Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf(otherwise this pairing would be real). My first fan fic, I've always wanted to write one and these two are so awesome I couldn't resist.

Chp. 1 Woof

"This is ridiculous," Stiles said aloud to his room.

He slumped in his chair exasperated and spun around. He looked at his clock, 1:45am it read, he had spent almost four hours doing research online. Just looking at his laptop made his head hurt now, but four nonstop hours with no breaks except for Coke would do that to a kid. Stiles rubbed his eyes. After four hours of researching werewolves he didn't even want to look at a dog. Glancing down at his notebook filled with his notes Stiles thought about everything he found. As with most topics, the internet was filled to the brim with information on the supernatural creatures, how accurate everything was, well that was a serious issue.

'Hey if you put a T in front of issue it becomes tissue,' Stiles thought.

His Adderall was wearing off, he considered taking more but he was already at level of focus rivaling a crack head looking for their next hit. Chuckling at his own joke Stiles turned off his laptop and examined his notes for a second. Some of the facts seemed completely plausible in a world where werewolves existed, while the others ranged from contradicting to just ridiculous. All urban myths and legends were based off some truth, a real event that happened at some point in time that caused the story to be born into existence. As stories were passed from person to person the fear set in upon hearing about things one understandably couldn't comprehend. Exaggeration took hold. The original facts were twisted into something unrecognizable. Stiles knew all of this, it was just a matter of gleaming out what of which he found had kept their integrity over the centuries.

"This would be so much easier if I had help," Stiles mumbled to himself.

He knew where he could get it, it was just a route he didn't want to travel. That was a problem for the morning though, eyes heavy Stiles decided he had lost enough sleep over his best friend's problems. Making his way to bed he was so tired he didn't even notice the figure standing across the street as he went to close his window.

*RIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!*

"Oh man I failed another test!" Scott groaned sliding down in his chair. Stiles peaked over his friend's shoulder, eyes going wide as he looked at the low score.

"What am I gonna do? This is the third one this week. I'm failing nearly all my classes, at this rate I'll get kicked off the team, my mom's going to kill me," Scott went on.

"I wonder what shampoo Lydia uses, maybe it's like Garnier, or Tresemme. Mmm I bet she goes with a deep conditioner pack." Stiles said.

"What? Focus! How am I gonna fix this man?" Scott shot over his shoulder. Normally he was used to his friend's A.D.D fueled mouth spurts, but now was not the time.

"Huh? Oh yea that. Well for starters maybe when you hangout with Allison you could actually 'study' instead of making out then running away when your hormones almost kill her. Or you could ask Jackson to tutor you, he seems to have no problem juggling the whole sports/school thing. Maybe, stay with me here, maybe you could turn your training pow wows with Derek into a study group, he seems pretty smart. Either way you look at it Scotty you've got options. " Stiles smirked.

"Very funny," he best friend growled. He was doomed.

"Well I-"

"MR. STILINSKI! If you don't stop interrupting my class I will throw a beaker of chloric acid at your head." Mr. Harris said darkly. Stiles and Scott both looked down at their desk.

School was out and the halls were filled with teenagers trying make their way out to the parking lot to run wild. Stiles slung his backpack over his shoulder, hurriedly making his way outside.

"Hey where are you going?" Scott shouted after him.

"I gotta thing, gotta go!," Stiles threw over his shoulder still walking.

"Wait, what about practice? You can't just leave me here, Jackson and those other meatheads are definitely gonna be gunning for me. What if I lose control? I need you to back me up!"

Stiles turned around and walked up to his friend looking him in the eye.

"…..."

"…..."

"…..."

"Sti-"

"Don'tkillanyonegottagobye!" and Stiles walked off towards his Jeep.

"That dick!" Scott made his way down the hall to practice.

It was about a twenty minute drive to where he was headed. Stiles decided to use the time mentally preparing himself. Where he was going he definitely didn't want to be caught off guard. Bringing his Jeep to a stop he looked ahead at his destination, Derek Hale's house. Stiles got out the SUV and walked up to the burnt shamble in front of him.

"Hello?" he called out.

Derek has super sensitive wolf hearing right? He should know he was here. 'Maybe I should've brought Beggin Strips,' Stiles thought to himself as he looked around and saw no sign of Derek. Pushing his nervousness aside he walked up the stairs of the porch, making his way through the front door. Derek's house had always creeped him out. The charred remains gave it a feeling of desolation that on some level, not reserved for hating Derek, saddened him to his core. How could the other boy live here, where did he sleep, poop for christ sakes?

"He should rent this place out on Halloween," Stiles thought aloud.

"It'd be better than that house in Michael Jackson's - Ghost," came a voice from behind.

