"Stiles, I have to go in." His father said from the kitchen, leaning on the door to look at his son. Stiles was sure that he was only doing it because he knew Stiles' poker face wasn't that good. "You're not going to sneak out, are you?"

"Where would I even go," Stiles said, feigning an offended look as he glared at his dad. "I'm not popular."

"Stiles."

"I won't," Stiles said, though he was worried his father would catch him in his lie. He didn't break eye contact with his dad as the other stared, and finally his father looked away and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack. As he slipped it on and rounded the counter corner to grab his carrier mug of coffee, his gaze fell on his son again.

"You better not. I'll be back tonight. But I'm not telling you when so I will know if you sneak out. You don't even know if I'll be back for lunch, which is in two hours. Just let that soak in, Stiles. And if I find out you've gone out when I explicitly instructed you not to, you will be grounded for the rest of the time you spend living under my roof. You understand?"

"Yeah, dad. I'm not going to sneak out. But if Scott comes over, I'm going to let him in." Stiles admitted, hoping his feigned honesty his father took as the reason for his poor poker face.

Sheriff smiled hesitantly, and then nodded as he headed towards the door and grabbed his keys from his pocket. "Tell him he's got a growing pile of clothes on the laundry table in the basement. He should really take it home before I give it to good will."

"Not nice," Stiles called after his father, waiting for the sound of the lock clinking before he let an exhale of relief escape beyond his lips. He could spin an awful good lie to people who didn't know him. But his father was a different entity altogether - their blood bond somehow gave him the gift of telling everything Stiles was thinking before he even expressed it, including finding out if he was lying to his face. He glanced down at his phone and sent a snapchat message to Scott of his grumpy face and the message 'come by and pick me up he's gone'.

He shoved away his plate of half-eaten toast and the tattered remains of scrambled eggs, then slipped out of his chair and hurried up the steps. In a whirlwind, he went from donning a set of flannel pajamas to a shirt with jeans. Tugging on a hat and a pair of socks, he ambled down the steps and then slipped on his shoes and went out the backdoor. Today, he had to act like a convicted criminal. He knew his father would have little police helpers looking out for him, which meant they were potentially everywhere that had a road or sidewalk.

When Scott arrived, he had rounded the fence and was leaning on it waiting for his friend. "It's about time, dude," He muttered, and Scott grinned as he tugged on Stiles' hat.

"Nice hat."

"Nice face," Stiles retorted lazily, and then motioned to the street. "What sort of ride do we have here?"

"My mom's car." Scott said slowly, and then paused. "...was I supposed to get something else?"

"No, no, your mom's car is good. Let's go."

Stiles made sure to enter the backseat instead of the passengers, even though Scott glanced over his shoulder with a grin and said, "Where to, miss?" Like a gentlemanly cab driver. Stiles rolled his eyes and slunk down in the backseat. They drove for a few minutes listening to the sound of 1990s music, and Scott drummed on the steering wheel as he waited at stop lights. Stiles continued to slink in the backseat, worried that a police car would happen upon them and then pull them over for harboring a fugitive.

"No one else has to deal with the gestapo when they get grounded," Stiles murmured under his breath, displeased about his situation. Scott snorted as he turned onto a country road, heading towards the Hales.

"No one else has a dad who's Sheriff. It'll be fine. I mean, what is he going to do, send a police officer to the Hales' house today while you're out?"

Usually what Scott said was so unusual that Stiles cast it off as a stupid idea that he was joshing about, but this one struck him oddly. What IF his father was clever enough to send a police officer out to the Hales', not to their house, to check if Stiles was there? All he had to file under a report was a 'disturbance' and a reason to be checking in, and that was it. "Oh my god."

"Stiles, chill, your dad isn't that nuts," Scott assured his friend, realizing his comment triggered Stiles' paranoia. "It'll be fine. Hey, we're...wow. Hales celebrate Easter."

The front of the newly painted house had peel-stickers on the windows of the Easter bunny and colorful eggs. A giant blow up rabbit was sitting with a basket in the front yard, bouncing in the slight wind. And on top of it, egg ropes were hanging in the newly budding trees. "But Easter isn't for another...few weeks? What is this?" Stiles muttered under his breath, and Scott shrugged, starting out of the vehicle. Stiles slipped out as well, and the two of them headed for the front porch.

