Author's Note; this one was hard to write for me, it's super fluffy and angst all at once and waahh! I still don't own Teen Wolf, if I did I wouldn't be posting my stories on Tumblr or Fanfiction. Sadly, Stiles' story about Gemma, who I love, love, love is true. It happened with my grandmother. And I know Erica didn't have seizures until she was twelve, for the sake of this drabble, she's had epilepsy her entire life.

Chapter Three: Buzzcuts and Boobies

As the battery-powered razor came to life, Stiles Stilinski plucked at the black I Heart Boobies bracelet shoved into the pocket of his red hoodie. It was there, shoved in his pocket, because of Mr. Harris: he didn't believe it was actually for awareness, not because it was just funny to him.

"Why do you shave your head, Stiles?" Derek Hale, his much-older boyfriend, questioned as Stiles stared into the mirror.

"My dad did it for the first time when I was two," he started, setting the razor on the porcelain sink and sitting down on the edge of Derek's queen-sized bed, a single tear falling. "when my mom went for her first round of chemo. Right before I met you at the park. I didn't want her to be alone, so I asked my dad if I could. I was eight going on nine when it got worse, when the chemo and radiation weren't helping. She passed away on Scott's ninth birthday. I was at dinner with him and his parents.

"My dad took me to see her that day. By then, the cancer was everywhere. She couldn't string words together to make sentences or anything. I remember her last good day. She was sitting up in a chair and my dad and I bought her what she wanted for lunch. And then they took her to rehabilitation and she had seizures and it just went downhill. And she died, finally. I was kind of glad, I was done watching my mother suffer. I do it in her memory."

"Hello, 911, what is your emergency?" the woman on the other end said calmly.

"My mommy was using the bathroom and she fell and she won't wake up," Stiles wailed, wishing his dad or Scott or anybody were home with him.

"Okay, Sweetie Pie, what's your name?"

"I'm Genim Stilinski. I'm eight and a half years old. I live at 35721 Holland Drive. It's a big white house with navy shutters," he recited, taking a deep breath. "

"Okay, is your mom breathing?"

"Um, yes, but she's...she's shaking," like Erica, he mumbled to himself. What did Mrs. Garcia call it when Erica was shaking? "she's having a seizure."

"We're sending an ambulance, Sweetheart, just stay on the phone with me."

"Shh, Stiles, relax, relax," Derek murmured, scooping up crying Stiles and rocking him as he laid him down on the bed.

He'd never done this before, he'd been in only a few relationships and the girls he dated didn't have that much baggage.

Stiles curled into the muscular alpha, and Derek held him. Finally his breathing steadied, and his chest was rising and falling.

"Goodnight, Stiles," he whispered, tucking the comforter around his high school-aged boyfriend and kissed his forehead, then went downstairs to train his pack, Erica, Isaac and Boyd.