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Stiles stood right in the middle of his living room taking in his surroundings, trying to keep his breathing calm. He needed to be calm so Derek wouldn’t freak out when he got home. So he would just listen for Stiles’ heartbeat and not run to see what was making his mate so distressed.. well excited really or anxious or delighted.

Just two hours before Stiles had a call from his doctor confirming that their third round of IVF had finally taken and he was now 100 percent pregnant with his and Derek’s first pup, something they had been trying so hard for since they mated four years ago; just after Stiles finished high school and presented as an omega.

For a whole year they tried none-stop for a baby but it never happened for them and every possible method the fertility doctors gave them wasn’t working. So they went the IVF route. The first try was so much of an anxious wait full of hope and excitement. The second the doctor hung up after telling him it had failed, Stiles had fallen to his knees and sobbed. Still in the same position when Derek came home from work at the station.

The second time Derek answered the phone, Stiles was in the bath relaxing after a hard morning training his spark with Deaton. Derek had knelt next to the bathtub propping his chin on the edge, his hand caressing Stiles cheek gently as he whispered the news to his mate. Wiping away the thick tears that slipped down his cheeks, promising they would keep trying as many times as it took.

This time Derek had taken the day off knowing the doctor would be calling today, but had been called to a pack emergency meeting at Deaton’s office a few hours ago. About half an hour before the doctor called with the news.

Stiles knew nothing could dampen the pure light inside him in that moment. He had squealed so loudly and excitedly when he hung up the phone that he accidentally let out a burst of magic sending little sparks of light all over the room, some of which still hadn’t faded, looking like little fireflies flitting through the air.

With his hands resting gently over his stomach the omega breathed easily, finally hearing the key in the door. His alpha was home. The excitement inside him pumped harder and harder. Until he heard it “STILES!” The urgency in Dereks voice shook him. Something was wrong. He was knocked out of his bubble of happiness for a second willing his legs to move hurrying toward Derek's voice.

Laying eyes on the alpha who was at that very moment ripping draws open searching for something.

“Derek? What's wrong? Is someone hurt? What’s happening?” He was starting to panic, usually Derek would be at his side in seconds calming him down but right now he was just focused on his search.

“Mom’s necklace Stiles! where is it?” He glanced up at his omega zeroing in on it around his neck. Forgetting he had given it to Stiles a little while ago promising it was his most prized possession and he trusted Stiles with it more than anyone else.

Stiles touched it gently, “I need it now” Derek stepped forward quickly looking like a man gone mad.

“Derek stop, you’re scaring me.” Stiles eyes were wide as he stepped back away from his alpha.

Those words seemed to sober the alpha who’s face softened as he approached his mate. “Sorry baby” he breathed, stepping toward his omega. “Deaton has finally done it, he’s found a way to send me back. Back to the night with Kate and the fire. I can save them Stiles isn’t that amazing I’m going to save my family, I’ll have a family again.” Derek’s smile was getting bigger by the second. But Stiles could feel himself dying inside little by little.

The omega let out a shaky “wow” and lent against the wall. What would happen to him? Surely if the hales didn’t die Scott wouldn’t get bitten and Stiles wouldn’t meet Derek and they wouldn’t fall in love and Stiles would be all alone and mateless and alone. wait... the baby.

Stiles tuned back in to hear Derek explaining how he needed something that belonged to his mother to get the spell to work, so he would be taken back to her specifically.

“What about me?” Stiles asked quietly, his hands shaking as he tucked them under his armpits. He knew he was being selfish but Derek and the baby were the only two things in this world that he cared about other than his dad.

Derek frowned at him tilting his head slightly. “What about you Stiles?” He asked as if Stiles had just kicked his puppy. The omega dropped his gaze a moment “You’ll forget me. I-I’ll either be here without you o-or I’ll snap back to being me ten years ago. Just a hyperactive spaz who never presented... you won’t look at me twice Der..” tears stung the omegas eyes now the nauseating feeling in his stomach growing worse. His alpha was leaving him.

“Stiles no matter what you’re my mate, nothing will ever change that. We are destined to be together. You know how much I love you omega never question that, I will find you in every life I live because you’re burned into my heart, my soul and you can never be removed.” Derek touched his cheek gently. “I’ll have my family back, they’re going to love you baby. I always said you and my dad would bond over his garden and my mum with your cooking. My perfect little mischief.”

“W-what if-“

“No what ifs baby just..” He sighed and looked Stiles in the eye. “This is happening and there’s nothing that could change my mind. I know this isn’t how we planned things but I have to do this.” Derek pressed a kiss to Stiles’ forehead before tugging the chain from his neck with ease.

“I love you Stiles.” Derek turned away and toward the door.

Stiles stood trembling tears rolling down his cheeks as the whole conversation finally caught up in his head.

“I’m pregnant.” He blurted, the words coming out like vomit. He couldn’t stop them. Which is exactly what also happened with the actual vomit that released from his mouth seconds later as he heard Derek growl.

Whining softly Stiles held his stomach trying to catch his breath, trying to ignore the sour smell that was filling his nose.