As they stood there, Stiles looked expectantly at the door knocker, nodding towards it. Scott's eyebrows raised, and he looked momentarily shocked. "Me? It's your booty call, dude," Scott said in a quiet voice, and Stiles squinted his eyes at him.

"...booty call?" Stiles rolled his eyes yet again and grabbed the knocker. Before he could start rapping the metal against the door, Peter yanked open the door and Stiles stumbled inwards. He landed with a thud on his hands and knees on the wooden floor.

"Wow," Peter mused as he stared down at Stiles. "What an entrance."

"Shut up," Stiles sulked as he pulled himself off the floor, huffing in irritation. "Where's Derek?"

"He's upstairs with the ankle biter," Peter said as he opened the door further, eyeing Scott with suspicion. "Why is he here?"

"Because...we were both invited?" Stiles responded slowly, unsure of how to proceed. In actuality, Scott wasn't invited, but Stiles assumed he was invited. Like a plus one on an invitation. Peter stared at Scott as he walked past him, giving him a frown.

"Yeah," Scott insisted, "Invited."

"I wasn't told he was invited," Peter stated, and closed the door behind them. There was no turning back now. "But what's one more goon to the mix if we've already got one?"

"Hey," Stiles warned Peter, and Peter poked his forehead as he walked by, nimbly jogging up the steps and disappearing down a hallway without another word. Stiles looked up the grand staircase, and then waited for some sort of indication they should go somewhere else in the house. It was sort of weird to just be invited in and then left to their own devices instead of guided around like an actual guest. After hearing some chatter from somewhere in the house, Stiles looked warily at Scott. "Should we like...move? Up there?"

"What if they're up their naked?" Scott proposed, nervous. "We can't just go walking around their house, Stiles, let's just...wait."

And that's what they did. For six whole minutes, Stiles and Scott stood awkwardly in the foyer waiting for someone to come traipsing by. When Derek started down the steps with little Luna in his arms, he gave them a surprised look as he narrowed his eyes and stopped mid-steps.

His eyebrows were knit together in bafflement as he said, "Wait...you've been waiting? Who answered the door? ...wait, don't answer that. Peter," He called up the steps, and then when there was a lack of a response, he continued. "You're a douchebag."

"Yes I am," Peter yelled back, an obvious air of pride in his tone.

"Have you guys had breakfast?" Derek asked as he strode past the two, and then motioned to a closet nearby. "You can hang your coat in there, Scott." Scott walked over and threw his jacket in, and then they trailed after the baby wielding father as he made his way into what looked like a nicely renovated kitchen.

"Yeah, I ate, but...wow. Seriously, you had this rebuilt so fast," Stiles said as he reached out, letting his fingers slide on the granite counter top of the kitchen island. "How is this even possible? It looks great."

Derek put Luna in her high chair, and she started smacking the tray with her hands. The ears on her little gray bunny outfit bobbed as she looked at Stiles, smiling. Stiles waved at her, a little smile creeping up on his lips as his attention from the conversation faded and squarely fell on the little show-stopper in the bunny onesie. "Hey there," He said with a smile, walking over to her.

She put her arms out to indicate she wanted out of the chair, and Stiles almost fell for it before Derek said sternly, "No." Stiles jumped as the other came up behind him, handing her a plastic bowl of banana pieces. His eyes met Stiles as he stopped close. "She needs to learn to sit at the table, she'll try and get anyone to take her out of a chair."

"But I...Sorry," Stiles sputtered, backing off as he headed to the actual table, pulling out an antique looking chair. "So where's the party?"

"Well the party is in the evening but...I thought you guys might like the Easter egg hunt. You're in lacrosse, aren't you?" Derek said with a coy smile, pulling out a chair. Scott had taken a seat near Stiles, but he was closer to the centerpiece on the table - an array of cheeses and meat. When he pointed at the center piece and Derek shrugged, Scott took it as a sign he could fill his face, which he did eagerly.

