A/N: Heeeey there everyone! I realize I still have a couple other stories that have sort of been put on hiatus, but I couldn't resist. This idea sort of just popped into my brain and it just wouldn't leave. Anyways... I don't have a beta, but I did my best to make sure there were no mistakes. This story really doesn't fall into a certain season, nor does it go along with the show. Please, please, please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, and I'm still as broke as ever. Clearly my writing doesn't earn me money.

Prologue: Werewolf Drama

Stiles sighed and flopped down on his bed, he was exhausted. Between school and lacrosse and all the werewolf drama, Stiles didn't know how he was still standing. His eyes fluttered shut, but he opened them immediately when he heard his bedroom window sliding open. Would it kill them to use the door? In the few moments it took him to get up from his bed and go to the window, Derek Hale was standing in his room.

"Knock much?" Stiles asked, turning away from the man. "You know, there's a perfectly good door downstairs."

"Shut up, Stiles." Derek practically growled.

"Why should I?" Stiles asked. "After all, this is my house."

Stiles knew he was baiting Derek. He didn't mean to, it was just almost a reaction now.

"Stop talking, or I'll make you." Derek said, more calmly.

Stiles gulped, but nodded. He really didn't feel like getting punched.

"Look, I need your help." Derek continued. "I didn't know who else to ask."

Stiles smirked. He wanted so badly to make a snarky remark, but he also enjoyed his ability to speak in general.

"Okay," Stiles started, "What do you need help with?"

Derek looked away, sheepishly, and Stiles couldn't help but to chuckle.

At the sound, Derek turned around and growled. "Don't push me, Stilinski. I will not hesitate to beat you into submission."

"Whoa, calm down Mr. Big Bad." Stiles said, raising his hands. "No need to go all alpha on me."

Derek huffed. "I need you to look up something for me."

"I'm sorry," Stiles started, walking toward his bedroom door. "I didn't hear a 'please'."

Before Stiles could process what was happening, Derek had a fistful of his shirt and, in one swift movement, had him pushed up against the wall. Stiles yelped when his back forcefully hit the drywall.

"I could kill you." Derek bit out. "I could end your life in seconds, and yet you still degrade me!"

Derek's face was inches away from Stiles'. Stiles could feel his heart beating through his chest, and his chest was heaving with ragged breaths. After a few moments, Derek let go and sighed. He looked tired, and Stiles suddenly regretted his previous sarcasm.

"Okay." Stiles said quietly. "What do you need me to look up?"

"I need information on a company called BioCorp."

Stiles sighed and plopped down in the chair at his desk. He flipped open his laptop and began searching. Derek stood right behind him. Stiles could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Dude, seriously, you're in my bubble."

Derek rolled his eyes and went to sit on the bed. "Why is it taking you so long?"

"Oh, sorry. I don't mean to be an inconvenience. If I wanted to do that, I probably would've climbed into your window or something."

Derek growled, but Stiles ignored him. He was really getting tired of all the werewolf drama.

"I think I got something." Stiles started. "It looks like they were a company near Sacramento."

"Were?" Derek asked.

"Yeah. They got closed down two years ago. This article says something about illegal genetic experiments."

Derek balled his fist. "Damn it."

Stiles turned and looked at the werewolf. "What's up?"

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. "I picked up a scent the other day and followed it to a motel. There was this man… I questioned him and he said he didn't know about anything. He seemed so… human, but he wasn't. He couldn't have been, he smelled like a wolf."

"So," Stiles began, motioning to his laptop. "You think they had something to do with it?"

"The man said that he was paid for some clinical trials from a company called BioCorp." Derek said, as if the answer was obvious.

"Do you think they're splicing werewolf genes?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know what I think." Derek said while rubbing his temple.

"Look, you can't tell Scott or anyone else about this. Not yet." Derek ordered.

Stiles looked at him skeptically. "I'm serious. Knowing them, they'll do something stupid. We need to get more information on this before we act."

Stiles nodded. "Okay. Is that seriously all you needed?"

Derek didn't respond, instead he disappeared through the window. Stiles really needed to start locking that damn thing. He read through more articles about the company, but didn't find anything useful. He looked at the clock in the corner of his laptop screen. It was already a little after 12:30am. He let out another sigh and found his way back to his bed. In moments, his mind finally succumbed to his exhaustion and his thoughts were cloaked in darkness.