Pack Mentality :Sterek: 2

"Derek, stop! Derek!" Stiles protested as Derek moved closer to him, his head level with Stiles' stomach. Stiles reached down and grabbed the wolf by the hair and pulled him away. "What the hell do you think you're doing? What if someone walks in and you're being a freak of nature and listening to my stomach? That would be a bit weird don't you agree?" Stiles hissed and Derek rolled his eyes.

"You're my mate and you're carrying my child. Don't you think I should be allowed to hear it?" Derek argued and Stiles crossed his arms, glaring darkly at Derek.

"Maybe when we're alone."

"We are alone!"

"Scott's right there!" Stiles shouted and Derek rolled his eyes.

"Scott is unconscious." Derek said with a raised eyebrow. Stiles sighed and looked away from Derek's eyes. "Stiles? What is it?"

"It's just...I haven't even really wrapped my head around the fact that I'm pregnant, okay? I haven't even broken the news to my dad yet, and jesus is that going to be hell." Stiles muttered, sighing. "I just...can we please move a little slower with this? I...it's weird to think that your spawn is in my stomach...er...not really my stomach. Well actually, it's closer to my pelvis, did you know that? The uterus grows upward and it isn't even really near your stomach at all--"

"Stiles. You babble too much." Derek whispered, standing and pressing a soft kiss to Stiles' lips. Stiles blushed softly and looked down. "I understand. I'll lay off with the baby stuff for now, okay?"

"Thank you." Stiles mumbled as the front door busted open and Jackson and Isaac walked in bickering.

"You're such an asshole. Yes you're a wolf now, so shut up about it already! I'm a wolf too, it doesn't make me any better than you. Even though I could probably kill you where you stand." Isaac said offhandedly and Jackson growled.

"You know that I was the kanima, I could easily kill you right now--"

"Was being the operative word, Jackson. You were the kanima in the past, now you are just a wolf. Stop being so stupid!"

"I'll kill you Isaac, you runt!" Jackson growled as he lunged for Isaac. Lydia then stepped into the house and rolled her eyes.

"Enough, both of you! Ugh you're such primal animals sometimes, I swear." She said, flipping her hair and swishing her hips as she walked into the house, seeing Stiles and Derek in the living room. She smiled at Stiles and Stiles smiled back in return. Jackson and Isaac looked up as they noticed the other two members of the pack in the room. Stiles laughed softly and shook his head.

"You two are so stupid." Derek muttered. "Useless. How are we going to fight off a pack of alphas if we can't even work in harmony in our own pack?" Derek growled, walking away from Stiles and yelling at the two Betas on the ground, submissively averting their eyes from Derek's.

Lydia shook her head and looked over to Stiles, glancing at Scott on the couch.

"I take it you told him, then?" She asked and Stiles nodded, rubbing his arm awkwardly. "Don't act like such a weirdo, Stiles." She said with a slight joking tone.

"It's just weird that you knew before Derek or Scott."

"I was just checking on you, after what happened after the game...I was worried about you, alright? I didn't think you'd be taking a pregnancy test or anything. Which was really weird and I thought we said we wouldn't talk about it again." Lydia said, giving Stiles a look that he was slightly afraid of. He nodded quickly and looked away.

"Right. Sorry. Forgot." Stiles muttered and Lydia frowned.

"Are you okay?" She finally asked, not really one for compassion. Stiles shrugged and sighed.

"I guess. I just...I'm gonna be a junior in high school and...having a baby is just...hard to think about." He finished and Lydia nodded with a slight frown, patting Stiles awkwardly on the back.

"Wait who did you knock up?" Isaac asked, jumping from the floor and pushing past Derek who growled, his eyes glowing red. Isaac ignored the alpha and wandered closer to Stiles, his eyes curious. "Who's having a baby?" Isaac asked again and Stiles looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Come on, tell me." Isaac pushed before Derek knocked him into the adjacent wall. Stiles looked up in shock and saw Isaac slide to the floor.

"Derek! That wasn't really necessary." Stiles growled and Derek shrugged.

"My pack. I do what I want." He argued and Stiles glared at him.

"Derek that's really not appropriate behavior for a time like this." Lydia hissed and Derek growled darkly at her. Lydia rolled her eyes and flipped her strawberry blonde hair.

"Don't give me that, wolf boy. You know I'm right." She said, walking to Jackson and standing by him. Isaac huffed and stood up from the floor, still looking intently at Stiles.

"You have to tell us, Stiles! What happened? What baby?" Isaac asked and Stiles frowned.

"I really don't want to talk about it right now, I already made Scott pass out with it." Stiles muttered and Isaac thought for a moment, his eyes widening.

"You knocked Allison up!" He accused and Stiles looked up in shock, his eyes wide.

"What?! Hell no! Allison is Scott's, even if they're broken up right now. She's off limits man. That's just disgusting." Stiles said and Isaac tilted his head.

"Then who the hell did you knock up?" He urged and Stiles sighed in frustration, locking eyes with Isaac.

"I didn't knock anyone up, okay? Derek did the knocking up." He seethed and all eyes fell on Derek, who growled lowly. Isaac kept on staring intently at him, though.

