Disclaimer: Neither Acherona nor trulywicked have any claim on Teen Wolf or any characters or locations thereof.

Warnings: Angst, male pregnancy, children in peril, bad words and homosexual and death.

NEVER SAVE A FAERY

Chapter Ten.

Stiles lay on the couch, glaring up at the ceiling even as he snugged his head into Cora's lap while Derek was outside training with the rest of the pack, "I know I said before that I felt like a beached whale but I really feel like a beached whale now. All I'm missing is Sea World coming to the rescue." He sighed and leaned into her hand, "Be very, very happy you have the right parts to somewhat comfortably have a kid one day if you ever choose to."

"I'm feeling so lucky." Cora's tone was only slightly sarcastic as she pet Stiles' hair. "I am having a dry spell that would put the Sahara to shame." She had been single for so long she couldn't even remember anything else. "And you don't have too far to go, then you will have your gorgeous babies here. But I am sorry you're suffering."

He reached up and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, "Maybe Amelie has a brother or knows someone who could help you out with that dry spell. Now that I don't have to worry about Derek mating her I can say I do like Amy's bite. And really," he looked down at his belly, "I've got a week before the scheduled baby removal and I know in the grand scheme of things it's a tiny, tiny amount of time but right now it's like being at the base of Everest and looking up knowing you have to climb over it." He looked back up at her and gave her a little smile, "Thanks for letting me gripe at you."

"Anytime." Cora smiled at him and continued to rake her fingers through his hair. "You're my brother, would be even if you and Derek would never have worked things out." She couldn't even imagine how Stiles felt right now but letting him complain was the least she could do, she didn't mind.

"Yeah and you like me better," Stiles grinned and let his eyes close, shifting a little to try and ease the ache in his lower back that had been there since he'd woken up.

"That I do." Cora agreed even as she furrowed her brow. "You're squirming like a fish on land Stiles, want me to rub your back?"

"Oh God yes. I'm putting you on account for red velvet brownies," Stiles let her help him sit up.

"I'm going to hold you to that." Because Stiles' red velvet brownies was worth killing for. She settled Stiles between her legs and began to rub his lower back, digging her fingers into the tense muscles.

Stiles it at his bottom lip because it wasn't working, usually it did but it seemed the more Cora tried to work out the tension, the tighter it drew. Then all of a sudden a sharp cramp spread around from his back to encompass his belly and he hunched over with a gasp, "Shit!" It was a sharp yelp.

"Stiles! What's wrong?" Cora grasped him with a worried expression.

Stiles panted through the cramp and cursed in the back of his head, blowing out a long, slow breath when it eased off, "Well...let the pack know training's over because apparently, the Squirmles are just as impatient to get out as I am to have them out."

"Shit, oh shit...oh fuck." Cora's eyes were wide and panicked as she tilted her head back and howled, knowing that would be the quickest way to get the pack home. They would never ignore a howl from a packmate.

Stiles ran a hand over his face and laughed a little, "Well that'll get their attention," and since they'd be running now and no longer training he dialed Derek's cell.

"What's going on?" Derek didn't bother with a hello or any polite phrase. He was running so fast it felt like his lungs were about to burst. He had thought they were safe now and he was already cursing himself for having been wrong.

"Tell Isaac to peel off and get his ass to the clinic and get ready because if I have to deliver assbabies there will be hell to pay," was the dry response.

Isaac tripped over a root, having to flip in the air to keep from face planting, when he heard that over the phone. "On it," then he was taking off in the direction of the clinic.

"Have Cora take you to the clinic now!" Derek's voice got higher with panic. "I will meet you there but don't wait, get there as quickly as you can."

"That's the plan." Stiles was already using Cora's support to stand up, calmer than any of the pack would be, "Breathe Derek."

"You breathe!" Derek sniped back before instantly regretting it. "Sorry, I'm sorry." Derek pushed even more power into his legs wanting to get to his mate as quickly as possible.

"Do you have a bag somewhere that you want to bring?" Cora asked, still a little wild eyed.

Stiles pointed at the closet, rolling his eyes at Derek over the phone, "I find it marvelously ironic that you're the one saying that and having a cow when I'm just fine and I'm the one in labor."

"I said I was sorry." Derek sounded grumpy. "I just want to get to you." Derek felt like he was never there when Stiles really needed him and it tore him apart.

Cora brought the bag from the closet and grabbed the keys to the SUV. "Come on then, let's get you to the clinic before you really do have ass babies."

