(I've Got) A Little Fire Burning Inside Me ~1/?~
Title:(I've Got) A Little Fire Burning Inside Me ~1/?~
Author: saar_fantasy
Pairings: Derek Hale/Scott McCall
Rating:PG-13
Warnings: MPREG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people used in this fic. The words and the plot are mine.
Summary: Scott's pregnant. PREGNANT. How the hell is Derek gonna react? How is he gonna handle things when the baby's born? And then there's Stiles, who doesn't really know how he'll fit in with the happy(?) little family.
Derek woke up alone in bed, which was an abnormality in it’s own, because he was usually the first one to wake up -extremely early- and get out of bed.
What concerned him even more were the retching sounds coming from the bathroom, for the third time this week he was awakened by those sounds. This wasn’t normal.
First he thought that Scott had come down with the flu, which is already pretty rare for werewolves, but then Scott didn’t have any of the symptoms. Not even a fever. The only thing he did was throw up in the morning, then after lying in bed for a few more minutes he always felt much better.
There was one thing Derek could come up with that Scott could have, or be, but that was just ridiculous. The idea only…
Derek sighed softly before getting out of his bed, padding towards the bathroom. When he opened the door, he was met with the same sight as the two days before. His boyfriend was on the ground, pale as hell, leaning against the toilet, his elbows supporting him, his head cradled in his hands.
Derek took a half-wet wascloth from the sink before crouching down next to his lover. He rested one hand on the small of Scott’s back, with the other he held the cloth against the younger boy’s forehead.
Scott sighed and lifted his head a little to give his boyfriend a small smile. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” Derek answered, rubbing his hand gently in slow circles on Scott’s lower back. “This is the third time this week already, though. Don’t you think it’s time to go to a doctor?”
“I hate doctors.” Scott groaned, turning his head a little so he could nuzzle into Derek’s neck, taking in his scent to comfort him.
“I know,” Derek answered, pressing his lips against Scott’s temple. Scott had always been a touchy-feely guy, unlike Derek, but when he was sleepy or didn’t feel so good, he was extra clingy. Derek, uncharacteristically, didn’t mind. Because it was Scott. If it was someone else, Derek would have pushed them away already. “But I hate seeing you like this.”
Scott just sighed, nuzzling further into Derek’s neck, mumbling something unintelligent. Derek couldn’t help but smile fondly.
“Maybe you should go to the next best thing then. I’ll call Stiles.”
Scott groaned, “Why? I’m not really sick.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “I already told you, this is the third time this week I catch you throwing up your guts in the morning. There is something wrong, Scott.”
Derek knew that Scott would normally argue some more, but when he didn’t feel well, they didn’t get into arguments so much. At least there was a good thing about all this mess.
“Fine.” Scott huffed, “You don’t need to call him, though. I’ll do it.”
Derek reached up towards the sink where he had put his cellphone, giving it to Scott. “Call him now.”
Scott scowled at him, but Derek just merely raised his eyebrow. Scott sighed, pressed in the familiar number of his best friend on his boyfriend’s phone, then held it to his ear.
He didn’t have to wait to hear the very familiar voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello?”
“Stiles, it’s me.”
“Hey, buddy. What’s up?”
“Um, I was wondering…could you maybe come over today?”
“Sure. Something wrong?”
Scott knew Stiles tried to make it come over as casual, but he could hear the worried undertone.
“No, nothing’s wrong. Just want to hang out. Derek will be out to train with Isaac.”
Scott smiled when he heard Stiles let out a little whoop of relief. “Cool! I’ll be there in a few.”
“Cool. See you then.”
Scott still smiled a little when he shoved the cellphone back into Derek’s hand.
“He was relieved I wouldn’t be here, wasn’t he?”
Scott chuckled. “Yep.”
Derek smirked, “So he still fears me. That’s good.”
Scott rolled his eyes, heaving himself up from the floor with Derek’s help. “Go and get ready for your training session. I’m going back to bed for a little bit, until Stiles gets here.”
Derek helped Scott back into bed, kissed his forehead and sat down next to him until he fell asleep. He tucked him in a little tighter, then got back to the bathroom to shower and get dressed.
When he came back out of the bathroom, fully dressed, Scott was still asleep. Derek smiled when he felt Scott nuzzle into his touch when he stroked through his hair.
Then he left, looking over his shoulder one last time before he closed the door behind him.
--..-
“So, let me get this straight,” Stiles said, already typing into his faithful laptop, which he had naturally brought along. “You’ve been feeling nauseous and been throwing up every morning these last three days?” Stiles waited for Scott’s affirmative nod, then frowned a little. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
Scott shrugged. “Didn’t think it was important.”
Stiles rolled his eyes, “What if you have some kind of disease, something only werewolves can get, and you could die?”
“Don’t over exaggurate, Stiles.”