Derek stood stiff still facing the door listening intently. And there it was the tiny little thump thump of a growing being inside his mate. Slowly turning around he moved toward Stiles flinching slightly at the smell. Reaching Stiles he carefully lifted him up burrowing his face in the omegas neck letting him wrap his arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

Stiles couldn’t catch his breath, little hiccups coming out as he cried clinging to his alpha. “Okay baby, okay.” Derek soothed stepping further into their home. His heart swelling as he took in the faint scent of pregnancy on his little mate. Finally reaching their bed he sat in the middle rocking Stiles gently.

“We’re finally having our baby.” Derek whispered, Stiles sniffles pulling back slightly to look at him. “Th-the doctor said we can go have an ultrasound on Monday.” Derek’s hands had found their way to Stiles warm stomach. His skin was soft but firm, protecting their pup. This is what he could lose now. He could lose Stiles and their baby. Deaton said it came with a sacrifice but surely it wouldn’t mean this.. his old family for his new one.

Stiles long fingers were clinging to Derek’s shirt desperately as he spoke shakily about what the doctor said. Derek couldn’t help but smile listening to the wonder in his omegas voice.

They sat in the little bubble of happiness for a few hours, Derek transfixed with Stiles and his little stomach. While Stiles giggled and peppered his alpha with kisses. Eventually Stiles grew sleepy, “promise you’ll still be here when I wake up?” He softly asked his hand, gripping Derek’s tighter than either of them thought possible for the human. “If I could go back and save my mum and your family I would have done it in a heartbeat.. but now I don’t know.. just please wait just a little while longer.. I’ve wanted this for so long.. I-I just want it to last a little while longer.” Derek hushed him, running his fingers through Stiles’ hair.

“Sleep baby I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you both.” He pressed a soft kiss to Stiles lips as the omega drifted off into sleep.

The alpha took a deep breath.
Decision time.

