A Place to Hide Away- Sterek

Peanut Butter and Honey Sandwiches, Cold Showers, and Beanies...oh my

"Hey, mini Batman, are we invited to your wedding?" Erica asked once she finally stopped laughing. Stiles looked at her with a suspicious eye and a glance to Derek.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Erica. Your older self and I were friends, and I'm Derek's beta." She said smiling as she leaned down, placing her hands on her knees. Stiles stepped closer and lifted his hands up so that she would pick him up. She complied and pulled him to her chest and he nosed her cheek, scenting her to see if Derek's scent was on her and he seemed satisfied. His eyes brightened and rubbed his cheek against hers.

"Okay, you're invited. But you have to bring presents like money because I don't have a job yet because dad says I have to go to school before I can get a job, but I think that's a lie, because do like people that steal stuff go to school to learn how to steal? Anyway...you are invited." Stiles said and turned his head to the others. "All of you are invited."

"What are we all invited to and who is that?"

Everyone turned to Peter who came through the front door. His blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as he walked right up to Erica and took Stiles from his arms and held him up with his hands underneath Stiles' armpits, something that made the young werefox growl. Peter turned him to the left and right, examining him.

"Let go of me!" Stiles snarled, showing his tiny fangs. The sheriff took a step forward with a hand inching towards his gun.

"Quite the anklebiter." Peter sneered. "Wait a second, is this Stiles? Why is he a tiny fox?"

"I will eat you." Stiles promised darkly, and Peter gave him a smile before leaning closer and breathing in Stiles' scent. He frowned slightly and he stared at Stiles with a questioning gaze. "Stop smelling my like a dog!" Stiles squirmed.

"Definitely Stiles." Derek took him from Peter's hands with a glare. Why did it have to be the creepy uncle that came back to life?

Peter's eyes widened as he saw Derek's protective stance and he tilted his head with a raised eyebrow.

"Really, Derek? You wouldn't even look at him when he was 16, but you're all over him when he's three?"

"I'm five and a half." Stiles frowned looking more and more offended by Peter who just smirked at the indignation coming off the boy. Peter looked like he was going to keep teasing Stiles but then his eyes softened. He took a step towards the young werefox who leaned into Derek's arms as he glared suspiciously at the blue eyed man.

"Well, since you're obviously very mature, how would you like to help me make a peanut butter and honey sandwich in the kitchen?" He said tilting his head towards the kitchen.

Stiles' eyes widened then he frowned and crossed his arms.

"Who told you?" Stiles looked conflicted as he looked between Peter and Derek. The alpha was left wondering how his loyalties could so easily shift with the mention of a sandwich. Scott and Lydia seemed to know what was going on and began to chuckle.

"I can read minds." Peter replied and Stiles huffed and slid out of Derek's arms and walked to the other man, lifting his arms defiantly. Derek turned to the the group of teenagers behind him that looked equally stunned, save for the Scott and Lydia. Peter chuckled as he picked the little werefox up and took him to the kitchen. The sheriff followed them with a distrusting look on his face. Derek would've followed them also had it not been for the look his uncle had on his face. Peter hadn't had that gentle expression since his son died in the fire.