“What? I don’t want to bury my best friend before his time.”
“Stiles. Just look it up then.”
“Already doing that, buddy. Here. I found a site with all possible werewolf diseases.”
Scott shuffled a little closer to his friend, leaning forward so he could look over Stiles’ shoulder.
“And?”
“Shh,” Stiles shushed his friend, almost knocking him in the face when he waved his hand. Scott waited until Stiles had scanned the page, mumbling things under his breath while he was reading. “I can’t find anything that describes your problem.”
“That’s good, right?”
“I guess,” Stiles answered, already surfing through another site. “You said that you feel better after you’ve rested a little longer, huh?”
“Yeah. I always get back into bed and when I wake up again, I’m back to my old self.”
“Hmm.” Stiles was reading a little more, Scott let him at it in peace, until Stiles’ eyes widened and he flailed his arms a little.
“What?” Scott asked concerned. “What is it?”
Stiles turned his head to look at Scott, his eyes still impossibly wide. “I think you could be pregnant.”
Scott blinked, then snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t be pregnant, Stiles. I’m male. Don’t you dare tell me to prove it to you.”
“Im serious, Scott.” Stiles said, pointing at his laptop screen. “It says right here that men can get pregnant if they’re a carrier. You really could be pregnant, dude.”
Scott blinked again, realizing that his friend clearly wasn’t joking. “B-but…W-what? W-why? H-how?”
“Come on,” Stiles said, closing his laptop and standing up to put on his jacket. “We’re going to the doctor to ask him to test you on that carrier thing. Maybe do a little pregnancy test as well. Maybe just the pregnancy test, because-”
“Stiles,” Scott interrupted him, his voice barely above a whisper. “What if I’m pregnant? What do I tell Derek?”
Yeah. If there was anything Derek didn’t look like to Stiles, or to anyone probably, it was like a father figure. Scott, okay. He was a caring, loving, trusting person. How the hell was someone like Derek gonna react to having a little baby?
Those were problems for later though. Right now Scott was number one on Stiles’ priority list. Getting him to the doctor was his first task and he had to do it fast.
“We’ll just tell him he’s gonna be a daddy.” Stiles said simply, hoping it was a convincing smile on his face. “Grab your jacket. Were going.”
Scott was silent as he pulled on his jacket and followed Stiles to his jeep, one hand resting on his stomach the whole time.
If Stiles even noticed, he didn’t mention it. All he could think about was;
‘My best friend is -probably- gonna have a baby…Holy Crap!’
Author: saar_fantasy
Pairings: Derek Hale/Scott McCall
Rating:PG-13
Warnings: MPREG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people used in this fic. The words and the plot are mine.
Summary: Scott's pregnant. PREGNANT. How the hell is Derek gonna react? How is he gonna handle things when the baby's born? And then there's Stiles, who doesn't really know how he'll fit in with the happy(?) little family.
Derek woke up alone in bed, which was an abnormality in it’s own, because he was usually the first one to wake up -extremely early- and get out of bed.
What concerned him even more were the retching sounds coming from the bathroom, for the third time this week he was awakened by those sounds. This wasn’t normal.
First he thought that Scott had come down with the flu, which is already pretty rare for werewolves, but then Scott didn’t have any of the symptoms. Not even a fever. The only thing he did was throw up in the morning, then after lying in bed for a few more minutes he always felt much better.
There was one thing Derek could come up with that Scott could have, or be, but that was just ridiculous. The idea only…
Derek sighed softly before getting out of his bed, padding towards the bathroom. When he opened the door, he was met with the same sight as the two days before. His boyfriend was on the ground, pale as hell, leaning against the toilet, his elbows supporting him, his head cradled in his hands.
Derek took a half-wet wascloth from the sink before crouching down next to his lover. He rested one hand on the small of Scott’s back, with the other he held the cloth against the younger boy’s forehead.
Scott sighed and lifted his head a little to give his boyfriend a small smile. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” Derek answered, rubbing his hand gently in slow circles on Scott’s lower back. “This is the third time this week already, though. Don’t you think it’s time to go to a doctor?”
“I hate doctors.” Scott groaned, turning his head a little so he could nuzzle into Derek’s neck, taking in his scent to comfort him.
“I know,” Derek answered, pressing his lips against Scott’s temple. Scott had always been a touchy-feely guy, unlike Derek, but when he was sleepy or didn’t feel so good, he was extra clingy. Derek, uncharacteristically, didn’t mind. Because it was Scott. If it was someone else, Derek would have pushed them away already. “But I hate seeing you like this.”
Scott just sighed, nuzzling further into Derek’s neck, mumbling something unintelligent. Derek couldn’t help but smile fondly.
“Maybe you should go to the next best thing then. I’ll call Stiles.”
