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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall, Melissa_McCall/
      Sheriff_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/Laura_Hale, Lydia_Martin/Erica_Reyes,
      Allison_Argent/Cora_Hale
  Character:
      Alan_Deaton
  Additional Tags:
      Derek_and_Stiles_are_the_Same_Age, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Pack
      Family, Mutual_Pining, Brady_Bunch_AU_sorta, Alpha_Derek
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-05 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4072
****** A Very Brady Pack ******
by StarSlashedHeroine
Summary
     One man-John Stilinski
     One woman- Melissa McCall
     One house
     Seven Children
     No Alice so I added another child ^.^
Notes
     Ok here is a fic of random inspiration to try to get my mind going
     again. Don't worry haven't forgotten other works just needed to take
     a break from them for a minute.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Teenager in Love *****
                Stiles’ mom had always told him to look for the best in every
situation. He couldn’t find anything good to come out of her death except for
the fact that it brought him and his father closer. She had been bitten my
something and the poisons from the creature had filtered into her mind slowly
causing it to deteriorate.
                Stiles would sit at home every night looking for a reason as to
what caused it. He could never pin point the culprit of the bit. He annoyed him
to know end that he had no answers to this and no one would tell him. She
slowly passed taking over a year to pass.  John eventually had to revoke
Stiles’ computer privileges to stop his son from obsessing over his mother’s
condition.
                His mother passed over two years ago and he still had no
answers but that didn’t mean he had stopped looking, he just stopped talking to
his father about it. John wasn’t stupid enough to think his son had given up
but he was just happy Stiles’ wasn’t letting it consume his life anymore.
Stiles kept files of research under his bed involving his mother and that was
something John didn’t know about.
                The next big change in Stiles’ life came one year, eight month,
ten days, and twelve hours after his mother’s funeral and it came in the form
of an adoption. Isaac Lahey was the kids name and was Stiles age. Ok he was
actually five months, two weeks, and sex days younger than Stiles.  Isaac’s dad
had been abusing the poor boy and dude to some late night blood curdling
screams the neighbors finally got the police involved. Isaac had no family in
the area and was too shy to function in foster care, but he had taken a shine
to John, so John brought him home.
                It didn’t take long for Stiles to start getting a bit over
protective of Isaac even going off on his best friend, Scott McCall, for making
Isaac cry one time. Accident or not Stiles wasn’t going to let anyone hurt his
family, new or old members. Stiles though never understood why Isaac got to go
stay with the Hale’s for three days every month and he had to practical beg to
stay over at Scott’s on the weekend. A few months after taking Isaac in he was
officially a Stiliniski, the adoption from finalized.
                A wedding from the next big change in Stiles’ life, happening
two years, eight months, and six weeks after his mother’s funeral. He didn’t
handle it so well because in his mind he had just found out that his father and
Scot’s mom were dating. It was a big change for him, for sure, but Isaac and
Scott helped him through it.
                The wedding was big; he swears most of the town was there. He
was his father’s best man along with Isaac and Scott. He would glance out over
the crowd of people when the wedding march began to play. But he found himself
too distracted by the Hale’s to even notice how nice Melissa looked. The Hale’s
and their striking appearances. Stiles knew three of them since there were in
his grade at school. But that didn’t mean he spoke to them. All dark hair,
sharp features, and bright eyes, almost the exact opposite of his love, Lydia,
but it was at that moment he realized there was more to crush on than Lydia
Martin.
                With freshman year on the horizon, his fifteenth birthday just
passed, the next big change happened in his life. The Hale Fire. Granted it
seems like a Fire at the Hale house would affect Stiles so much but it did when
his Dad and Melissa decided to take in the surviving members. It wasn’t like
there wasn’t room in their new house. There was. John and Melissa went all out
when picking out a new home after the wedding. It had five bedrooms, a massive
living room, a big kitchen, dining room, lots of land near the preserve, and
four bathrooms. One bathroom being in the basement his father just finished.
                There were three survives of the Hale fire that were actually
Hales and one of their cousins. Stiles, Scott, and Isaac stood at the foot of
the steps as Melissa announced their father’s return with the Hale children.
When the door open and Stiles took in all there broken eyes, he didn’t feel as
bad about having to room with Scott now.
