Authors Note: This is an A/U story, but it also follows the show. There are SPOILERS in this for Season 1 and 2. If you haven't watched then please don't read this yet. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or anything that Mr. Jeff Davis came up with. I only own my characters and my ideas.

Men Can Be So Frustrating

Chapter 1

Derek Hale is a non-listening, non-cooperative, mean, rude, violent, hateful, asshole-ish brute! He is constantly threatening to kill people simply because he has no patience, and, well, he can. Upon first meeting him, you would be willing to bet your life that he doesn't have a single nice bone in his body. Derek hardly ever raises his voice. That's because he doesn't need to. He's scary enough without yelling. All he has to do is give you that "Derek Glare" and say something along the lines of ripping your throat out in his deep voice, and your heart rate is through the roof. No one in town is stupid enough to mess with Derek. He doesn't exactly have a good reputation, or people skills, as you can already tell by my description of him. Don't get me wrong. Derek is gorgeous! About six feet tall, very muscular, dark brown spiked hair, and intoxicating green eyes paired with stylish jeans, fitted shirts, and a leather jacket can make any guy look smoking hot. However, that doesn't mean girls are lining up around the block to date him! So now is the part where you ask, "Who would be stupid enough to date that guy?!" Derek lives in the house where his family was all burned to death, and it isn't even fixed up which just adds to his creepy demeanor. The place still has burned furniture, ashes, and dust all over place. Oh, you wanted the answer to that question? Sorry, I thought it was rhetorical. That stupid girl is, yeah you guessed it, me!

Oh I know, don't even start with me. My parents are probably rolling over in their grave at my decision to date him and stay with him. In the beginning of our relationship, we constantly argued. I cried on more than a few occasions, and I just wasn't getting what I wanted from him. Before Derek, I had the idea of some prince charming like all the fairy tales write about, but they write songs about that kind of ignorance. Don't believe me? Try this on for size.

"If 'Happy Ever Afters' did exist

I would still be holding you like this.

All those fairy tales are full of shit.

One more fucking love song I'll be sick." - Maroon 5, Payphone

I think that says enough, and I don't think I need to tell you that Derek Hale is no prince charming. Me, being the wise girl I am, broke up with him on a hunt for someone better, for my prince charming. Someone forgot to mention to me that he doesn't exist because it wasn't long before I realized Derek Hale was all I wanted. He may be an asshole, but he is also misunderstood. It took three other boyfriends, two dates, and being cheated on seven times to figure out that Derek was my "prince charming". Oh yes, I said seven times. That was no mistake. Those three boyfriends after Derek all cheated on me several times before I found out. You would think in a small town word would travel fast, and it did, just not to me! I was with Derek Hale for six months before we broke up, and he didn't cheat on me once. I'm with a guy for a month, and he has already had sex with two other girls. It is sickening.

So, after having my epiphany about Derek, I went to go see him.

*Flashback* I knock on his front door, knowing full well he wouldn't answer the door, before I entered. I stood just inside the door and scanned the rooms. "Derek?" No answer. "I know you can hear me. You can't ignore me like that." Echo, echo. "Derek please? I just want to talk." Floor boards creek. "Derek! Goddamn it! I'm sorry okay! I was wrong! Wipe that stupid smirk off your face too because I know you are!" I was now yelling, but my voice quickly falls again. "I didn't understand then, Derek. I understand now. I didn't throw away what we had on purpose. I just didn't understand. I-I couldn't decipher what you meant when you said things or did things. All I knew then was that it wasn't that fantasy I grew up hoping for. It took me losing you to realize that you loved me, Derek." My voice was now growing weaker, but I knew he could still hear me if he strained his ears. "I understand if you don't love me anymore, but I want you to know something. I want you to know that I-I… still love you." I let out a huge sigh before I turned around and twisted the door knob.

"Jazz." Derek appeared from the shadows walking slowly towards me. He had that normal cold, emotionless face, but his eyes told a different story. They always did with me, but I was always too stupid to look past his hard features and really look at him. "Apology accepted." His facial features never changed, but I couldn't help but smile. I threw my arms around his neck, and he lightly placed his arms around my waist. I cried, but Derek didn't miss a beat. He held strong to his stony face.

That really was the beginning of our second try, and after two years, we are better than ever. I can even get a small smile out of him! It is a miracle. The only emotion Derek ever shows on his face is anger so, a smile is epic.

Anyways, I thought things were difficult before Derek became Alpha. You know, with being arrested, chased by the police, shot in the arm, the previous Alpha's claws in the back, being tortured by his psycho ex-girlfriend Kate, dealing with Scott and Allison, tracking the previous Alpha, avoiding the Argents, and, well you get my point. We had a crazy year. Yes, I said Alpha. Wh-? Oh, I forgot to tell you. Derek Hale was born a werewolf, and recently killed the Alpha to take his position. Yeah, it's pretty complicated, but no worries. You will catch up in no time. Ha-Ha! I can still remember the day Stiles came over whining about what Derek did.