"Yeah. Do you guys like celebrating Easter or something?" Stiles asked out of curiosity, realizing he hadn't been at an egg hunt since the community ones he went to as a kid.

Derek leaned over to take a slice of banana out of Luna's bowl, eating a piece of it. She stared at him, huffing as she took two pieces and shoved them in her mouth. "Uh-uh, Luna," He said cautiously, "One at a time." Her dark eyebrows knit together like her father's as she gave him a grumpy look. "Little glutton." He said with a pleasant smile, obviously not phased by his daughter mirroring his expressions. "Yeah, we celebrate Easter every year. This is actually our favorite holiday. Not because of symbolism or anything. But this year the eggs are actually full of candy, not money. Since it's Luna's first Easter. It's been awhile since we had kids involved."

"Oh, cool." Stiles replied, staring at Luna. As Derek turned around, she took two more slices of banana and put them in her mouth, giving the back of his head a dirty look. For as hardheaded as Derek was, Luna was ten times more stubborn as her father. Stiles found it cute, but knew it would probably cause Derek a world of hurt when her actions weren't as innocent as shoving her face full of banana. "So we're going to have an Easter egg hunt and then we go home, right? Because I don't know when my dad is going home, and trust me, if he catches me outside the house, I'm dead. Not just dead, but undead, because my dad will make sure I suffer on all levels of existence, okay?"

"Don't worry," Derek said with a comforting smile, which actually startled Stiles a bit. It was somehow unusual for him to look pleasant, and when he did, he actually looked...normal. "It's only going to take like ten minutes."

"Really? How many eggs are there?" Stiles said as he looked at Luna again, who now was shoving three slices in her mouth at a time, and it was evident her cheeks were so full she wasn't swallowing.

"Five thousand."

Scott spit out the hunk of meat he was eating, and Derek glared at him. "Five thousand? Like, three zeros after five?" Scott exclaimed, obviously keying in to the part of the conversation that interested him. "Did you rob the Easter bunny?" Stiles was equally shocked, but Scott regurgitating his food was a bit more shocking and a lot more disgusting.

"Dude, get a napkin," Stiles said, and Scott reached into the dispenser and yanked one out, cleaning up his food pile. "Derek, I'm going to be brutally honest here - five thousand? You've got to be joking, that's going to take days. Even egg hunts at the community only have three hundred and it takes kids hours to finish."

"Kids, Stiles. I'm going to admit to you, we don't play humanely. In fact, this egg hunt probably won't be like any you've been to before." Derek smirked as he turned, seeing his daughter look like a human chipmunk. "Luna! Spit it out!" He reached over, squeezing her cheeks, but she squirmed and batted his hand as she went 'uh-uhm!' Finally she spit a pile of yellow in Derek's hand, and the older man scowled as he stood up to go wash his hands off. "Luna, bad. I told you one at a time. You're old enough to know what that means!" She looked cross as she watched her father storm to the sink, and she gave Stiles a teary-eyed look.

"Oh no," Stiles put up his hands. "I'm not getting involved with this Luna. You started something."

Luna's little lip quivered as she stared, and Derek came back to tug her out of her high chair, then promptly gave her a raspberry right on the cheek. The baby flailed happily and started giggling and kicking her stubby legs.

"Next time you do that, I'm going for the tummy," Derek threatened idly, and Luna smiled as she patted his cheek. "You better take that as a threat."

"Awww," Stiles said out loud. "Um...so who's in this egg hunt?"

"We invited Alicia Boyd and her clan, and...well, it's mostly a few groups in the area. They're all...like us. So you shouldn't talk about who you meet here. Whoever wins, wins a new car."

At first, Stiles didn't think he heard correctly. Similarly to his friend, Scott stared at Derek like he had said something so odd that it wasn't comprehensible.

"New car?" Stiles repeated.

"Yeah. Of your choice. Al also owns a car dealership out of town, his contribution to the event since he doesn't join in the fun." Derek kissed Luna's head, which was really the fluffy hood of her outfit. "I'm egg hunting with Luna. You two can be team mates. Usually you don't have a team mate, but..."

The pause was enough for Stiles to get the idea.

