Don't even ask where this idea came from. I'm still asking myself the same question.

So, I promised a new Sterek story, and I delivered... just a month later than I planned.

Anyway, thanks for reading, drop me a comment if you can, and I don't own 'em.

Bye

Stiles had only taken the class because it was a total slack off period. He didn't need it to graduate, didn't even need it to prepare for his future, but he had an extra class slot, didn't really feel like taking band or art (nor did he have the talent for either), so picked this one.

"These are your babies," his Parenting teacher, Mrs. Lopek, said as she gestured to a table filled with those animatronic babies. "When I call your name you'll pick a gender from this envelope," she waved the small, white envelope in the air, "and then pick your baby. I will then hand out the bags that will carry the equipment you will be using for the next two weeks.

"You are in charge of taking care of your child, and I will be keeping track of the amount of times you neglect it." Stiles was certain she shot a look his way. What the hell was that about? He wasn't going to neglect his fake baby. He wasn't that heartless. "You are also in charge of picking a mother or father; whether they be real or fake is entirely up to you. If they're real, they can help you take care of your child, but don't conveniently leave it with them." Again she shot Stiles a sharp look, and all he could do was give her an aghast look. What kind of father did she think he was?

Lopek proceeded to call up each of Stiles' classmates' names, unsurprisingly saving him for last. He got up, moving towards her desk, and stopped next to her. As she held out the envelope for him, Lopek said, "I saw what you did with that baby last year, Mr. Stilinski."

"What?" It took him a minute, but he finally realized what she was talking about. Scott had taken the class last year, because it was an easy A, and Stiles may have gotten a hold of his 'nephew' and attached it to a floor cleaner. It was fine, nothing to worry about, but apparently Lopek couldn't take a joke. Incidentally, Scott got a D on the project.

"If you do it again, I will fail you," Lopek whispered with a sniff, waving the envelope impatiently. Stiles reached into the envelope, pulled out a slip of paper, and unfolded it. In dark, block letters was the word 'BOY' and his height and weight.

"Congratulations, Mr. Stilinski. You gave birth to a mini-you," Lopek said drily and Stiles offered up a small smile before crossing the room to get his kid. He tried to hold it like a real baby, but a part of him felt that it was stupid to treat it like a real child. It wasn't alive; it wouldn't suddenly die if he happened to leave it somewhere. Why did he take this class again?

As he sat back down in his seat, he decided to name it Gadget just because that's what it was, and listened as his teacher gave some last minute instructions before the bell rang.

"Remember," Lopek called as the class packed up their stuff, her eyes locked on Stiles again, "these dolls cost over three hundred dollars. Don't break them."

TW

Derek picked him up after school, giving him a raised eyebrow when he got in the Camaro. "What," he started slowly, staring at Gadget, "is that?"

"It's our love child," Stiles replied softly, giving the werewolf a faux-hurt look. "Don't you recognize him?" He waved the baby in Derek's face and said, "Say Daddy, Gadget. Say Daddy."

"Gadget?"

"What? That's what it is. Plus, my second choice was Thingamajig and I had a feeling Lopek would have eaten my soul if I tried that name," Stiles defended the name, placing the kid on his lap. "It's for a school project. So, I'm not exactly putting a lot of time and effort into the name, but I did want to ask…" He gave Derek a serious look, very serious, and asked, "Will you be the father of our illegitimate love child?" He then beamed. Derek sighed heavily, shaking his head, putting his car into drive.

"Come on Der-Der. Gadget Stilinski-Hale has a nice ring to it. We can be the gay couple of Beacon Hills High. Or, well, the second gay couple right behind Danny and Isaac." He flashed Derek his best puppy dog look and said, "I am not above begging. I'll do it." He picked the baby up, putting it in front of his face, and said in a squeaky voice, "Please? For me."

"You're an idiot," Derek replied, fighting a smile. "Alright, but I'm not agreeing just so I can be your personal baby-sitter. This is your project. I'm just going along for the ride."

"And oh what a long ride it'll be," Stiles murmured with a smirk, replacing Gadget on his lap.