Stiles waddled after her, still talking to Derek, "Did I say I was angry? You don't have to apologize. I'm just amused that I'm the calm one here. It's supposed to be equally freaked out isn't it?"

"I'm not sure, every cliché has the father to be the freaked out one. I am just pissed that I am living up to that cliché, as one of the fathers to be." Derek didn't even know exactly what he was saying; he just liked hearing Stiles' voice. It calmed him some.

Stiles settled in the passenger seat, "Well you do get along nicely with clichés." He buckled himself in, "I mean scruffy, bad boy image, the heart of gold behind it, big bad wolf. Baby you live clichés."

"I am not fluffy!" Even over the phone you could hear Erica cackle madly at that. "Tell Cora to drive safely, she's transporting a very precious cargo."

"Oh yeah, not fluffy at all." Cora rolled her eyes and got on the way.

"Yes you are but that's okay, you've got the hard body to make up for the fluffy, fuzzy heart." Stiles smirked then grunted as another contraction took hold.

"You're lucky you're cute...and in labor." Derek muttered, making Erica cackle more, almost falling flat on her face from the force of it.

"Sometimes I think he's adopted." Cora looked at the road as she drove. "No Hale should be that terribly un smooth."

"The curse of being a middle child," Boyd drawled wickedly, helping his mate stay on her feet.

"I like Derek exactly as he is," Stiles said once the contraction ended, "I just get to tease him because he's my mate."

"And he's my older brother. It is my duty to tease and annoy him all the ways I can." Cora nodded to herself. "A trait I will teach the little ones."

"No," Stiles said firmly, "You won't. By all means teach them to be tricky and sneaky but you won't teach them to disrespect their father."

"Teasing is not the same as disrespecting." Cora argued but she didn't sound all too sure of herself.

"Stiles...I love you." Derek's voice came over the phone.

"Love you too," Stiles said before answering Cora, "Coming from you or me? Yeah, teasing isn't disrespect. From a child to a parent is different and not supposed to happen until the teen years."

"Well I wouldn't know." Cora sniped.

"Cora." Derek's tone became a warning.

"Sorry." She didn't sound very apologetic though.

Stiles just rolled his eyes at the both of them as the SUV pulled into the clinic parking lot, "Okay we're here. I'll see you when you get here Sourwolf."

"I am on my way." Derek agreed before ending the call. Since he was already running, he figured he might as well run all the way to the clinic, it would be just as quick as stopping at the house to get a car.

Isaac walked out to meet Stiles, gripping his elbow and walking him in, "Cora in or out of the room?"

"No offense to Auntie but I don't want anyone but Derek, me, you, and possibly Melissa in that room if you need assistance." Stiles looked at Cora, "Could you call my Dad in case Scott didn't?"

"Of course." Cora was relieved not having to be in the room when Stiles was having surgery. She was a wolf and not afraid of blood but it was different with family.

As it turned out, Scott had called John and he was on his way, sirens ablaze to get there as quickly as he possibly could. There were some perks to being the Sheriff.

Melissa got there ahead of him though, just seconds but still before he did. She gave him a smile and went inside, patting Cora on the shoulder, "Isaac already bring Stiles back?"

"Yup." Cora nodded and patted the chair next to her for the Sheriff to sit down as he came in. Closely followed by Derek who simply rushed past them all to get to Stiles. He was sweaty and gross but hopefully Isaac had some scrubs to loan him.

Stiles was laying on the table in the mini OR Isaac had, already given an epidural and totally numb, and just cocked a brow at his mate, "You look like hell."

"Thank you." Derek snarked and leaned down to kiss Stiles. "At least I got here in time." He reached up and plucked a twig out of his hair.

Stiles laughed and reached up to pull Derek into a deeper, longer kiss. "Yeah. Go get on scrubs before Isaac has convulsions though."

Derek looked over at Isaac who was looking twitchy at the state of him. "Alright, don't have any babies before I am back."

"It takes hours, usually, for natural birth. I've only been having contractions for one hour, max." He waved Derek away, "Isaac'll wait until you get back."

"Okay." Derek leaned in for another quick kiss and hurried out to get cleaned up and changed so he could be there for Stiles when their sons was born.

Stiles jittered as Isaac talked to keep him at ease, setting up the surgical field and instruments in preparation, "Are you starting to panic now?"

"Not really? I'm just...I don't know, impatient I guess?"

