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Baggage {pt.1}

Derek Hale, the youngest child of Talia Hale (lead Alpha of the Hale pack), was lounging in the kitchen with a hot cup of black coffee, the stress gradually seeping out of his pores. A quick glance at his watch told him it was a few minutes before six. The oh-so-serious man released a heavy sigh as he rubbed his eyes on his way to his bedroom to get ready for work.

Once he finished putting on his uniform, Derek goes back to the kitchen where all his reports and documents were scattered on top of the countertop ready to be taken to the station. Looking back at his watch, he quickens his stride before he got late to work. Derek snatches a sticky note from his fridge door and scribbles a short note to his two eldest kids, Erica and Boyd, telling them to help Isaac (his youngest) get ready for his first day of school.

After he's done, He pops his head into Isaac's room. Quietly entering, Derek tried his best to not make a single sound knowing how much of a light sleeper Isaac is. When Derek reaches the bed he feels a gentle warmth setting in his chest as he gazes down fondly at the little 7 year old pup. The ash blonde's curls surround his face like a halo. Derek leans over the bed and plants a feather light kiss on the top of Isaac's head before turning and exiting the room as quietly and carefully as he arrived. His shift starts in half an hour and he makes his way to the front yard toward his Camaro. He puts all the files and documents on the passengers seat as he starts driving, hardly paying attention to the road as he's enclosed by his thoughts.

It's Isaac's first day of school. What if Erica and Boyd don't drop him off on time? Or if his classmates are mean to him? What if he's the only werewolf in his class?? What if the different scents and sounds are just too much for him to take? He should have trained him better, gotten him used to different scents and showing him how he can control his senses so they won't seem too overpowering...

Suddenly Derek found himself in front of the Beacon Hills Police Department building. Well, hopefully Isaac doesn't experience any of the scenarios his brain came up with and Derek will hear all about his son's first day of school when he picks him up this afternoon.

Stiles was doing the finishing touches on the labels for his classroom. Little kids have the natural talent to make a mess of everything they can get their hands on so he always makes sure that his classroom is plastered with labels and categorizes for easy clean up. When he's satisfied with his work Stiles neatly places all the newly made labels in a binder before grabbing his bag that contains all his work related things and puts the black 3 inch binder inside. Once everything is set and ready to go Stiles checks his phone to discover that it was 6 in the morning. He didn't have to go be at work until 8:30 but he needs to finish organizing the classroom and putting the final details before the students get there.

He makes his way through the corridor leading to Scott's room before he slowly opens the door. Stiles sees Scott sprawled out on the bed looking completely dead to the world with his mouth wide open as he breaths and limbs spread out as if trying to see how much of his bed he can cover. He barely manages to stifle a laugh at the sight as he moves over towards the bed.

"Hey Scottie, its time to wake up buddy." he whispers gently while running his fingers through Scott's unruly dark hair lovingly.

"Don't wanna." he replied in an indignant mumble as he burrowed deeper into the bed.

Stiles just gave a small huff as he kissed Scott's forehead and said, "Well then why don't I just carry you to the car so you can keep sleeping on our way to the school?"

It took a few moments for Scott's groggy mind to comprehend what he said before he started making grabby hand motions at Stiles. Stiles immediately scoops the little 6 year old up in his embrace, Scott's small arms automatically encircled his neck.