"But we're human," Stiles finished for Derek, and glared. "Yeah, we get it. Do we get a handicap too? Because I think if we lack super human speed we should get more handicaps."

"Sorry, you're going to have to figure out a plan. Anyways, my mom is hiding the eggs in the woods. Get ready, it starts in...oh. Five minutes. Come on, let's go outside."

When they arrived outside, there wasn't another soul around. Stiles looked at Derek peculiarly, wondering if he was telling the truth about an egg hunt. There wasn't a brightly colored egg in sight. Scott had followed them out the back door, and he too was looking around. Derek headed to an outdoor crate and yanked out a few pillowcases, and then handed them to Stiles and Scott as he held Luna with one arm. "So here's the rules. Be as brutal as you want, but everyone knows not to hurt you or anyone under fifteen. That's the first rule. Next rule, what's in your bag is yours but if it's on the ground, it's gone. So don't lose any eggs. And the third rule is don't go near Peter."

"Why?" Stiles asked, even though he figured this rule had a very good reason.

"Because Peter ignores all the rules usually and hasn't lost in five years. Trust me, you see Peter, just go to another area."

"Okay, we can handle that," Stiles said, looking at Scott, then back at Derek. "When do we start? Where is everyone?"

"Since the grounds are so big where the eggs are hiding, we spread out when we begin. They know the time when it starts, don't worry. You might run into people who are hunting. Maybe you guys should stick with me..." He said thoughtfully, but Scott shook his head.

"Dude, there's a car. And you're going to cramp our egg earning potential. I'm totally going as far from everyone else and getting every egg I see." Scott stood ready, looking like he was going to run off at first chance. "When do we go?"

"You could start now if you wanted. Just so you know, if you hit a blue line of flags, you've gone too far, just turn around and keep hunting." Derek said, and then leaned over to whisper in Stiles' ear. "Watch out for him."

Stiles nodded, and as Scott took off into the woods he followed him. They jumped over a few logs. Scott stopped after jogging for at least three minutes, and then stopped and turned to Stiles. "Do you see even one damn egg in this clearing? I think he's bullshitting us! There's no eggs here!" His friend looked around the clearing. Really, he couldn't see a damn bright colored egg in his vicinity. That was until he looked up, high up in the tree. There it was, in between the cranny of a branch and trunk, he saw it - a camouflaged egg.

"Oh my god." Stiles said as he walked over, feeling Scott watching him close as he climbed up the trunk, using the branches as a natural ladder. He snatched the egg and held it up to Scott. "If it wasn't hard enough with the competition, they bought camo eggs. Camo eggs, Scott. We're not going to win the car, just admit it."

"No, Stiles - you don't get it. If I get a new car, you know how set I am?" He said with desperation as he grabbed the egg from Stiles and shoved it in his pillowcase. "Let's get sticks and start hitting bushes and leaf piles."

So they began the most tedious egg hunt in history. Stiles had a broad stick in his hand that he used to pry eggs off of branches, and Scott smacked every space he could reach until it produced an egg. After beating a bush for a minute, he'd continue on, his pillowcase hanging limply by his side. Stiles trailed after his friend when he changed spots. He could hear growling in the distance, which made his hair stand up on the nape of his neck, but he assumed it was the competition. "Scott, the growling is getting closer. Let's move to another spot."

They continued doing this for at least five minutes until he saw something glorious. "Scott, Scott! Look! They tied up a bunch of eggs in a trap, it's way up in that tree!" He pointed upwards, and Scott spotted the net full of at least a hundred camo eggs. Enthusiastically, his friend tried scaling the tree and fell on his ass. "No, stop." Stiles commanded, and then pointed at the rope holding the bag up there. "We cut this, and we have the eggs."

"I didn't bring anything sharp," Scott uttered in sheer gloom from where he sat on the ground, holding his pillowcase of twenty or so eggs. "You have anything?"

Stiles patted his jean pockets, and then his shirt pockets. "Nope. Maybe we could like...burn it. Burn the rope."

He felt around the ground for awhile until he got another stick, and started rubbing them together underneath the rope. They both startled at the sound of a voice behind them.

