I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OR THE STORYLINE OF TEEN WOLF.

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PART ONE

He felt the shift coming on. The wolf inside of him was clawing, gnawing, fighting to get out. He gripped either side of the stairway railing, bracing himself for the shift that he was fighting back. His eyes turned a bright hue of blue as he disappeared into the night.

"Derek." Stiles mumbled, he was asleep at his desk, unaware that he was being watched like prey by a different type of predator.

Outside, Derek could hear Stiles groan in his sleep. He was crouched down ready to spring through the window of the sleeping teen and attack.

Stiles was hunched over his desk, his head buried in his arms on the keyboard of his laptop until his phone rang.

"What the shit?" the brunette teen screamed as he shot up quickly, startled by the sound. He looked down at caller ID: SCOTT . He looked behind him at the alarm clock next to his bed which read 2:45 AM. Stiles groaned and answered the phone.

"Hello?" he said sleepily, brushing his fingers over his hair and leaning back in the chair easily, waking up.

"Stiles! Where is Derek? We need to find the Alpha! I keep having dreams about killing people, people that I care about!" Scott screamed frantically into the phone. Stiles sat silently, still thinking about his dream. "Stiles...were you asleep?" Scott asked him, confused.

"Yes Scott I was actually asleep. I'm just as surprised as you are. Want to guess what I was dreaming about?" Stiles replied with a sarcasm which told Scott that he was irritated but he was okay. The truth was, Scott would never be able to guess what Stiles was dreaming about because his attention was not on being a friend to Stiles, it was on getting into Allison's pants.

"Yeah I think I can take a guess man, no need to go into detail. Meet me at Derek's house in an hour, we are going to search for him. Something is wrong, I can feel it." Scott sounded more upset about not being able to get answers than he was about Derek being AWOL. Stiles clapped his phone shut rubbing his eyes, then stretching. He stood from his desk and stretched in front of his window, pulling his arms over his head. His shirt lifted enough to let the cool air from the open window hit a small patch of exposed skin on his stomach. He closed his eyes once more, enjoying the stretch and the cool air.

"Don't fall asleep at your desk ever again Stiles, it's painful when you wake up" He murmured to himself.

Derek chuckled at Stiles talking to himself but grew serious again very quickly trying to contain the beast within. He watched Stiles carefully, the wolf inside of him clawing at him to let him have his way with the teenager.

I want him! Let me out! He called for me! The wolf screamed inside of him.

Calm down! He is too fragile. Derek watched as Stiles disappeared from the window and

heard him disappear down the stairs roughly. He zipped his leather jacket and disappeared once again into the dark woods to return home.

Stiles checked the driveway, no squad car; it was safe for him to sneak out. He ran roughly back up the stairs, his jeans brushing the stairs as he tripped his way up to his room. His lights were off in his bedroom.

"Did I shut off the lights? I must have because I am losing my mind" Stiles flipped on the light and buttoned his flannel shirt as he went over to close the window. He pulled out socks and put them on, throwing his shoes on haphazardly and grabbing his keys off the edge of his desk with his phone before leaving the house. He got into his car, the predator already gone.

Derek was in the front foyer of his house when he heard Stiles pull up. He was doing pull ups on the door frame to the living room shirtless.

Stiles just barged in the front door but stopped when he saw the muscular man before him. He watched as Derek's biceps bulged as he pulled himself up and released down, his eyes traveled down from Derek's chiseled shoulders to his hard and flexing abs. Stiles took in a shallow breath, unable to take in all of the rock hard body before him. He noted the waist band of Derek's boxers sticking out slightly from the top of his jeans as he pulled up one last time before letting himself drop to the floor with a soft thud. Dust stirred up at his feet, making his dark black jeans look dirty.

"Uh, d-don't you have like wolf hearing or something? I mean doesn't.." Stiles cleared his throat, "Doesn't that mean you heard me coming….I mean not coming in the sense that you think I meant that. Not in the sense of the word cum like with a 'U'….couldn't you have put a shirt on man?" Stiles stumbled over his words and rambled, trying to hide his inability to stop staring at the hard and sturdy looking framed teen before him.

Derek smirked at him as he turned around to face the awkward teenage boy before him, dark hair, brown eyes, light skin. The wolf inside him howled at the sight of Stiles, a lean yet toned body begging to be taken. Derek walked over to the staircase and took his shirt from the banister, pulling it over his head. He couldn't help but sneak peeks at Stiles, who was too busy looking around the house to notice Derek's gaze. Derek looked at the shorter teen, wearing a black tee-shirt under a grey zip hoodie and a black jacket on top of that.

Must be cold outside. Derek thought to himself, but he wouldn't notice if it was. His wolf senses also came with an increased temperature which kept him warm.

Stiles kept his hands in the pockets of jeans so he wouldn't touch or break anything and simply wandered around the main floor of the house. He felt sorry for Derek, because his family was dead and his home destroyed. He twisted on one foot back around to face Derek who was sliding on his leather jacket and staring at Stiles with a look that did not emanate hate. He was confused momentarily.

"Why are you here?" Derek growled, realizing he was caught staring. He was trying to mask his attraction to the younger teen, and came off as unwelcoming. He hated the way the words came out right after he said them. He zipped his jacket roughly and turned to face Stiles with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah see Scott was scared that you were hurt, but, me, I could give a care less because you are such a tool and totally useless so far with your cryptic answers which mean nothing" Stiles rambled, trying not to stare into the green eyes of Derek Hale.

Don't think about his abs, or how much you want to touch them to see if they are as hard as marble…don't think about his lips, his full lips and how sweet he must taste or his scent that emanates through the whole house….sandal wood and musk.

"Are you always this annoying?" Derek asked him, Stiles was jerked from his own thoughts as Derek swept past, knocking Stiles on the shoulder as he went into the living room.

"Yeah…..get over it." Stiles responded. His heart was pounding in his chest hoping that his boldness wouldn't get him killed. He pulled his phone from his pocket and noticed he had a message from Scott.

Last minute thing with Allison, be there as soon as I can. Give me an hour…or two ;)

Stiles read the text and wanted to throw up. Scott had been too busy groping Allison all week.

"What an asshole, gets me out of bed at 3am to meet somewhere and then doesn't show up." Stiles mumbled to himself. He was pissed off.

"Scott isn't even showing up? Why does he bother? Why do you put up with this?" Derek stormed back into the room towards Stiles. Stiles backed away from Derek until his back hit a wall, his hands up in front of his body in a feeble effort to protect himself.