It wasn't long before the twins and Danny appeared at the door.

"You okay with this?" Scott asked Ethan as the three came in.

Ethan just nodded, sticking close to Danny. The twins were both watching Derek warily, which was amusing on one level and painful on another, so Stiles mirrored Ethan by remaining close to his other half too. Derek for his part hadn't even stood up, which was clearly an indicator of peace if ever Stiles had seen one.

"Hey, Danny," he said, giving their friend a small wave, "bet you're really confused right now."

"You could say that," Danny replied, "but I guess I'm about to find out the real reason that everything has been crazy this year?"

"That's the plan," Lydia said, crossing to Aiden, "but you might want to sit down."

"What, next to cousin Miguel, or should I say, Derek Hale?" Danny asked.

"So glad you're more observant than you pretended," Stiles decided. "This is Derek's place, in case you were wondering."

"Animal attacks, two serial killers and all my friends being uber weird," Danny replied; "it was easier to pretend not to see it."

"Yeah," Alison agreed; "it was a lot easier when it didn't all make sense."

Stiles could see their point, but he'd never really been someone who preferred ignorance, not since his parents had tried to keep from him just how sick his mom was. He liked to be in the know.

Danny walked to the other end of the couch with Ethan shadowing him and actually took the offered seat.

"Right, who wants to do this?" Stiles asked.

"You seem to be covering it," Lydia replied and there were several other nods.

He did have the sense to look at Ethan, but the alpha just twitched at him, which he took as a 'go ahead'.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Just tell me," Danny replied.

"Werewolves," Stiles went with the shortest, most succinct explanation, which was unusual for him.

He watched the disbelief travel over Danny's face and then came the thoughtfulness which he knew was at the centre of Danny's character.

"This isn't a joke?" Danny checked.

Stiles shook his head then pointed at Derek.

"Werewolf," he said, then moved on to Isaac, "werewolf," Aiden, "werewolf," Ethan, "werewolf," Scott, "and our very own True Alpha werewolf. Also Jackson, but he ran off to London so I can't point at him. Lydia, apart from being a genius and the fashion goddess of this town is a Banshee, Alison's all human but could probably kill you with her pinky finger and me, well, that's kind of complicated, but I'm human too with a huge helping of magic. That's new, in case you were wondering."

"Why you collapsed?" Danny asked.

"Give the man a cigar," he replied; he had always like how perceptive Danny could be when actually given the facts. "Also you being pinned to every available surface by your boyfriend, or you pinning him, not calling that, is mostly my fault, sorry."

"Our fault," Derek added quietly.

"Your fault how?" Danny wanted to know.

"It's kind of long and complicated," Stiles replied, "but it all comes down to me and Derek having lots of really awesome sex and broadcasting it to the rest of the pack. No, we have no idea how, but there was this moment where I guess we connected and somehow we, probably my fault, never let go. Really don't get this magic stuff yet, but nothing exploded, so, win."

"You and Derek?" Danny asked and sounded somewhat incredulous.

"Werewolves you take calmly, but me and Derek you don't believe," he said; "I think I'm insulted, actually, no, I know I'm insulted."

"It's not that," Danny said before he could go off on one, "I just would have sworn you were straight."

That mollified him a little.

"He was just too focused on me to give off the right signals," Lydia said as if that was perfectly normal behaviour; "even I hadn't figured it out, so don't worry, your gaydar is working fine."

"But you are taking all of this really calmly, are you sure you're okay?" Scott asked.

Stiles might not have let the whole incredulity part drop so easily, but Derek chose that moment to tug on his arm and pull him down. He ended up in Derek's lap and found himself relaxing even as he watched Danny watching him and Derek.

"Still processing," Danny replied and looked over at Ethan who was clearly nervous. "This so explains why you growl in your sleep."

"They all do that," Alison and Lydia said at the same time, "usually near the full moon," Lydia added.

Stiles found he was a little jealous that he had yet to find this out. All the werewolves looked a little embarrassed, but no one denied it.

"I'll order pizza," Derek offered to give Danny a little breathing space and Stiles leaned over to pick up the mobile that was on the small table, handing it to his mate.

"Okay," Scott said once the pizza orders were in and Danny and Ethan had moved off to the stairs to talk quietly, "does anyone have any idea what happened today, because, no offence guys, but I really don't want to be that out of control every time you two have sex."

"There was a connection when we sealed the bond," Derek said in a very matter of fact tone. "It was a sense of the pack like an alpha has, only stronger, but it felt like it was transitory."