"Who did you get pregnant?" Isaac asked and Derek rolled his eyes, subconsciously placing his hand on Stiles' waist.

"That is none of your concern, Isaac." Derek insisted, but Isaac wouldn't let up.

"If it affects the pack then we all deserve to know." He said and Derek growled.

"He's right, if it affects us, we have a right to hear about it." Jackson said and Derek frowned and Stiles closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Fine! Fine! It's me. I'm pregnant. Derek knocked me up, alright? Can we please stop talking about the stupid baby, now?!"Stiles shouted and the entire room grew silent. Jackson rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Nice joke, smart ass. Now why don't you tell us the truth?" Jackson said and Stiles growled, glaring at Jackson.

"If I was joking, you'd fucking know about it." Stiles said and Jackson frowned.

"You're a guy...aren't you?" Jackson asked smugly and Stiles frowned.

"W-well...yeah...for the most part."

"For the most part?" Jackson pressed and Stiles sighed.

"I'm a hermaphrodite." He muttered softly and Jackson busted out in hearty laughter.

"Oh that's rich! Do you all hear this? It's a he-she!" Jackson teased and Stiles felt his heart clench. He didn't care much for Jackson at all, but it still hurt. The jackass never knew when he'd gone too far, and this time he crossed so many lines. Derek heard Stiles' heartbeat speed up and could smell salty tears fill he teen's eyes. Derek looked at Stiles and saw that the teen was holding in tears as well as he possibly could, but his hormones were winning out. Derek glared at Jackson as the Beta was laughing loudly, rolling about the floor. Lydia was staring at him disapprovingly.

"Derek. I'm going to go home." Stiles whispered before quickly leaving the Alpha's grasp, slamming the door behind him and rushing to his own home. Derek glared at Jackson.

"You're such a douche." He growled, kicking Jackson to make him stop laughing.

"Oh did he go home crying?" Jackson mocked and Derek growled, his eyes glowing red, making Jackson whimper in submission.

"Now I have to go find him and try to repair the damage you just caused." Derek growled, about to leave when he felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see Isaac staring at him and shaking his head.

"Give him some space, Derek. Yeah, Jackson's a jackass, but he needs to space." Isaac said and Derek shook his head.

"I'm his mate, I'm supposed to protect him from Jackson and people like him." Derek said, pulling his arm out of Isaac's grasp and moving toward the door. Suddenly Peter's voice rang out from the top of the stairs.

"Ah-ah-ah, pup. Let Fertile-Myrtle get some space, will ya? I don't even care about you two and I can tell you're smothering him. Ugh I can feel it all over the house, you and your love or whatever. It's actually a little gross. Just give him a little space. Besides. He's gotta break the news to his dad, huh? And when those other two wolves come back...if they come back that is...he'll have to tell them too. Oh this jut gets better and better!"

"Shut up, Peter, you don't know anything about this." Derek growled and Peter rolled his eyes.

"Oh of course not. But y'know what I'm excited for, Pissy-Pup? I can't wait to see that Sheriff shoot you down. It'll be so fun to watch the big, bad alpha get shot by his pregnant mate's father. Oh! I'm giggling just thinking about it." Peter chimed and Derek growled again.

He shook his head and sighed, sitting on the couch by Scott's feet, shaking his head and sighing.

"This is your fault, Jackson." Derek spat and Jackson rolled his eyes.

"It's not my fault he's a freak." Jackson muttered, looking to Lydia who was rolling her eyes at him.

"Don't be such an ass, Jackson." She sighed, pulling him from the Hale house. Jackson growled but followed Lydia like a loyal dog anyway. Isaac stared at Derek as the alpha growled and huffed to himself. He managed to avoid Derek the rest of the day, for fear of being his punching bag.

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Stiles flopped onto his bed and felt tears leak down his cheeks and onto his pillow. Stupid Jackson always being a stupid jackass. And stupid Derek for making his stupid hormones get all stupid... Stiles grumbled to himself until he heard a knock at his door. He sighed.

"I don't want to talk, Dad."

"It's not really a matter of want son. We need to talk." Stiles' father said and Stiles sighed, rolling over to stare at his father.

"What?" He asked, watching his dad sit at the foot of his bed.

"I found something...interesting, son..." Mr. Stilinski spoke softly and Stiles felt his eyes widen.

"W-what would that be, Dad?" He asked, trying to stay calm.

"It was a pregnancy test, son." Mr. Stilinski said in an even tone. Stiles gulped. "And I need to ask you something very important, Stiles--"

"Yes! Okay! It's mine! I'm sorry!" Stiles shouted, flopping back down into his pillow and bawling loudly. Mr. Stilinski raised his eyebrows. He sighed softly.

"Stiles, look at me."

"No!" Stiles hissed and his Dad tilted his head.

"Stiles, come on, son--"

"I know you're disappointed, okay, dad? I know! Just...just leave me alone..." Stiles whispered and Mr Stilinski sighed, nodding.

"We'll finish this up in a while, then, son." He said, leaving his son's room and closing the door gently.