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.The Strongest Feelings
Chapter 10
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Cade and Talia were snuggled up next to each other in their crib after a nice feeding with Stiles. Derek was now there staring down at his precious little joys as they slept. He never thought of himself as a family man, as a matter of fact far from it. Before he met Stiles he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life in solitude.
Not anymore.
Now he had Talia and Cade to look after and protect. He had something stronger than just a pack, he had a family pack. A bond that couldn't be broken easily.
Derek reached into the crib and stroked Talia' cheek. She opened her little mouth slightly to yawn, then closed it, in the process gently kicking her brother who just turned over a little and snuggled next to the wall. He felt his heart melting at the sight of them, they were prefect. They were the perfect blend of Stiles and he, and he couldn't have guessed in a thousand years something so great would have happened to him. He didn't think he deserved something so amazing.
Stiles and the babies…I couldn't have imagined a better life… Derek thought as the door to the nursery opened.
"Hey I'm hungry." Stiles said casually.
Derek looked up at his mate with a blank expression. "Why don't you cook something?"
"I'm too tired." Stiles said sitting in the rocking chair in the corner. "Aren't they…prefect?"
"Little angles." Derek whispered so softly Stiles barely heard him. After a moment he cleared his throat and said a bit louder for him to ask Isaac to make him something to eat.
"He's outside training with Scott and doing sweeps of the property. I don't know how Scott still has a job at this point." Stiles said softly and stood. He went over and looked down at his children with a smile.
"I really want them to meet their granddad."
"In another week we can go over there. They just have to be a little older to get out of the house." Derek said rubbing Stiles' back. "I'll make you dinner."
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Isaac stopped just outside the clearing Scott and Derek were at a few days ago. He looked around, sniffing the air, and feeling the dirt under his feet.
"Do you sense anything?" Scott asked coming up behind him slowly. The two had been training each other since Derek was busy with the babies most days. They would scan the area looking for any sighs of another werewolf or pack in the area. Lucky for them they hadn't found any yet.
"No, just the usual." Isaac said biting his lip.
"That's a real habit, huh?" Scott asked as they walked into and pass the clearing.
"What is?" The blonde teen asked.
"Biting your lip."
"Oh…I guess. I never thought about it."
"It'll draw the attention of your blood in the air." Scott said then added someone out of the blue, "What happened to your family?"
Isaac stopped mid step and let his head fall.
Scott turned around and looked at him. "You don't have to tell me."
"It's…really…complicated after my mother and everything…my dad…he…he hated me."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not." Isaac picked his head up. "I couldn't stand living like that."
"Did he hit you?"
"Worse than that sometimes." The blonde bit his lip. "He…he wanted…" Isaac trailed off looking away. The two continued in silence for a while before Scott spoke up.
"My dad was a dick, I'm sure not as much as your father, but he was. He just left us one night and never came back."
"That is pretty bad."
"And Stiles only has his father so he takes really well care of him. Being away from him for so long has been hard on him."
"I noticed…well…from what I know of him. He talks to Derek about it a lot at dinner."
"They let you sit at the table?" Scott asked and Isaac laughed.
"Yeah, yeah they do. At first I was really afraid of Derek…and I still am…but I have a respect for him. Or maybe an adoration? He's really hard on me a lot of the time, but Stiles says he just wants me to be a better part of the pack. Derek called me feral a lot."
"Feral? Like a feral animal?"
"Yeah…"
"Ass."
The boys laughed as they circled around the house now, getting closer to the front.
"I don't remember much about it, weirdly, but when Stiles and Derek started dating Stiles didn't like him at all."
"How were they dating then?"
"I don't know…I don't remember that much from back then weirdly, I guess because of the transformation, maybe? But after a while Stiles couldn't live without him. It happened really fast…at least I think it did."
"I hope my mind doesn't get as bad as yours."
"It's really hard pulling a thought from that month." Scott laughed, but it concerned him.
"I'm sure it was just the transformation…do you smell that?"
"Smells like pasta and salad."
"I bet Derek is cooking!" Isaac yelled jogging to the house. He preferred Derek's food over Stiles only because Derek cooked a little less healthy.
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Stiles stood in the nursery rocking Talia back and forth. She wasn't much of a sleeper and he was okay with that because neither was he. Cade on the other hand slept like a rock, sleeping right through any loud noise that might wake a normal new born.
