Little Slips

Slip p4

The phone dialled for a few seconds before Scott heard the Sheriff's voice and sighed in relief.

"Scott, what do you need?" The man sounded tired but they didn't have time for that so Scott continued on anyway.

"Sheriff, we were having a meeting and something happened and now Stiles is in hysterics. We can't get him to calm down and he's asking for you."

There was a sigh on the other end of the phone before a clicking sound could be heard and the handle of keys.

"Alright, I'm on my way. The loft, right?"

"Yeah, see you in a few, Sheriff."

The call disconnected and they all stood anxiously as they waited, Stiles cries not lessening at all.

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They heard the Sheriff pull up outside and sighed in relief, happy to soon be rid of sobbing Stiles and back with happy Stiles.

There was a knock on the door and Derek quickly went to answer it, greeting the Sheriff before walking back to them, Sheriff Stilinski hot on his heels.

He paused as he saw his son, his eyes widening in shock.

Stiles' face was red and blotchy from crying, his voice wet, nose dripping and hand covered in blood as he wouldn't let anyone near him to clean it.

The Sheriff moved to near his son but when he got to the same distance as Chris was previously, the boy's cries just went up another decibel. He started shaking with his sobs and whimpering loudly between cries and hiccoughs.

"I-I-I n-no w-wan-t p-p-papa! I-I w-want D-Daddy!!"

The group were very confused and shocked.

They turned to the Sheriff in confusion, hoping that he knew what his son meant.

A look of dawning horror and understanding slowly crossed his face and he took a shaky breath before moving away from his son, closer to the group.

"Sheriff, what's he talking about, you're his father." Scott said as he looked back and forth between them.

"Scott, I may be his father, but I'm not his... 'daddy'" the Sheriff cringed as he said the word, having not even thought of the possibility that his son would be a little.

He knew exactly what it was, he had a friend in college that had been a little and he'd been there for her on several occasions when they had to wait for her caregiver to arrive.

He didn't judge, and if that was what was happening with his son, then he would support him unconditionally, but he was still shocked to hear that his son already had a caregiver and he hadn't even noticed. Neither had the pack apparently.

Chris now seemed to understand what was going on and he too had a grim expression, just like the sheriff.

Chris spoke, concerned, to the Sheriff, "Noah, this could be bad if he doesn't calm down, do you have any idea who it could be?"

The sheriff shook his head solemnly. "Unfortunately not, I didn't even know that he was a little, let alone that he already had a caregiver. Do any of you have an idea of who it could be?"

Malia gave a questioning glance to the two men and they realised what she was asking.

"A little is a person who enters the headspace of a child or infant as a coping mechanism for stress. The mental age that they regress to is how they will behave during their headspace- like Stiles, he has quite a young regression age based on the fact that he won't stop crying and only wants his caregiver. Littles will have a caregiver, that takes care of them when they regress, they usually call this person a 'mommy' or 'daddy' but the little may have other things they call them as well- usually along the same lines."

The group nodded in understanding as Chris explained.

"I think I've read a bit about that before." Isaac spoke quietly as he thought about what he knew.

Lydia then asked the million dollar question, "how are we supposed to find his daddy then? I haven't seen him with anyone but the pack and it isn't one of us."

Scott nodded along, thinking.

"What about we check his phone?" He suggested.

Derek turned to him, a scowl on his face.

"He's only sniffling now, his phone's in his pocket. You want to start him off again?"

Scott realised their problem and sighed, disappointed.

Lydia was about to speak again when the group went silent and seemed to be listening to something.

"What? What is it?" She wanted to know what was going on.

"Someone's here..." Jackson trailed off, continuing to listen.