Having a dog is not easy. Naming a dog is a little bit easier.

Stiles is confused, but he knows that he doesn't want to sleep at the house. Derek fills him in partially as he takes him to the loft. In the morning, Stiles is well enough for some sexy time. Allison feels remorse for what happened, and it is possibly making her sick. Mr Stilinski decides to tell Alex everything about his mom as soon as possible. Chris plans to call in the help again, and we learn why they are helping. Allison and Scott talks a little about the pack's future.

"We had him for almost two weeks. He is used to sleeping in a kennel." Scott had been very strict when Alex wanted to let the dog sleep on the bed. "You do not want to spoil him."

Scott had come with them to the loft, just to give them a quick tutorial on keeping a dog. It had been alone for less than an hour, but as soon as they opened the kennel, he had been all over Scott. He was yapping happily, and Alex almost got a little jealous.

After taking it for a short walk up and down the street, where the little thing had spent most of the time circling Scott's feet while whimpering loudly, he'd finally done his business.

Back at the loft, they let him walk around a bit so he could get used to his new home. He seemed a little timid at first, but it didn't take long before he was curiously sniffing around at it's surroundings. Ever so often it peeked over at Scott, as if it wanted to make sure he was still there.

"He doesn't care about us." Alex pouted a little when he didn't manage to get the puppy's attention. "What will happen when you leave?" Scott had chuckled a little. "Remember, I was the one who fed it and walked it while he was at the clinic. He doesn't know you yet." He scratched the dog's head as it passed them on it's second round through the loft. "It will only take a few days for him to learn who to turn to for food and affection."

Isaac seemed way more relaxed about the whole thing. He had been sitting on the couch since they came in; watching the dog as it walked around. He didn't do anything to catch it's attention. For a moment, Alex wondered if he even cared.

"I have to go. Allison is waiting." Scott sat down on the floor, and managed to get the puppy to come over. "Call me any time if you need advice." The puppy rolled over to let Scott pat his belly. "I mean... any time."

A few minutes later, he'd left. The dog whimpered loudly by the door, and Alex got a little freaked out. "Isaac! He wants to go with Scott. What should we do?" He bent over to pick it up, but hesitated. "What if he doesn't like me? Uh, us?"

He could hear that Isaac drew his breath, before he got up from the couch. "He doesn't know us yet. We have to show him that we will care for him. Didn't you listen to what Scott said?" Without much ado, he picked up the puppy and cradled it in his arm. "Daddy Alex and daddy Isaac will take care of you Little Guy, but I think it's time for a good night's sleep now."

Squirming a little at first, the dog soon fell to rest in Isaac's arms. "Grab the kennel, and put it in our room." He walked over to the door and managed to open it without letting go of the dog. "We have to find a name for him soon. 'Little Guy' doesn't sit well with me."

Alex picked up the kennel and followed Isaac into the room. "Are we going to let him sleep in this box all by himself?" He sat it down by the window. "He's just a baby."

Isaac sighed heavily. "I think it's best. We don't want to teach him bad habits. He needs to know his place."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Do we have anything to drink?" Stiles was extremely thirsty. When he spotted a bottle of water on the table, he got up from the makeshift couch to grab it. Derek was faster and reached out to grab the bottle. "Please sit. You are still not completely back to normal." He gave it to Stiles and panned the room. "You look like shit, maybe we should use some of that water to clean you up. I think this is the only liquid left here."

Stiles took a big sip before he turned to his boyfriend. "Oh, thank you for the compliment. I feel like shit too." He looked down at himself. "I see your point, but water can't fix this." His shirt was torn and bloodstained. "I want to go home and take a shower. Why are we still here?"

Derek obviously didn't have an answer ready. He shifted a little in his seat before he looked up. "I thought... Maybe you needed some time to adjust." He grabbed Stiles' arm and held it up. "You got the bite. Most people can't..."

Stiles looked at his arm where the teethmarks were clearly visible. "I'm not most people." He kept staring at his arm. "Allison did that?" Stiles peeked over at Derek before he shifted his gaze back at the wound again. "You know... It doesn't look so bad. I saw Scott's wound and it was..." He tried to get up, but his body wasn't quite ready. "Okay. I'm not fully healed, but can you please get me home?"

He knew that a wound inflicted by an Alpha would take longer to heal; he'd probably have a scar for a few days. The rest of his body should be fine shortly, and staying here was not an option. He wanted to rest and get better in a proper bed.

When Derek looked at him with concern written all over his face, Stiles understood why. His boyfriend was afraid that he'd freak out about this sooner or later. Maybe he would, but at the moment, he wasn't interested in staying here to sleep on this sorry excuse for a bed.

