Hey Guys! So, I just wanted to first say that although this story is under my name, and my account, it is actually a collaboration with AlphaGamJen... The story was originally her idea, but then it grew as we both shared our thoughts on it. Basically it's my words, but our thoughts and ideas. So much credit is being given to her! Also, if you are readers from my other stories, Thank You So Much for your continued support! This story is going to start off in a flashback and then we'll be introducing a new character at the end of Season 1 Episode 7 Night School. We'll follow very loosely to the show. Hope you all enjoy!

-FLASHBACK-Four years ago-Stanford University

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"Are you going through your check list again?" My sister had always known me so well. I was trying to come up with a slight lie when her voice came from the other end of the phone again. "I'm sure you are perfectly prepared. Bigger question is what are you wearing?" Just like always, fashion was always on her mind.

"Skinny jeans, my boots, tourquoise tank, and my hair is the same way it has been for two years now." I knew she was going to ask about my hair, she always asks about my hair.

"You would find a guy much easier if you showed off your assets a little more. Good thing you are brilliant." I laughed off her snarky remark.

"Love you too sis." I looked over at my corvette alarm clock, and quickly grabbed my bag. "I've got to go. I'll call sometime later."

"You better not. You better be out partying with some hot guy. I mean it Jules, don't call me. And put on a dress!" She was still talking to me when I hung up the phone. I rushed out of my dorm room and down six flights of stairs.

I got into my class, and noticed that the guy to girl ratio was probably ten guys to one girl and there couldn't have been more than fifty people in the class. Lovely. It's good to know that engineering stereotypes was still at large in the world. I found a seat on the left side of the room. The words on the board read ENGR 40 Introductory Electronics. Well, I knew that I was in the right place.

I looked around at all the guys around me, and I say guys because I was quite literally one of five girls. In the front two rows were your typical overly eager and studious boys. And I say boys because they were at the maturity level of freshman in high school. Then the few girls were gathered in a corner probably talking about the latest fandom they have all joined. One row back from them we have the guys who were generally interested in engineering because that's all they've ever been good at. Finally in the back we have the 'bad boys' all of them in a wife beater and jeans and boots. Every ten minutes I would probably hear the small group of girls giggling about which one of them they thought they could save. When in reality, those guys were only after one type of girl, and it wasn't them. Then you have the side of the room where I'm at, the few, the proud, the misfits.

I smiled when the professor walked in. He was the picture perfect college professor. Shorter, with glasses and a slimmer build. He looked at all of us and gave us a small smile. The type of smile that showed both pity and admiration. I knew why he had smiled at us in such a way. The gen ed. classes for engineers were tough for one reason, to weed out the weaklings. I, however, was not going to be one of them.

"Good morning class. If you have read the board then you know that this is Introductory Electronics. If you have not enrolled in this class, then you are in the wrong place." He looked up at each of us, I guess he was giving us a way out if we wanted it. "Wonderful! Well let's get star..." The door opened right as he was in the middle of his sentence.

In walked a rugged looking guy. A few inches taller than me, leather jacket and jeans. Typical garage guy. "Err...sorry." The professor gave him a look of slight disappointment before motioning for him to sit down. I expected him to go sit in the back with the typical 'bad boy' guys, but I was surprised when he came and sat down in my corner of the room. He sat in a chair one chair away from me. He didn't look at anybody, but he wasn't rude about it either. The professor started to speak again, and I turned my attention to him.

The whole class period I couldn't help but steal glances at him. I didn't know what his name was or how or why he was in this class, but he intrigued me. He didn't take any notes, he only doodled the same thing over and over. Three spirals, all attached, in a kind of triangle way. I got lost in staring at his drawing, it was just so captivating.

"Look your left and right. If you have no one on your right, then look to the person on you left. If you have no one on your left, then look to your right. That is going to be you class partner starting now. There's ten minutes left in class, I'll give you that time to get better acquainted with your new found partners." I couldn't decide if I was excited to have this guy as my partner or scared. There was an aura about him that said he walked on the fine line between them both.