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Derek lay for a long time watching Stiles sleep. The second Deaton had told him the plan, he knew he had to do it. He had to take this opportunity.. but now it seemed more like a risk. Like Stiles had said, what would happen to this version of his pack? his mate? What if something horrible happened because Scott wasn’t strong enough, or if Stiles was so unaware of the supernatural that he got himself killed, or If Scott never saved Isaac from his father.
But on the other hand.. Lydia wouldn’t be a banshee, Erica and Boyd would still be alive. His mum would be here and his father. Laura wouldn’t have to struggle to control her alpha authority with her beta gender. She wouldn’t die, Peter would still be himself. All the children and various members of their extended family that perished in the fire would be alive.
Stiles shifted in his sleep, reaching out for Derek snuggling impossibly closer to his alpha, his little turned up nose pressing against Derek’s neck, scenting him in his sleep. Something he always denies, “Excuse me Mr alpha! I have full control of my omega at all times! Just because you feel the need to scent me every five seconds does not mean I do! Hmph'' Smiling fondly Derek tucked one arm under Stiles the other resting gently on his stomach, rubbing his thumb over his bare skin where the omegas shirt had ridden up.
There was no way he would be able to do it if he wasn’t gone by Monday. He couldn’t see his pup and then go back, go back and near enough make sure that he or she is never born. He couldn’t get it out of his head. This pup, the one they had waited for, for so long is already a person to him and Stiles. Even if he went back and everything goes to plan with him and Stiles they wouldn’t have this baby not this exact little being. His pup would never exist and seeing him or her would just concrete that in Dereks mind.
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When Derek finally realised that the reason the lanky, hyperactive, genius was always on his mind was because he was his mate; he had smiled so wide, it made the hunter who was in the middle of slicing his skin freeze for a moment. Asking him what was so funny. The hunter (Who Derek never bothered to remember the name of) had been taunting him about how he would die alone, leaving his mate behind always looking for him. Never being able to find out what happened to him. That’s when he felt the agony of Stiles being left alone, Stiles' face when he couldn’t find Derek never knowing if he had abandoned them or died. He couldn’t let the little omega be alone again, then it clicked in his mind. All the times Stiles had stopped by just to check if he was okay or to bring him food. The times Derek had sat watch at the boys window, even when there was no threat in town. It didn’t matter that Stiles still hadn’t presented, Derek knew that the then 17 year old boy was his.
A whirlwind of memories flashed around Derek’s mind. The day they bought this house, the one Derek hated because it was so simple and cluttered. But Stiles had fallen in love with the little 3 bedroomed house, organising the clutter and the furniture to a cozy safe place for them. Derek made a joke about his mate nesting for them and that’s what brought up Stiles’ shaky confession of wanting children.
They lay in bed a few nights after they had finally finished decorating the house. “It’s a big house.” Stiles had whispered rolling into his side to peer up at his mate, who was reading next to him. Derek just nodded with a small hum turning his page.
“M-maybe it would feel a bit smaller if -um-“ Stiles was picking at the thread that was hanging from the waist band of Derek’s sweatpants. “If there were more-more of us l-living here..” Derek had put his book down now, sliding down to lay next to Stiles; facing him. He took both of his hands in his own squeezing the little omegas fists gently. “Breath baby, if you want Scott and Isaac to come stay for a while, until the house smells like pack that would be fine.” Stiles shook his head slightly.
“I want to make it smaller with little people..”
Derek frowned at that, confused. “You’ve lost me baby.” He watched Stiles chew harshly on his bottom lip. “Y-you said the other day about me nesting and it got me thinking that maybe if you were ready we could start having pups and I got really excited and wanted the house to be perfect because if everything was perfect you’d say yes, because the house is done now and I even did the garden and the spare rooms could be nurseries and you’re working full time and I’m working on my books and Deaton says my magic is really reaching its peak right now and I am so close to being fully in control that now I think -maybe, now would be a good time to have a pup.. our pup.. yours and mine.. a tiny-“
Derek covered his mouth with one of his hands grinning at his little omega, who was staring at him with wide eyes, his scent anxious and excited at the same time.
“I’ve wanted pups with you since we mated Stiles, I was waiting for you to be ready.” He breathed softly moving his hand. Instead of Stiles smiling and going off on another rant about baby names, he simply pressed his lips to Dereks whispering an “I love you.”
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Derek lay watching Stiles until it was dark outside the moon was up high in the sky shining bright and full, he had to save his family. He had dreamt of this for years. Finally finding a way to go back and prevent the fire. If he could just see them all one last time. The last thing he had ever said to his mother was “whatever” she was telling him to be home by midnight and Derek being the normal teenager that he was at the time, thought she was being over protective again.
If Derek had been home at midnight maybe he could have saved them, unlocked the cellar door, woke his mum and dad from their sleep before the flames became too much for them to handle. Maybe he could’ve got there in time to rip Kate’s throat out before she had a chance to light the match.
Touching Stiles face gently Derek took one long look, really looking, taking in every tiny detail of his face. As if this was the last time he was going to see it.. and maybe it was but he had to risk it. Stiles would understand. Derek knows rationally he understands that this is something that he has to do. He promises Stiles in a hushed whisper that he will save his family and Stiles’ mother. He will have his alpha mother give her the bite, cure her, save Stiles from a lifetime of worry and heartache.
Kissing his forehead and breathing in one last breath of his sweet, beautiful, kind, brave, pregnant mate Derek untangled himself from him and climbed out of their bed. Covering Stiles back over with the thick duvet he clenched his fists and turned to leave. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t.
Arriving at Deaton’s office a little past 10 he knew the Druid was still there. With a photo of him and Stiles in one hand and his mother’s chain in the other, Derek stormed through the doors. Deaton was lent against the door frame to the back room, “Do it now, before I change my mind.” He growled.
“Right this way Mr Hale.” Deaton stepped backwards into the room, Derek following. Inside, the examination table had been moved and a large circle of red dust was set out on the floor, with a Swirling shape; that Derek had never seen before, inside.
“How does this work?” He asked his hands still tight on what he was holding. If he went back and met his younger self, he needed to make sure he understood how important it was to find Stiles.
Deaton explained that Derek would be given a drink, containing different herbs which would make him sleepy then he would lay in the circle and drift off into a deep sleep while Deaton cast the spell.
Derek was lent against the counter looking at the photo in his hand. It was his and Stiles first Christmas together at the house. Stiles had bought them matching elf pyjamas, the little omegas nose was bright pink; from the cold he had caught while out last minute shopping in the snow. In the photo Derek was sitting with his legs crossed, with a lap full of snotty giggly omega who was opening a gift. Derek had his arms wrapped around his waist and chin resting on his shoulder.
The photo was given to them a few months later by Stiles’ father, who had spent all of Christmas and New Years with them; like every year. Derek stared at the photo feeling the effects of the drink, Deaton gave him a few minutes ago, kick in.
Slowly making his way into the circle he sat down half listening to the Druid chanting quietly. His eyes fixed on the photo in his hands, he knew he wouldn’t forget Stiles, he never could.
So why when he finally lay back on the floor, taking one last glance at the photo was it just him.. sat alone with a half smile on his face in sweatpants and a black T-shirt.
The panic spread through his veins in that one split second but it was too late he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Derek breathed out a desperate “Stiles..”
Then all there was, was black.
~Meanwhile~
“Shit shit shit shit! Work you stupid fucking thing.”
“Stiles calm down.”
“Shut up Scott this is serious! I need this done before Derek changes the past!”
“Who?”
“Funny, now pass me the red mountain Ash, quickly!”
“Stiles? What am I doing here? Where are we?”
“Scotty.. this is my home.”
“ I haven’t seen you since we left high school.. why am I in your house?”
“Fuck.”