                Laura, Derek, and Cora the Hale triplets stood there unsure of
what to do with themselves as their cousin Erica shifts into the room seeing
Stiles she lowers her eyes. Stiles eyes widen and he moves over and hugs her.
Erica was actually Stiles sort of friend in school but he had no idea that she
was Hale related.
                After a debate on the rooms again, Derek and Isaac were moved
into the basement, leaving Scott with Stiles, the Hale sisters together and
Erica by herself in the small bedroom. The summer before freshman year was
spent trying to get everyone comfortable and settled in and develop some sort
of routine amongst them all to help with Stiles ADHD, and Stiles fighting the
urge to nag his father about his and Melissa’s conversations as to which Hale
would inherit the power.
          /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Chapter One—Teenager in Love /\/\/\/\/
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Stiles comes running down the stairs to the basement and Derek grumbles rolling
over in the nest he created in his bed, trying to ignore the irritate
heartbeat. He could smell Stiles’ excitement as it made his already naturally
alluring scent even stronger. Derek covers his head and buries his nose in his
pillows. It was hard enough being a fifteen year old born wolf, without having
to live with someone your wolf clearly wanted. Derek himself had a bit of
trouble tolerating Stiles, they fought all the time, may verbal arguments and
he is proud to say he has one at least forty percent of them if not more.
Isaac whines as Stiles jumps on his bed plopping on him, chattering away about
needing to get up. Derek moves his blanket and peaks out from under the covers
with one eye showing, keeping his nose buried. He takes in Stiles’ pale skin
and dark hair, that hadn’t been buzzed since the start of summer so it was
growing out a bit. He liked it, made him more attracted to Stiles. Stiles
appearance was the one thing he could agree with his wolf on liking. He would
after ignore Stiles’ mid argument and just follow his lips or the way the
speckling of moles moved.
His sisters enjoyed picking on him after their arguments, because they could
tell Derek had a crush, he would strictly blame it on his wolf and stalk off
after words. They would laugh and tease him with singing tones as he would go
and hide in the basement. The one room that rarely reeked of Stiles’ scent.
Isaac whines again and Derek growls lowly, which was a mistake as he sees
Stiles’ head snap over and look at him with narrowing eyes.
Isaac was only a pup and he spent a lot of time with the Hales after a rogue
Alpha bit him a couple years ago. Derek, like Stiles, was very over protective
of him but unlike Stiles Derek’s wolf saw Isaac as pack and wanted him to be
safe. The fact that there was a change in Isaac’s scent leaning more towards
scared than annoyed made him growl.
But that growl now had Stiles’ big brown eyes locked on the one eye he had
showing. Derek quickly covers his head, not even being subtle about the fact
that he was watching them.
“Not so fast big guy.” Stiles as up and on Derek’s bed in seconds. Derek
grumbles at the nickname. His natural wolf metabolism made it easy for him to
build muscle and maintain a nice form, which Stiles’ takes jabs at all the
time. He could smell jealousy and something else whenever Stiles’ talks about
him body.
Isaac uses this as an opportunity to crawl out of bed and grab a t-shirt before
heading up the stairs for breakfast. Derek could smell the bacon and pancakes,
he knew Isaac as after bacon, had to help eat it all before John could get too
many pieces.
“Deeerrrrrrrrrrr…get up Melissa says breakfast is almost done. And this will be
our last big breakfast before School starts to get up you big lug.” Stiles
tries to remove the blankets but Derek holds tight.
“Not hungry.” His voice is raspy from not using it. He pushes a blanketed hand
into Stiles’ chest and shoves him. He hears Stiles go tumbling to the floor. He
fights the urge to check on Stiles and chuckles instead.
“That’s it…this is war…” Stiles manages to get a corner of the blankets up and
crawls underneath f them. Great just what Derek needed Stiles’ scent getting
all over his bed.
“Stiles get out of my bed.” Derek grouses as he feels Stiles hands on his upper
arms as Stiles pulls himself up alongside Derek.
“No can’t get my hands all over you if I do that.” Derek turns his head to
Stiles and can see his smirk through the darkness. Stiles grins wickedly and
starts tickling Derek.