"I guess your brother takes after Papa, more than Dada." Stiles said softly to Talia. He slowly went over to the rocking chair in the corner and sat down so he could get off his feet. Talia started to settle down a little, now just huffing and throwing little punches at the air because she was unsettled. Stiles grabbed a washcloth from the self and wiped off her face.
"Are you getting tired yet?" Stiles asked switching arms. "Hm? Getting tired?"
"I can't go to sleep without you."
Stiles head shot up and over to the door in shock. Derek had managed to scare him again.
"Can you knock? Or walk harder? Or not be a ghost?" Stiles hissed as quietly as he could.
Derek smirked at him. "Is Talia up again?"
"Yeah."
"She's going to be just like you."
"I hope not. She'll look like a vampire at this rate." Stiles said looking down at the increasingly sleepy baby.
"In a few more days they'll be able to meet your father."
"I'm really excited about that."
"Have you thought about him thinking they're adopted?"
Stiles was very quiet as he looked down at Talia, she was starting to close her eyes her longer periods of time. "Yeah…" Stiles didn't want to think about how much that was going to hurt. He didn't carry these two for nine months to have his father say anything else about them. There was nothing wrong with them being adopted, but…they weren't…
Derek went over and took Talia from his arms, he kissed the top of her head and put her in the crib next to Cade.
"Let's go to bed." Derek said taking Stiles' hand. The teen stood and followed Derek into their own room, the sinking feeling in his stomach growing.
"I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight." Stiles mumbled as they sat down on their bed. Derek rubbed his hand across Stiles' cheek.
"Look at me." Derek whispered and he did. "You're father…I think he's smarter than you…and I give him credit for. Okay?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Stiles." Derek rubbed both of his mate's arms. "Relax, everything is going to be okay. Okay?"
Stiles nodded. "Okay."
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Scott squatted down and stuck his hand in the dirt.
"It's been like a month since the babies have gotten here and I've changed their diapers over 50 times it feel like." Isaac said staring at Scott.
"Why doesn't Stiles do it?"
"He does, so does Derek, they just poop a lot." Isaac said distracted by the breeze rushing through the trees.
"Babies, am I right." Scott laughed.
"What about you and Allison?"
"What about us? We aren't married."
"I don't know…she seems like she wants to be with you forever." Isaac leaned against a tree. "I'd marry her."
Scott stood up and turned to Isaac. "But you aren't."
"I'm just saying." Isaac shrugged.
"Jesus, just come on and stop hitting on my girlfriend when she isn't even here." Scott started forward and Isaac followed behind casually.
"I'm just saying…" The blonde said with a grin. The two of them reached the edge of the Hale's property line, although it wasn't the end of their territory; that stretched for miles.
"What are we even looking for?" Scott asked a little peeved after a while.
"Just…clues I guess." Isaac shrugged. "That guy with the creepy eyes."
"It's been weeks. I don't think he's coming back." Scott said crossing his arms. "He was at the wedding too."
"He made me feel uncomfortable."
"He made everyone feel uncomfortable. Except Deaton…but then again nothing makes that guy feel uncomfortable."
"I think he's a ninja."
"Gees, Isaac!" Scott laughed and shook his head. "Let's get going." The headed toward home, taking the long way.
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The SUV pulled up to the front of the Stilinski household and Stiles stared at the front door then back at his two children in the back seat. Cade was staring out the window and Talia was playing with a plastic toy. They looked more and more like Derek and him every day.
"I love you guys." Stiles said softly with a grin.
Cade turned his head and wiggled his little arms while Talia smiled brightly and threw her toy, missing its target by a long shot; it falling on the floor.
"I think that's I love you in Talia." Derek grinned unbuckling his seat belt. "Are you ready?"
Stiles nodded. "He's waiting inside."
They got out and unbuckled the babies, Stiles held both seats as they walked up to the front door and Derek knocked. A moment later the door opened and Sheriff Stilinski greeted them, hugging his son and taking one of the carriers inside with him.
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"I haven't seen you guys in what seems like forever, and look at them!" The sheriff said staring down at Cade. It wasn't directly at that moment when he realized something was off, but until he looked into the other carrier with Talia that he realized.
The sheriff squatted down and smiled at Cade. "Hey there little buddy, I'm your granddad!" Mr. Stilinski said with a grin as he reached out his hand toward the baby. Cade reached out grabbing it and squeezing. "He's got some grip, he'll be a little football player!"
"That would be great." Derek said helping Stiles get Talia out of her carrier.