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Stiles shot up in bed with a gasp, he didn’t need to look at the bed next to him to know Derek was gone. Placing his hand on his firm stomach the omega started to panic, he needed to protect his baby.
Grabbing his phone he sent an SOS to Scott telling him to get his ass to the house in the next five minutes. Stiles didn’t have time, who knows how long Derek had been gone for. Any second now Stiles and his baby could be snapped out of existence.
On the verge of a panic attack Stiles used his magic to throw all of the living room furniture against the far wall making photos drop and smash on the floor. He didn’t have time to worry about them right now. Pulling his bag of herbs and potions out from beside the fireplace he made quick work of a protection circle, adding certain runes and spirals. Whispering a spell in tongues, just as his book had shown him.
It was a protection spell, for his child and himself. No matter what happened around them, as long as the rune that was currently shaped out on the living room floor wasn’t broken. If Stiles could get one part of the spell right the rune would appear on his skin, like a tattoo. Making it impossible to break.
Scott arrived a few minutes after Stiles managed to get the rune on his skin. “Shit Stiles it stinks of magic in here. what’s going on?” Scott held his nose looking around, alarmed. Stiles was messy but Derek was a neat freak and the house was a mess right now.
“Dereks going back to stop his family dying.” Stiles muttered, painting a symbol onto his arm in red mountain Ash. This would make his memory impenetrable, nothing could be extracted as long as the symbol was on his skin.
“Get in the circle I need to paint a rune on you.”
Scott did as the omega asked stepping in once Stiles had broken the circle of mountain ash, watching as he fixed it. “Okay now what?” Scott asked knowing Stiles had a plan.
Stiles ignored the question and went on trying to replicate the rune that was on his skin already. If Scott could remember everything too then he could help him fix everything.
“Right so that one is going to make you stay the same, no matter what you’ll stay a wolf and a double alpha. Nothing can change that and you can’t have died or gotten hurt.” Scott just nodded looking at the new tattoo that was on his forearm.
Stiles flailed trying to finish the next spiral;
“Shit shit shit shit! Work you stupid fucking thing.”
“Stiles calm down.”
“Shut up Scott this is serious! I need this done before Derek changes the past!”
“Who?”
“Funny, now pass me the red mountain Ash, quickly!”
“Stiles? What am I doing here? Where are we?”
“Scotty.. this is my home.”
“ I haven’t seen you since we left high school.. why am I in your house?”
“Fuck.”
“Stiles..?”
“No no no no no, you have to remember! Me and Derek, you and isaac! The pack” Stiles was in full panic attack mode now. “Please Scotty, please remember”
“Wow man calm down, I don’t know anyone called Derek or Isaac.. should I call someone? Your dad?”
Stiles couldn’t breath, everything was going fuzzy. Maybe it was just Scott maybe him and Stiles just drifted apart but everything else happened... maybe Scott never met Derek or Isaac, maybe the Hale pack had found Isaac and saved him.
“Stiles, where's your alpha? You need to calm down, for the baby.” Scott’s alpha squirming in the presence of an emotional pregnant omega.
“Derek.” Stiles wheezed quickly touching his stomach, he could feel it there the tightening of his skin still the same as it had been moments ago.
“Stiles do you have his number?” Scott asked, touching the omegas shoulder carefully. He would scent the omega but with Stiles having an alpha, that would just be a death wish.
Stiles shook his head, he needed to calm down. Him and his baby are okay. He needs to find Derek, his dad, Isaac and the rest of the pack.
“Call my dad.” Stiles pointed to his phone that was on the floor next to the smashed up furniture. His dad would believe him, he had to.
“Okay come on let’s get you laid down and I’ll call him okay?” Scott frowned, carefully wrapping his arm around the omegas waist. Helping him to his bedroom, Stiles let out little sobs as he saw the photos of him and his alpha were no longer there and his bedroom was a mess with just his scent inside. No Derek.
Once on the bed Stiles curled up in a ball crying softly. He barely registered Scott leaving the room or the sound of his dad's patrol car pulling up outside.
“Thanks Scott, I’ve got it from here. You should head home. There's a storm heading in the roads that's gonna get dangerous.”
Stiles sat up hearing his fathers voice, climbing off the bed quickly he ran to the door bumping into his omega fathers chest. “Hey kid, what’s happened?” Noah wrapped his arms around his son, holding him tightly. Stiles scented his father thoroughly; happy his dad was still the same, no limbs missing, not dead, safe.
“Stiles?” He asked softly, running his hand up and down his sons back pulling back to look at him. “Are you pregnant?” He asked, his nose scrunched up slightly.
Stiles nodded with a hiccup, “Is that what this is about? Is the alpha refusing to stick around? Just give me his name kid, I’ll get the sheriff to hunt him down.”
Stiles froze in his dad’s arms. Noah wasn’t the sheriff, just a deputy. “It’s complicated, I need to find Derek.” He wipes his eyes and stood up straighter now, Noah’s hand moved to Stiles stomach rubbing it gently. It was normal for other omegas to be overly affectionate to pregnant people. Even more so with family, Stiles smiled slightly watching his dad rub his thumbs across his lower stomach.
“Derek who?” His dad was suddenly looking at him again, his hands still on his son's stomach. Stiles half smiled pulling down his shirt to show his dad his bond mark. “My mate, father of my baby. I need to find him.” Stiles was still shaking, he had been since the moment Scott forgot Derek and Isaac. Wait Isaac!
“Dad you remember Isaac Lahey! He-“
“Of course, terrible what happened to that boy”
“What?”
“Isaac? The week after you guys finished high school he killed himself remember. Stiles are you okay? wow. kid you’re going green, you don’t smell right. I think we need to get you to a hospital.”
Stiles couldn’t breath again, not Isaac. Not his Isaac. The pack pup. The room was spinning. The day they graduated high school Scott and Isaac bonded, they were happy. So happy. Noah was on the phone to someone now. Isaac and Stiles were going to get pregnant together, going to raise their little wolves together. They ran the woods on the full moon while the alphas kept them safe from a distance. Isaac was with him when he was told he probably wouldn’t be able to have children. Isaac was his best friend. He couldn’t be dead. He wasn’t. Everything went black.

