Oh, them? They're my family - TW x TMR - One shot

My real family

The McCall pack were walking through the woods when they heard the sounds of laughter. Why were they in the woods? 'Pack Bonding'.

Tuning towards the noise, they all saw a bonfire through the trees, and shadows dancing around it. Curious, they crept towards it.

Scott peered through a gap in the trees and gasped. 

Around the huge bonfire were about ten people, two of which were adults, but one stood out particularly.

It was Stiles.

The same Stiles who helped the pack with all the supernatural stuff. The same Stiles who went missing for months, only to return a few months ago. The same Stiles who had left the pack, without anyone noticing. The same 'defenseless' Stiles that everyone underestimated.

What was he doing with all these people? As far as Scott knew, the pack were his only friends.

The longer he watched, the more confused he became. He watched as Stiles drank and laughed and enjoyed himself. He looked happier now than he ever did with the pack. Within the next few minutes he watched, he saw Stiles and a blonde boy make out, Stiles get jumped on by multiple people, and him fight a big guy with huge eyebrows. But the biggest surprise was that he won. 

Scott decided he had enough and stepped into the light, his pack following. The people around the fire looked up at the sound of footsteps and the supernaturals with super hearing could hear Stiles groan quietly from the other side of the clearing, as could the blonde boy next to him. 

"Who the shuck are you?" an Asian boy said loudly. However, Scott ignored him.

"Stiles, what the hell is going on?" Scott questioned his 'best friend'. Karma is a bitch, because he was the one ignored this time.

"What the sticks is a 'Stiles'?" a girl with dreadlocks asked. Once again, the McCall pack ignored them, too focused on their 'friend'.

"Stiles?" Lydia asks this time, stepping forward. That action caused the people in the clearing to tense up, grabbing weapons that were concealed on their person.

Lydia failed to see this and continued to walk forward. The people with weapons pointed them at her and also started forward. The pack quickly stood by Lydia.

Everyone in the clearing was expecting an attack. All except one.

Stiles cleared his throat. "Guys, stand down." The authority in his voice shocked the pack as they have never heard him use it. Even so, they didn't back down, because who would listen to the weak, defenseless human?

Well, the others in the clearing apparently. As soon as he said that, they all backed away and relaxed slightly. 

"Stiles, what the hell is going on?" Scott repeated. 

The guy from before went to repeat what he said earlier (or that was what Scott assumed) but was interrupted.

"What do you mean, Scott?" Stiles asked innocently, with a blank face. The unknown people saw this and stepped back.

"I mean, who are these people? And why are you with them?"

"Oh, them? They're my family." As he said this, the unknown people went and stood next to or behind him. He wrapped an arm around the blonde boy he was making out with earlier.

"What do you mean 'family'?" Derek asked, looking jealous at the arm around the boy. "We're your family."

The people on the other side of the clearing laughed, including Stiles.