"Stiles, my mom's coming," Scott whispered, shaking his shoulder. In the early morning, Stiles must have drifted off to sleep. Now he was super groggy and groaned as he pushed Scott's face away. Scott fell back with a thud, then got up. "Come on! She's got work, she's stopping for like two minutes. Oh, and your dad said he'll be home at eleven." When Stiles didn't move, Scott ripped the covers off of him. He grunted angrily as he took his pillow and threw it at Scott.

"Why." Stiles whined, and then finally but begrudgingly sat up. He glared at Scott, who was changing into one of his shirts and one of his pairs of khakis. He stripped right in front of him, and threw his shirt on the floor.

"Come on," Scott begged, and then tossed a shirt with pacman on it at Stiles, along with a pair of pants. "Let's go down. If you miss her, she's not going to be happy."

"I know," Stiles muttered, and took off his shirt and pants. "Can you throw me a pair of boxers? I haven't changed in like two days."

"They're still good for another day, but sure," Scott said as he dug in Stiles' underwear drawer, then tossed the boxers to Stiles. He quickly changed, and then walked over and grabbed a pair of socks, leaning on his dresser as he put them on.

"I'm going to open the guest room door when we walk by. You know, to check on them. Like if they need something," Stiles said, steadying himself. "And if they do I'm probably not going to accommodate but you know, just the thought counts. It's too damn early to take orders."

"Is that why you never listen to coach? He's always your first hour. I think the principal is punishing him," Scott commented as he took a pair of socks and tugged them on as he sat on the bed. Once they both were fully dressed, Scott yanked open the door and they both tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the hall. As soon as Stiles reached the door, he slowly turned the door knob and peeked in. There was Derek, shirtless, cradling a passed out baby on his chest. She had on the same onesie they changed her into after the fire from last night, and it already looked filthy. After he bit his lower lip, he slowly closed the door and motioned for Scott to continue down the steps.

The two of them reached the bottom of the staircase and Stiles commented, "He's shirtless."

"Guy gets comfortable fast," Scott said as he opened the front door, and watched as his mother pulled in the driveway. "Hell yeah! Our timing is perfect. Okay, sit down in the living room." Stiles walked into the living room and flopped onto the chair, but turned around and gave Mrs. McCall a pleasant smile.

"Melissa," He exclaimed gallantly, and she rolled her eyes as she walked in and set down a first aid bag.

"Stiles. Can you live to graduation? Or is this the norm now?" She said with a hint of sarcasm as she moved to the chair, and then bent down. "Any cuts? Bruises? I'm going to listen to your chest."

"No, not to my knowledge, and okay," He said as she dug out a flashlight, shining it into both of his eyes.

"Pupils dilating like normal." She grabbed his wrist, looking at her watch. "Heartbeat normal. You feel okay? Stand up." He obediently stood to his feet, and she turned him around by his shoulder, then pressed her ear against his back. "...you sound perfectly healthy to me, but I told your father already he should have you go to a doctor."

"Aww, why?" Stiles groaned as he looked at her, "I sound perfectly fine. I just finished my antibiotics!"

"And you almost died running into a burning house," Mrs. McCall said in an authoritative tone, putting the flashlight back in her bag. "There was enough carbon monoxide in that house to kill you, I'm sure. How you managed to get out I don't think anyone knows. But now we have to look at the potential damage it might have caused to your lungs, and I can't tell you that. A doctor has to." She smiled as she put an arm around him in a half hug. "I'm glad you're alive. Don't do anything that stupid again. Leave that to the firefighters."

"Yes, Mrs. McCall," Stiles said with a frown, giving her a gentle hug in return. "I'll try not to run into any burning buildings."

"I'm serious, Stiles," She scolded, then leaned over and kissed Scott on the cheek. "Have a good day. And don't forget you have school tomorrow, so make sure your homework's done and you make it there on time. Love you, Scott."

"Love you too, mom, thanks." Scott gave her a warm smile. She walked out the door, and Stiles sighed as she left toting the first aid bag.

"I feel perfectly fine. I feel even better than fine, I feel great." Stiles objected to Scott, and Scott shrugged. "Hey, you hear that whining sound? Did a pipe break?"