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Whining loudly Stiles gripped his chest, his bond, it was straining only being held together by little tiny threads. Usually the alpha and omegas bond was full and pumped with emotion. Now it was nearly empty, with slight traces of sadness. “Derek” he whimpered.
“Mischief, my love, are you awake?” A soft voice asked, Stiles felt fingers carding through his hair humming slightly. Shifting to get closer to the scent he hadn’t smelt in years, his eyes still closed. He shuffled forwards scenting the person touching him.
“Oh sweetheart, what have you been up to?” The voice sighed. It took Stiles a few more minutes to fully come around. Flickering his eyes open he flew backwards; nearly falling from the hospital bed he was lying on. His mouth hung open letting out a howl of terror and shock.
Claudia stood up quickly grabbing at her son so he didn’t hurt himself. “Hey, hey. Mieczyslaw it’s just me. Your Dads gone to get you some things from home.” Stiles grabbed at his mum hyperventilating.
Tears streamed down the omegas face as he clung to her gasping for air. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I was so awful. I killed you, it was my fault, please forgive me, I miss you so much. I missed you. You’re here, I love you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Claudia was thoroughly confused. “Mischief what on earth are you talking about? you didn’t kill me I’m right here. I’ve always been right here and I always will be my love.”
Stiles just kept apologising, unable to stop himself. Clinging to his alpha mother telling her how much he loved her.
Noah came back to find Stiles curled up in his mother’s lap on the hospital bed, as she rumbled softly in her chest calming him down. Throwing a worried look to her husband Claudia glances down at their son. Both of their hands pressed gently to his stomach feeling the warmth of his right skin.
“We need to talk about your pup darling.” Claudia whispered, pressing a kiss to Stiles forehead. “What about them?” The omega asked worried, looking at both his parents. Noah had taken a seat on the edge of the bed next to his family.
“The doctors can’t figure it out, when you were tested they told us you couldn’t have children sweetheart. They say you still shouldn’t be able to get pregnant without help.” Noah touched the back of his son's neck gently.
“It was IVF me and Derek-“ there was no him and Derek there. There was supposed to be no baby. “Stiles tell me you didn’t go to one of those back street doctors! Do you know how dangerous that is!”
Stiles spluttered at his mother’s anger. “No no of course I didn’t! I went to a clinic and-“ wait he knows that scent. Scampering off his mother Stiles lunged for the door, ignoring his mother and father as they shouted after him.
Barefoot and in nothing but a hospital gown Stiles ran like his life depended on it following the scent he had caught the faint smell of. Standing in the middle of the main entrance hall of the hospital he spun around looking through the crowd. To many scents, he was losing it.
Stiles started to cry, tears streaming down his cheeks. Then he got it, to his right; down one of the corridors. Picking up pace again Stiles belted it, his feel stinging as they slapped against the cold hard floor.
Turning left he stopped staring down the hallway in front of him. There he was, his alpha. Derek stood frowning talking to a smaller woman about their age.
Stiles didn’t even think he just took off. Startled by the noise behind him Derek turned around in time to catch the omega as he dived into his arms, wrapping his arms around Derek’s neck and his legs around his waist.
“Derek I found you, Isaacs dead and my mums alive and the baby’s okay and Scott’s a wolf and the house isn’t the same and I can’t feel you properly and I’m scared an-“
Derek shoved Stiles away like he burnt him. “Are you out of your mind?! You don’t just throw yourself at people!” Derek flashed his eyes at Stiles, making the omega who was currently shaking like a leaf, bare his neck in submission.
“Derek it’s me.” He choked out reaching out to touch his alpha. Derek frowned at his hand and stepped back. “Please.”
“Mieczyslaw! What do you think you’re doing?!” Claudia grabbed his arm pushing him back toward his father. Stiles didn’t even fight, he was numb, he just let himself be moved.
“I apologise Mr Hale our son has had a hard day. Hormones and such.” Claudia spoke softly, smiling gently at Derek before turning back to her family, nodding for Noah to take Stiles back to his room.
Stiles could feel the threads of their bond in his chest snapping like the strings of a guitar.. one by one.

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Hi!

So sorry for the delay I’ve had a lot going on! Updates will be out every Sunday from now on.

Love
Elsie <3 :)

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When Claudia died Stiles was curled up in bed with her, scenting his mother intensely. Trying to cover up the smell of sickness and sadness that had clouded her once beautiful, sweet scent. Growing up the little omega had been comforted by anything that smelt remotely like his mother, the strong alpha scent but also the sweet soft smell that came whenever she saw her little boy.

It was Stiles’ 15th birthday that he realised he could no longer find his mother’s scent in their home. Noah came home to the little omega sobbing as he hid in the back of what was his mother’s closet. The whole house upside down his mother’s possessions strewn on his fathers bed each piece smelling of his and Noah’s sadness now, none of Claudia’s sweet musk left.

Stiles didn’t speak much of his mother when he got older, Derek knew very little of the first person to love his omega. Stiles would just make a small excuse as to where he was going for the day sometimes and head over to the cemetery. Derek would always make sure to run him a bath and have dinner ready for when he got home from speaking with his mother.