*Flashback* "Jazzlyn! Derek is such a jerk! Do you see this bump? He slammed my head on my steering wheel. Hard!" Stiles whining voice and hand gestures only forced me to laugh.

I cleared my throat and tried to pull myself together before I said, "Now, why would Derek do such a thing, Stiles?"

"He is just…"

"One word, Stiles, and I will kill you this time." Derek interrupted with a harsh tone and a pointing of his finger.

"Derek. Relax. I just want the story." I placed my hands on his pecks and smiled sweetly up to him. "Please." Derek rolled his eyes which was his way of saying 'fine.'

"I brought over a friend to trace a text, right? Well, this guy is… well, gay. He mentioned Derek had blood on his shirt, so I told him to change into one of my shirts. Once Derek's shirt was off, that guy was a goner. So, I used that to get us what we wanted. Derek just didn't like being eye candy for another guy! You homo-phob! Anyways, later, he grabs the back of my head and slams it into my steering wheel. And he is all like, 'You know what that was for! Go! Goo!'" Stiles did his best impersonation of Derek and I have to admit it was hilarious!

Sorry, I got off track. Back to me and Derek. Now that Derek is Alpha, he is always busy working with Scott, and now there is a new kid named Isaac. I particularly like to watch Isaac and Derek train together though.

Let me explain why. All werewolves are afraid of two things, the Alpha and werewolf hunters. However, the Alpha isn't afraid of anything, right? Wrong. There is only one thing in this whole world that strikes true fear into an Alpha. Women, specifically his. Crazy, right? However, do not underestimate the power a woman has over a man, even if he is the strongest, most powerful werewolf in the world.

That is why I love to watch Isaac. He is terrified of Derek. Isaac will cower when Derek has a huge bitch-fit, flashes his sharp teeth and claws, and glares with his red eyes. It just amazes me how afraid Isaac is of Derek. I've never been afraid of Derek.

Oh, speaking of the devil himself, here he comes. I can hear his solid black Camaro's tires pulling up in the gravel driveway. Five, four, three, two, door slams. Right on cue. I walk out of the kitchen to greet him, but I'm not greeted with his normal, emotionless self. "Jazz…" Derek huffs out before he nearly loses balance. I drape his arm around me, and drag him to the cushion less couch.

"Derek, baby, what happened? What do you want me to do?" I'm looking for obvious signs of injury, but I can't find it. He is seriously beginning to worry me. Derek is now wiggling out of his favorite tight, leather jacket which he wouldn't ruin for the life of him, and all I can do is watch. He is favoring his left arm, but I still can't tell why. Using his right hand, Derek rips off his shirt. That's when it hits me. "Derek! How the hell…"

"Jazzlyn!" Derek yells as he finishes pulling off his shirt. I know it is serious when Derek shouts like that. I can tell that his shoulder is out of its socket and his arm is bleeding from a cut about two inches long, but I don't understand why his arm is purple and the veins are sticking out. "Arrow. Stuck. Inside. Poison. Hurry." I rush out of the room to grab my emergency surgical kit from the bathroom without another word. I knelt down in front of him, and he pointed to where the arrow was lodged in his shoulder as if it wasn't obvious. Taking my scalpel, I make the cut larger and go to work. There is a mixture of blood and black goo gushing out of the wound, he is vomiting this black goop, and I can't seem to work fast enough to his satisfaction.

After what seemed like hours, I finally retrieved the arrow, remedied the poison, and popped his shoulder back into place. Derek passed out halfway through the procedure which was probably for the best, and now I get to sit here watching him fight to stay alive. "Please don't be too late. Please." I whisper to Derek as I watch his shallow breathing become weaker. "Please, Derek. I love you, and I swear if you die, I'm going to kill you! Damn it, Derek! Wake the hell up!" I slap him hard across the face and fixing to go for a second, but he catches my hand. Tears start streaming down my face, and I throw myself at him. "Thank heavens!"

"Ow! That kind of hurts!" Derek is always so cruel. He thinks he can almost die on me, and then whine about how I'm hurting him? Some men, I swear!

"Forgive me for being happy you're alive!" is followed by a rough kiss to his lips. I can feel Derek's lips pull into a small smirk before he kisses me back. Our moment is short lived. He must leave again. "Derek! Wait! Aren't you going to tell me what the hell happened to you?" Ignored. Again. Sometimes, I just want to rip his trachea right out of him! Just another day in paradise as far as I'm concerned. Now that my duties as a fiancé are done, it is time to go to work. The veterinarian clinic is calling for their technician.