Derek’s eyes go wide and he scoots away and up against the wall his bed is
against. Stiles follows his ticking him chanting for his to get up. Little did
Stiles’ know Derek as getting up just not in the way Stiles’ meant. Derek
growls but that only spurs Stiles’ on, occasionally his tickles feeling more
like caresses over certain muscles of Derek’s shirtless torso.
Derek eventually bites on his lower lip and grabs Stiles by the wrists. He pins
Stiles underneath over him and holds his hands above his head. Stiles’ gasps
and lets out a different breathy sound as his scent changed into one Derek over
really ever noticed at school when Stiles was near Lydia. Derek buries his nose
in Stiles’ neck and inhales deeply, pressing his body along Stiles’.  He licks
along the side of Stiles neck and it causes the scent to spike.
Derek finally identifies the scent as arousal and he licks again like he can
taste the scent of Stiles’ skin. Stiles’ wiggles under him and his hard on
brushes Derek’s. Derek moves his head back in a bit of shock causing the
blankets to fall away. They both blink a couple times getting used to the
light.
“You’re hard.”
“Duh Derek…I have a you one top of me. Only an idiot wouldn’t even be slightly
turned on. But not to burst your bubble Der, but you’re hard too.”
“I know…but I’m not Lydia.”
“What’s Lydia have to do with this….Oh...Oh!” If his hands where free he knew
Stiles would be slapping him in the shoulders. “Derek I am not solely attracted
to Lydia. She is just my idea woman. She’s not my ideal man.”
Derek reverts to the silence choosing instead to talk with his eyebrows. Derek
quirks a questioning brow. Stiles rolls his eyes and wiggles under him again.
“When did you get so strong?” Derek furrows his brow and Stiles sighs. “I’m
bisexual Derek. My dad, Scott, Isaac, and Melissa know. I was kind afraid to
tell you. Since you give off the alpha male persona.” Derek’s brows furrow
more. “What? I didn’t make to get beat uuu….”
Derek leans down and presses his lips to Stiles’. It firm and he takes Stiles’
lip between him and turns his head. His chest moves with laugher as Stiles
gasps. Derek was just about to work his tongue into Stiles’ mouth when they
both hear the basement door open. Derek pulls back and moves away as Melissa
steps down a couple steps.
“Boys come on breakfast is getting cold.” She moves back up the stairs. Both
boys lay there taking in deep breathes. Stiles speechlessly gets up out of the
bed adjusts himself and walks to the steps.
“You heard her…” Stiles looks over her shoulder with a slight smirk. “Come and
get it.”
Stiles’ bolts up the steps and Derek rolls over almost screaming into his
pillow that smelt of Stiles. He slams his head down into it. What was he doing?
Stiles still had no idea about the mystical forces in Beacon Hills. He was
going to have to wait for Stiles’ to find out or John to tell him. Derek wasn’t
ever going to tell him because John made his promise not to. But it was getting
harder to keep it from Stiles considering how much he wanted to be with him,
even if he was annoying.
***** Numba 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     The Hale Alpha reveals itsself
    /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Chapter Two—Numba One /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
\/\/\/\/\/\
                Stiles walks upstairs blushing from head to toe when he enters
the kitchen and all eyes are on him. Cora, Laura, and Erica all lean into each
other, grinning and what Stiles would call cackling. Melissa gives the girls a
look as Stiles sits down at the breakfast table and they stop. Scott and Isaac
eye him funny and Stiles quirks a brow at both of them scratching the back of
his neck.
                When Derek comes into the kitchen the weirdness continues.
Derek is his normal surly self, dark eyebrows of gloom casting a shadow over
his sexy eyes.  Stiles refuses to look up and meet his eyes, the eyes that were
just boring into his soul before those sinful lips pressed against his. The
table busts out into a nervous laughter as Derek raises and eyebrow looking at
Stiles.
“So Derek are you actually hungry or did you already get your fill?” Erica asks
as she smirks wickedly at Derek. Derek rolls his eyes and takes a seat.
“Erica what I do is none of your concern. So keep your nose out of my
business.” He says softly and almost like is pained him to use so many words.
The comment just causes Erica to smile and turn her attention to Stiles.
“So Stiles….How’s your morning going?” She winks at him and Stiles blushes more
and shoves some pancake into his mouth.
