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It was the usual Saturday night for Stiles. He was in the woods running for his life from this weeks supernatural baddy.
The week had started out all right, nothing unusual. Until two days ago that is, when people and animals started to disappear from yards, and houses. After a little bit of research and confirmation from Deaton, Stiles found that it was a coven of witches. Deaton couldn't say for sure what they were up to but with that many missing, the pack knew that it was something big.
The pack had quickly discovered where the coven was based- a decent sized cave near the edge of the preserve- and formed a plan to rid Beacon Hills of them. The plan was going well so far everyone was in position and knew what they had to do.
Of course that was when things went wrong.
Unbeknownst to the pack the witches had set up a series of protective wards and traps. And so of course everyone set them off.
Which brings us back to Stiles running for his life. Stiles -being the unlucky person that he is - set off a spell that awoke a large troll, who then started trying to kill him. After he had been running for a while Stiles tripped over a tree root. Turning around Stiles saw the troll raise its club about to smash his human body, when a dark blur jumped out of the trees and onto the trolls back.
It was Derek, who having freed himself from the trap he had tripped came to help Stiles. He started tearing up the trolls back with teeth and claws. Howling in pain the creature reached back and ripped the wolf off, throwing him into a tree. Stiles started scrambling around on the ground for something to distract the troll so Derek could pick himself back up. Finding a good sized branch he hefted it like a bat and swung as hard as he could at the beasts head. The troll growled and spun around to hit Stiles who jumped out of the way just in time. With the troll sufficiently distracted Derek was able to pick himself up and once again jump on its back. But this time he went straight to ripping its head off.
"Whoa thanks dude" said Stiles brightly clapping the wolf on the shoulder. "Don't call me dude" Derek growled. "Come on let's get back to the rest of the pack." Just then a loud howl echoed through the preserve. "Oh shit!" Stiles gasped and started running back the way he came with Derek hot on his tail.
When they got back to the cave they saw that most of the coven had been taken care of but the last two had trapped the pack in a runed circle and were chanting something in Latin. Before Stiles and Derek could attack a cloud of brightly colored smoke surrounded the circle obscuring everyone inside from view. Derek leaped over and ripped out the throats of the remaining witches as the last words of the spell fell from their lips.
Stiles stood silently staring at the smoke waiting for it to dissipate while Derek dragged the bodies into a pile to burn them. When the smoke cleared Stiles couldn't see any of his friends just a large pile of clothes.
"SCOTT!" Stiles cried. "ISSAC, BOYD, ERICA, ALLI, KIRA!" Stiles felt like he was about to cry when the pile started to move.
"Derek get over here!" Derek looked over from where he was tending the fire. Suddenly a small head full of floppy hair peaked out of the pile.
"What's da matter Stidles?" the child asked. "Why you look so sad?"
"Holy crap! Scott?!" Stiles shouted in shock.
"Ooh Stidles said a bad word" chorused the two little blonde children who wormed their way out next. Derek seemed to be frozen in shock as Boyd, Kira, and Allison followed Scott, Isaac, and Erica out of the pile of the teens clothes.
"Fuck how are we going to explain this one" swore Stiles as he looked at his friends. Who were now a bunch of naked toddlers.
"Dewick tell Stidles to stop saying bad words fore he get in twouble" said Kira looking up at them with big eyes. This seemed to shake Derek from his stupor.
"Stiles stop swearing in front of the children" he snapped. "And help me at least get some shirts on them." With that he started to rummage through the clothes and throw everyone's shirts at Stiles. Stiles plopped on the grass and held up a shirt.
"Alright come here Boyd" he called. Boyd slowly walked over and allowed his shirt to be pulled over his head. "Whoops seems to be a bit to long" commented Stiles as he bunched the shirt up and tied it at Boyd's knees. Picking up the next shirt he called "Scott" and the little boy skipped over with his hair bouncing like crazy. Stiles proceeded to do the same with everyone's shirts until he had a line of toddlers who looked like they were trying to play dress up with their older siblings clothes. "Alright dude they're all dressed now what do we do?" Stiles asked Derek expecting the Alpha to have some kind of plan.
"Now I will take Boyd, Erica, and Isaac back to the station while you take Scott, Alli, and Kira to their houses." Derek said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And stop calling me dude.
"Ok not sure if you've realized this but the station is most definitely not a child friendly environment" stated Stiles. "So new plan I bring these three to their homes explain the situation to their parents. While you bring those three to my house." Derek glared but nodded realizing Stiles was right.
"Alright you three in the car we're going to stay with Stiles" Derek growled ushering the two blondes and small black boy into the Camaro. "YAY!!!" the three toddlers cheered clambering over each other to be the first one in the car.
"And now you three tiny ones get to go home to see your parents" Stiles addressed the rest of the kids.
"Us not tiny! Us is big kids!" cried Scott indignantly.
"Well first of all buddy it's 'we are' not 'us is' and secondly I'm sorry, you're right you guys are very big." Stiles said helping the children climb into the back of the jeep. Turning back to Derek he says "alright I'll meet you back at my place. The spare key is under the mat. There will be no climbing in second story windows with toddlers." Derek grunted and got into his car. Stiles mockingly saluted and hopped into his own car.
"Alright guys lets get you home."