"Your powers were spent?" Stiles wondered what Derek meant by that, and had to ask. "Are you like... weaker now, or what?" Derek seemed reluctant to answer. He got up and reached for Stiles' hand. "Come on, lets go home."

Stiles managed to get up, but had to lean on Derek heavily as they walked towards the front door. "Tell me! What happened?" Out on the porch, Derek let go for a second while he locked the door. Then he wrapped his arm around him and sighed. "It means just that. Look at me."

Staring into Derek's eyes, Stiles saw them turn bright blue. "I'm not an alpha anymore. I lost it." Derek looked away and took the few steps off the porch practically carrying Stiles. Slightly baffled by the news, Stiles shook his head. "How'd that happen? It can't just go away like that. Can it?"

Derek didn't say anything until they'd reached the car. He opened the passenger door and helped Stiles inside. "I was in denial about your condition. I thought we could save you without the bite. I took your pain away. It drained me completely."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "So what your saying is that we're all Allison's bitches now?" He chuckled humorlessly. "I don't know know how to deal with that." Derek jumped into the driver's seat and shook his head before he turned the ignition key. "I don't know how to deal with it either. We'll just have to wait and see. Maybe it's a good thing."

-o-o-o-o-o-

Allison woke up with a serous headache. It was very disturbing. She didn't think a werewolf could have that. Scott was sleeping soundly next to her, and she scooted over silently to get out of bed without waking him.

When she put her feet on the floor she realized that she was quite nauseous also. It shouldn't be possible. Allison knew for sure that she didn't drink that much last night; or maybe she did? Even if she wasn't drunk, she might have drank more wine than she'd ever done before. As a werewolf, she had a higher tolerance. Maybe she could still get hung over, even if she didn't feel the buzz?

Sitting there on the edge of the bed, she suddenly remembered that it wasn't only alcohol she'd ingested. She'd given Stiles the bite. She didn't actually drink his blood, but some of it had entered her throat. She'd actually turned Stiles, and it could be the reason for her not feeling too well at the moment.

A small hiccup gave her a taste of puke in her mouth, and it forced her to get up and run to the bathroom. She spit into the toilet and sank down on the floor, leaning her head on the seat. She waited until she was sure she wouldn't vomit before she returned to the room. The nausea was still bothering her, but it was manageable, so she went back to bed.

Scott had told her that he'd stand behind her regardless, but none of them knew how Stiles would react. She also didn't know if Derek would reveal that he'd lost his alpha status, or if he'd try to get it back. Allison knew that the relationship between her and Derek had changed, but she didn't know if this would become a permanent situation.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Alex startled when he felt something wet against his shoulder. He wasn't quite awake yet, and tried to wipe it away with his hand. It didn't hurt when the puppy nibbled at his finger, but he flipped around staring into a set of light blue eyes with fur all around.

Isaac was still sleeping, at least it looked and sounded like he was. Alex stretched his neck so he could see the kennel. The door was wide open; he could have sworn he latched it securely last night.

"You're like Houdini, aren't you?" He whispered as he scratched the dog's head. "Houdini?" He said it again a little louder. He thought about it. It wasn't the worst name for a dog. At that moment, Isaac started to turn over. His eyes were still shut, but there was a little smile tugging his lips. "He didn't brake out by himself. I let him out." He opened his eyes and looked at Alex apologetically. "Sorry, but Houdini doesn't really fit."

Whether it was the fact that they were both awake, or if it was for any other reason, the puppy started yapping loudly, jumping around between them. "Maybe we better take him out for a walk. I know Scott said he was housebroken, but lets not take any chances." Alex rolled over and climbed out of bed. The puppy tried to follow him, but it was obviously a little reluctant to jump off. He stared at Alex with his gorgeous, almost ice blue eyes.

"Come on Periwinkle, it's not that high." When the puppy didn't dare the plunge anyway, he picked it up and sat it on the floor. "Periwinkle? Are you kidding me." Isaac was still lying in bed, but he looked a little more awake now. Alex chuckled a little. "I, uh... Did you see his eyes?"

Isaac managed to give him a small nod from his position. "I did, but Periwinkle? I will always think about that as a cat's name." Lazily, he started to get out of bed too. "I mean... call him Rover or Hunter or, or Blue. But Periwinkle? That's so gay."

Alex walked over to the kennel and picked up the leash that was lying on top of it. He huffed and cocked is head quickly to the side as he rolled his eyes. "I didn't think of it as a name, but now that you mention it, I think Periwinkle is perfect!" He managed to clasp the leash on the dog's collar, and stomped out of the room. "By the way, Honey Bun, I am gay. Unless you come up with something soon, Periwinkle it is."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Stiles lied in bed, staring into the ceiling. He'd never thought he wanted to get the bite, but he knew for sure that he didn't want to die either. Deep down, he was happy that Derek made the decision to save his life, but when it had to be like this, he wished that Derek could have done it himself.