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Noah led Stiles back toward his room scenting him to keep him calm. “I need the bathroom, now.” Stiles choked out veering into the disabled toilets quickly locking the door behind him. Stiles sat on the toilet ugly sobs ripping from his chest as he held his stomach, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He whispered over and over to his tummy.

“Stiles? come on out now sweetheart.” Claudia called from the other side of the door. Stiles looked up at the window and quickly made his decision. No one here believed him, there was only one person who would. Quickly as he could before his mother could use her alpha voice to coax him out of the small room; he stood on the sink and pushed open the window slipping through it easily.

Landing on his knees; in the grass at the back of the hospital, Stiles ignored the looks from the people walking past, dressed in just his hospital gown Stiles began to run. It wasn’t far from here and he needed to get away from his mother before she could command him again.

The gravel of the unkept roads in beacon hills dug into the omegas feet as he ran; he didn’t feel the sharp scratches. All he could feel was his own heartbeat and the ache of being so far from his alpha. Stiles heard a car approaching from behind him and veered into the tree line on the left side of the road, into the forest.

If Stiles had been paying any attention he would have noticed how close to the Hale house he was and how the car he had heard, had stopped.

Slowing down to catch his breath Stiles leant back against a large oak tree. Taking a look around, he took note that he was about 40 meters away from the Hale territory. He wouldn’t have a problem as long as he didn’t cross over into it. Stiles trusted Derek even now when he didn’t know him but he hasn’t a clue about the other Hales and he really isn’t in the right headspace to come up with excuses right now.

After catching his breath and his bearings Stiles pushed off the tree and began running again, it wasn’t far now just a little further. Stiles was about to breach the tree line back onto the road when someone grabbed his arm. With a shriek Stiles flailed and hit back at the hand.

Turning to see who was there Stiles froze, it was Deaton, just the guy Stiles was after. Catching his breath, Stiles gulped and stared at the vet. “Stiles we have to move now, they’re not far behind you come on.” Before Stiles could even get a word out he was being dragged deeper into the woods. Closer and closer to the Hales boundary, “Wait! I can’t cross this line we’re about to hit Hale territory!” Stiles cried digging his heels into the ground pulling his wrist from Deaton’s grasp.

“Stiles! You are a Hale remember.” Deaton rolled his eyes before grabbing Stiles wrist again. Marching on. “But I’m not here, here I’m just a Stilinski, I’m not mates with Derek here! If they smell me they’ll kill me!”

“Stiles you’re carrying Dereks pup. No one here will harm you, I need to get you to Talia before your mother arrives.”

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The clearing to the house was the same as it had always been except for some neatly trimmed hedges and a flower planter full of peonies.

But the house, the house was everything Stiles remembered from the photos he had found in the library archives; when he was searching for photos of The Hale’s for Derek one Christmas. It was beautiful, the white painted wood making the black window frames pop in contrast with the trees surrounding the house.

Stiles placed his hand on his stomach and winced a little. “I’m not feeling so good” he gulped. Deaton turned to look at him his eyes sweeping over Stiles’ body before taking a step toward him and sniffed at his neck.

“We’re running out of time.” He huffed, his eyes looking over Stiles shoulder. A car was pulling into the clearing, Stiles felt him before he had even turned around. A low whine leaving his lips and into air.

“Deaton, who’s this?” A woman’s voice asked; glancing up Stiles was confronted with The Hale family alpha. Talia Hale was stood just behind Deaton drying her hands on a dish cloth.

Deaton didn’t reply he looked Stiles in the eye and held his elbow helping him to sit on the step of the porch.

“Mom?” Derek asked, having gotten out of the car he was making his way toward the house. Talia held her hand up to her son making him stop where he was, watching the three of them carefully.

“Alpha Hale, there seems to be a bit of confusion going on right now and I will explain to the best of my ability in a few moments. What needs to happen right now is Derek needs to come and scent Stiles here before his body starts to rejects his pregnancy.” Stiles’ breathing began to speed up. Surely he couldn’t loose the baby, he made the runes on his skin, Deaton had shown him these runes they had to work.

Shaking and quite frantic Stiles pushed his arm toward Deaton unable to get the words out. Deaton seemed to catch on anyway, “Its not a sickness or injury that will hurt the baby Stiles it’s the broken bond, there’s no rune or spell for that”

Talia was stood frozen watching the two her eyes flitting from Stiles to Derek who looked just as confused as her.

The sound of Stiles low whimpers and the scent of his tears in the air were enough to pull her out of whatever internal battle she was having.

“Derek.” She nodded at the omega at her feet, Derek was frowning but did as his alpha instructed. He cautiously sat next to the shaking omega.

“Alan a word” Talia said nodding her head inside the house. Deaton nodded and moved from his position crouched in front of Stiles.

“I’ll pop the kettle on, do you want a tea omega?” Talia asked softly, watching the omega start to calm down the second her son has sat next to him.

Stiles looked up at her with watery eyes “please.” He bowed his head and unconsciously shifting closer to Derek.

Derek watched the omega carefully, vaguely he could hear his mother and Deaton speaking inside but his whole attention was on the omega.

