It was Saturday Morning and Sheriff Stilinski fully intended to exploit that fact. He was allowed Bacon one day a week, without any interference from Stiles, unless Stiles was in trouble, then his Bacon ration increased. On a roll the Sheriff decided to fry his eggs instead of scrambling them, he cracked the eggs and broke them into the frying pan. He grinned despite the fact his Cholesterol level rose, by simply looking at his breakfast feast. As his eggs cooked he heard footsteps thud on the stairs, realizing Stiles was awake he cracked 2 more eggs into the frying pan. By the time Stiles sat down at the table his eggs were cooked, the Sheriff plated up the food and set a plate down in front of his son. Stiles looked a little green around the edges, the Sheriff tried to be sympathetic until he let out a slight chuckle.

"Oh God, Dad - I, uh"... Stiles started to wretch as he spoke.

Once he got his wretching under control Stiles scowled, looking at the plate like it had personally offended him. Actually he was looking at the plate like it had mortally wounded him. He picked up his fork and poked the egg yoke with it, grimacing at the thought of eating. It remind the Sheriff of the expression Stiles wore, when he learnt Burgers come from Cows and he became a vegeterian. Unlike the vegetarian phase, this wasn't going to end with Stiles declaring "The Cows had it coming, tasting good is not a good evolutionary strategy." This looked more like it was going to end with Stiles puking on his shoes and then spending a week driving the Sheriff crazy, while he was bedridden. Without warning Stiles started wretching again, he immediately slid from his chair and charged out of the room.

"Thank God for downstairs toilets. Eh kid!" the Sheriff hollered after his son.

"I don't feel so good dad." Stiles grumbled as he returned to the kitchen.

The sheriff fully aware that Stiles reverted to being 5 years old when he was sick, stood up and placed his hand on Stiles' forehead. Then he checked Stiles' throat for tenderness and swelling. He was about to tell Stiles to go to bed, when Stiles charged back out of the room. Presumably to the downstairs toilet again, the Sheriff followed his son. Entering the bathroom he placed his hand flat on Stiles' back and rubbed gently knowing the motion would both soothe Stiles and help him to bring up whatever might be making him sick. The Sheriff stared into space as Stiles stopped wretching and final brought up his stomach contents, it wasn't pleasant, but it would absolutely help him to feel better. He resigned himself to a shop run, somebody needed to pick up the Gatorade and Strawberry cough bottle, that Stiles insisted on when he was sick.

"Look on the bright side kid, you feel better by Monday. Unless you did something stupid, like getting knocked up by Derek Hale."

"Ha, Ha that's funny dad and not at all helpful. Besides you already know I hardly know Derek Hale, I just know him through Scott and since I'm a teenaged boy and can't get knocked up, I'll thank you to go pick up Blue Gatorade and a Strawberry cough bottle. Right now they are my one true love."

"I notice you deny knowing Derek Hale, but didn't deny being sexually active."

"Oh God, dad, I'm in Hell. Can we not? Besides I didn't think I needed to deny being sexually active, my Virginity is still intact and iron-clad. God knows I've tried giving my Virginity away, but nobody wants it and why am I discussing my lack of a sex life with you? Dad, go get me drugs!"

After his dad left Stiles seriously considered "El Weird" that now constituted his life. He'd excepted that Werewolves were real with relative ease and suspects that would be true, even if Scott hadn't been the reason he learnt about the existence of Werewolves. If Werewolves were real than Vampires were probably real too and who knows what other supernatural creatures might exist, except for Were-Panthers and Were-Tigers because that's just ridiculous. With his nausea under control, he marched out to his Jeep and drove to the nearest Pharmacy. At this point pregnant teenaged boy wasn't all that big of a stretch, especially when said teenaged boy had abandoned his Virginity months ago in the back seat of Derek Hale's Camaro. Somebody had wanted his virginity and that somebody was, of course, Derek Hale - Alpha Werewolf Extraordinaire. If somebody was going to get a teenaged boy pregnant the odds were it was an Alpha Werewolf.

Derek looked at the tiny blue line on the white stick, then he looked at Stiles and once again at the stick, while Stiles wished that he discovered Derek's newest facial expression under different circumstances. He knew his heart was racing and that Derek would be able to hear his heart racing, after he'd recovered from the shock of tiny blue line he'd phoned Deaton and made an appointment for himself. Wasn't that just a kicker, his Obstetrician was going to be the local Veterinarian - review "El Weird". Then he phoned Derek and asked him to come over, he promised himself he was going to remain calm only screaming and kicking Derek in the balls after he got answers. Derek looked at him again, appeared to try and say something before shrugging his shoulders and looking puzzled. He shrugged, that was the only trigger Stiles required at this point.

"You're shrugging, that's your answer. Use your words Derek, I need answers and I need them before I become a father or mother." Stiles yelled.

"Stiles I..."

