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Stiles stood on the burnt down porch of the Hale house. ”Get him baby!”, Lydia’s voice was more excited than she had ever heard her. She was cheering on Jackson as him and Scott were sparring in the front yard. Farther away Allison was shooting arrows at Boyd and Erica and they tried to dodge them. ”Make sure your legs are out of the way, an arrow to the knee will slow you down majorly!" She yelled, as an arrow barely missed Erica’s feet. Peter and Cora were inside with Derek while he was on the phone with the contractors. A sharp smack on the back of her head brought Stiles back to the task at hand.
”You need to pay attention.” Chris Argent's voice was sharp and Stiles rolled her eyes.
”Yeah, yeah yeah. Just set me up.” She grumbled.
”Isaac, pull!” Chris yelled. Isaac pulled the lever and a clay bird shot out. Stiles brought the gun up and pulled the trigger. The bullet clipped the bird and she looked at Chris with a satisfied grin.
”And our champion shooter is Stiles Stilinski! Please ladies no pictures no autographs!” She exclaimed while doing a small victory dance. Chris snorted.
”Isaac, three!” Isaac pulled the lever three times as Chris lifted his own gun. He pulled the trigger three times and each bullet hit the birds dead center.
”Show off. ” Stiles said with a look of awe. Erica and Boyd walked on to the porch and sat on either side of Stiles.
”This is boring.” Erica said as she laid her head against her knee.
”I’m hungry.” Boyd said as he repeated her action.
”You're both being childish go back with Allison.” Stiles chided.
”But Allison is shooting at targets now.” Erica whined.
”She shot a squirrel and she wouldn't let us have it.” Boyd whined with her. Stiles sighed.
”Boyd, I've told you. Dead uncooked animals are not food.” Boyd whined and Stiles made a shushing noise.
”I’ll take everyone out for dinner when training is over.”
”But training needs to be over now.” Erica complained. Before Stiles could say anything else the front door opened and a familiar growl had Erica and Boyd scrambling behind Stiles and whimpering. Stiles sat her gun down and ran her hand through Erica’s hair.
”Nice of you to join us out here sour wolf. When are the contractors coming ?” Stiles asked. Derek ignored her and looked at the two Betas.
”You need to be training.” Derek growled.
”Derek give them a break we have been training all week. It’s normal for them to want to take a break. Hell even you should want to take a break, pushing yourself to the limit or them to the limit is not healthy for you guys. So why don’t we all go to my house and I’ll cook dinner. Anything you like actually and we can sit on the couch and watch Kujo.” Stiles offered.
"I’m sure they wanted a break when Allison was shooting arrows at them like no tomorrow, or better yet when they were getting their asses kicked by the Alpha pack.” Derek looked down at the Betas after he said this and growled .They clung tighter to Stiles. ”So maybe if they don’t want it to happen again they will spar until I say stop." It wasn't a request, it was a command that even Stiles got and it sent Boyd and Erica scurrying off the porch. Stiles frowned at the Alpha wolf.
”Dude you need to chill the fuck out they-“
”Chris, Lydia!” Derek barked out their names and they innocently looked up as if they hadn't been eavesdropping the whole time.
”Yes?” Lydia asked.
”Can you pick us up some Chinese food and bring it to Stiles house?” Derek asked with his gaze locked on Stiles as if daring her to say anything.
”I think we can do that; come on Lydia.” Chris said while grabbing the girls arm and pulling her down to the car. Normally Chris would object to being the food boy but in the past two months since he had been helping the pack he had seen the dynamics of a Hale-Stilinski fight. There was a lot of meaningless words thrown (and once even a chair) and a shit load of things unsaid. Once they were in Chris' car Lydia started texting bets on who would win this arguments.
”Peter.” Derek growled his name and Peter came out with his hands up in surrender.
”I know, I know. Peter make yourself scarce even though you are the only one here with the knowledge to mediate this argument.” Peter said with a fake sigh as he beckoned for Cora and they slowly walked off the porch. Derek rolled his eyes. He knew telling Peter to shut up was about as useful as telling Stiles to. Once Peter and Cora were out of ear shot he crowded into Stiles personal space, pushing her into the burnt wall of the house.
”Do not baby my pack.” He warned while staring Stiles down. Stiles stared back, her gaze unflinching.
”You are pushing them to hard. Isaac came to my house to sleep with me last night because he had a nightmare and even though I wasn't there I know you were sparring with him yesterday and broke his arm.” Stiles said the last part with a glare that almost rivaled Derek’s. Derek stiffened and ran his hand through his hair, A gesture that Stiles knew was one of his ways that showed regret for a decision.
”That is not my fault. He spaced out and didn't do anything when I came at him.” Derek tried to explain. Stiles glare softened and she patted Derek’s chest.
“Accidents happen sour wolf. Just chill out a bit on them, their pups in teen bodies.” Derek grunted which Stiles was about as much as an answer as she would get . She smiled and started smoothing out his shirt. ”Now what time are the contractors coming this week? I need to know when I should start putting sheets in the guest room.” Stiles asked.
”They wanted to come next week,” Derek said slowly. Stiles tightened her hands in Derek’s shirt.
”What do you mean their coming next week? You said they couldn't build next week. That was a distinct request that you got approved. They can't come here next week.” Stiles voice opened no discussion on the matter. Derek looked down at Stiles hands fisted in his shirt but he didn't move them.
”Don’t you think I fucking know that. I told them to come the week after.” Derek explained. Stiles loosened her grip on Derek’s shirt and released a sigh.
”Thank God. Now pups come on, dinner is at my place.” Isaac ran from the grass up to the porch and squished himself in between Stiles and Derek.
”I’m riding with Stiles and Derek.” He announced as he nuzzled against Stiles neck.
”Why do you think they're riding together?” Scott asked as the rest of the pack made it onto the porch. Isaac looked up as if that was the dumbest question any one asked.
”Because mommy and daddy always ride together.” Isaac answered. Jackson snorted and Stiles looked at Isaac stunned.
”We are not Mommy and Daddy. If anything we are daddy and fun step-aunt that is it.” Stiles explained.
“More like the “aunt” that dad brings home when mom is away.” Jackson murmured with a smirk. Derek groaned.
”I’m going to the jeep. Isaac come on” Derek said. Isaac nuzzled Stiles one last time before following Derek to the car.
”Just for that comment Jackson you don’t get dessert.” Stiles said as she grabbed her gun. She looked over at her jeep and frowned. ”Derek get away from the drivers side door! I swear Derek! Don’t just ignore me! Dammit Derek, I’m driving!” Stiles was yelling as she ran to the jeep..
”It’s a good thing she can cook.” Jackson joked as they made their way to his car.