Ever since Allison became an Alpha, he'd lobbied hard for Derek as a leader. Stiles had suspected that Allison would challenge him, even if her demeanor said otherwise. After her own transformation – long before she became an Alpha herself – she'd supported Derek. Stiles knew that she wasn't too impressed by his leadership-abilities, but she was seriously thinking about joining his pack.

At the moment, Stiles was very conflicted. The bond he had with Derek was stronger than ever, but he could also sense a bond with Allison. He knew for sure that she'd be perfect for the role, but in his heart, he felt that he was betraying his boyfriend when the thought entered his mind.

There was a small commotion in the living room, and Stiles got a little surprised when he could hear Alex and Isaac's voices loud and clear. He knew it was the werewolf senses that kicked in, and it bothered him a little. The two of them were whispering, and they probably didn't know that their little argument was overheard.

Stiles knew that Derek was capable of tuning it out, and eventually he'd learn to do that too, but at the moment, it felt like he was eavesdropping. Luckily, it didn't take long before they were out the door. He knew they were going to walk the dog, and that they'd be back shortly.

"Periwinkle! Periwinkle?" He wasn't aware that he'd said it out loud before Derek turned to him with a confused expression on his face. "What? What are you talking about?" He reached his hand out and grabbed onto Stiles' pajama pants, before he pulled him closer. "Relax! Sleep! And why are you wearing pants?"

With his body practically flush with Derek's, he wondered about the same thing. He and Derek had slept naked for the longest time. "You tell me. I was a little, uh... bitten last night, I could probably not think straight."

He rubbed himself against Derek's body, and he could feel his boyfriends boner through the fabric. "Oh baby! You have the hots for me?" He reached his hand down and wrapped it around Derek's dick. "We're alone for...uh, I don't know... ten minutes?" Stiles gave Derek a wink. "How long does it take to walk a dog?"

With a quick move from Derek, Stiles was on his back. "Not long." His pajama pants got pulled down. "This will be an example of a true 'quickie'." His hand moved down to Stiles' asshole, and without much ado, he inserted two fingers. Stiles was so not prepared, and screamed out in pain. "Are you crazy? It hurts."

Derek used his other arm to lift himself up. "You'll heal. Embrace the pain." He pushed his fingers further in. "Trust me. When you can heal so easily, you are going to crave the pain you can get. You taught me that."

Stiles arched his back. "Ouch! What are you talking about? I never...oh." He relaxed into the mattress again. He remembered vividly the flogging that Derek had seemed to treasure so much. "We don't have much time, they'll be back soon. I can take it."

Derek was considerate enough to use a small amount of lube before he without hesitation rammed his dick into Stiles' ass. Halfway prepared for the attack, Stiles managed to muffle his scream with a pillow. As soon as Derek found the rhythm, it actually felt fine. The constant burn during every thrust was actually quite arousing.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs told him that time was running out, but it only lifted the excitement to a new level. When Derek's claws dug into Stiles' thighs, he practically convulsed in pleasure. Seconds later, and without a single touch, his dick squirted out cum. Derek practically fell down on top of him, as he also released his load.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Mr Stilinski drove slowly down the street. He'd decided to share the information with Alex as soon as possible, but he wasn't looking forward to it. The fact that the guy had no knowledge about the search in the first place would possibly make this a little awkward.

He was going to give a little white lie; not only to justify that he had snooped through Sonya's life story, but also in order to save Stiles and Isaac's asses.

As he turned into the the street where Derek's loft was, he saw a couple of characters in the distance. Alex, with his wild, long hair, was crouching down, while Isaac was leaning casually against the wall, yawning.

He wondered what the two of them where doing out there so early, until he saw the little dog sitting on the pavement in front of Alex. It looked like Alex was trying to make it move, but instead the puppy just lied down flat on it's side.

As Mr Stilinski closed in, both the boys looked over. They let the dog be for a moment as he parked next to them and jumped out. "Walking your new dog?" He looked down at it. "I guess he thinks this walk was long enough."

Alex threw his hands out and sighed. "But he didn't poop yet." He pulled on the leash a little, but the dog stayed put. Mr Stilinski bent over and scratched his ear. "Did he get breakfast?" When both boys shook their heads, he smiled. "Give him some food and wait a half hour; then you can take him out again."

Isaac yawned again. "Can I sleep a little more while we wait?" He didn't hesitate before he just picked up the puppy and started walking towards the door. Alex still held the leash and had to hurry to catch up. "What are you doing here, Mr Stilinski? Will you come up? I'll make coffee." Alex had his back turned to him as he spoke. "Isaac, hold on."