"And so the cavemen attempt securing the prize," Peter said loudly, walking over with a grin on his face. He looked at Stiles' sticks with vague amusement. "You're not even doing it right."

"I am doing it right. This is our haul, Peter, get lost." Stiles insisted, and watched as Peter extended his pointer finger. A long nail protruded from his finger, and he waved it in Stiles' face.

"I seem to remember the rules indicate the eggs aren't yours until they're in your pillowcase," Peter said with a leisurely smile. Scott was huffing loudly behind him, suddenly on his feet and ready to defend their egg-shaped booty.

"Peter, come on, dude! You have superhuman powers to find all these eggs! There's not even that many in the net up there, let us have this one, please?"

"You seem to think I'm going to show mercy," Peter said as he held the claw near the rope. "But this is my territory, boys."

With one slick cut, the rope gave way and Peter grabbed the net full of eggs. He shoved it in his rattling pillowcase, full of eggs already. "And now, give me your eggs."

Stiles' jaw dropped as he stepped back from Peter. He knew Derek wasn't lying about avoiding Peter, but he never thought Peter would be so much a dick to bully them out of what little haul they had. "We have like, twenty five eggs combined, Peter. Seriously? Seriously, you're taking what we have? There's five thousand eggs-" Before he could protest anymore, Peter had grabbed his pillowcase and dumped the contents in his own bag, then tossed the pillowcase into Stiles' face.

"This is a hold up, boys." He walked over to Scott, and Scott backed away, his eggs clutched to his chest.

"No!" Scott yelled, and backed away. Peter smiled as he reached towards the bag, but a sudden cough made him turn his head. There stood two teenage women, tall and ethereal-like in appearance, staring at Peter. One had dark dreadlocks pulled back in a loose ponytail and the other long flowing blonde hair, both shared an judgmental look at Peter's actions.

"Peter," The dark-skinned girl with dreadlocks scolded him, her British accent thick. "Really? This is beneath even you. Let the humans have their fun, go torture someone else."

"Oh, shut up, Alicia. Like you weren't going to trip both of them and steal their eggs just to see them cry," Peter scoffed, but backed away. He was watching as the blond put her hand on her hip. "And Erica Reyes. Like you weren't going to kick them after their were already down."

"I would have kicked them if they had gotten in my way. But not because I'm a sadistic bastard looking for a cheap thrill during a community event. You're like the grinch for Easter, Peter." The girl said with a haughty tone, pursing her painted red lips. "Jeez. Such a buzzkill."

Alicia walked over to Scott, and motioned for him and Stiles to go elsewhere. "We'll babysit Peter here. Go have fun."

"Really? I don't need supervision. I know the rules." Peter glared at her back.

"Shut your flap before I slit your case wide open and let your treasures fall out," Alicia hissed, and then waved the boys again. "Go!"

Peter shrugged, smirking as he watched Scott and Stiles trip their way out of the clearing as they tried running from the situation. Once they were out in another opening, they were back to searching. "This sucks," Scott said as he sat down on a rotting log. "There's no way we can win against a pack of werewolves."

"Two packs of werewolves," Stiles reminded him, joining him on the log. He wrapped an arm around Scott's shoulder. "And I just lost what pittance I had. Go me."

"It's not fair! Why did he even invite us, we can't win." Scott whined, leaning on Stiles. Stiles continued to rub his shoulder comfortingly. "And then his dick uncle decides that he's going to single us out and steal. Why aren't they banning him from the hunt?"

"It's going to be okay, Scott. Don't take it so seriously, man," He moved his arm away and opened his mouth to say something, but he heard a loud crack underneath him. "Did you hear that? It sounded like a shift when that crack...oh my god." He moved off the log, and then walked over to the side of it. After brushing and some digging, he looked through the leaves and the mess to see inside. "Scott. Scott, you're sitting on an egg goldmine. This thing has at least a thousand eggs in it. What the hell?"

"Are you shitting me?" Scott yelled as he grabbed his bag, and then went to the opposite end. After glancing inside, he motioned for Stiles to stand back as he tried lifting the log. With one tug, the eggs were spilling out towards Stiles and scrambling on the ground. "Yes!"