"Yeah," Stiles agreed; "I had no idea we were broadcasting. No idea how that could work."

He was getting used to the feel of magic at the back of his mind, but he was sure he hadn't felt anything specific going on while he and Derek were having sex.

"Of course I was really distracted, so anything could have been happening," he admitted. "I mean really, really distracted; you have no idea..."

"Stiles," Lydia said before he could wax lyrical about the joys of sex with Derek.

"Sex is awesome, just sayin'," he said because he couldn't resist.

"I've heard of white wolves," Derek offered, "but I've never heard of something like this. The stories I know are mostly from when I was a kid, so they would have been sanitised, Peter might know more."

"Could we start with Deaton rather than Creeperwolf?" Stiles suggested, because, no matter what, Peter still put him on edge. "At least we know Deaton will tell us the truth even if he only tells us half of it."

"Stiles has a point," Alison agreed.

Everyone else seemed to agree, or at least, before there were any objections Lydia had her phone out and Deaton was answering them on speaker.

"Well that is very interesting," Deaton said once Lydia had explained everything in a far more detached and practical way than Stiles was sure any of the rest of them would have been able to manage. "I have heard of close connections between white wolves and their packs, but they are usually brought about by very rare circumstances. I would hazard a guess that this situation was caused by the creation and settling of the bond between Stiles and Derek. If I were you I would not worry about it unless it happens again."

"Great," Stiles said with a huge smile, "change of plans, everyone out, Derek and I are having sex again."

Derek rolled his eyes at that and everyone else ignored him, so everything was back to normal.

"Is there anything we should be careful of?" Derek asked.

"That would depend," Deaton replied; "Stiles, how are you feeling?"

"Awesome," he said; "I can turn into a wolf; it is so cool."

Possibly he was devolving into a twelve year old, but he hadn't had his medication and magic really was great.

"You've already done that?" Deaton asked and the surprise was obvious in the man's voice.

"Um, yeah," he replied, "why, shouldn't I have?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Deaton replied, "I am just surprised at such rapid progress, although, perhaps I should have learned by now never to underestimate any of you. Don't over exert yourself; it will take time for the magic to settle, other than that, congratulations."

"You can really turn into a wolf?" Scott asked, sounding intrigued.

"Totally," Stiles said and nodded; "a big white one. Well at least I thought I was big until Derek changed too; boy is he huge."

After it had popped out of his mouth it occurred to him that Derek might not want everyone to know that yet. However, as everyone looked at Derek, Stiles realised his mate didn't seem overly bothered by it.

"Does Stiles mean you turn into a full wolf too?" Scott asked and Derek nodded. "I thought that was an alpha thing?"

"So did I," Derek replied.

"Maybe it's a genetic thing," Stiles suggested; "I mean Derek's mom and his sister could do it, so maybe it's a recessive trait just waiting for a power boost and because of all the shit going on at the time Derek never got enough when he became an alpha."

He hadn't actually realised he'd been working on a theory as to why Derek could now attain a full wolf form, but apparently, he had.

"That would make sense," Lydia said and he might have preened a little as their resident genius agreed with him; "it would explain why not all alphas have the ability. If different werewolves have different genetic prerogatives, but some of them require different levels of power, it would explain why different alphas end up with different abilities."

"There are others who have proposed similar theories," Deaton agreed and Stiles remembered they had the man on the call. "Of course no one has done extensive research on that aspect of werewolf nature."

"Nope werewolf research mostly seems to be on how to kill or contain them," Stiles commented, "no offense Alison."

"None taken," Alison replied, "it's true."

"Someone should really fix that," Lydia commented and Stiles was graced with a vision of Lydia gaining a PhD in werewolf studies.

He wasn't sure if it was funny or frightening.

"And there is nothing else?" Derek checked, ever paranoid it seemed, even now.

"Nothing immediate," Deaton replied. "I would suggest you all take time to rest and recover, especially Stiles, but this will have affected the whole pack."

"Thanks, Doc," Scott said.

"Not at all," Deaton replied, "goodbye."

Everyone said some form of farewell and Lydia ended the call. With that out of the way Stiles found his focus returning to Derek.

"Stiles," Lydia interrupted him before he could do anything inappropriate, "you can help me make coffee for everyone."

That translated as 'you can make coffee I will supervise' and Stiles would have objected if it had been anyone else, but it was Lydia and no one said no to Lydia. The fact that it would probably keep him out of trouble was also quite clear in his head.

"Back soon," he said and pecked Derek on the lips.