"Not that strange, you've been waiting for none months now." Derek came back inside, wearing a pair of green, too tight scrubs. "And the babies are impatient too so they are already their daddy's boys."

"Ha ha," Stiles still reached out and snagged Derek's hand, "You gonna be okay for this?"

"Hopefully." Derek couldn't say he was a fan of seeing his mate being cut open but he trusted that Isaac knew what he was doing and this was necessary, the babies had no other way of coming out. "We are going to be parents Stiles."

"You're just now getting that?" He teased as Isaac started the procedure.

"No, but now it is real." Derek held Stiles' hand and kept his eyes on Stiles' face.

The look Stiles gave him could have melted iron and Isaac snickered at Derek even as he carefully sliced through layers of flesh, "Derek Stiles has had his internal organs knocked around for months. Real happened for him a long time ago."

"I get that." Derek didn't falter under Stiles' look but it was a close thing. "I know that it's been real for Stiles for a long time now but soon they will be actual physical beings, where we can hold them and hear them."

Stiles had to sigh just a little, "See, scruffy on the outside, sweet on the inside." He pulled Derek's hand to his cheek to nuzzle it.

"Shush you, our secret remember." Derek didn't even attempt to hide his smile even as he was very nervous, knowing just what Isaac was doing.

"Oh alright sourest of the Sourwolves," Stiles ignored the sounds and the weird feeling of having his innards manipulated without really feeling it. He began to babble about innocuous things until he heard what sounded like an offended little squeak and the world stilled.

Derek was holding his breath and he actually felt faint as he watched Isaac lift out a tiny little human being out of Stiles.

Isaac handed the first baby to Melissa so she could wipe it down a little bit and suction all of the mucus from his nose and mouth, then went back to pulled the second out.

Once she had baby one's nose and mouth completely cleared Melissa laid him on Stiles' chest and took the second from Isaac, clearing his airways and then being immediately treated to a loud, cranky scream.

Letting out an explosive breath Derek watched his family, he knew he was crying but it was happy tears. "A new little sourwolf I think." He smiled a wobbly smile at his mate and watched the two infants slowly settle as they were placed on Stiles' chest. They were the most beautiful beings he had ever seen.

Stiles wasn't at all surprised to see the dark hair, still wet, on his sons' heads, and gently ran his fingers down their backs, "Hey kids. Nice to meet you." He grinned at a squeak and a grunt.

Isaac was working on removing the placenta and stitching Stiles up, "In a minute Melissa needs to take them to be weighed and fully cleaned up but the cord question is up. Does Papa Wolf want to cut the cords or no?"

"Yeah, okay." Derek nodded, still in a daze. He let go of Stiles' hand and moved down the hospital bed, taking the clippers from Isaac, cutting the squishy, meaty cords.

"That sounds gnarly," Stiles said, making Melissa laugh.

She pet Stiles' hair back and kissed his forehead before letting Derek take her place and gathering up the twins, smiling gently at Stiles' stifled sound of distress, "I'll bring them right back sweetie."

Derek had to force back a growl, his wolf not happy at all about having his cubs taken out of sight. He focused on Stiles to keep from running after Melissa and stealing his children back. "How are you feeling?"

"Weird but okay," Stiles said softly, "I'm gonna be hurting later though."

"No you won't, you have an entire pack of pain leeches who will be dogging your every step," Isaac said as he finished putting Stiles back together, removed the bloody surgical field, cleaned and bandaged the incision, then covered Stiles up.

"You may have a point," Stiles murmured, his ears just catching Melissa murmuring an oh dear, "What? What is it? Why are you 'oh dear' ing?"

She came back with two swaddled babies that had their eyes wide open, their red eyes.

"Huh…" Derek stared, his own eyes flashing red. It was instinct. "Two born alphas." He had never heard of that, usually there couldn't be more than one alpha in a pack but these children were faery born, nothing was impossible.

Stiles gaped as the twin's eyes went from alpha red to gold, submitting to Derek's wolf for now, "Dude..." the gold then disappeared and newborn blue eyes soon slid closed, "eh never mind, gimme my babies," he held his arms out in demand.

Derek chuckled as Melissa handed his demanding sweetie their sons and he moved to be close to his family, running a finger over plump cheeks. "Gorgeous aren't they?" They were still kind of smooshed and alien looking but Derek could already see that they had Stiles' upturned nose.