“Erica…eat your breakfast and leave the boys to eat in peace.” John states
calmly from behind his newspaper, in uniform, sipping his coffee. Stiles smiles
at his dad and sticks his tongue out at Erica. “Stiles, eat.” The sheriff says
without missing a beat.
Stiles pouts and Derek’s eyes trace the plumped out bottom lip. “Control
yourself brother, some of us are still trying to eat.” Derek levels a look at
Laura as she snickers. Stiles quirks a confused brow as he sucks some syrup off
his fingers causing Derek to very abruptly leave the table.
All the kids except Stiles bust out into a fit of giggles, Stiles can even see
Melissa trying to keep her features straights. Derek walks out into the foyer
and starts putting his shoes on to go for the five mile run he goes for every
day. Stiles had no idea how he could run for so long. Derek moves and opens the
door and…
BOOM!
The noise rings threw the house and everyone is running to the foyer to find
Derek on his knees in the middle of the floor. The bullet from the guy lodged
in the wall behind him. The blood forming around the entrance and exit wound as
his shoulders start to slump. Stiles stares on wide eyed, sliding down the all
behind him.
Derek’s sisters and Erica on the other hand started to release an inhuman
growl. Stiles watches as hair begins to sprout on their faces and their hands
begin to form claws. He scrambles to the steps as they roar shaking the
pictures off the walls. Isaac is down beside Derek, black lines moving up his
arms causing him to wince. The girls take off out the door chasing the shooter.
John runs after them getting his gun out of them.
Scott drops down neck to Stiles and tries to calm him but Stiles can’t take his
eyes off Derek. Melissa has his shirt off to check the wounds. They aren’t as
back as Stiles thought they would be due to the amount of blood of his shirt.
Melissa turns and looks at Scott.
“Call Deaton.” He orders and Scott is up within seconds running to the phone.
Stiles slowly begins to slide back down the steps watching the wound on Derek’s
back close completely up. He freezes when Melissa moves in front of him, after
Scott calling her to come talk to Deaton.
Stiles moves closer and Isaac eyes him, his eyes flashing slightly golden then
back to normal when he realized the approaching body was only Stiles. He shifts
to the side finally taking his hands off Derek when Derek shrugs him off.
Stiles hear Derek sniffing the air.
“S…ssStiles.” Derek reaches out to his side and grabs Stiles’ arm before he can
pull away. Stiles yelps as Derek pulls him in closer turning slowly into him
and burying his nose in Stiles neck. Stiles slowly wraps his arms around Derek,
looking at Isaac for help.
The same Isaac he sees high tailing it into the kitchen with Melissa and Scott.
Stiles glares at him before turning his head to look at Derek. Derek is looking
up at him. Stiles quirks a brow and pushes him back running his fingers over
where the entrance wound should be and only feeling Derek’s firm and smooth
chest. Derek’s chest rumbles as Stiles looks up locking eyes with him.
Derek moves forward again placing his nose along Stiles neck as Stiles finally
manages to choke out. “You were shot.” Derek nods in agreement with the
comment. “But…how…how are you alive? Derek…look at me. And don’t lie to me.”
Stiles moves Derek’s head off of his neck and forces his far enough away so
Derek can see his serious face. Derek cast his eyes down before slowly shifting
in front of him. “I…I’m…I’m a werewolf.” He says quietly, figuring no point in
hiding it anymore. Stiles narrows his eyes as Derek looks up letting his eyes
glow.
“Huh…ok…next question,” Stiles looks Derek over slowly running his hands over
Derek’s shifted face handling this better than they thought he would. He knows
if given the chance he would freak out on it later, but right now millions of
questions are running threw his head.
Derek looks up at him waiting for the question. “Stiles.” He says furrowing
what would have been his glorious eyebrows.
“Ok one…where are your eyebrows? Two…why do Isaac’s eyes glow gold and yours
glow red?”
Derek’s eyes go wider and he quickly moves up to his feet and runs over to the
mirror. He is looking in it flashing his eyes when John and his sisters, Erica
is a sister more than a cousin so he groups her in with them. Isaac and Scott
come out from the kitchen and look around. John tosses the gunman down on the
floor.
Isaac and Scott instantly scent him as an omega werewolf. John claws his
throat. “He was looking for an Alpha power to use for himself.” When John turns
and looks at Derek his eyes are green, “He knew the Hale’s hadn’t established a
new Alpha and was coming to claim the power.”