They both went quiet, and a soft whining sound started up again. It occurred to Stiles that the whine sounded an awful lot like a young kid, and they did have guests upstairs. He walked up the steps and opened the door, looking in.

There was Luna, slapping her father's face as she whined for him to get up. Obviously after a hell of a night before, Stiles understood why he was sleeping through his child's baby bitch slaps. He walked over and picked her up, and she gave him a strange look. He put her on his chest and walked out of the room, quietly reprimanding her in a not-so-disciplinary tone. "You're going to wake up your dad and he's had a long day, so we're going to let him sleep." He said, and she clung to his shirt as he went down the steps. "Don't worry, I'm not going to drop you."

"What are you doing, dude? You just took the baby?" Scott said as he walked over, and smiled at her. "Awww, look at her bedhead hair. She's filthy though, did they change her after the fire?"

"Her outfit looked clean last night to me, I don't know what happened." Stiles walked over to the couch and sat down with her on his lap. "Who's the cute baby? You're the cute baby." She smiled at Stiles as he hid behind his hands, and then moved his hands and went, "Peekaboo!" She started giggling loudly.

"Aww, I want to try!" Scott walked over and sat by Stiles. "Stiles, wait, let's do it together." They both covered their face, and then Stiles nudged Scott when he expected him to peekaboo. "Peekaboo!"

"Peekaboo!" When Luna saw their faces at the same time, she started giggling harder, hiccuping. They laughed and then Scott rubbed her head affectionately.

"This reminds me I wanted siblings. My mom wouldn't tell me where they came from but everyone had them," Scott said, and then grinned. "Did you want siblings? I mean, we pretty much adopted each other after the first time we met."

"I don't really remember it, but my dad told me once," Stiles smiled as he booped Luna's nose with his pointer finger, and she grabbed his finger and rubbed her chin on his hand. "Said I annoyed the hell out of them for a brother. I'd come home when I was like four and tell him I took a vote in class and more than half the class had siblings already so he should work on that already. He said they thought about it, but then mom got sick and...I don't know, it just didn't pan out." He went quiet, and Scott understandably patted him on the shoulder.

"Sorry. Hey, look at her. Why is she doing that to your arm?" Scott pointed to Luna, who was rubbing her chin on Stiles' wrist now.

"I don't actually know. It's weird isn't it? She did that to me before." Stiles observed as he let the baby do whatever she wanted. She seemed entertained by it, so why not? "Maybe she doesn't know how to communicate well. Luna, Luna. Let's try talking." He tickled her sides, making her giggle so he could get her attention. "Say pa. Pa." Thinking he was doing something to amuse her again, she started giggling at his noise-making. "No, no, we're learning now. Pa. Say pa." She looked at him, tilting her tiny head.

"Pah." She said finally, and Stiles clapped happily. He held her up so she could stand on his lap.

"Ah! You did it, good job!" She smiled in response, her eyes bright as he leaned in closer again. "Okay, now say, papa. Papa."

She frowned, listening to him again. "...Baba."

"No, no. Papa. Paa. Paa." He said slowly, and she reached up to touch his mouth. He stopped talking, raising his eyebrows as she felt his nose. "Hey. You. You got my nose." She snorted as he tickled her again, and then sat her back down on his lap. Scott looked impressed as he stared at Stiles.

"I really didn't think you'd be good with kids," Scott admitted as Stiles frowned, and then added, "Guess we've never really been around any to test it out."

"I'm great with my cousins. Hey, we forgot to feed her something. You think she likes pancakes?" Stiles stood up, carrying her on his chest into the kitchen. "Who wants pancakes! Luna wants pancakes! And Stiles wants pancakes. Scott, does Scott want pancakes?"

"Scott definitely wants pancakes," Scott commented, sitting on a stool at the counter. "Here, let me have her while you do the pancake thing."

"You mean making the pancakes," Stiles said as he passed the baby, and Luna looked at Scott. Scott smiled as he set her in front of him on the counter and she slowly smiled back.

"Yeah, that. Look Luna! I have..." He looked around on the counter, then pulled a napkin from the dispenser. "A napkin! Look at this amazing thing! You can fold it, you can wear it as a hat," He put it on her head, and she giggled as she grabbed it, growling a little as she looked at it between her chubby fingers.

