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"Are you all werewolves?" asked the thirteen year old boy when he hopped out of the cage.
"Uh," Stiles said. "Anyone want to take this question?"
"Tell him the truth, Stiles. Odds are if he tells anyone they'll blame it on the traumatic experience," Isaac said.
Stiles pulled the older kid over to the side. "Yes, we're werewolves. What's your name?"
"Jamie," the boy muttered.
"Alright, Jamie, can I trust you to not say anything about this? My dad is the sheriff so he'll be telling another story."
Jamie nodded. "I won't say anything if you answer two questions."
Sneaky like shit, Stiles thought. "Okay, what questions?"
"Can I see you change up close? It looked kind of cool from far away."
Stiles reluctantly nodded and changed for the boy.
"Oh, that's freaky and awesome at the same time," he said happily. He started prodding Stiles' teeth with his finger.
"What's the second question?" Stiles asked after turning back.
"Can I be one too?" the boy asked thrusting his hand into Stiles' face and accidentally hitting Stiles.
"Maybe one day," Stiles lied pushing his hand away. "You're too young right now."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"That's just four years older," the boy complained.
"Okay, yeah, but I was sixteen when I was bitten. Not to mention I can't bite you."
"Why not?"
"Because if I bite you its just a bite. An alpha has to do it. I'm not an alpha. Also, there's a good chance you could die from the bite." Stiles knew there wasn't that big of a chance of dying, the the kid didn't need to know that.
"I'd take the risk," Jamie frowned.
"I bet you would," Stiles mumbled. "But you're too young right now. Maybe in a few years, okay?"
"Promise?"
"Yep," Stiles said. "Now let's call my dad and figure out what to do."
"Was he asking for the bite?" Scott whispered.
"Yeah. I lied and said maybe one day. I'm hoping he forgets completely over the next few years and doesn't find me one day and ask again. I'm not letting Derek bite a kid. Hell, I'm not letting him bite anyone else ever again. I'll pull his teeth out myself."
The sheriff arrived twenty minutes later. Lydia called him while Stiles was busy talking to Jamie. Stiles explained the situation to him and while confused as hell, he took action.
"Alright, you guys head on back to the house. I'm gonna call for back up and lead the children out of the woods and have this kid tell the fake story to the deputy writing up the report while I contact the parents of these children, alright?"
Stiles felt like an utter dick lying to such a nice little boy like that. He did what needed to be done though. When they all returned to the house, they didn't even make it to their rooms. Everyone just collapsed in the living room and fell asleep immediately.
That's how Derek found them. Stiles and Isaac were cuddled up on one side of the couch with Scott and Allison on the other side. Jackson and Lydia were all over the love seat with Danny crushed to the side. Erica and Boyd were in a chair in the corner and it was impossible to know how they ended up like that.
"Why does it smell like death in here?" Derek asked wrinkling his nose.
Stiles jerked awake. "Let’s just say my first mission as temporary alpha was a success." Everyone else slowly woke up too.
"Why what happened?" They all started telling the story at the same time. When they were finished, Derek grunted, "good job, Stiles." He really meant it and he knew Stiles knew he did, but he wasn't going to get all congratulatory. "What now?" he asked when Stiles looked at him expectantly.
"A reward, duh," Stiles said. "Danny will have to point me in the direction of vampire and witch information later." Everyone just let out a collective sigh.
"Damn it, Stiles, let it go," Danny groaned. "They probably don't even exist. I'm sure not all mythical creatures and everything do."
"Not a chance. What do you think Derek?"
"I doubt witches exist, Stiles." He really had no clue, but he just wanted Stiles to shut it. "Your reward is breakfast, my treat. If you want it, get your ass out to the car."
"Hang on, is Derek being nice? Again? Albeit in his own grumpy way."
"Shut up, Stiles," Derek growled.