A/N: So this is my first ever fic and i hope you guys like it. Reviews are much appreciated!

Some background: Jackson never became the Kanima so this is my take on Season 2

Stiles sighed as he saw the sky. The clouds were grey, they loomed in the distance and warned him of rain. He had just finished lacrosse practise; he was sweaty, tires and above all pissed. Scott ditched him to see Allison for a make out session in the woods and some jerk had busted his jeeps window a few days ago. So now he had to walk home, if he picked up the pace he might make it before the rain. He jogged down the side of the road till he noticed the woods to his left. He stopped 'If I cut through the woods I can just jump the fence into the back yard. I'll be there in no time' he thought to himself.

He walked down the slope and began a steady pace towards the trees. \he stood at the border of the woods 'I could be attacked like the others' he thought. He had been reading his dad work files again. Random attacks on people in the woods, only one survivor had been found the others had been dubbed as missing. Scoot had tried tracking them in the woods with his wolf powers but he kept losing the scent. It was the same for the other wolves as well. Even Derek couldn't find the missing people. He decided to take the risk, he had his chemistry essay in his bad and he didn't want Harris on his ass about it.

The forest was calm. Birds chirped in the trees and the crunch of leaves under Stiles' shoes made him feel safe somehow. It was because his mom would take him into these woods for picnics and walks. He missed her, he'd grow accustomed to life without her but he wished she were still around. Stiles noticed the lack of natural noises. The birds weren't chirping. A chill went down Stiles' spine as he heard the rustling of leaves behind him. He turned and saw nothing. He unfastened his lacrosse stick from his bag and gingerly headed in the direction of his house. He felt unsettled, like he was being followed. He couldn't be far from his house now.

Then he saw his back fence in the dim afternoon light and he sprinted. He was an arm's length away from the fence when he was grabbed from behind. In milliseconds he was airborne, he flew back and smacked his right side on a tree trunk. Pain exploded in his abdomen. The air was forced from his lungs. Dazed, he looked up at his attacker. Its rigid, scared face and claws indicated it was a werewolf. But not one Stiles knew, it was a man and definitely much older due to its grey tinted hair. It approached Stiles cautiously. It cocked its head at him and growled as it crept toward him. Stiles tried to move but waves of pain erupted from his right side.

He was at the mercy of the creature heading towards him, if it had any. There was a flare in the creatures bright yellow eyes and it lunged. Stiles closed his eyes and waited for death to come. Terror spread through him and he cried out. But no pain came. He heard a growl howl followed by growls, a violent bark accompanied by the sound of ripping flesh. Stiles opened his eyes to see the creature scurrying away clutching its side. Where the creature had once stood was Derek eyes glowing red and hand covered in dark blood. Stiles' vision started getting hazy as Derek started towards him. Stiles was out cold by the time the man had reached him.

Stiles woke up in his bed. How did he get here? He sat up and rubbed his head. He remembered the werewolf and Derek. Derek was probably the one who had brought him inside, then he wondered how Derek would have gotten in. He looked across the room and jumped at the figure siting in his desk chair. His eyes widened and he shuffled back but realised it was Derek. Derek snickered and a sly grin spread across his face. "I get a special kind of joy from your fear Stiles." Derek teased. He loved hearing Stiles' heart race. "You stink of it by the way." Derek looked into Stiles' eyes as the fear left them and was replaced by curiosity.

"Can you stop looking at me like I'm your next meal?" Stiles asked his voice quivering. "Cause honestly I'm just skin and bone."

"You might make a good appetiser if you're not careful" Derek said.

Stiles rolled his eyes at Derek. "Moving on, what the fuck happened out there?" Stiles asked gesturing to the window doubling over as he did due to the immense pain in his ribs. "I think it was an omega, a lone-"

"Yeah the lone wolf I got that part. It's the weakest of all the wolves. Could you please talk to me without patronising me?" Stiles said with an annoyed tone.

"Fine, it was an omega. Probably just passing through. But then it saw you and realised it needed to kill you so you couldn't annoy it to death first" Derek replied.

"Great now that I'm awake can you please leave my house?" Stiles asked.

"Believe me I would, but if that omega comes back and you get ripped apart its gunna somehow fall on me, as per usual." Derek mused mumbling the last part, but Stiles still heard it.