"So, how long do you have… Gadget?" Derek made a face at the name, but otherwise didn't make any other comment about it.

"Two weeks," Stiles responded just as the thing started crying. He glanced over at Derek and asked, "What do I do?" The Alpha shrugged, obviously about as experienced with children as Stiles was. "Uh…" he started bouncing the thing, its head waggling back and forth.

"Wow, if we ever have kids I really hope you don't touch them," Derek commented offhandedly, but Stiles was too busy digging around the gray diaper bag to call him out on his words.

Not that they didn't freak him out just a little. He hadn't even thought about life after high school let alone settling down and having kids, and with Derek of all people. Were they ever going to be ready for that type of commitment? Between all things supernatural and the hunters they'd be lucky to even survive his graduation let alone any possible future together. Though, thinking about it, it didn't sound so bad.

"Here," Stiles said finally finding a small, plastic bottle at the bottom of the bag. He shoved it in the baby's mouth, jiggling the kid again, this time a lot less aggressively, and, as it calmed down, said, "This parenting thing is going to be easy." He flashed Derek a smug grin, and the Alpha merely raised his eyebrows, glancing back at the road.

TW

"Dad!" Stiles called the moment he and Derek stepped into his house, dropping his backpack and Gadget's crap by the door. "Dad, you home? I brought your grandchild. He's raring to meet you." He walked further into the house, moving into the living room. "Father of mine, are you home?

"Looks like he's still at work," Stiles said with a grin, depositing Gadget on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch. He flipped the TV on, put his feet up, and glanced up at Derek. "Go make me a sammich."

"Go to hell," Derek responded with a grin, sitting next to him.

"Come on," Stiles whined his whole body flailing. "You make the best sandwiches."

"It's bread, cheese, and meat. It's hard to make a bad sandwich, Stiles."

"Sometimes I wonder if you really love me," Stiles stated pouting. He then grinned, pecked a surprised Derek on the lips, and bounded to his feet. "Want a soda?"

"You're a pain in the ass you know," Derek called after Stiles as he rushed into the kitchen.

"You love me and you know it," the talkative teen retorted digging in his fridge.

"I thought you said I didn't love you." Stiles jumped, turning to see Derek standing in the entryway, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

"I'm allowed to change my mind, and-" slowly Stiles crossed the room, "-I've had worse."

"Your eighth grade girlfriend?" Derek asked wrapping his arms around him.

"Oh yeah, she was awful. Never shut up."

"Sounds like somebody else I know."

"Was that an insult?"

"Would you like it to be?"

Their lips barely connected when Gadget started crying again. With an eye roll, Stiles stepped away from Derek and shouted, "I'm coming you stupid baby computer!"

TW

Two hours later, and Gadget was still crying. Stiles suspected the thing was defective. He actually wondered if Lopek had planned this out so he would fail. Derek had abandoned him twenty-five minutes ago. Okay, so he hadn't really abandoned him, Isaac had called and asked for his help, but it sure felt like he had deserted Stiles.

"Please shut up, Gadget," Stiles murmured bouncing the doll. "Please shut the hell up already. Gah, I'm going to shoot myself."

He tossed the baby onto his bed, diving under his bed for the green notebook full of spells Deaton made him copy down. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could find a spell to silence the damn thing. Even for the night.

He flipped through the notebook, pacing back and forth, glaring at the still crying machine. He started muttering spells under his breath, fumbling with some of the words. He was never going to get the hang of the language, no matter how many years he practiced.

Finally, he just picked one at random, pointed his hand at the doll, and spoke the spell as clearly as possible. His hand got really hot before immediately becoming cold. However, instead of stopping, the doll's crying seemed to get louder.

"Really?" Stiles dropped his notebook, hanging his head. "Just stop already." He looked up, intending to grab the doll and shake it, but froze when he noticed a real baby lying on his bed, small body flailing as it continued to scream. "Holy shit," he whispered crossing the room in an instant. "What did I do? What did I do?"

Yep, he was definitely failing the class.