Stiles hated witches so much right now. He stalked his way through the leaves of the forest by the Hale house. The pack was searching for a witch that has been causing chaos in Beacon Hills. Bodies were going missing, and getting found two days later. The weird thing about the bodies that were found were that they were purple. Stiles was dumb founded, and freaked out. Bodies were not suppose to be purple. They knew from then that they need to stop this witch from causing anymore trouble.

"Shit!" Stiles quickly shouted in a hushed tone as he tripped over a branch or his own feet, he doesn't even know. He walked up toward the burnt house where all the others were probably in. He was told to stay in his Jeep but does Stiles ever listen? No, of course not. Stiles walked up to the house to peer into the window to see Isaac, Scott, Allison, Jackson and Derek surrounding the witch. Stiles knew if he went in there now, Derek would have his head so he just stayed put with his baseball bat.

The witch looked like a normal person to Stiles which shocked him a little. No green skin, no warts, or even a flying broom! The witch was six foot tall, pale pasty skin, long out of control blonde hair and a smirk for a smile. Stiles couldn't hear that much from the thick glass that the house seemed to have. He heard the witch chant something as the pack went ridged. Her voice was the next thing he actually heard, and she was staring right at Derek. "Derek Hale, you have been alone for sometime now. You won't be lonely anymore."

Stiles blinked as fast as she disappeared. Stiles fumbled to his feet, and ran into the house where everyone was just staring at the space where the witch was, Scott was the one who turned his head to Stiles, shaking his head and looking defeated. Isaac was the first one to speak up from the group. "What did she mean by that?"

"I think that most important question is what was she chanting before she looked at Derek. By the looks of it, it looked like she was chanting a spell." Allison looked around the group. All of them were now in a circle, looking at everyone. Stiles scratched his head, not knowing what to say. Derek was just staring off into space Allison spoke once again. "Do you know what she meant by that, Derek?"

"No, I don't. It seems to me if she were to put a spell on me, wouldn't it of worked by now?" Derek shrugged as he bit his lip. Which Stiles thought was hella hot but shook off as he needed to focus.

"Why do you think she targeted you and how do you know she put a spell on just you?" Scott was clueless, and oblivious. Stiles rolled his eyes as they all looked at Derek for the answer. Derek just rolled his eyes at his pack before explain. "She was looking at me then said what she said, and I don't know. Maybe we crossed paths before I don't remember."

Everyone just nodded before Derek dismissed them off. Stiles nodded saying goodbye to the rest of the pack. He walked through the woods when he started to feel sick but dismissed it as something he ate earlier. He got into his Jeep, and left to get some sleep for the night.

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Stiles woke up the next morning feeling better then ever. Which was weird since he always felt tired and worn out most of the time. He lifted himself up from his bed to noticed his body got bulky and more lengthy at the torso. He almost screamed as he went to rub his eyes with his hand that seemed to got bigger also. He blinked a little to see he wasn't in his bedroom but in some strangers. Stiles started to break heavily, and started to think that things that go wrong went wrong.

Was he kidnapped? Was he being held hostage? Questions that went through his brain a million times. He slowly got up just to freak out again. His legs were not his legs. They were hairy with black hair. Not only they were hairy, they were like sculpted and with muscles. How did he manage to get legs like this overnight? This was not possible. Stiles got up from the bed to see he was taller than usual.

Stiles rushed to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom he was in. When Stiles looked in the mirror, he knew he was going to be dead by the end of the night. The reflection he saw in the mirror wasn't his pale, smooth, unshaven face. It was stubbly, much older looking face. It was Derek Hale's face.

He was in Derek Hale's body. He was screwed.

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Derek felt off as he woke up, he felt tired, beat down and weak. He groaned before he snapped his eyes open. He did not sound like that at all. He sat up to see his arms has become lanky, unstable and the color looked like it was drained by a vampire. He looked around to see he was in Stiles room. What the hell is he doing in Stiles room? He remembered he slept in his own bed last night.

Derek rubbed his hands over his face to find that he had no stubble whatsoever. What the hell happened to him? He saw a mirror on the wall by Stiles room door. He got up the fast as he could to see himself in the mirror. He noticed he moved slower than he usually would. Derek gulped as he stepped in front of the mirror. "What the fuck?"

He was obviously dreaming or something. This was not possible, and he couldn't think of any reason why he would be in a seventeen year old ADHD kid's body. Especially Stiles body. Derek's eyes widened, if he was in Stiles body.. Was Stiles in his body? Oh god, Derek was surely living a nightmare for a life. He groaned before looking down what Stiles put on last night. A grey shirt with sweats. Derek looked around his closet for clothes to wear to meet with the pack.

After he was done, Derek got out Stiles phone to check the messages to see that Stiles indeed messaged him.

From: Sourwolf

dude we r screwed pls dont kill me (ps my password is 'thankgodimnotawerewolf')

Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles password but punched it in to reply to Stiles.

To: Sourwolf

Stiles, I will assure you I will not kill you unless you do bodily harm to my body. Which seems not likely since you like to use to flight then fight. Message the pack to meet at the train station. Thanks. DON'T DO ANYTHING WEIRD. - Derek

Derek sent out the message that hopefully Stiles wouldn't do anything to his body or even make a fool out of Derek. That's the last thing he has to hear around the small town is how Derek got ADHD problems. Derek sighed before snatching Stiles keys to his Jeep, and headed out to the train station.