"It's criminal how cute she is." Stiles grabbed a pan off of the rack, and then got out a mixing bowl. He started mixing the ingredients together, and then whisked them as he watched Luna shake the napkin. "See, who needs expensive toys. Look how much that ten cent napkin entertains her."

"I know, right? She's having the time of her life." Scott watched as Luna tried pulling the napkin apart, and the napkin popped and ripped in half. "Wow, she's strong."

"Yeah, she is." Putting the frying pan on the stove top, he started frying up the pancakes. "Ridiculously strong."

"Do it again!" Scott said as he gave her another napkin. She looked at him, and then the napkin, and then tried tugging it again, ripping it in half. A small giggle escaped her lips as she started reaching for another napkin, and Scott retrieved it for her and gave it to her. "Oh my god, it's like watching the most amazing feat. Stiles, seriously. We need a baby."

"Scott, I don't think I have to explain to you how that wouldn't work," Stiles said with a grin, flipping the pancake. "Besides, if the Hales keep sticking around, we can just hang out with their baby. Baby borrowing. Sounds like a good business."

"Aren't you going to friend break up with him? I mean, I don't mind him now, we've been through so much. And you, I'll always be friends with you, just keep ripping napkins." Scott handed Luna another napkin, and she looked at it with the same curiosity as she did the first one.

"I don't know, he seems like he's down, it's a bad time. I mean, his house did just burn down, and yeah he might be in a gang but aren't we all in a gang?" Stiles said hypothetically, and Scott narrowed his eyes.

"...no?..."

"No, I just mean maybe his family is just weird. And the more I think about it the more I think if there is weird crap going down, maybe we should be friends with the family of hulks. Who knows what kind of weird crap is out there." Stiles said as he put a pancake on a plate, and then added more mixture to the skillet. "But I'm going to find out what the hell they're hiding."

"How? They're like cultish and cliquey. I doubt they're going to tell us." Scott handed Luna another napkin, now a bit absentmindedly. "It's not like you walk up to the hulk and go, 'hey, you're strong, what's your darkest secrets you don't want anyone knowing about'."

"I know. I'm working on it, okay." He put another pancake on the plate, then made another, and another. Scott was handing Luna napkins, but now in his distraction he started watching Stiles.

"Maybe we can like, I don't know...look up their family history. How long they've been in Beacon Hills."

"I tried that. Everything at the library is like blotted out or checked out. It's like the Hales have been hiding their family history for years." He started dishing out the pancakes, and then handed Scott a plate. "Okay, Luna, here comes the- Scott what the flying fuck no! Cough it up!" He yelled at the top of his voice, startling Luna. He dug his hand past her lips. "How many? How many napkins have you let her eat?!"

"I-I wasn't paying attention! She dropped three - oh god, she's been eating them this entire time?! I kept passing them!" Scott looked at her with his hands on his head, panicking. "Oh god, what do we do with her!"

Stiles kept feeling around in her mouth, but there wasn't anything but gums in there. "Oh my god, she's actually eaten them," She looked at him with interest. Removing his finger from her mouth, he put a hand on his forehead as he looked at the napkins. "Okay, maybe it's no big deal, it's just paper, I mean, people digest paper, right?"

"Yeah, I used to eat paper," Scott breathed heavily, "That scared the hell out of me, Stiles. We can't be parents."

"I know, this is terrible, I mean, you almost broke the baby." Stiles said, grabbing the plate of pancakes. "Maybe you should call your mom and like, double check. I mean, I don't want her getting all blocked up in there from paper. No one wants a baby that can't poop. ...or maybe they do but they also fear it? I don't know. I just don't want her exploding."

"I'll go text her." Scott got up and walked to the door, running into Derek. Derek gave him a glare as he said,

"Where's my daughter?" Scott gestured nervously at Stiles at the counter, and Stiles swallowed as he held out the plate with a pancake on it to Derek. Then Scott took the moment of distraction to his advantage and slipped out into the living room.

"I made pancakes, she looked...hungry."

"Why are there napkins on the floor," Derek said, taking the plate suspiciously.

With a limp shrug, Stiles said cautiously, "Because...Scott was entertaining Luna. He tore up napkins to make her laugh."

Derek stared at Stiles, and then said, "She ate the napkins, didn't she."

Stiles looked at the door where Scott had left, and then said, "...yes. But she didn't eat that many."

