Stiles needed to be more careful with his experiments. No, he really needed to be more careful. Because sometimes, curious little alpha werewolves [*cough* Derek *cough*] decided to go into your lab, and knock over random vials with random liquids, and sometimes, those certain werewolves, got themselves shrunk down to five inches tall. Yeah, Stiles certainly needed to be more careful.

"What do you mean he shrunk himself?" Lydia practically shrieked over the phone. Stiles laughed humourlessly.

"Well, he got into my lab, and knocked over a vial, and it spilled on him and now he's five inches tall...I measured," currently, the five inch tall Derek Hale was curled up in Stiles' palm, fast asleep. "Lydia, now I have to remake that...I don't know if it even has the desired affect or if it's just because he's a werewolf." after a minute, he chuckled.

"He is kinda cute though...especially when you have him curled up in your hand...It's Pocket Werewolf!" Stiles could practically see Lydia face-palming as she said,

"Stiles...you really need to lock up your lab at night." Which was rewarded with an exasperated sigh from him.

"Thank you, Lydia, that was a giant help."

"Hey, don't leave your lab open, then come crying to me when your husband accidently shrinks himself." Just as she said that, Derek stirred and started to wake up in Stiles' hand.

"Alright, gotta go." Without waiting for her reply, Stiles hung up and put his phone down as Derek sat up and looked up at Stiles sheepishly.

"You, my dear, are an idiot." Stiles said, bopping Derek on the head with his pointer finger. Derek huffed indignantly, pushing Stiles' finger away.

"How am I supposed to know what's in your vials?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"By staying out of my lab." Derek shut up at that. Stiles sighed. "Alright. Let's just...find an antidote."