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Pairing: Whole pack.

About: The pack get changed into little people.

7. WHY ARE YOU ALL SO LITTLE!?

Derek had just gone out for groceries. Just groceries. To get stuff for his stupid, idiot of a pack, who had somehow managed to piss off a witch. Peter wasn't included, which helped Derek slight when he turned up to see a five year old Stiles about to punch a five year old Jackson in the nose. Isaac was off crying in the corner, five year old Scott trying to comfort him. Allison was twirling around in the dress she had, while Lydia was frowning and looking down at herself, staring at her jeans and t-shirt. Both five as well. Boyd and Erica were just stood up, growling at one another. Five year olds as well.

"What happened?" Derek said, as he pulled Stiles up off Jackson and held him to his chest.

"Witch came around to say hi to us," Peter said. "They, well, Stiles managed to piss her off, so she set this twenty four hour kid spell on them. Deaton's on his way to tell us about it."

Derek looked at the little Stiles in his arms. He was a cute kid, despite the fact that he was five and supposed to be sixteen. He was cute any time. Not that Derek would actually admit that. God, no.

"Der," Stiles said. "I wanna some sandwich."

"Peanut butter and jelly?" Derek said to him.

He nodded cutely, smiling. "Sco, Jack, I-s-a-a-c, Ally, Lyd, some get sandwich."

"Yay!" The pack cheered.

Peter ushered the rest of them into the newly renovated dining room, where he started to them down. When he came back for Stiles, he saw that the boy was sat on the side looking at Derek - who was making the sandwiches - and his nephew had a smile fixed on his face as Stiles rambled on. So he just left Derek to it.

Night time came, and it was Peter and Derek's job to put the 'baby' pack to bed. Deaton came over and said that they should be sixteen again shortly, about eleven the next morning. So, Derek put Scott, Erica and Boyd to bed while Peter did Allison, Lydia and Isaac.

Scott, Erica and Boyd were easy to put to bed, making no fuss when he turned out the lights in their rooms, which Scott shared with Allison, and Erica and Boyd shared their own, and went to put the now sleeping Stiles to bed to, in his own room.

Said boy curled his fist into Derek's t-shirt and clung on when the elder man went to put him down. So Derek ended up climbing into bed with Stiles, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, the very younger boy asleep on his chest, his whole body on top of Derek, thumb in his mouth.

Derek woke up to the sound of soft snoring, and noticed that a sixteen year old Stiles was now drooling on his chest.

"Stiles," he said, shaking Stiles.

"Five more minutes, Dad!" Stiles mumbled in his sleep.

"STILES!"

Stiles jerked away, and looked at his position. He had just bucked his hips to Derek's. Awkward. Stiles gestured to the door lazily, in a post-sleep haze.

"Well, I, uh, have to, uh, run, but I'll see you later, uh, yeah?"

Derek nodded.

Stiles took off.

Then Stiles realised that the thing poking into his leg wasn't Derek's phone, but his morning erection. Cue fist pump into the air.

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