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CHAPTER ONE
I AM SO GROUNDED
Peter Hale and Stiles Stiinski were once Again fighting both of then not backing down practically chest to chest as they yelled and Derek and Scott were tense both ready to jump in if things got physical which rarely happened they both usually just stormed off in a huff.
“That is the stupidest, most suicidal plan I ever heard in my fucking life we can’t just use Scott as bait.” Stiles said.
“The witch is attracted to power so it’s either a true Alpha or a spark and you're not trained fully yet.” Peter said.
“Well why can’t you be bait, undead boy you got power.” Stiles argued.
“That was good planning and a banshee, not a special power I personally possess.” Peter shot back he was getting annoyed. Stiles was passed annoyed and pissed the hell off who the hell did Peter think he was just handing out plans like he was the fucking Alpha, telling Stiles what to do. He wasn’t the boss of him.
“All we have to do is bait them jesus fuck Peter I am perfectly capible of standing there twirling my magic around until the pack jumps in.” Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Twirling you…twirling…are you fucking insane?” Peter growled.
“You would know.” Stiles hissed. Peter stepped forward now completely chest to chest. Stiles used his spark to push Peter back and then a bright light hit the room and they all froze when a teenage boy no older than 13 was standing near the door his jaw dropped he looked at Peter and Stiles and then at the clock on the loft wall which showed it to be almost one o’clock int he morning and cringed.
“I am so fucking grounded.” He winced.
The kid was around 13 he was gorgeous there was no denying that he had light brown hair and long eyelashes that a female would kill for. He was tall and had a decent muscle tone his face was a mixture of stunning and cute he had a strong very familiar jaw line, full lips a slightly upturned nose wide eye that were blue and a had a few dark beauty marks on the left side of his face. The pack stared at him, jaws dropped, the boy was like Peter and Stiles merged.
“Who are you?” Derek finally said as he looked at the scared wide eyed teen.
“Luke Hale.” He said. He looked at Stiles and Peter who now stood apart. “Dads, am I grounded and why am I at Derek’s?” He sounded a little scared now and damn if that didn’t hurt Stiles heart a little.
“Sit down and tell us what you remember.” Stiles said, shaking off his shock and the weirdness of being called dad.
Luke sat down on the couch and looked relieved.
“I think he broke Peter.” Scott said, running his hands back and forth in front of Peter's face. Peter was not responding, just looking stunned and shocked.
“Peter, I need you to get over here now.” Stiles said firmly and Peter shook his head like a dog and slapped Scott's hand away with a glare.
Everyone settled in around Luke; he looked comforted as if he was pack.
“What do you remember?”Stiles asked.
“Am I going to be grounded?” He asked.
“Of course not.” Stiles said.
“Depends on what you did?” Peter said at the same time and they glared at each other.
“He obviously didn’t do this, it was accidental magic and I don’t know how we managed to bring a future child here but he obviously doesn't exist here yet.” Stiles was getting a little pissy with Peter.
“Okay, so I was out and I was quietly coming into the house…”
“You snuck out of the house, you mean.” Peter asked, raising a brow.
“I refuse to acknowledge that implication.” Luke also raised brow.
Stiles snorted, Derek laughed and even though he was trying to hide it a look of pride flashed in Peter’s eyes.
“Like I was saying I was walking through the door and suddenly here I am.” Luke explained. I was a little weirded out obviously until I realized the pack is here and I am safe.” He explained.
“Tell us about yourself?” Derek said.
“My name as I said is Luke Hale,I am 14, I go to Beacon Hills High, My parents are Stiles and Peter Hale, I am first line on the Lacrosse team my godparents are Derek and Jackson Hale…” Derek choked and Jackson dropped the apple he was about to bit into. Lydia looked furious. Erica grinned from ear to ear and Issac handed her a twenty with a pout.
Scott frowned.
“Dude.” He said looking at Stiles hurt.
“Are you an only child?” Stiles asked.
“No, Claudia and Laura my sisters are two.” He said.
“Peter knocks Stiles up twice and they are married in the future.” Erica is almost manic as she giggles. “Whats your birthday Luke?”
“ NO BABY MATH” Stiles said serious.
“Am, I their godfather?” Scott asked Luke.
“Um, no offense but who are you?” Luke said and the room went silent.
“Your dads best friend” Scott sputtered.
“Oh your McCall.” Luke scoffs.
“My fathers best friend is uncle Jackson and Derek.” He stated.
Uncle Issac is Claudia's godfather and Aunt Erica is Laura’s Godmother.” He tells them.
The room erupted, everyone was arguing mostly with Scott.
“ENOUGH!” Derek roared.
“Luke, do you live here?” Derek asked.
“No, I live with my dads at our house.” He gave the address and were sad to say it existed but an old couple lived there right now.
“Well obviously he can’t go to his future home.” Peter said simply.
Luke looked a little overwhelmed ever since people started to yell.
“You okay?” Stiles asked softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“I wanna go home.” He blinked fast and Stiles recognized the gesture it's the same one he got when he was trying not to cry.
“I am gong to take you home okay baby, you can stay with grandpa and me until we figure out how to get you home safely.” Stiles promised.
“Daddy too?” He asked looking at Peter.
“Sure kiddo, we’ll figure it out.” Peter ran a hand through his sons hair.
“We got to explain this to my dad, I am so grounded.” Stiles said and Luke laughed