“You’re the sheriffs son?” Derek asked, trying to make conversation. Stiles let out a soft laugh and nodded. Derek let out a rumble from his chest, shocking himself but comforting the omega next to him. Carefully Derek wrapped an arm around his shoulders letting out a sigh.

“I’m sorry for being so rough with you at the hospital if I had known you were pregnant I wouldn’t have acted that way. I- I’m not good with the whole being touched by strangers thing.”

Stiles snorted again, “I know, remember when Scotty- oh right you don’t remember” with a frown Stiles looked up at his alpha, looking at him now he noticed how much younger he looked, the darkness that always clouded his eyes was gone, quickly flashing his own purple eyes at Derek, he watched with joy as Dereks usual blue eyes flashed gold back at him.

“I’m so proud of you.” Stiles smiled reaching up and cupped Dereks face. The alpha watching him with a slight frown, his eyes widening again and flashing as he grabbed Stiles wrist and pressing it to his nose.

Stiles squeaked as Derek dove forward pressing his face into Stiles’ neck. “You smell like me?! Why do you smell like me?!”

Derek pulled back his eyes darting around Stiles face, landing on his eyes. “You’re pregnant.”Stiles swallowed and nodded.

Derek stood up and backed away from him with a frown and some other emotion that Stiles hadn’t seen before; crossing his face. “It’s chemical, how-what did you do?!” Dereks chest was heaving.

“I’ve never met you before in my entire life until today! How are you pregnant with my child?!” Derek seethed.

“Derek!” Talia appeared next to Stiles stepping slightly in front of the omega.

“Mom, how is this even possible?! What the hell is going on?!” He took a stride towards them.

“Back down Derek.” Talia flashed her eyes and gently pushed Stiles behind her.

“You’re taking this omegas side?! Over mine! He’s stolen my sperm! Smell him, he stinks of the chemicals the same as aunty flora when she had Bella!”

“There’s more to this than that Der, Stiles is pregnant with your pup and you are mates. You will be able to feel it low level; under the pack bonds reach for it, it’ll be there.” Talia took a step toward her distressed son.

“Sweetheart you need to reach out and feel it.” Talia placed her hand on Dereks chest. “Stiles, darling call out to him.”

Stiles lifted his hand out in front of him swirling his fingers slowly; his purple spark of magic twinkled around his hand before letting out a small growl from his throat. Blowing the purple mist from his hand in Dereks direction, he watched as it clouded over Dereks eyes.

Not only had Stiles called out to his alpha he had given him his favourite memory of him and his alpha together.

Derek stumbled back his eyes not moving from the omega behind his mother.

Ignoring his mothers calls Derek made a run for it, back to his car. Within seconds Derek was speeding off leaving his alpha and his omega in the dust.

Deaton sipped his coffee coming to stand next to Stiles. “He’ll come around, Talia the Stilinski’s have just entered the preserve.”

Talia sighed and turned around wrapping her arms around her new found son in law, “come inside little darling, let’s get you into some warm clothes and some food. Your mother won’t be long.”

Stiles numbly nodded holding onto the alphas hand and she guided him into the house.

Once Stiles was dressed in a pair of Laura’s leggings and one of Dereks jumpers; Talia tucked him into the corner of the couch.

Samuel; Dereks father and Talia mate was in the kitchen making dinner. Stiles hadn’t set eyes on him yet but he could hear his soft voice drifting through the house.

Talia was sat running her hand up and down Stiles’ leg when his mum came barging into the house. Stiles stiffened causing Talia to frown.

“You are in so much trouble young man, your father and half of the force are out searching for you right now.” Claudia was fuming her eyes flashing red.

Stiles let out a whimper moving closer to Talia, the rejection of his mate making him feel even more vulnerable.

“Claudia I think we should have a chat.” Talia stood clasping her hands in front of herself.

“I don’t think so, your family have done enough. Mieczyslaw Stilinski move now.” Claudia growled.

“Stiles sweetheart, go into the kitchen Samuel will just be serving dinner.” Talia smiled at the omega next to her. Stiles looked between his mother and Talia unsure on what to do.

Claudia let out a roar, “Do not make this a challenge Talia. He is my son, my pack.”

Deaton cleared his throat stood next to the book shelves in the corner, “Actually, he’s the second in command Omega of The Hale pack.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Claudia snapped, her fists balled at her sides. Stiles had never seen his mother like this, his memory’s of her she was soft and quiet. This version of his mother scared him.

No one moved for a few moments, “Fine if everyone is going to be difficult, Mieczyslaw Stilinski you are under arrest for trespassing and disobeying your pack alphas direct order.”

“He isn’t going anywhere.”

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Stiles eyes snapped over to the door where a tall dark haired gentleman stood a smile spreading across his face as he saw him. Derek had always said that if they had children they would look like him because of how much he looked like his father. Samuel was the spitting image of Derek except his hair had grey scattered throughout and his nose was slightly crooked.

“Claudia, it’s lovely to see you again. Why don’t you Alan and Talia go and speak in her office. I’ll be sure Stiles gets some lunch and then once all the facts have been straightened out we can set about what happens next.” Samuel was very soft spoken his hands moving as he spoke.

Stiles smiled more looking down as he noticed that Samuel was slowly scenting the room to calm the alphas.