I threw out my hand to him to introduce my self. "I'm Julie." I smiled, but he didn't reach out to shake it, nor did he smile back. Instead, he seemed to size me up. "This is the part where you tell me your name..." He was quiet, but something told me it wasn't because he was shy. He just didn't see a need in speaking to people.

"Oh and did I forget to tell you that this entire class is a partnered class. That means that every homework assignment, paper, and project will be a joint effort between you and your partner." The professor just informed me of what could be the death of me, academically and maybe emotionally. I hadn't decided yet.

I turned back over to him but he was gone. All the students were leaving, walking with friends or their class partner. I looked around a little frantically, searching for my still unnamed guy. I jogged down the stairs and out of the building. I looked around at all these faceless bodies. I didn't recognize anyone and then I heard a whistle. I turned on my heels and saw him leaning up against the building.

"I'm used to girls chasing me, but I think you made a new record. I didn't even speak one word to you, yet you are out here looking like a crazy person. Just trying to find me." He was smirking, and I think he was making fun of me.

I marched up to him, I had to deal with adolescent guys before but this one reached a whole new level. "Listen. I worked hard to get here and I'm not going to let some too-cool-for-school guy take me down in his attempts to prove something to the world." He pushed himself off of the wall and walked towards me.

Something changed in his eyes, he didn't look completely detached like before. He through his hand out and said, "I'm Derek." He grinned, and something told me that he got plenty of girls into bed with just that grin alone.

"Well at least I know you have a name." He kept my hand in his, and I didn't even really notice at first. "And you might be used to having all the girls chase you, Derek. But I am going to have to bear some bad news," I leaned in to slightly whisper, "You're not my type." I pulled my hand back and smiled politely up to him. "I'll see you on Wednesday in class then?" He kept silent and I turned to walk away. "If you are staring at my ass, then I guess you can keep looking because that's as close as you are getting to it." I heard him chuckle before I heard him speak.

"I'm everyone's type!" I didn't turn around when he spoke, but I knew that he was right. And I also knew that this was going to be hell with him being my partner, I didn't need any distractions.

Present Day- Four Years later

"Mom! Would you calm down? Is dad there? Let me talk to him." All I did was tell her that I was coming home, and she decides to go on a huge rant about getting things ready.

"Hey Sweetpea. So you're coming home? That's wonderful news!" I loved my dad, he wasn't your typical strong man type of dad. But he was sweet and the only sane one in the family. I felt bad leaving him alone with both my mom and Lydia. I love Lydia with all my heart, but she definitely took after mom.

"Hey... and yeah, I'm on my way now. Is it cool if I take my old room until I find an apartment or something? I know this is literally the shortest amount of notice but it was a split second decision." The plan was to go to school for another two years for another degree, but then I was given a grant to start my own research on a new prototypes of electronics. And since Derek had left, without saying when he would be back, I had nothing left up at Stanford. That left only one place left to go, home.

"Of course sweetpea! You just come on home. We've all missed you around here. Your sister will be happy to hear you are coming back." Not that I wasn't happy to be coming back home, but Derek and I had plans. Plans to live together after graduation and do research together. It's been months since I have heard from him. I guess I was just still raw from it all.

"Where is my baby sister? On a date with Jackson I assume?" They really were a cute couple. A very odd couple, but then again not that odd. Jackson, the golden boy, of the entire town and my sister. She was beautiful and brilliant and I never understood why she didn't flaunt her brains. No, she would rather set fashion trends and run the school. She hid behind a tough exterior, and the only person that was really capable of breaking that exterior was Jackson. If I didn't know that underneath his own tough exterior, he loved her I would be worried about them.

"He picked her up just a few minutes ago. So, you almost home then?" I could still hear my mother talking about preparations in the back. I laughed softly, but smiled into the phone.