The omega looks around the room and quickly jobs up with claws at Stiles’
throat. Stiles screams as he feels the claws on his throat. John holds up his
gun as Stiles sees, Erica, Laura, Cora, Isaac, and Scott shift. Melissa grabs
Derek’s baseball bat that Stiles has claimed as his own from the umbrella
holder and holds it up.
Everyone stops when they hear a low rumbling as Derek turns around with his
head slightly down. He looks up at the Omega and roars, fang sharp and white,
eyes red and bright. Stiles felt himself drop as the omega throws Stiles at
Derek and takes off out the door only to be shot by John in the shoulder. No
one messes with his son.
Derek takes and cradles Stiles in his arms. Stiles dutifully passes out.
Derek’s family looks at him with wide grins, but he is too focused on Stiles to
pay any attention to them. He takes Stiles downstairs to his bed and lays him
down. Derek pulls off Stiles’ shoes and jeans before removing his own and
protectively curling himself around Stiles.
Meanwhile upstairs Deaton had arrived and steps over the fallen omega and
tosses a circle of Mountain Ash behind him as he walks into the house. He looks
at Melissa. “Call Eichen House for me please. They will come and pick him up.”
Melissa nods and moves back into the kitchen to make the call. John welcomes
Deaton as the rest of the kids calm down. John sits with Deaton at the dining
room table. “Derek is the Alpha.”
“Really Derek? I had my money on Laura. She is the most level headed. But if
they went to Derek so be it. We will need to start training him on proper Alpha
etiquette .” Deaton says looking over at John.
“I am going to need your help explaining this to Stiles. We can’t hide it from
him any longer. Especially not since I think Derek’s wolf has claimed him.”
Deaton looks up surprised. “A wolf claiming a …hmm that has never happened
before, but I guess there is a first time for everything. Leas you know your
son will be protected.”
“I know that Derek will always protect him but what if Stiles rejects Derek?”
John puts his hands together looking over at Deaton.
Laura walks into the kitchen and frowns when she hears John’s question. “I
don’t think Stiles will he has a crush on Derek. It could lead to more I mean
he has stopped harassing us about Lydia and has been trying to subtly get more
info on Derek from us.”
John nods at Laura as she smiles leaving with a cup of water. John rests his
hands up against his mouth and sighs, Melissa comes over and rubs on his
shoulders before she looks at Deaton. “Do you think it is time we tell Stiles
what he is?”
Deaton looks over at them and nods. “I do we wait any longer and it could hurt
his future, not only his but the rest of the packs including Derek.”
While the parents talked Stiles began to stir, slowly opening his eyes looking
up at Derek who was stroking his fingers threw Stiles’ hair. Derek stops and
looks down at him, eyes flashing red. “Hey.”
“So I wasn’t imagining it.” He reaches up and his long fingers trace under
Derek’s eyes.
“No you weren’t.” Derek leans slightly into Stiles’ touch but not too much.
Stiles smirks at Derek fighting leaning in.
“I thought I woke up today in a dream and that nothing that happened today. So
everything that happened today actually happened.
“Yes it did…” Derek smirks finally catching onto Stiles. He turns his head and
kisses Stiles’ palm before leaning down pressing his lips to Stiles’. Stiles
smiles softly melting back into the mattress pulling Derek over him like he was
earlier. Derek groans and finally able to get his tongue into Stiles’ mouth.
Derek was almost purring at the taste of Stiles’ mouth. Stiles smirks as Derek
almost whimpers at the loss of his taste. Stiles’ strokes the side of his face.
“So if you all are werewolves…what am I? I mean I can’t be the only non-
supernatural one in the group. I don’t think my dad would have brought you all
around me if I was. Cause I mean I have to be something…what am I?”
He looks up at Derek with eager eyes and Derek leans down. “That’s for your dad
to tell you. All I can say right now is.” He presses his lips to Stiles’ again
and then quickly moves back down to Stiles’ neck purring at the increased scent
of want and need for himself in Stiles’ scent. “Is that you’re mine.” Stiles’
grins at that and pulls Derek down on top of him and kisses him again.
End Notes
     Teenager in Love by Neon Trees was playing as a started typing sooo
     that's the chapter title >.
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