"Fine just don't creep around my house and stare at me like you usually do." Stiles scoffed as he swung his legs over the bed and headed for the door.

Derek followed Stiles out of the room. He had been watching the boy sleep for hours, protecting him. He couldn't leave Stiles defenceless. Stiles had looked so innocent while he slept. Derek remembered how his heart would beat counting the seconds till Derek could talk to him. Sure it was usually just glares and banter, Derek would never admit it but he had strong feelings for this kid. Feelings he didn't quite understand. But he'd lost to much already he wasn't going to open himself up to be rejected or heartbroken.

He heard Stiles' laboured breathing and rushed to his aid. The teen was slouch against the wall with his face scrunched in pain. Cracked ribs were a bitch if you didn't have accelerated wolf healing. Derek approached Stiles and warily put an arm around his waist. He was careful not to crush Stiles and worsen his ribcage. Stiles grunted as Derek lead him to the stairs. The alpha picked Stiles up in his arms and descended the stairs. Stiles moaned every step, but Derek knew he wasn't in pain. He could smell anger of the boy though, it was sharp like inhaling barbeque smoke. Once he had reached the bottom Derek place stile gently on the couch and went to the kitchen to get him some water.

"I don't need your help" Stiles mumbled, awkwardly getting off the couch and limping towards Derek. "I'm fine."

"No you aren't now shut up and sit down before I make you." Derek growled making his eyes flare red and Stiles did as he was told. Fear radiated from him. Derek may have had feelings for the kid but scaring him always made him chuckle a bit. Derek's lips curled into a smirk as he brought the glass of water to Stiles. He sat down and slid the glass across the coffee table. Stiles picked up the glass cautiously. He realised how thirsty he was and chugged the water like there was no tomorrow. Stiles put the glass back down and looked up to see Derek Staring at him with his green eyes. Stiles couldn't deny how handsome the man in front of him was.

"I don't mean to sound inconsiderate, but why do you want to protect me?" Stiles asked. Derek said nothing instead he knitted is eyebrows together. Stiles flopped back into the couch "Forget I asked."

Unfortunately for Stiles it was Friday so he couldn't say that he desperately had to do homework for the next morning. The man and the teen sat in silence until stiles decided he was hungry. He went to the kitchen but Derek stayed on the couch, thank god. He opened the fridge and rummaged through it till he found some left over pizza. He grabbed the box, what his dad didn't know wouldn't hurt him. As he closed the fridge and stood up he came face to face with Derek. Stiles gasped but he was half expecting him to be there.

"What is it boy? You wanna treat?" Stiles joked. "Or is it time for walkies" He cooed and ruffled Derek's black hair.

Suddenly Stiles was being pressed against the wall. The pizza box fall from his hands. The alphas eyes burned red and his claws scraped Stiles' ribcage. Stiles stared into Derek's face, looking at the fangs poking out from his mouth. He was so close to Derek he could feel the man's warm breath against his cheeks. Derek was filled with rage. This ridiculous excuse for a human being was mocking him and all Derek was trying to do was protect him. Derek might have laughed and played along if the circumstances were different. If he could just tell the boy about his feelings. Derek moved away from those thoughts, Stiles could never know.

Derek retracted his claws but he still held Stiles against the wall. He listened to Stiles' racing heart. He smelt the fear rising off him. Derek looked into Stiles fear filled eyes. Derek didn't want to do this but he couldn't show weakness. Derek scanned the scared boys face. His soft pink lips were quivering. All Derek could think about was pressing his lips against them. 'NO' he thought. But he was overcome with lust, before he knew what he was doing Derek was leaning into Stiles.

Stiles watched as the anger left Derek's eyes and were filled with something much different. Desire. Derek forced his mouth against Stiles'. The alphas hands moved from the boys chest to his back and neck. He pulled Stiles into him and to his surprise Stiles kissed back. Stiles arms were wrapped around Derek's neck. Stiles felt the older man's warm tongue on his lips and let the alpha explore his mouth. Stiles broke away briefly and whispered "Derek." Without warning Stiles was on the kitchen floor and Derek was nowhere to be seen.

Thanks for reading. I'll try get the next chapter up soon!