The sheriff started to unbuckle Cade, and Stiles stepped into help. The sheriff picked him up and stared at the large brown eyes of the baby. He saw his son's eyes there.
"He's really amazing Stiles."
"Thanks dad." Stiles said with a grin. "After our little honeymoon-"
"How was it?"
"Oh, we went to the beach, had fun, then went and you know." Stiles gestured to the kids before putting his hands in his pockets.
"How about that Cade, do you like your home?" The sheriff asked wiggle his finger of Cade's face. The boy again reached out to take it, his grip stronger than a normal baby's.
"Here, hold Talia!" Derek said quickly. Stiles stared between the two before he took Cade from his father so Derek could give him Talia. She stared up at the sheriff and grinned, grasping her little hands together and kicking a little.
"She's a little fighter!" The sheriff said tickling her belly.
"Just like her dad." Stiles said before he bit his lip.
"What?" The sheriff said.
"Nothing, she'll probably be really into sports…haha…" Stiles coughed. "What did you make for breakfast?"
"Just some toast and eggs."
"I'll go make myself some." The teen disappeared around the corner and the sheriff stared after him for a moment before turning to Derek.
"How does it feel to be a father? It's a lot of responsibility isn't it?"
"Yes it is, but I wouldn't change a thing." Derek said putting his hands in his pockets. "These two have brought me more joy than I would have ever thought."
"Same way when we had Stiles…" The sheriff stared into Talia's hazel eyes. He saw Derek in this little girl.
"They are amazing." Derek said and Sheriff Stilinski nodded. There was a moment of silence before the older man cleared his throat and looked at Derek.
"I don't know how…or even if I want to know…but…I know…I think." The sheriff said and Derek stared at him for a moment.
I'm not stupid, I know they didn't adopt these kids. They look too much like them for that to be true…but I don't know where they came from or how…frankly I don't even know if I want to know.
Derek grinned at him, it was small one, but a grin. "Stiles was worried." Derek said just as the teen entered the room.
"Stiles was what?" He asked bouncing Cade.
"That you wouldn't be a good father." Derek said confidently. "The sheriff said he thinks you're doing a great job."
"Really dad?" Stiles asked surprised.
"Yeah Stiles, you're doing a great job." The sheriff smiled. "You have two great little crumb snatchers that are…they're perfect."
Stiles smiled. "Dad that means a lot! I thought that you might not think I was doing a great job after everything that happened before we left and….and thanks!"
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Isaac sat under a tree near the front of the house waiting for Scott to get off work. Derek and Stiles had taken the kids to the doctor so he was left outside waiting. Well…I could go inside…but…I like outside better.
The teen closed his eyes and listened to the forest around him, taking in the sounds of five different types of birds, a fox nearby, even the sounds of fish in a stream not too far away. It was peaceful like always until he heard rustling.
The blonde opened his eyes. "Scott?" He called looking around. There was more rustling but he couldn't pen point from where. He stood now, circling around trying to find the area that the sound was coming from, but honestly it was all around him, and getting louder.
He started to back up and turn around, jogging to the house for safety.
As soon as he broke the threshold of the porch the howling cut through the noise like a knife, slicing through and causing Isaac to cover his sensitive ears in a panic. He fumbled to unlock the door and get inside, but even in the house the howling was still ear shattering. He wanted to howl back, but his voice was stuck in his throat, silenced by fear.
The blonde ran upstairs and into his room and shut the door. He hurried around to where his phone was charging he dialed Derek's number, fumbling over each number with trembling fingers. Just as the phone started to ring the sounds around him went mute.
Panic flooded the young werewolf, his face growing hot and his stomach dropping as he began to scream. He screamed as hard and as loud as he could but he couldn't hear himself, all he felt was his throat start to sting, and the taste of blood start to bubble up, but still it was silent.
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"Clean bill of health for both of them." Deaton grinned. "Perfectly healthy."
"That's good to know!" Stiles said smiling down at his twins. "Isn't that right Cade? Huh Talia?" He tickled their feet causing both babies to giggle and kick with joy.
"I'm new to this, but when will they start showing signs of being a werewolf? Cade already has a strong grip for his age." Derek asked Deaton.
"Not to worry, Derek. They won't show until they hit puberty. Although they might mature a little faster than their classmates if you decided to go with public schooling." Deaton said reassuring the new father. Derek nodded just as he phone rang.