They worked together to get the rest of the eggs out, filling both of their bags almost to the brim. Stiles and Scott started wandering into the forest, dreading that they might run into Peter before they found the house.

"Hopefully the house means you're safe," Stiles commented idly, and Scott kept quiet.

"Shh, dude." Scott ushered Stiles, "Don't say anything. He might be listening."

Somehow Peter had turned into an omniscient asinine presence after ten minutes of wandering, both of which they feared yet were determined to avoid.

By the time they hit the blue flags, they heard what sounded like a horn. They started back in that direction, and finally, after an hour of wandering found the house. There the contestants were counting up their eggs. The counting was possibly more obnoxious than the finding, and Stiles did the entire process as Scott handed him each egg.

Three hours had passed by the time they were done and Talia had a white dry erase board with the numbers written up on it. She slowly revealed the totals, a grin on her face.

"They cheated!" Peter yelled, and he turned to Scott and Stiles, seething. "What did you do? Is this because I've won every year and you couldn't stand having me win again? Talia, explain!"

"Peter, they found the treasure chest this year. You didn't."

"I did too! I found the net you hung!" Peter screamed, walking up to the board. "Two humans finding a thousand and ten eggs, that's ridiculous. If they didn't cheat, I'm the Queen of England."

"Then get your crown, Peter," Talia said as she motioned to the pile of eggs near Stiles and Scott. "Because they won. They found the log I hid near a thousand eggs in. The net was a honey pot."

"Damn you," Peter grumbled as he threw down his emptied pillowcase, and stormed off towards the house. Scott was gloating as he popped open some eggs, chewing happily on his candy. Derek snorted as he watched Luna pop an egg open. The look of surprise on her face was only increased when the shiny candy wrapper fell out, and she quickly snatched it up, squishing it in her fingers trying to open it.

"Here baby," Derek said as he took the candy, and peeled it open. He nearly had handed it to Luna before Stiles yelled, "Stop!"

"What?" Derek inquired, watching as Stiles grabbed the candy from a startled Luna. The baby's lip quivered.

"It's chocolate, chocolate is bad for babies, isn't it? They shouldn't have it before two years or something." He said, and then snapped open a few eggs until he found a tiny circular sucker. "Here."

"Oh yeah," Derek said after a moment, and then stared at Stiles. "I almost forgot. Guess I thought she was growing quicker than she is. Thanks."

Stiles handed the sucker to Luna after peeling off the wrapper, smiling as she sucked on it like a binkie. "Cutie." He said as he rubbed her hair.

"How did you know that?" Derek asked Stiles, and the other felt a few pairs of eyes on him besides Derek's. He could either blatantly lie, or tell the truth: he spent his spare time lately looking up information about children and their growth, different facts about keeping them happy and alive. It wasn't that he was creeping on Derek's kid, but he somehow felt like Luna needed a human presence, and he felt she had picked him. The responsibility inspired him to research.

"Um," Stiles murmured, not quite sure how to proceed. After a moment he shrugged and said, "I guess it was something I learned in biology."

With a sudden jolt of realization, it occurred to Stiles that he had forgotten one important task of his day: not to get caught sneaking out. And in the chaos of the egg hunt, he had completely forgotten about his mission. In fact, as he yanked his phone out of his pocket in a devilish fury, he realized with panic that it was three in the afternoon. How that much time had passed was beyond him, but now he couldn't contain his irrational paranoia.

"Scott!" He yelled, startling Luna to the point the sucker fell out of her mouth. Derek's eyes widened, and Erica and Alicia were pulled out of their conversation to look at Stiles. "Scott, we have to go! My dad is going to kill me!"

Scott must have felt Stiles' panic, because he took to his feet and started running around the manor to his car. The two bolted off into the front yard, and Stiles barely heard Luna going, "Hey! Hey! Ugs!" He felt guilty he didn't stay longer to give her the love she wanted, but he needed to not get banned from all social activity for the rest of his natural life.

"Speed, Scott! Speed!" Stiles insisted as he flung open the door to the backseat, and barely had shut the door before Scott made a wild u-turn and started off down the road. Dirt flung in the air and rocks hit the windshield as he sped down the road.