"Mmmhmm," Stiles held them close, pressing his nose, the boost in that particular sense already fading, to his sons, "Only to be expected, they have exceptional werewolfy genes."

"I was thinking more of the outstanding Stilinski genes." Derek smiled, his eyes glowing red again as he bent over and scented his sons, welcoming them into the pack.

The first born made a cranky grunt and the second squeaked loudly, Stiles couldn't tell if the grunt had been happy or not but the squeak certainly was and he chuckled, "Let's get me and the boys into the recovery room so the pack can pile in."

"Okay." Derek agreed, stepping back and letting Isaac and Melissa do their thing so they could wheel Stiles into the recovery room. "I can hear Erica complaining...loudly that she hasn't gotten to meet the babies yet."

"She can wait a while longer," Stiles lifted his voice so Erica would hear it clearly, "Besides my Dad and Cora then Scott get first shot at hello.

Isaac snickered as he wheeled Stiles into the recovery room with its softer, more comfortable bed, "Oh she's griping double time now. Lift him and the boys into bed Derek, carefully."

Stiles made sure his arms kept his sons securely on his chest as his mate transferred him to the bed. "Oh yeah, that's better."

Derek brushed soft brown tresses off Stiles forehead before leaning to kiss it, laughing when one of the twins grunted at him. "I'll go get your Dad and my sister."

"Get Scott too," he bumped his nose up against Derek's chin with a smile.

"Sure thing." Derek nodded, he knew just how close Scott and Stiles were and he never wanted to get between them or their friendship.

He walked out in the waiting room, where Erica was still grumbling and got the chosen three, the Sheriff looking excited and terrifying at the same time.

Kira had heard and nudged Scott forward when Derek came out. She smiled at their alpha, "Boys huh?"

"Indeed." Derek was practically beaming and bursting with fatherly pride. "Count on Stiles to even out the gender balance in the pack."

Scott grinned crookedly and got up at his wife's nudge, Cora already on her feet ready and roaring to go and see her nephews.

Lydia smiled, "Give us a shout when you're ready for the rest of us to crowd in for a little bit." She had Ryan in her lap while Jackson fed Marissa from a bottle.

"Will do. Stiles is going to want to see all of you, at least for a short while before he rests." Derek nodded and brought the trio in to oooh and ahhh over the miracles that were his children.

John peeked his head in and watched the two dark heads resting on his son's chest. "Hello there kiddo, everything alright?" He walked forward, followed by Scott and Cora.

Stiles grinned at them, "Everything's fine and frisky. C'mere and meet your grandsons old man."

Crossing the floor to the bed John got a nearly reverent look on his face as he came close enough to really see the boys. "Oh." He looked at their tiny faces and their mouths in a small pout, sucking on nothing. "They are beautiful."

Cora and Scott agreed readily. "Almost as gorgeous as my girls." Scott grinned.

"It's a very good thing your girls take after Kira," Stiles agreed amiably, "Booger number one here," he nodded at the baby wrapped in a light blue receiving blanket, and glanced at Derek, asking silently for him to pass the baby to his Dad, "Is Taliesin Scott Hale."

Scott gasped and turned red as Derek lifted the baby boy and handed him to John, earning them a happy sound. Derek loved the names they had picked out for their children and he was happy his mother was being honored.

Stiles grinned at his best friend, "Like you'd have ever gotten out of being godfather to my kids." he tsked softly and waited for his Dad to pass Taliesin over to Scott and since he didn't have to balance two anymore, he was able to gently hand his second son, wrapped in a bright yellow blanket, to his father. He watched his Dad's face, "And this is Claude Peter."

John got a soft and wistful look on his face and took the other boy holding him close to his chest. He had to laugh at the furrowed brow of the baby. "Oh my god, he looks just like Derek when he's grumpy."

Cora laughed and wiped away a few stray tears. She was glad Peter would be remembered this way. He would have been so smug if he had been here to witness it.

Stiles laughed softly, "They both do really. I think Tal's going to be like his Papa though. He's the one grunting and cranky. Pete is," he grinned when said baby squeaked and squirmed, "Vocal. Scott let Cora hold Tal will you? We're doing a mini round robin here. End destination me."

"But I don't want to let him go." Scott complained and sniffed at Tal's dark fuzz before he did hand the baby over, grinning happily again when he got Pete instead.

"You were just the same." John looked at his only child. "Never still or quiet."

