To Stiles, he and Derek had been in a relationship - well that's what he'd hoped, even though they had kept it quiet. However, he realises that he was wrong when Derek and the pack force him to attend university two stated away - consequently kicking him out of the pack. When Stiles left, he didn't know he was pregnant. He returns five years later, two kids in two, a badass to save his former pack from death.

Stiles had always assumed that he and Derek were in a relationship. Yes, they kept it quiet because he was still seventeen; and because the new relationship might ruin the pack; and because Derek wasn't ready to commit. Well it wasn't really 'them' but more Derek. Stiles was just grateful that he even had the chance to be with someone as hot as Derek Hale. Derek Hale. Leather wearing, bushy eyebrowed, sour wolf badass! Whereas Stiles was a skinny, pale, freckled nerd! Over the past few months of secret meetings, kisses and sexy times - oh yeah! Lots of fun, sticky sweaty sexy times- Stiles had begun to fall in love with Derek. Although Derek was sullen and cautious, Stiles still cared for him. And despite the fact Derek had never shown true affection for him, he had believed that Derek loved him too.

All of his thoughts were revealed as false during a pack meeting - a pack meeting that consisted of Derek, Scott, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Lydia, Jackson, Allison, his dad, Melissa, Peter and Chris. What was meant to be a normal check up on Beacon Hills and its perimeters turned up to a 'gang up on Stiles' day. The whole of the pack, including his father - what a traitor!- told Stiles that he had to go to the University of Washington.

Stiles had argued for what seemed like hours, consistently telling the pack that he didn't want to go and that he'd be better off with them. Then Derek had said the five words that changed his mind. "We don't want you here!" Stiles was instantly struck silent. He pleadingly looked to his dad and Scott. Hoping that they would argue against Derek. But there was no answer. None.

Feeling heart broken, Stiles nodded. "okay fine. I guess I'll call them and let them know". As he turned and walked away, he was aware of the packs staring eyes and the silence which followed Derek's statement.

The instant Stiles got home he staggered to his room. Taking deep shallow breaths to prevent a panic attack, he shakily took out his suitcase. He grabbed as many clothes as possible, stuffed his laptop in his large black suitcase and some books on magic that Deaton had given him. Unknowing of what his next plan was, all Stiles could think about was getting away. He lugged his suitcase to jeep, and jumped in the driver seat. He turned on the ignition and began to drive, turning off his phone to stop any messages he would receive from his so called 'pack'.

After about thirty minutes of driving, he was unable to stop the tears from falling. He was heartbroken, upset, but most of all betrayed. Betrayed that his pack, his family, had kicked him out. It was obvious that they didn't need him.

Hours later and two states over, he was finally in Washington. He parked on a side road and finally rested his head against the seat. What was he going to do now? University didn't start until three weeks. He had no dorm prepared, no job, no friends. He was entirely alone.

He got out of his jeep -the only family he had now- and slowly walked over to the closest shop. When inside, he browsed the isles. He picked up a bottle of coke, a packet of crisps, some chocolate and a toothbrush. When he reached the counter, he tried to avoid the eyes of the elderly shopkeeper who was staring ay him unflinchingly.

"you alright son?" An old, baritone voice asked him. He ignored the piercing brown eyes and looked down.

"how much?" He asked, choosing to ignore the question. No, he wasn't okay. He had no-one.

"on the house son", replied the shop keeper. Stiles nodded in thanks and hurried to leave when the shop keepers question stopped him.

"what pack you from son?" Stiles turned slowly. Was he in danger? Was this a werewolf who was going to kill him? The shop keeper took another step towards him, placing his hands on Stiles' shoulders. "dont worry son, I wont hurt you" the mans comforting voice reassured Stiles, calming his nerves.

"um, a pack from California. Well, not anymore. They um - they kicked me out" he said, his voice still heavy with sadness and loneliness.

"do you have a place to stay?" The elderly man asked him, giving him a small smile. Stiles shook his head.

"well that cant be! You can come home with me, I have lots of space in my home". Stiles was hesitant to agree, but the amicable smile the man gave him was one of kindness, not malicious intent.

An hour later, Stiles was walking through a large wooden house. He had agreed with the man, now known as Lucas, and had followed the man to his home in his jeep. Stiles was now nervously following Lucas through a large hall. The closer he got to the end of the hall, the louder voices he heard. Lucas opened a door and beckoned him inside. As stiles entered, fifteen pairs of eyes looked up at him. All seated in a large living room, a variety of people stared at him. Some were children, some teenagers and a few adults. An aura of belonging and comfort seemed to resonate from the room. "Um hi" stiles said nervously, but hr had no reason to be as everyone smiled widely at him. An elderly lady walked over to Lucas, embracing him in a warming hug. "taking in strays are we?" She asked laughingly, causing stiles to let out a laugh himself.

"I found young stiles here in the shop, all alone, been kicked out of his pack". Resounding gasps followed his statement, many looking at him with sadness and pity. "and since he's pregnant I decided to offer him a place here".

Stiles froze. Pregnant? A joke right.

"pre-pregnant?" He asked cautiously, once again becoming the centre of focus from the large family. "why of course!"the elderly woman, who he assumed it be Lucas' wife replied. "you young man, are pregnant. We can sense it!" She said, as the rest of the adults in the family nodded in unison.

That was the last thing Stiles saw as he passed out from shock. When he awoke, Stiles was in a room, laying on a bed covered by a duvet. He was awake only for a instant before a male head popped through the door. "wakey wakey sleepy head" the young man said. He was around Stiles age, or a year or two older. He was tanned, with blonde hair and green eyes. He reminded Stiles instantly of Jackson, but seemed much kinder. "come and get some breakfast" he said, approaching Stiles and taking his hand. "lets go!" He exclaimed, pulling Stiles up from the bed and dragging him through the hall. Stiles once again walked down the long stretch of hall, this time taking notice to look at the large pictures adorning the flowered wall. This time hr entered another room, the kitchen. The whole family was seated at a long stretcher table which could seat twenty. Stiles was seated at the edge and was instantly bombarded with questions. "how are you feeling?" "you tired?" "good sleep?" "why did you faint?"

As overwhelmed as he was, he decided only to answer the last question. He slowly said, "I fainted because I never knew I was pregnant. I never knew males could get pregnant".

"of course you can!" a beautiful blond woman explained. Judging from her resemblance to the boy who had dragged Stiles out of bed, she was his mother. "it takes certain circumstances of course. The male must be an alpha wolf, and the other male must have magic"

"I have magic?" Stiles asked shocked before continuing. " i mean, i know i can use mountain ash but i don't think i have magic" he finished off.

"of course you do dear, you just haven't trained it yet" lucas' wife said wisely to him. " we'll train you how to use it. You need it for the pregnancy"

Stiles was once again in shock. It seemed in 24 hours he was kicked out of the pack, found out he had magic and was revealed to be pregnant. Talk about a bad day!