"Stiles?"

At the sound of his husky voice, the baby looked up. It began to bounce happily as it let out a scream.

"A-a-ah!"

"No, no, no, no, no! Stop! Shh!" Derek begged as he ran towards it.

The baby snorted as if laughing at the, now frantic, werewolf. Derek blushed, remembering that the child was still stark naked. He desperately looked around Stiles' room for some sort of clothing. But why Stiles would have clothes for an infant, Derek couldn't be sure. He sighed, looking at the baby exploring its own toes.

"Um...stay here?"

He was at a total loss. He hadn't been around a baby since Cora had been born, and that had been obvious years ago. He remembered how his mother had kept some of their baby clothes, despite their ages. Laura had been the most bothered by it. Always asking them why they had them and trying to get rid of them. So, Derek quietly ventured into the Sheriff's room, awkwardly looking in his closet. He hoped that Stiles or his father wouldn't walk in on him and think something of it. He then sighed, wondering where Stiles had gone to. He'd know what to do better than Derek would.

The Sheriff's room was neat and orderly, as if he never stepped foot in there. It occurred to Derek, that he probably didn't all that often. Especially lately.

Derek looked around once more, having no luck in the closet. The one thing that drew him closer was a picture of a beautiful woman with honey eyes on the Sheriff's dresser. She had soft features and long, flowing brown hair. After further observance, Derek noticed her eyes again. She had Stiles' eyes.

He sighed as his own visions of his mother and family flashed through his head. Derek shut his eyes before he opened the dresser. Inside there were boxes that were all covered in a decent layer of dust…all except for one labeled 'Stiles.' He silently hoped that it wasn't anything taboo as he slid it from it's spot amongst the other boxes. He placed it on the bed and reached inside. There were photo albums, mostly of Scott and Stiles from elementary school, a lacrosse trophy from 2002, a few toys and other small objects as well. He was over come by relief, however, when he grabbed onto something soft. He pulled out a small blanket accompanied by a bag.

"Thank God."

Inside, was a white onesie, a grey zip up hoody and a pair of darker grey pants. He packed the other things back into the box neatly and returned it to it's spot. He carried the blanket and clothes towards Stiles' room, relieved to hear the Sheriff's heavy and regular breathing from downstairs. He wandered into the room to see the baby on its back with it's feet in the air.

"Okay, Baby. Let's get you dressed and find Stiles."

After several moments of struggling, pouting, screaming and a partial wolf out (resulting in some tears), Derek gets him dressed.

"I don't have any diapers, so don't pee yourself."

The baby smacked the floor happily until he sees Derek looking at him. He stopped unsurely, shying away in fear. Derek could sense the confusion coming off of him. He studies the child for a bit longer, until it eventually looks back. Derek nearly jumped in response to his revelation. Those eyes…they were Stiles'.

Derek rolled his eyes as he uttered the only words that came to mind, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He held Stiles uncomfortably, carrying him with extended arm, a good distance away from himself. The baby—Stiles seemed annoyed with him, as he dangled in front of the Alpha. He climbed out the window and grumbled as his feet hit the ground safely.

He silently thanked what ever mysterious superior power had been at work the day he bought the Toyota instead of the motorcycle he had planned on getting. Buckling the squirming baby to the best of his ability, he started towards the only place he could think of going: Scott's.

"Hello," Melissa answered the door.

Her friendly gazed dropped as she saw that it was Derek.

"Is everything okay?" She asked in sudden worry.

"Um, yeah..." Derek answered, pulling in his eyebrows, "Is Scott here?"

"Actually he's at Jackson's. Can I help you with something?"

"Um, no. It's alright."

"Okay…uh, Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"You have a…baby? I honestly would have never—"

Derek pursed his lips before grumbling, "Not mine," before talking off.

He let a growl of frustration pass through his lips as he walked away, shoving the baby—Stiles, back into the car.