"I'm about an hour out. I'll see you in a bit. Love you!" I hung up the phone before my mother had a chance to get back on the line.

I pulled into my old driveway just under an hour later. My mom rushed out of the front door, waiving her hands around like crazy.

"Oh my sweet sweet girl is home!" I was barely out of the car before she had her arms locked around my neck. I could hear that she was crying. Yes, I haven't been home in a few years, but they've paid me visits.

"Mom...mom.." She still had a vice grip on me. "Mom!" It took me literally shouting to get her attention.

"I'm sorr...I'm sorry. I just missed you is all." I felt a little ping of regret at yelling at her, only a little ping.

I turned to face my dad, who pulled me into a bear hug. "Hey sweetpea." I felt his breath on my hair, and I never knew how great it felt to hug my own father.

I noticed that they were dressed up. Like really dressed up. Dad had on a suit, and my mom was in one her more fancy dresses with heels. "Are you going out...somewhere?"

My dad scratched at his temple. "Sorry sweetpea, but we have ticket for a play that's out of town. But we can cancel if you wanted to have a proper reunion and stay in..." It was sweet for him to offer, but it was clear that they were both pretty excited about this play.

"Since when does this family do things the proper way? Go! Go and have a great time. I'm just going to go and...unpack." I shooed them away in the direction of their car. They pulled out, leaving me standing in the driveway alone.

I turned back to my car and started unloading the boxes of stuff. It was a good thing I had a regular workout plan, because all of this stuff was pretty heavy. I dropped the first box down in the foyer. A sense of home and my childhood washed over me the minute I stepped in to the house.

Probably an hour and forty minutes later, after I got all the boxes in and up the stairs, my phone rang.

"Dad, you are supposed to be enjoying a play not checking up on your twenty- three year old daughter..." I was laughing but when I heard nothing from the other end of the phone line I knew something was wrong.

"Sweetpea, there's been a terrible incident at the high school. You're mother and I are a little over an hour away and we can't get there in time." Lydia. Something had happened to Lydia.

"I'll go get her. I'll go, I'm walking out the door now. I'll call you guys when I figure out what happened." I hung up the phone and pulled out my keys.

I was out of the drive way and at the high school only about ten minutes later. I'd say that it was actually a twenty-minute drive. I jumped out of the car and saw a swarm of police vehicles and ambulances. I looked everywhere but I couldn't find Lydia. I ran up to one of the police officers, and saw that he looked frazzled as well.

"Lydia Martin. Where is she?" He looked up at me, wide eyed. I went to repeat myself but he pointed to one of the ambulances. "Thank you!" I called back as I jogged up to the ambulance.

"You are my boyfriend Jackson Whittmore. Not hers. You will take me home." That was her voice, and my heart never felt such relief in it's life.

I rounded the corner of the ambulance and saw her wrapped in a blanket, obviously pissed at Jackson. She looked up and noticed that I was standing there. "Jules?" She got down from the ambulance and walked towards me. I wrapped her up in my arms and held her for a minute.

Jackson looked over at us and he narrowed his eyes at me. He walked up after I released Lydia from my hold and instead of him saying something, he pulled me into a huge hug. "Welcome home Velma!" He has called me that since the first time he met me. I was wearing an orange sweater and I had on my glasses. He said I looked like the girl from Scooby-Doo, and he dubbed me Velma.

"Hey there Golden Boy." I, however, did not have a clever nickname for him.

"Uhh-Hmm." Lydia cleared her throat. "Yeah, little sister here. What the ...holy-hell... are you doing here?" That's right, she didn't know I was coming back.

"I got that grant. So I am back here in Beacon Hills for a year to do my research. Surprise...?" She smacked my arm, but then she smiled at me.

"That's for not telling me you were coming back. But I'm glad you are here." She looked around, behind both of my shoulders. "Where's Mr. McHottie?" Oh. She was talking about Derek. Well, this is awkward.

