One would think that after spending his entire life surrounded by supernatural creatures, he would get used to surprises but of course, there was always something around the corner, or in his case, on his front door step. Derek's eyes widened minimally as he stared at the little boy in front of him who had his eyes closed and was taking a long sniff. The scent was unmistakable. Stiles.

"Why do you smell so good?"

In front of him was a miniature Stiles that had fox ears protruding from his mess of short curly hair and a fox tail behind him. His eyes were a shining gold and he was frowning as he breathed in.

"Stiles?" Derek took a step back and Stiles followed him almost desperately, crossing over the threshold and latched onto Derek's legs.

"Don't leave me!" the boy whimpered, his fox ears lowering as he buried his head in Derek's legs. "I don't know where I am and I have fox ears and a tail and I can't find my dad. I don't like being alone and you smell like home. And I know you can protect me. Please, Alpha." There were tears now rimming the bottom of Stiles' eyes.

Derek couldn't help the protective urge that rose in him when he heard the word 'Alpha' slip past Stiles' lips and the tears in his eyes.

"Stiles, I'm not going to leave." Derek managed to get mini Stiles to let go of his legs so he could crouch down next the young boy whose lip was trembling in an attempt not to cry. The second Derek was at his level, the young werefox shot himself into Derek's arms and buried his nose into Derek's neck, breathing him in. Derek's wolf rumbled happily as he scented him.

"Stiles, what's the last thing you remember?" Derek pulled back, placing a hand on Stiles' neck.

"I...I was at Scott's house." Stiles replied timidly, averting his eyes from Derek's gaze. "He's my best friend, by the way. It was his birthday. He's turning six."

"So you're how old?"

"Five." Stiles said proudly, holding up five fingers. "And a half."

"And do you have any idea how you turned into a werefox?"

"Uh... no, sorry."

"It's okay." Derek moved to stand up but Stiles grabbed his jacket.

"You smell really good like Mommy and Daddy and Lydia, but even better." Stiles turned his gaze so that their gazes would meet. "Who are you?"

"My name is Derek."

"Are you my wife?"

Derek snorted and picked Stiles up which made the young fox yelp and tighten his grip around Derek's neck.

"No, we're friends." Derek replied as he took out his phone from his back pocket and speed dialed Dr. Deaton, trying to ignore Stiles who was rubbing his cheek against Derek's neck and wrapping his tail around his arm.

"You smell like mine." Stiles let out a low purr and Derek was saved from responding when Deaton picked up on the third ring.

"Hello, Derek."

Derek cut to the chase and rushed out, "Stiles is in my house and he had fox ears and a tail and he's a child. I need you to come over."

"As much as I would love to, I'm a five hour drive away from Beacon Hills and I won't be returning until Friday. If you could take care of him, I'll take him off your hands when I come back. In the meanwhile, I'll research on the different possibilities of what could've happened.

"But-"

"Goodbye, Derek."

Deaton hanged up and Derek growled angrily as he threw his phone onto the couch. It was then that he noticed that Stiles had stopped rubbing him and was simply laying there with his chin on Derek's shoulder.

"Hey, Stiles, are you hungry?"

"Sure." Stiles said and Derek smelled the sadness coming off of him and it made him instantly worry, but he didn't know how to ask little Stiles what was wrong so he wandered into the kitchen with Stiles in his arms.

"What would you like to eat?"

"I'm not very hungry. Can we watch some TV?" Stiles said, turning to meet Derek's eyes. Derek gave him a side glance and nodded, turning around and heading back to the living room and turned the TV on to Spongebob Squarepants which instantly captured Stiles' attention. He set Stiles on the couch and the little boy drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on arms, his eyes thankfully glued onto the screen.

Derek took out his phone out and sent a group message to the pack and to Stiles' dad.

There's been an incident with Stiles. I need you to come to my house.

-Derek Hale

Satisfied with his text, he pocketed his phone and sat down next to Stiles who quickly turned his head back to the TV as if he hadn't been staring at Derek the whole time.

"You have pretty eyes." Stiles said. His fox ears twitched towards Derek nervously, and the older werewolf found himself at a loss for words. How was he supposed to reply to that?

"Um... thanks?"

Stiles was interrupted by the front door slamming open and Erica and Boyd rushing in to the room with worried eyes, which made Stiles scream and launch himself into Derek's arms.

"Alpha!" Stiles buried his face in Derek's chest, his red tail wrapping itself around Derek's stomach underneath the leather jacket. The alpha responded instinctively and wrapped his arms around the young fox, his face shifting into beta mode as he growled at his two betas. Both of their eyes widened but they tilted their necks in submission. Derek's alpha was placated by this gesture and he turned to the young cub in his arms.

"Stiles, it's okay. These are two of my betas, Erica and Boyd. They are friends." Derek murmured. The scent of relief and embarrassment suddenly permeated the air and Stiles peeked behind his shoulder, his face a bright red.

"Is that Stiles?" Erica asked in shock.

"I'm right here." Stiles said annoyed at being referred to in third person, his fox tail loosening its grip on Derek's stomach.

"Oh my god, you're so cute." Erica laughed as she reached for him and Stiles ears raised at the attention and he let go of Derek for her to pick him up. She cooed at him and he preened at the attention, which made Derek's wolf uncomfortable. He turned to Boyd only to find him looking at Stiles with the same affectionate gaze.

"WHERE IS HE?!" Scott rushed in, panting and his eyes zoomed in on the little werefox in Erica's arms. "Stiles?"

The young boy seemed to recognize his friend and he wiggled out of Erica's arms and ran to Scott. The beta werewolf kneeled down in shock and opened his arms, and Stiles threw his arms around Scott and nuzzled his cheek, gently biting it. Scott blinked in surprise, but Stiles was oblivious.

"Scott!" Stiles laughed, leaning back to look at his best friend. "Why do you look so old? You look like those teenagers that go to high school. And you have a mini mustache. How old are you? Are you from the future?"

Erica snorted at Stiles' observation that Scott hadn't shaved yet.

"Actually, I think you're from the past, Stiles." Scott said as he hoisted Stiles up.

It was at this moment that the rest of the people came in. Allison was with Lydia and Jackson and Isaac came in with the sheriff who looked worried until his eyes landed on Stiles.

"Dad!" Stiles wiggled out of Scott's arms and he ran to John who had a similar reaction to Scott's. He opened his arms as he kneeled down to embrace the young boy. His eyes met Derek's and he looked both worried and angry, but he still hugged his son tight who returned it gladly.

"Stiles?"

"Dad, look! I have fox ears like the one we saw in the woods! You remember, the one we saw after we went to McDonalds and you thought you saw a dog? Oh, and I have a tail!" Stiles pushed his dad away and reached for his tail but it seemed to escape him and he ended up going in circles trying to catch his tail which made all of them melt. Allison and Erica took out their phone taking pictures, while cooing. The young werefox tired himself out and fell to the floor with a huff, panting.

"I'm tired." Stiles yawned and stood up and walked over to Derek, jumping into his lap and the older boy reacted instinctively by wrapping an arm around him to make sure he wouldn't fall to the ground. Stiles smiled and curled into himself as he snuggled into the broody werewolf's stomach. Derek scowled at all the people who looked amused at Stiles' action except the sheriff who looked suspicious and crossed his arm.

"Okay, someone needs to tell me what's going on." Jackson said and everyone looked to Derek with raised eyebrows.

"First of all, it's not my fault."

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