"Derek, I'm not going to be a father or a mother, I'm just gonna be a big freak aren't I." Stiles sobbed, the realisation that gender norms didn't apply here suddenly hitting him with all the added weight that carried.

Derek reached out and pulled Stiles into a hug, "Your not a freak, besides it's a home pregnancy test and they aren't always right."

"I guess." Stiles muttered quietly.

During the week Deaton confirmed what Stiles had been dreading, he hadn't told Derek yet. Even worse he had to tell his father, but telling his father meant revealing the existence of Werewolves and other supernatural stuff. The week had been uneventful for the Sheriff at least, who was already in the kitchen with Bacon and Eggs in the frying pan. Stiles wandered into the Kitchen fully prepared to reprimand his father, over his breakfast choices, however the smell of Bacon and grease completely overwhelmed him and he charged off to the downstairs toilet, wretching. As he crouched over the toilet bowl; he decided it would be better if breakfast caused his father's heart attack, instead of the news that Werewolves existed and one of them had gotten his son pregnant.

"Stiles, are you OK, do you need me to call the doctor? Should I set up an appointment with the Oncologist?" That was the question on everybody's lips, when a Stilinski was sick for more than a few days.

"No Dad, I'm fine. Tuna Surprise in the Cafeteria yesterday, nobody told me the surprise was whether you lived through the night or not!"

"Fine, I'll go get your meds. But how many more times do I have to tell you not to eat anything with surprise in the name?"

After his father left, Stiles tried to go back to bed, he just wanted to sleep and forget this whole horrible business. But since Stiles life has never gone as he planned, he's actually stopped planning his life because the supernatural will laugh at those plans, Derek climbed through his window. For once he actually made enough noise to make Stiles aware of his presence. Stiles turned on to his back, with his face no longer buried in his pillow, he could see Derek, even speak to Derek. But for once in his life Stiles didn't want to say a word. If he didn't tell anybody, that he was pregnant, then he could pretend everything was fine, he could go back to burying his head in the sand. Why couldn't Stiles have the sort of problems that could be dealt with by avoiding them, until they went away.

"Stiles, are you OK? What did Deaton say?"

"He said congratulations, your having puppies. I've reached a new low Derek, the local Veterinarian is my Obstetrician."

"Stiles!" Derek's voice had that harsh quality. The one that usually preceeded Stiles being slammed into a wall.

"No Derek, you don't get to be annoyed. You don't get to be angry at me and you definitely don't get to slam my into a wall. I'm the guy that's pregnant, I'm the... Get that look of your face right now Derek, you don't get to be a martyr. I'm the one that just spent the morning hugging the toilet bowl. I'm the guy that gets to be the first guy in the history of ever to be pregnant." Stiles shouted.

"So, it's definite? But how?"

"Because you have indestructible Werewolf Sperm. You can't tell me you didn't this was a possibility, your like those 'We don't need a condom, I swear I'll pull out baby' guys."

"Stiles I honestly didn't know I could get you pregnant. I was orphaned before mum and dad explained mating rights properly."

"Mating rights! No, you don't get to play the 'I'm an orphan' card. I'm pregnant and I'm scared and your not getting off the hook."

Derek, sensing Stiles' distress, reached out, gently touching the palm of his hand to Stiles' cheek. Stiles placed his hand on Derek's, before gripping Derek's wrist with his free hand and pressing deeper into the warm comforting touch. Derek grabbed the back of Stiles' head with his free hand, forcing Stiles to make eye contact with him.

"I promise I'll be there for you, you're my mate and you've somehow found a way to give me the things I accepted I'd never have. You're amazing and I'll be with you forever, you were more than enough of a reason for me to want to live and move on with me life. I wanted to move on with my life, just you and me would have made me happy. But somehow you're giving me yet another reason to find my way back to the person I used to be."

There was a knock on the door, "Stiles I was just wondering if you could find the time to explain, how Werewolves are real and I'm going to be a grandfather? It will do when Derek leaves."

"Uh, Sure Dad." Stiles glared at Derek, it was less than intimidating. "How come you didn't hear him come in?" Stiles yelled.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear the door over your shouting."

"Incidentally, your shouting is also the reason I know about Werewolves and about your 'Ripley's believe it or not' worthy pregnancy. Derek since I'm aware you're a Werewolf I'm going to save myself from being eaten, by ignoring the fact that you had unprotected sex with my underage son. I'm sure you agree, now is not the time for further stupidity."

"Yes sir!"

"Wait, as I recall your virginity is still intact and Iron-clad Stiles. So I guess Derek hasn't been having unprotected sex with a minor, it must be an immaculate conception. Derek I trust you'll be leaving now, I need to talk with my son. Join us for lunch tomorrow, I need to catch up on lost time with my future son-in-law."

"I hate you more than I hate Derek." Stiles groaned.

"I know son, I know." the Sheriff chuckled as he made his way out of Stiles' room.