He picked up and before he opened his mouth to say hello he heard screaming over the line.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked noticing Derek's face. The older man quickly closed his phone, his face growing dark.
"Stiles stay here."
"What? Why? What's wrong?"
Derek hurried toward the door. "Stay here with Deaton and don't leave!" He called over his shoulder now running. He hurried into the SUV and got in, dialing Scott's number as he peeled off into oncoming traffic, just missing them.
"Hello?" Scott said from the other end casually.
"Location!" Derek demanded.
"I'm just leaving work and heading to your house."
"Be there in five minutes. Something is wrong with Isaac."
"Isaac?"
Derek hung up before Scott had more to say. He ran a red light, taking a hard left, and then a right a moment later to get onto Highway 47. It didn't take long to hear the howling, it was strong and getting louder by the second the closer he got to his house.
He turned onto his house road, but stopped the car halfway because the howling was too strong. He got out, trying to adjust to the sound, but eventually he had to plug his ears and headed on foot, wolfed out, toward the sound. When he broke through the thicker part of the woods and into the clearing of his house he spotted where the howling was coming from. He was standing right in front of the house, his head tilted upward toward the sky, his cane planted strongly on the ground, his sunglasses blocking the sun from his dead eyes.
He stopped abruptly, his head slowly tilting down to face Derek.
"Hello my friend." He smiled, and because of his glasses it looked more natural than before.
"LEAVE!" Derek growled, spit flying from his open maw.
"Is that anyway to treat a guest? Offer me inside, give me a cupatea!" The man smirked, but he remained still.
Derek took a few steps forward, ready to attack. He was low to the ground, able to jump out of the way in a moment's notice.
The man signed. "I'm not going to attack you Derek. Far from that. I'm going to wager you a deal."
Derek didn't move, instead he growled.
"You see, you've brought two new…children into this world. Half werewolf, half human…really a third in any right."
"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY CHILDREN!" Derek hissed.
"What I'm here to ask you is quite plan. Give me one."
Derek growled.
"One is all I ask. I'll feed it, give it shelter; even give it an education. In return for it I'll give you power."
"I'm already an Alpha, I don't need anything else."
"Yes, you are in 'alpha', but you aren't a power house. You aren't a means to end all; The Alpha and Omega. I can give you that, Derek. I didn't come to your ceremony just to bask in the greatness that is love. I came to understand. I came to plan. An Alpha never does anything without reason. Honestly I don't know how I managed to trick that…Deaton…into letting me come. But what can I say, I'm a catch?" The man smiled.
Derek was silent.
"Are you warming up to me, Derek?" The man asked. "Then I can tell you this. Upstairs is your pack mate, and coming up the street another. Your mate, while far away, I can reach within minutes, along with those…children."
"LEAVE."
"Do you want me too? Think about it Derek. I can give you ultimate power for the price of one offspring. You do know before the separation of Wolf and Were things were different. Power exchange worked like this. Of course a full blood child like yourself would work better, but you're an adult now. And Peter…Peter, HA! That pathetic piece of trash consumed by his own emotions brought himself down. He was never going to be a good Alpha. Never a leader."
"Who are you?" Derek asked, he stood slowly.
"Me?" The man chuckled. "I, I am the Beginning and End. The Alpha and Omega of the ultimate pack. The bringer of death. I am Deucalion! I AM THE ALPHA THAT WILL GRANT YOU WHAT I KNOW YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED!"
Derek dug his feet firmer into the ground. "I'm not interested."
"No? Not even when you killed Peter? Sure, he was after your mate, after everyone and everything, but he was consumed by emotions. He let them control him and think for him. Those werewolves weren't after his mate just because she couldn't keep her mouth shut. They wanted her dead because he wanted them dead. But I'm sure you know that!" Deucalion removed his sunglasses, exposing his red and white dead eyes, still as water. "You can't expect me to have come this far and not get what I want. You're uncle killed many people, but I have killed more. I plan on climbing to the top, with or without the likely help. So I'm asking you as politely as I can, Derek. Give me your child…or…I can kill you and your mate and take both of them."
Derek growled. "You aren't killing anyone. Whatever Peter did doesn't have anything to do with me. As long as he got what was coming to him."
Deucalion smirked, throwing his sunglasses on the ground.
"I'm not afraid of you Derek. I'll blow through you like a STORM!" Deucalion morphed and leapt at Derek, his mouth open, his fangs bared.
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