Stiles spun around in shock. There, at the top of the stairs, stood Derek Hale with a small smile on his face and what almost looked like a happy look in his eyes. Wait, did he just say Derek and happy? Derek's expression shifted to its normal visage, almost as if he remembered where, no, who he was, and leapt from the top of the stairs.

"Why are you here?" Derek growled out.

'Well that was short lived,' Stiles sighed in his head.

"Do you know any other expressions besides dark teen angst? I mean it's like watching an entire season of Degrassi play out on your face".

Derek's eyebrows shot up. "I'm about two seconds from tearing off your face. Answer me. Why are you here Stiles? You and Scott decide to frame me for more murders?"

He stalked towards the younger boy.

"Heel! I didn't say that. Maybe I did. Ok focus." Stiles was getting frantic.

The werewolf watched in wonderment as the boy in front of him simultaneously had a conversation with him and himself.

"I was doing some weresearch last night and I found a lot of interesting stuff, but I need to know what's true or not. Normally I'd be perfectly fine on my own but since this falls into the mythical creatures category, well formerly mythical creatures, I need your expertise," Stiles told him.

Derek pondered over what he just heard, shouldn't Scott be here? Shouldn't he be the one staying up all night researching his gift, instead of doing who knows what? Stiles was an admirable friend to go through all this trouble for the young wolf. Even to come here, the burned down house of dark mysterious Derek Hale, was either brave or stupid. Sure they had their interactions, but they weren't exactly the friendliest, mostly thanks to his own gruff attitude.

There was a long silence, Derek was just staring at him with his usual intense look, the one that was right around the corner from angry man-wolf fangs in his face. Stiles was starting to grow uneasy under the scrutiny. Coming here might not have been his best idea of the month. He needed to get things moving again.

"I mean if that's ok with you," Stiles said meekly.

Derek snapped out of his thoughts.

"Fine, as long as it's nothing extra stupid." He turned and walked into a room off from the staircase and sat in a chair.

Stiles followed, sitting on the couch and pulling his notebook out his backpack. "Ok so what first? Umm, I know, this one! Can werewolves control other animals?" Stiles asked.

"To a point. We can exert dominance over them, we're predators after all." Derek answered.

"Kind of like how the Alpha can control Scott, he's top dog, wolf, huh, ok. Next, does silver hurt you guys? Cause I saw this lovely necklace at Tiffa-"

"NOT like you think," Derek cut him off before his rant gained momentum, "It doesn't burn our skin or anything, in fact it actually helps us in a way. Silver dulls our senses, subdues the inner wolf. If Scott got mad at your inability to shut the hell up for instance and started to shift, ready to rip your throat out, if he were wearing something like a silver bracelet he could focus on it, and it would help him stop his shift, not killing you. Our blood though has an allergic reaction to silver, and a wound or cut made by the stuff hurts three times more then it should."

"Kind of like bleach, it makes you look cool on the outside but not so great for the inside, noted. Ok, can you guys control your victims with pheromones, to like lure them in or something?"

"No, but we can smell them at times."

"Like you'd need pheromones to get a chick into all that Hale." Derek stared him down, he didn't notice the small smile on his lips.

"Umm moving, on, I thought this one was weird but cute." Derek groaned at the mention of the word 'cute'.

"Can you be turned into a werewolf if you're bitten by a wolf pup on a full moon?"

"What? No! That's a stupid question. What did I say about stupid questions?" Derek was leaning forward in his chair.

"So what you don't like puppies?" Stiles questioned back.

"I never said that, I just said that was a stupid question."

"Puppy hater!"

"I never sa-"

"Honestly who hates puppies?"

"Get out!" Derek jumped to his feet.

"But I still have more questions!" Stiles was trying to figure out how to save the situation.

"Too bad, we're done here. Now go." Unsavable.

Stiles clutched his backpack and notebook and hurriedly made his way out the door, Derek pushing him out. Reaching for the car handle Stiles face lit up with a new thought. "Derek one more question."

Derek raised an eyebrow, expectant.

"When you cum on a chick do you say 'I make it Hale!'?"

"GO!" Derek bellowed.

Stiles jumped in his car and drove away as fast as he could. Once the Jeep was out of sight Derek let out a breath of laughter, thinking over everything the other boy had said while he was there. He had enjoyed the visit far more than he was able to let on. Stiles was definitely something else and he knew he'd see him again soon. Having taken care of everything he needed to take care of at the home before Stiles came, he no longer had a reason to stay. He could go follow leads on the Alpha.

"No one hates puppies Stiles," Derek said to himself, and headed into the woods.

The first chapter of my 1st Fan Fic. More to come. Hope you guys liked! Review and let me know what you think.