Claudia watched her son for a moment before glancing at Samuel “He is allergic to shellfish.”

Samuel nodded “Thank you for letting me know I’ll be sure to keep the crab legs away from his plate.”

“Go on now omega.” Talia encouraged, stepping aside for Stiles to move past. Samuel smiled at Stiles again and then stepped aside for Stiles to walk ahead of him.

Stiles stopped as he passed his mother “Derek is my alpha, we tried for a baby for years this was our last chance. There was- was” Stiles glanced at Talia and then Samuel. “There was a terrible accident and Derek found a way to go back and stop it, but he’s forgotten me.. ev-everyone’s forgotten me” he stammered trying not to cry again. He wanted his mother to understand, he needed her too.

“How could anyone forget you mischief.” She sighed placing her hand gently on his cheek. “I don’t know what’s happened but somethings happened, maybe a bump on the head or some confusion at your hospital appointment last month but we will sort this out okay. Go now with Samuel and have lunch I will come and collect you in a while” she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Stiles stepped back with a small smile making his way into the kitchen. Samuel just behind him.

“So Omega how far along are you?” Samuel asked smiling at Stiles, sliding him a mug of tea and a bowl of beef stew with a couple of crusty rolls.

“Only a few weeks, we only found out yesterday. It feels like so long ago now.” He frowned his hand on his stomach.

Samuel grinned, “How did my sweet alpha son take it?”

Stiles forced a smile and looked up at Samuel, “We didn’t really get to celebrate, he- he made a decision and I should be mad at him- I am I think. I am mad at him. He- he knew I would have supported him- he should’ve trusted that I would’ve found another way o-or came with him or something else..” Stiles stood from his place at the table for the first time the situation seemingly connecting in his head.

“He just left me.. Us? How- how could he do that?” Samuel watched him with worried eyes.

“I need some air.” Stiles made his way to the front door grabbing a pair of worn sneakers on his way past the shoe rack.

Slipping them on he slid out of the house using the opportunity of his mother and Talia talking as a distraction to slip into the woods.

It was starting to get dark by the time Stiles made it into town. The street lights just flicking to life along the paved streets. Wrapping his arms around himself to keep the slight chill off he made his way toward home. He wanted his own bed, today was stressful enough without having to stay in a strange bed.

Maybe it was his body finally adjusting to this version of the world or just having time to himself to actually think but he was pretty glad that he would be sleeping alone tonight; his head was swimming with questions anger and grief pulsing in his chest.

Why didn’t Derek wait and speak to him properly? Stiles could have pained runes on Derek so he would remember and put a protection spell on Isaac and finished Scott’s runes. If his alpha had just waited and not ran head first to Deaton-

Deaton, Deaton had been the one to teach Stiles all this magic, why.. why wouldn’t he have had Stiles prepare his family? Why wouldn’t he tell Derek without Stiles being there to work out the logistics?

Before he even realised he was stood at his front door. Kicking the faux rock over he reached down and grabbed his key unlocking the door and headed inside.

It looked like his dad had slightly straightened up the place; Stiles dropped himself down on the couch lifting his hand in a circular motion mumbling under his breath as the rest of his house moved around him all of his things getting shifted into the right position.

Wincing a little Stiles rubbed his chest his pack bonds felt like they were moving around and snapping back into place. Huffing Stiles lay down looking up at his ceiling ducking his chin inside Dereks jumper sighing contently at the scent. He fell asleep thinking of Isaac maybe if they could come back and save The Hale’s and his mother maybe they could go back and save Isaac.

——

“Morning sweet omega.”

Stiles smiled pushing face further into his fathers palm that was caressing his cheek. Flitting his eyes open he looked up at Noah who was sat on the edge of the sofa smiling down at him.

“Morning Pops. Where’s mom?” He sat up rubbing his eyes. Stretching out he felt his back and shoulder pop letting out a satisfied grunt.

Noah stood up before sitting back down beside Stiles lifting the omegas legs up onto his lap tickling the bottom of his sons foot making the younger omega squirm.

“She’s working, her and Talia had quite the talk about you yesterday. She wanted to come here last night but I told her to let you be for the evening.”

“Everything’s so complicated dad. I don’t-I don’t know who I can trust here.” Stiles reached out grabbing his dads hand.

Noah frowned, “Alan said-“

“Alan can’t be trusted. He did this.” Stiles felt the anger building up inside him again.

“Tell me then Stiles, in your words tell me what happened and I will believe you. I would believe you over anyone else because you’re my son and no one is more important to me. Not even your mother” Noah squeezed his hand.

So that’s what he did Stiles spilled his guts, all about his life with Derek, about Isaac and Scott, about the baby, about his mothers death and about The Hale fire. His dad listened intently smiling at the happy smell that Stiles was exuding speaking about his alpha.

“But if you were working with Alan then why didn’t he think to make sure you’d be safe, why rush it?” Noah asked.

“I don’t know. Something isn’t right; I can’t tell what dad but Derek can’t even feel me. Our bond shouldn’t be fraying like this.”

With a sigh Noah rubbed his hand down his face; “right well before we set about righting the world and finding out the mystery of what happened; let’s get some breakfast in you, can’t let my omega and my grandpup starve can I?”