"I'll tell you when we get back to the house." I remembered her yelling at Jackson before I walked up. "You want to ride back with me?" Jackson looked from me, to Lydia, to this girl standing a little ways away, then to the ground. Lydia saw him stare at the girl, and I could see her blood pressure rising. We were all staring at her, except now she wasn't alone. A boy had walked up and when she turned around, it was clear that she was crying. I don't know what had happened, but it seemed to have really shaken her up.

Lydia turned to me. "Actually, that looked like a nasty break-up. I'm going to go and make sure she is alright. Jackson will give me a ride afterwards." She nodded over at the sheriff, before speaking again. "Plus I think Mr. Stilinski needs to talk to all the parents, and since you are who showed up. You should go talk to him." I really looked at her now. She didn't seem that upset or shaken, but Lydia was the queen at hiding her true emotions. So, I wasn't going to get her story until we were alone.

I looked over at Jackson. "You get her home soon, Golden Boy." He nodded once before leaning in and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Of course. It was good to see you." He and Lydia walked over and the girl wrapped Lydia up. I supposed Lyds was right, it must have been a nasty break up. Poor girl. Before I turned away to go talk to the sheriff, I noticed that Jackson was looking at the girl with more than concern for a friend. Then I took a longer look at the girl. She had to have been new, because Lydia hadn't told me about her. But I'm sure she will now.

I turned to walk over to the sheriff. He looked busy reprimanding a smaller guy with a buzz cut. "Well, I don't know what to tell you Stiles. You'll have to get it to the shop tomorrow." The boy threw his hands up in the air and let my eyes follow to where he was walking. I saw a jeep, or what was left of a jeep. It looked like someone had taken a sledge hammer to hood.

The sheriff turned around and face me then. "Yes, how may I help you Miss...?"

"Martin. I'm Lydia's older sister. What happened?" He let out a breath and put his hand on the back of his neck.

"We had a break in at the school. When we arrived, my son's jeep had been vandalized. It appears that we have a killer.."

"A killer?! Well, do you have suspects in custody? Who is it?" I knew that I was freaking out, but I was a worried older sister. I leave Beacon Hills, come back and apparently there is a killer still at large.

"We have a few leads. One that I will be announcing later tonight. But the important thing is that the kids are all safe. They seem to be a little shaken up, but they are okay." He handed me a card, his card it seemed. "Please feel free to call me if you have any more questions or if Lydia remembers anything else." He gave me a smile of pity for my sister, and I returned the same smile because it couldn't be easy working a case like this.

The boy, Stiles, I think the sheriff called him, was at his jeep. I walked over to take a look at his jeep. It was much worse up close. His head was under the bent hood, looking at something.

"So, what's wrong with it?" He leaned up so quick that he hit his head on the hood.

"Uh...well. I don't have a battery. And I just don't really know what else is wrong. It looks like some wires are ripped and what not." Poor guy, he looked so down.

"I have an extra battery in my car, and fixing cars is kind of my specialty if you want me to take a look at it?" Normally I wouldn't just offer a stranger, let alone a high school kid, my services when it came to mechanical things. But this one reminded me of Bambi. He looked from me back over to the sheriff and then back to me.

"Uh...yeah. Yeah, just let me go tell my dad." He jogged over to the sheriff. Interesting... he's the sheriff's son. No wonder he was near the danger, they always are.

I looked under the hood, and immediately realized that my spare battery would fit. I walked over and pulled my car up next to his jeep. I got out and it was perfect timing because he was coming back.

"I don't even know who are you." I smiled up at him and then seemed to help him relax a little bit. I put my tool box down by the front left tire.

"Julie Martin. I'm Lydia's sister." I watched his eyes bug out a little bit.

"Lydia has a sister?" I looked up at him and smiled again.

"She didn't get her red hair from our mother." He gave me this kind of goofy grin.

"Her hair is red." I looked up at him and gave him a "duh" look and he laughed. "So, you know your way around an engine then?"