Up at the loft, Isaac put the dog down and walked straight to his bedroom. "Wake me up when he's ready to go." Alex seemed a little lost, but he then moved over to the kitchen and grabbed two bowls. He filled one of them with water, and in the other he poured some dog food from a small bag. The little puppy didn't wait until the bowls were on the floor, he practically dived over causing a small spill of both water and kibbles.

"I guess he was hungry then." Alex almost looked like he was going to cry. "We're so clueless. I..." He wiped his nose quickly before he went back to the counter and made coffee. "Do you want me to wake up Stiles?"

-o-o-o-o-o-

Chris came to the house in the early morning hours. He knew that he'd be alone. The party last night dragged out, and with the small fight at the tail-end of it, he was pretty sure that everybody who'd been a part of it had other things on their mind.

He took a walk through it to assess the progress, and decided that it was time to call in the reinforcements again. Most of the walls were up, and all the bathroom fixtures were due to be delivered next week.

Without being too optimistic, Chris figured that in a couple of weeks, they'd have running water and a hook up to the electric grid.

He pondered on calling Derek to tell him about the plan, but didn't want to disturb him at the moment. There would be time enough to go through this later; Dave and his buddies would probably need a few days before they would actually show up.

Dave was running a well renowned gun shop in Huston. He was a certified electrician, but when his uncle wanted him to take over the business, he'd grabbed the opportunity with both hands. It was a more relaxed life, and more money to be made.

When his uncle died on the day of the takeover, Dave had no clue about how to manage the store. His uncle was supposed to show him the ropes and work with him for as long as it took, but the guy decided to go ahead and have a heart attack. Dave and his brother – the monkey man – did their best, but eventually he called Chris.

They had met briefly at a gun show somewhere in Florida more than ten years ago. The takeover was already planned, but wouldn't actually happen for another few months. They got introduced by Dave's uncle, and he'd mentioned that if anything went wrong, Mr. Argent was the man to turn to. Chris remembered the hunts he'd been on with the old man, and how the old-timer had saved his life on more than one occasion, so he happily agreed to assist Dave if he needed it.

When asked, Chris jumped on a plane and spent a whole summer in Huston to help the – at that point in time – almost bankrupt business. He'd made it perfectly clear that Dave was going to need a business partner to stay afloat. He'd need someone who could take care of the finances. Chris had been tempted, but he liked the independence he had, and he'd urged Dave to find someone else.

Dave's old high school friend Mouth – nobody knew how he acquired that nickname; he barely ever said a word – was running his own plumbing business. While working as a plumber he'd managed to get through business-school, and now he had several shops. He didn't do much plumbing himself anymore, but ever so often he strapped on the tools to help a friend. Dave had suggested him as a partner, and the rest was history.

Chris had denied any pay for his work. He'd suggested to take a rain-check, and when he asked them for help with the house, the guys were ready and willing to pay him back.

-o-o-o-o-o-

When Allison came back from the bathroom, Scott peeked at her under half-lidded eyes. She didn't look well. She'd taken a shower last night, but hadn't managed to remove all the eye-makeup. The faint black lines under her eyes stood in sharp contrast to her – at the moment – unusually pale face.

She crawled under the blanket again and without saying a word, she scooted closer and rested her head on Scott's shoulder. He was pretty sure he knew why she felt a little under the weather. She'd been quite clear about it when she'd told him that she didn't want to turn anybody to form a pack. That she was forced to give Stiles the bite, was probably haunting her now. He stroked her back to try to sooth her, and she seemed to relax somewhat.

"Will Stiles be like my Beta now?" Allison's voice trembled a little when she spoke. "I mean, how does this work?" Scott didn't have an answer, but it was quite possible. "I really don't know, but I think the real question is: Will Derek be your Beta?"

He could feel that Allison got startled. She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. "Derek? He is not... What are you saying. He spent his powers to ease Stiles' pain, but he'll get it back, right?" Scott could practically see how her mind was working overtime. If Derek had lost his status as an Alpha, he couldn't just get it back with a snap of his fingers. Allison had to be aware of that.

"How can I look Stiles in the eyes again?" She rolled over to her back and stared into the ceiling. "He never wanted the bite, but that I think he can handle. If Derek lost his, his... If Derek is a beta now, Stiles will never forgive me."

Scott turned to her baffled. "What? You didn't do anything. You saved his life when Derek couldn't. Why the hell would he hold any of this against you?"

Allison sighed heavily before she turned over to face him again. "If we're going to keep this pack together without Derek as the Alpha, I have to take over. Stiles doesn't want that. You know how his been lobbying for Derek. He doesn't want the 'Argent-bitch' to run the show."

It was kind of amusing how Allison referred to herself in third-person, but Scott didn't feel the urge to laugh. "This 'Argent-bitch' you're talking about would be a perfect leader. I think she knows that. I also think that Stiles will realize it sooner or later."