Scott groaned, “Why? I’m not really sick.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “I already told you, this is the third time this week I catch you throwing up your guts in the morning. There is something wrong, Scott.”
Derek knew that Scott would normally argue some more, but when he didn’t feel well, they didn’t get into arguments so much. At least there was a good thing about all this mess.
“Fine.” Scott huffed, “You don’t need to call him, though. I’ll do it.”
Derek reached up towards the sink where he had put his cellphone, giving it to Scott. “Call him now.”
Scott scowled at him, but Derek just merely raised his eyebrow. Scott sighed, pressed in the familiar number of his best friend on his boyfriend’s phone, then held it to his ear.
He didn’t have to wait to hear the very familiar voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello?”
“Stiles, it’s me.”
“Hey, buddy. What’s up?”
“Um, I was wondering…could you maybe come over today?”
“Sure. Something wrong?”
Scott knew Stiles tried to make it come over as casual, but he could hear the worried undertone.
“No, nothing’s wrong. Just want to hang out. Derek will be out to train with Isaac.”
Scott smiled when he heard Stiles let out a little whoop of relief. “Cool! I’ll be there in a few.”
“Cool. See you then.”
Scott still smiled a little when he shoved the cellphone back into Derek’s hand.
“He was relieved I wouldn’t be here, wasn’t he?”
Scott chuckled. “Yep.”
Derek smirked, “So he still fears me. That’s good.”
Scott rolled his eyes, heaving himself up from the floor with Derek’s help. “Go and get ready for your training session. I’m going back to bed for a little bit, until Stiles gets here.”
Derek helped Scott back into bed, kissed his forehead and sat down next to him until he fell asleep. He tucked him in a little tighter, then got back to the bathroom to shower and get dressed.
When he came back out of the bathroom, fully dressed, Scott was still asleep. Derek smiled when he felt Scott nuzzle into his touch when he stroked through his hair.
Then he left, looking over his shoulder one last time before he closed the door behind him.
--..-
“So, let me get this straight,” Stiles said, already typing into his faithful laptop, which he had naturally brought along. “You’ve been feeling nauseous and been throwing up every morning these last three days?” Stiles waited for Scott’s affirmative nod, then frowned a little. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
Scott shrugged. “Didn’t think it was important.”
Stiles rolled his eyes, “What if you have some kind of disease, something only werewolves can get, and you could die?”
“Don’t over exaggurate, Stiles.”
“What? I don’t want to bury my best friend before his time.”
“Stiles. Just look it up then.”
“Already doing that, buddy. Here. I found a site with all possible werewolf diseases.”
Scott shuffled a little closer to his friend, leaning forward so he could look over Stiles’ shoulder.
“And?”
“Shh,” Stiles shushed his friend, almost knocking him in the face when he waved his hand. Scott waited until Stiles had scanned the page, mumbling things under his breath while he was reading. “I can’t find anything that describes your problem.”
“That’s good, right?”
“I guess,” Stiles answered, already surfing through another site. “You said that you feel better after you’ve rested a little longer, huh?”
“Yeah. I always get back into bed and when I wake up again, I’m back to my old self.”
“Hmm.” Stiles was reading a little more, Scott let him at it in peace, until Stiles’ eyes widened and he flailed his arms a little.
“What?” Scott asked concerned. “What is it?”
Stiles turned his head to look at Scott, his eyes still impossibly wide. “I think you could be pregnant.”
Scott blinked, then snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t be pregnant, Stiles. I’m male. Don’t you dare tell me to prove it to you.”
“Im serious, Scott.” Stiles said, pointing at his laptop screen. “It says right here that men can get pregnant if they’re a carrier. You really could be pregnant, dude.”
Scott blinked again, realizing that his friend clearly wasn’t joking. “B-but…W-what? W-why? H-how?”
“Come on,” Stiles said, closing his laptop and standing up to put on his jacket. “We’re going to the doctor to ask him to test you on that carrier thing. Maybe do a little pregnancy test as well. Maybe just the pregnancy test, because-”
“Stiles,” Scott interrupted him, his voice barely above a whisper. “What if I’m pregnant? What do I tell Derek?”
Yeah. If there was anything Derek didn’t look like to Stiles, or to anyone probably, it was like a father figure. Scott, okay. He was a caring, loving, trusting person. How the hell was someone like Derek gonna react to having a little baby?
Those were problems for later though. Right now Scott was number one on Stiles’ priority list. Getting him to the doctor was his first task and he had to do it fast.
“We’ll just tell him he’s gonna be a daddy.” Stiles said simply, hoping it was a convincing smile on his face. “Grab your jacket. Were going.”
Scott was silent as he pulled on his jacket and followed Stiles to his jeep, one hand resting on his stomach the whole time.
If Stiles even noticed, he didn’t mention it. All he could think about was;
‘My best friend is -probably- gonna have a baby…Holy Crap!’