I was putting the battery in and I didn't look up at him. "I went to Stanford for mechanical engineering."

"Wow! So you know your way around more than an engine." He sounded impressed.

"Yeah, you could say that." I gestured for him to get in the driver's seat. "Turn the engine." He did as I asked.

It rolled over and purred smoothly. "Haha! I could kiss you!" He got out of the car and did this crazy jump and dance thing. I couldn't hold in my laughter. He dropped to his knees and did a bow. " .Amazing."

"Well, I appreciate the royal treatment. But I can't fix your hood. You'll have to get a brand new one. And these wires will only hold for a few days. I can fix it up for you permanently, you'll just have to get me the parts." A quick fix was the best I could do for the kid right now.

"Alright. I can do that." Now that I had done him a favor, I was hoping that I could get some answers.

"Bring them by the house whenever you get them. It shouldn't take me more than an hour to fix it." He nodded his head vigorously. "Can I ask you something Stiles?" I was wiping my hands off with a rag when he looked up to me again and nodded. "What happened tonight? Who did this to your jeep?" I ran my hands across the hood and saw the claw marks. My heart stopped.

It couldn't be. I looked up at Stiles, and saw that he was struggling at first. A lie was going to come out of his mouth. "We were attacked. It was just me and Scott to begin with, but then Allison, Jackson, and Lydia showed up." Allison must have been that girl. "We barricaded ourselves in the chemistry room. Scott went out to check things out. While he was gone, the police showed up." He kept it all short and simple. I believed what he said, but I also was positive that he hiding something. And from the looks of his jeep, it was a big, hairy, and deadly something.

"Who was it?" I couldn't take my eyes off of the marks. They were just like the marks that Derek showed me...the claw marks of a werewolf. It took me months to really cope with the fact that my boyfriend was a monster. But he proved that he would never hurt anyone. These marks might have been made by a werewolf, but it couldn't be Derek. She had to believe that.

"I honestly don't know." That was the truth. He answered so fast, and he breathed the words out. There was no way that he could have been lying.

"Well, I better get back to Lydia. Lots to catch up on." I was walking back to my car when he stopped me.

"Is she okay?" I turned around and saw that there was real worry on his face. "She just seemed a little shaken up when we were in the classroom. And I know that she is tough, but I saw that she was really...scared." This kid really did care about my sister, interesting since I was pretty sure she paid him no attention.

I gave him a reassuring smile. "She'll be okay. She's strong."

"Yeah. I know. So strong that she doesn't let anyone in." I think he was speaking more to himself than to me. "Can you just let her know that if she wants, or needs to talk...that I'm here." This kid was seriously the most precious thing in the world.

"Of course." I got into my car and drove off.

I was driving down the road, back to my house, and the only thing that was on my mind was Derek. Derek and the first time he ever showed me that he was a werewolf. He didn't really have a choice, I had given him an ultimatum. Either he told me the truth, or I walked away from him. It was a huge risk, because I didn't want to walk away. Fortunately, he didn't either. He brought me out into the middle of the woods, in the middle of no where. He asked me not to freak out. Which is the worst possible thing you can say to someone that you don't want to freak out. He shifted, which is what I learned to call it, into something. Something that was much different than anything I had ever seen. His nails grew out, and his teeth got sharper, longer. He grew sideburns that resembled Wolverine's. That part kind of made me smile. I don't know if I was too shocked to freak out or what it was, but from that day forward I knew that Derek was something to be protected. He told me all about his family, and how he was born that way. It took me months to cope with it all, but I was in it for the long run. I didn't have any plans on walking away from him, but my world shattered when he walked away from me. It has been four months since I've seen him. Four months since there was even a sign of him. Until tonight. Even though I was sure that he would never hurt those kids, including my sister, I was sure that it was something like him that attacked them tonight. A werewolf.