"I remember hearing that somewhere," Stiles waved his Dad closer and pulled him down for a hug.

John hugged him as tightly as he dared to, considering Stiles had just gone through a major surgery. "Love you kiddo."

"Love you too," he paused half a second then grinned, "Grampa."

"Oh I am getting old." John rose again and gave the babies another admiring look. He was already grampa to Scott's girls but there was something special to know that his son had children of his own. Mostly John was really happy that Claudia's genes would live on.

When the boys were settled back in Stiles' arms, after Cora had gotten her full sniff and scent on, he gave Derek a smile, "So how loud is Erica complaining now?"

Isaac poked his head in, "Loud. Ready for them?"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah but let 'em know that they're going to have to bend down here and sniff. I don't want to overload the boys by passing them all around."

The pack trailed in, the other kids especially curious.

"Finally, I was afraid they would have finished college by the time I was allowed to see them." Erica stalked over to Stiles and kissed his cheek before giving the boys a sniff and of course loud exclamations of admiration.

Even Allison smiled and seemed bright at the sight of the two new pack members. She had struggled with Peter and her father and it was still difficult but the babies were a welcome addition to their family.

Lydia lifted Ryan and held him so he could say hello then set him down to study the twins, "Hmm those are not Hale eyebrows I don't think," she tapped her lips with a fingers, "Definitely your nose and skin though, look at those little moles. Derek's hair." She kissed Stiles' brow, "Good job."

"Well thank you. Hey Derek, lift Yuki up here please?"

Yuki was already holding her arms up for Derek to lift her. She seemed to have come out of the kidnapping ordeal fine but she had gotten quieter.

"They are wrinkly." She looked at them critically. "But cute. I can't imagine how they fitted inside your tummy Stiles."

Stiles grinned at her, pulling her closer and showing her how to touch the babies, "Well Doc, my belly did get pretty big there at the end."

"Got huge," Vicky's eyes went wide and startled and she hid her blushing face in her Mommy's leg. She hadn't meant to say that.

Allison smiled and brushed her hand over her daughter's hair. "I don't think Stiles minds hearing that sweetie, he did get huge." Since his hips were so narrow his stomach had protruded even more forward. "He was carrying two babies in there."

Stiles made a mooing sound that got both Yuki and Vicky to giggle.

Boyd brought Helena and Jason over to say hello. Jason sniffed delicately at the air, "Happy 'iles?" He blinked over at his mother.

"Very happy." Erica nodded. "Just as I was when I got you." She kissed his head. "Even though you've inherited your father size." It had not been fun squeezing her boy out but it was all forgotten the moment he had arrived.

Derek watched his mate and how pale he really was. "Okay, wrap it up now you brood. Time for Stiles and the boys to get some rest."

There were disappointed grumbles but everyone slowly filed out as Isaac brought in hospital bassinets. Kira plucked Yuki up, giving Stiles' cheek a kiss, "We'll get the house cleaned up and totally baby proofed for you." then she herded the rest of her brood out.

"Rest well." Scott called out over his shoulder before he followed his family outside, holding Melly and Aiko by their hands.

"I'll be back later." Cora said and kissed Derek's cheek as the room slowly emptied, becoming almost too silent after the noisy pack left.

Stiles settled back more comfortably and gave Derek a smile, "Yikes says I."

"Family...what can you do?" Derek shrugged and pulled a chair over to Stiles' bed so he could sit down next to his mate.

"Love them mostly," was Stiles' tired answer. He looked down at his sons, both asleep and nuzzled at them softly enough that he didn't wake them. He didn't want to let go of them but he was so tired and he wanted them rolling off his chest even less. "Put them in the bassinets for me?"

Nodding, Derek did as asked, lifting the sleeping boys to their bassinets. He made sure they were safe and comfortable before he returned to his chair, taking Stiles' hand in his. "Sleep now love. I will be here to watch over the three of you."

"I know," Stiles yawned, "Can't help it. I just want to watch them," he squeezed Derek's hand, letting his eyes close, "Gonna be one heck of an adventure with you and our boys."

"Oh yes," Derek agreed, his voice barely above a whisper since he didn't want to disturb any of his loved ones. "An adventure I can't wait to experience right alongside you."

Stiles' lips curved up, "Love you."

"I love you too." Derek couldn't smell any pain on Stiles so the drugs were probably still working. He held Stiles' hand as his mate fell asleep and he settled to guard his boys while they slept.

The End!