The older male set the pancake plate on the counter next to Luna, and the baby reached over and grabbed the edge of it, tugging it over to her. "She does that." He commented after making Stiles worry for a couple minutes. Stiles glared at Derek, but was inwardly relieved. Derek tore up the pancake and gave Luna a piece.

"Oh thank god."

"You have to watch babies carefully because they try eating anything and everything." Derek explained as he gave her another piece of pancake, and gave Stiles a disapproving look. "She can tell when someone's inexperienced. She'll take advantage of that."

"She's like one, I really doubt she can sense our inexperience," Stiles said with skepticism, but then frowned and looked at Luna. Could she? Could she tell? He leaned on the counter thinking about it.

"When will your parents be home?" Derek asked as he fed Luna another pancake scrap.

"Dad. My dad will be home at approximately eleven this morning." Stiles said. As Derek took the moment to look at Luna, Stiles looked at the shirtless man. He was really ripped - his muscles were so defined he could have been an abercrombie and fitch model. It was sort of abnormal to see this really built guy being so gentle with a little baby. Somehow neither of them fit together, but it was kind of enjoyable to see. Like a unicorn.

"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" Derek asked blatantly, and Stiles covered up his face, looking away.

"Nope. No reason. Besides you not wearing a shirt. Kinda weird." Stiles said hurriedly. He heard the other chuckle.

"Well I guess that's my fault. My wardrobe is limited since the rest of it burned," He said, and Stiles winced.

"Yeah...forgot about that. I mean, you can borrow mine but...It probably won't fit. Probably not."

"It doesn't matter, I have to get her more clothes anyways," Derek said as he picked up a piece of pancake Luna had dropped, and she snagged it from his fingers with her mouth. "Hey, no biting." He lectured as she gave him a grumpy glare.

"She's got your forehead." Stiles said as he looked through his fingers at the baby.

"She's got a lot of me in her." He said with a smile, then pushed the plate back. "So your mother won't be home until after work?"

Stiles stared at Derek, and the other turned to look at him. When Stiles said nothing, Derek looked away and lifted Luna off the counter, getting up from the stool. "Divorced?"

"Let's just say me and her have a lot in common." Stiles commented as he motioned to Luna, and Derek frowned.

"Sorry. I didn't mean..."

"You didn't know." Stiles shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Actually, you probably thought I was an asshole that day I told you to care about her more than your dead wife, but I was being serious. Because I know what it feels like when something's missing and you can't bring it back. Especially when it's a hole in your family. No one talks about it and it only makes it worse. Not for the dead. But for her." He straightened up, rubbing his nose as he motioned towards the door. "I'm going to go talk to my friend, you're welcome to do...whatever..."

Derek nodded as he looked at Luna, who was smiling as she smushed a piece of pancake in her right hand. She took the moment to look at Derek and said, "Papa." Stiles smiled, but he wasn't prepared for the expression of indescribable joy that appeared on Derek's face as Luna said the word.

"Yeah, papa!" He looked like he was going to cry.

Stiles looked at him curiously and then said, "What, has she not talked yet? I thought she would've talked by now,"

"The doctors kept saying she was delayed because of emotional trauma of losing her mom," Derek said, bouncing Luna a bit in his arms before he kissed her head. "I haven't heard her try to say something in awhile."

"...really? She talks all the time for me. We've done that twice now," Stiles said, gesturing to Luna. Derek gave him a baffled look, and then a slightly suspicious one as he looked at Luna, and then back at Stiles.

"You know, I think I'm going to go now." He said, walking out of the room. Stiles roamed out into the living room, finding Scott lost in his phone.

"Dude, did you decide not to come back?" Stiles asked, leaning on the back of the chair.

"My mom's not responding so I was surfing trying to figure out if eating napkins is okay," Scott explained, and then he pointed at his phone screen. "So many people eat napkins, Stiles. So many people. I can't stop reading. Babies, teenagers, old people, they all eat napkins and there's no explanation for it, they just like eating napkins." He looked at Stiles, mildly concerned. "There's no taste in napkins, Stiles. There's no taste. Why are they eating them?"

Stiles sighed as he patted Scott on the shoulder comfortingly. "Scott, sometimes things are meant to stay a mystery."