I pulled into my driveway and noticed that my parents were not home. As much as I loved my dad, and I did, he seemed to be deprived of the parenting gene. And our mother, well she, she just was a crazy person. I walked in and found Lydia in the kitchen humming.

"Hey big sis. I made your favorite tea. Now sit down." She gestured to the table and I did as I was told. Lydia might be the younger sister, but she can be scary. "What took you so long?"

"Oh...I was a..fixing your friends car. Stiles. And I was talking to the sheriff." I looked over at her and smiled. "He really has quite the crush on you."

She handed me my cup of tea and looked confused. "The sheriff? Well, that's just not right."

I shook my head at her. "No. Stiles. He said that if you need to talk about what happened to tonight, you can call him." I took a sip of my tea and smiled at her.

"Well, that, won't be happening." She poured her a cup of tea and came joined me.

"You can talk to me." As much as I cared about her and if she was okay. I really wanted to know what happened. What she saw.

"Or you can tell me what you are doing home, without your hottie of a boyfriend." She pursed her lips. Of course she would ask about that. The nice atmosphere that surrounded us just seconds before had disappeared.

I placed my cup down and started tracing the rim of my cup with my finger. "He left me a few months ago."

I looked up at her and she had her eyes a little wide and her mouth shut. A sight rarely seen on Lydia. "What did you just say?" She sounded surprised.

"He took off. Right before the semester started. Said he had some family business to attend to. I haven't heard from him since." I didn't really want to talk about it, and I knew that if I avoided her questions she would just pry more. So, my only option was to answer them with short responses and hope that she would stray away from the topic.

"But from the way you spoke about him...and your stories...and...and..I just can't believe he would up and leave you! What an asshat!" Lydia was my sister, all fiery and headstrong. And I had a feeling that she was about to prove it. "If he ever shows his face around here then I swear I'll..." Her phone started ringing, and I saw the name Allison flash across the screen. She looked up at me, not wanted to ask if she could answer it, but I knew that she wanted to. I nodded for her to answer it.

"Yes?" Her voice was sweet and then her facial features pulled together in a serious way. "What channel?" She stood up quickly and turned the television on. It was the sheriff, giving a press release for what had happened tonight.

I followed her into the living room.

"What has happened tonight is nothing short of horrible act. Five children were trapped the school, being terrorized by who we believe to be the killer of the bus driver. Those kids, that we are choosing to be left anonymous, were capable of barricading themselves inside the school's chemistry classroom. There were very brave and extremely lucky. We have a lead suspect that we are trying to find at this current time. Derek Hale. If any of you see or hear from this man, you need to inform the police department immediately. We don't believe him to be armed, but he is dangerous."

I felt the tea cup slip from my grasp just a moment before I heard it crash. I was staring at the picture of the guy on the T.V.. Derek Hale. My Derek Hale. I was pretty sure my heart had stopped, but I couldn't tell because right now it was beating so fast that I thought it might jump out of my chest.

"Jules? Are you okay?" Lydia had came over to me and was touching my shoulder. "Allison, I'm going to have to call you back." She looked back over at me, and put her hands on either side of my face. "Julie!" Lydia never freaked out, so my face must been really upsetting because she was freaking out right now.

She sat me down and went to clean up the tea cup shards and the left over tea on the floor. "That's Derek." She looked up at me, confused. She probably didn't hear me.

"What was that honey?" She came over to me and knelt down before me.

"That's Derek Lyds. The Derek. My Derek." That's all that I was capable of getting out.

"Holy Hell." I looked back up at the T.v. screen and couldn't take my eyes off of it. He would never hurt anyone. Let alone children. He loved kids, and we've even talked about how he wanted kids someday. I just didn't understand.

Okay, so, that's the first chapter. Please, please, please, let me know what you think? It would be beyond gratefully appreciated. If it was a little bit confusing then I apologize, you can review and ask question or PM me and I'll answer all questions. Much love to you all, and thanks the AlphaGamJen for your ideas!