Metanoia

1

*Stiles*

Being the first one up wasn't a new thing to me. However, rolling over to find my mate, Derek, as a 16 year old boy was. I got up with a start having to hold in a gasp as to not wake him. But I forgot about werewolfy powers and my fast pacing heart. Derek opened his eyes and smiled at me. 

"Der...."

"You okay Sti?...." His eyes widened and he shot out of bed to our en suite bathroom. 

"Yeah, um you're kinda 16 again."

He growled at me and started muttering to himself. "Sti, when's the next full moon?"

"Tuesday I think, why?" 

"Because at this age I didn't have full control of my shift yet." I nodded. 

"Don't worry we'll help you." 

"How could this have happened?" 

"I don't know, maybe because we fought a witch last night and she freaking spelled us." 

"But you're not affected. " 

"Yeah, that's a bit weird. Let's make sure everyone else isn't younger either." I said heading down the stairs with Derek grumpily following me. 

"What do you want for breakfast?"I asked as I started the coffee pot since no one else was up yet.

"Pancakes are always a good choice. Especially if it's not just me that got little."Der sighed. I nodded and began cooking feeling Derek press up behind me. 

*Derek*

Stupid witch. I was grumpy and probably being rude to Stiles but he didn't seem too upset by it. Stiles was making pancakes as I came up behind him wrapping my arms around his waist except at this height my face wasn't even in between his shoulder blades, it was just below. I huffed in annoyance and Stiles just chuckled patting my hands. 

"I didn't even think you were this tall." I pouted. 

"Sorry." he shrugged. I grumbled and moved to the coffee pot instead, getting a cup and sitting on the counter. 

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Stiles had just finished plating the food when I heard quiet gasps and screams followed by a bunch of footsteps. 

"You all better not start talking at once. I know what happened. We will figure out how old you are as we sit down at the table and eat." Stiles called not turning away from the fridge. I looked up at him impressed. 
"What?"

"Uh." I had nothing to say. Stiles laughed, pecked my lips and lifted me off the counter. 
"What the hell!" 

"Chill out Der." He laughed again pushing me to the table. I huffed and sat down as everyone else filed in. They were all little. No older than 13, maybe. 

"Derek?" Allison questioned looking at me she seemed to be the oldest. 

"Yeah."

"Did Stiles get younger too?" 

"No." I said as Stiles walked in putting the food on the table. He helped the little ones onto their chairs.

"Okay, so who is the oldest. You know besides Der who is 16." Stiles asked. 

"I'm 14." Allison supplied. 

"Okay and the youngest is how old?" Isaac held up three fingers. 

"Great, how old are the rest of you?" 

"12" - Lydia, Erica, Boyd

"11"- Danny, Kira, Corey

"10"- Malia, Mason

"9"-Jackson

"6"- Ethan, Aiden

"5" Scott pouted

"3"- Liam muttered. So him and Isaac are the same age. 

"Okay, so it seems we have a wide range of ages." Stiles hummed. 

"How come you didn't change?" Scott asked. 

"Not sure." he said.

"So now Stiles is the oldest." Lydia said. 

"He's only a year older than I am. I guess though." I said. 

"No, he's twenty-one." Scott hummed whilst stuffing his face with syrupy pancakes. We all looked at Stiles. 
"Seriously?" I asked. 

"Yeah." he just shrugged like it was no big deal. 

"What the hell."

"I just don't talk about it."

"Why are you still in school?"-Allison

"Because I started school in Poland but when we moved I was like 7 but had to start from pre-k/kindergarten because no one could understand me. I had to learn English."

"I didn't know you were born in Poland." I said

"Yeah, I just don't mention it."

"But that's why you could understand the witch right?"-Mason

Stiles nodded before saying, "Once everyone is done eating we have to go to the store to get everyone age appropriate things and clothes. Derek be happy that you can still drive. Then we are going to Deatons."