A/N: Hello, I am obviously new to this site, and this is my first attempt at a fanfic. Please review and let me know on what I should work on. I enjoy constructive criticism and please don't be too mean or anything of that sort because you know how it would feel if anyone did that to you. Enough of the preachy stuff (sorry for that), without any further ado this is a story based off of MTV's Teen Wolf and heavily focuses on the characters of Stiles and Derek and is a slash fic so be warned for that. It's also not beta-ed so I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or anything of that sort.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters, etc. They are the property of MTV, Jeff Davis, and any other person who actively owns the characters or series, etc. So here it begins.

THE STEREK CHRONICLES: THE BEGINNING

CHAPTER ONE: THE AFTERMATH

It had been three months since the night where Derek had killed Peter Hale and Peter had killed Kate Argent, and several things around the town of Beacon Hills had changed. Scott and Allison were surprised to actually have been given their parent's (temporary) blessing as he had not killed a human being. Jackson had been bitten and turned into a werewolf, and was learning how to control it from Scott and Stiles. Derek was resurfacing less and less both within the group and even with the other citizens of Beacon Hills. Lydia was still in a coma and healing from her werewolf bites she had received from Peter after her attack. And Stiles was becoming oddly worried about Derek and the fact he didn't seem to care enough to try and help Jackson through the difficult process of learning how to control his werewolf abilities. Stiles knew he shouldn't particularly care for Jackson as he was a douche to him for basically his entire life and he definitely shouldn't care for Derek who Stiles was sure that he had hated him. Somehow though, Stiles couldn't help but wonder about the suddenly even more broody, uninvolved, and sullen werewolf who had just recently become the new Alpha.

Stiles would sit alone in his computer chair doing werewolf research on his laptop when all of a sudden Derek would just enter his thoughts and would refuse to retreat from them. Stiles had also been having strange dreams about Derek and felt the dreams were becoming a window into Derek's soul. He really wanted to help the troubled Alpha, but he just didn't seem to know how. He knew that Derek was probably out searching for his third and final new pack mate, as Stiles had found out in research that every Alpha needs at least three Betas to have a complete pack. He know had Scott and Jackson, and Lydia obviously was not becoming a werewolf, but didn't die as Peter had said someone would do if the bite didn't turn them. Stiles was about to go off into the subject of what Lydia was on account to his ADD, but instead the subject of Derek Hale suddenly pulled him back into that train of thought. He wondered if Derek would consider him or Allison. Well maybe not Allison since her family were hunters he soon thought right back to himself, but would Derek ever consider Stiles a worthy pack member? His brain told himself no, but his heart for some odd reason really wanted him to say yes to this frivolous question. "Oh well." Stiles said to himself quietly even though no one was else (as far as he knew) was inside his home. He could never be too sure after the whole werewolf thing when Scott and Derek used his window as an entrance to his house on several occasions. "I better get some sleep." Stiles muttered to himself completely unaware of the glowing red eyes coming from outside his closed window staring intently on the boy as he jumped into his bed, pulled up the covers onto his body, and drifted off into a gentle, Derek dream-filled sleep.

The next morning was a happy one when Stiles realized it was only Sunday, and he still had the rest of the day to do whatever he pleased which usually meant he would either do research, laze around, or have to deal with a sudden and unexpected Scott/Jackson werewolf problem with Allison. He had grown a lot closer to her as they became the only two humans in the pack, and he hated to say it but he regretted the negative feelings he had once had for her and he was very happy to call her a true friend. Stiles hoped it wasn't the latter and jumped out of bed to go make himself breakfast where outside his door he found a note from his dad.

Stiles, I had to work late until about 4:00 A.M. and you were already asleep before I could tell you I was heading into work a little bit after that at 7:30 A.M. to try and completely wrap up the Kate Argent serial killer deal. There's money for dinner on the kitchen counter. Love you,Dad

Stiles read the letter, smiled to himself, and rushed down the stairs still in his impromptu pajamas he had made out of his lacrosse shorts and a baggy t-shirt. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and began to slowly eat the sugary, frosted flakes when he noticed an envelope with his name on it on the floor near his front door. He assumed the writer or deliverer had slipped it under the door. He quickly finished the cereal and dropped the bowl in the sink before wandering over curiously to pick up the envelope that had his named sprawled across it with chicken-scratch handwriting he had never seen before so he knew it was definitely not Scott, Allison, or Jackson writing to him. He assumed it might be something about Lydia's condition and ripped open the enveloped and pulled out a letter that had been typed for him so he could read it he assumed because of the handwriting's rather poor quality.

Stiles, I need to meet up with you to fill you in on some new Alpha info. Meet me at my house later today around 2:00. See you there.

Derek

Stiles read the letter in confusion, and his brows jumped when he noticed the signature. Stiles finally had the opportunity to speak with the Alpha he had been waiting for. But he wandered to himself, what it really be a chance to talk or would he be walking into a trap set by Derek?