So, first Teen Wolf Fic. No beta, it's 2 am, and I'm tired. But I HAD to write this after seeing next weeks promo.

Disclaimer: Jeff Davis owns all the wonderful characters, I only play with them sometimes if he lets me.

Enjoy! :)

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Laughter floods the forest area, the beautiful, light hearted chime ringing throughout the dense trees surrounding them. Birds seem to cheer back in response before flying off to find a quieter place. The sound of pounding footsteps quickly follows.

"Come on, Derek! I know you can do better than that!" Stiles throws over his shoulder as he runs.

Derek shakes his head slightly as Stiles speeds up. Stiles was supposed to be doing a track exercise, but then again, things don't always work out the way they were planned. After spotting Derek, Stiles had quickly and inconspicuously separated himself from the rest of the group, not even Scott noticing his disappearance. They were probably wondering where he is.

Oh, well.

"What are you? 80? Come on!" Another taunt.

With a chuckle, Derek quickens his pace and lengthens his strides, quickly closing the distance between them. He almost has him, he can almost grab him. Derek stretches out one leather-clad arm but his fingertips merely touch Stiles' shoulder before the human is pulling a sharp right turn, laughing as Derek stands there with a confused expression.

"You're not giving up me now, are you?" Stiles is grinning, "cause I gotta say, dude, that'd be pretty pathetic. I'm only human, right?" he jests.

Derek's mouth curls into a determined smirk and he bares his teeth as he rushes forward once more. Stiles is only human and he's running out of breath quite quickly, but Derek, Derek is a werewolf. Derek could run for days without tiring. Stiles seems to realize this and makes another abortive move to avoid Derek's outstretched hands.

But this time, Derek was expecting it.

So with one quick turn of his left foot, Derek changes his angle and is springing up from his spot behind Stiles, tackling him to the ground (all while making sure he doesn't hurt him, of course.)

There are leaves in Stiles' hair and Derek's pretty sure there's a stick digging into his knee, but that doesn't seem to bother either of them. Stiles throws his head back as much as he can from under the werewolf, baring his throat to Derek and letting out a loud bellow of laughter. Their gazes meet and Stiles' chocolate brown eyes are practically beaming when he whispers,

"You got me."

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