his feet lay on the armrest on the other side and his head lay in Derek's lap. Derek smiled as he ran his fingers through the younger boy's hair and he watched Jackson's eyes slip shut. He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Jackson's temple. Jackson liked to act like a hardass most of the time, but Derek knew he really liked stuff like this. Soft touches and caresses- Jackson liked affection almost as much as Isaac.

If he were the same guy he had been five years ago he would have been embarrassed by how much affection he showed his betas. He used to think affection was a sign of weakness, a sign of a weak Alpha. His father had always said he was a lot more affectionate as a child than any other cub was- he used to hate himself for it. But he soon came to realize that it made the pack stronger if he showed how much he cared about them. With simple touches and kisses- it reaffirmed his care for them. Now he couldn't really help himself if he gave Jackson a kiss on the cheek or Isaac a head rub. Hell, even Boyd got a hug more often than not.

He sighed and clicked the TV off, looking over at his uncle who was falling asleep.

"Alright, sleepy time for the Hale pack." He said. Jackson groaned and pushed himself up reluctantly. Derek stood and took his hand, starting to lead him to his room. He saw Peter somehow maneuver himself up without waking Isaac. He bent down and gathered him in his arms, carrying him bridal style into Derek's room.

His bed was the biggest in the place, perfect for when they all slept together. Which was really often. When they reached his room he felt a tug at his shirt and he smiled as he let Jackson pull it off of him. Peter placed Isaac on the bed and slowly took of the boy's shirt, his own following soon after. The shirts blocked all their natural scents- it didn't really feel right to wear clothes most of the time, and it was basically sacrilege when sleeping. They slept better if they could all smell each other. Jackson crawled into the middle of the bed, pulling back the sheets and lying on his side, Peter putting Isaac next to him. Isaac shivered a bit from the loss of warmth but began to inch towards Jackson until his nose was buried into the hollow of the boy's neck, Jackson pulling him close and wrapping and arm around his waist. Peter turned off the light as Derek inched in next to Jackson, pulling his back against his chest, Peter doing the same with Isaac.

Soon, everything settled down. Isaac and Jackson took up the middle, the elder Hales spooning the two. The only sounds in the air were the soft breaths of the wolves in the room with him. He loved when they did this, when they all shared themselves with one another, combining heartbeats and breaths and scents. It smelled like family. It smelled like pack. He nuzzled into Jackson's hair and closed his eyes, letting sleep pull him under.

PACK FEELS.
AW JACKSON.
AFFECTIONATE!DEREK.
I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO BE SO SHMOOPY. APOLOGIES.
NON-INSANEANDACTUALLYKINDOFADORABLE!PETER

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