1. It was about two weeks after the whole running Jackson's lizard ass over with his jeep thing and while you would think-and hope-that things would have calmed down a little in town, of course they hadn't.

Oh no. That would be too easy.

See finals were coming up and instead of being at home cramming whatever he could about biology into his brain, he was at Deaton's, looking through the bestiary for away to ward off the fae that were trying to take over Beacon Hills territory.

Yeah, you heard him. Faires.

Derek had done something to piss them off when they were simply passing through.

Stiles would bet his jeep that the sourwolf had pounced first and then asked questions later.

He could practically hear the wolf saying "This is my territory. I am the Alpha! Leave now or I'll rip your throat out."

Or something along those lines because let's face it, the guy had zero social skills.

If only the guy would learn to smile maybe they wouldn't have cursed him so that he was in his beta form all the time as a declaration of war.

Oh, don't worry about that. Stiles had gotten a nice little wake up call at four in the morning and had been forced to research unitl they found a spell to fix it. They had, and Derek was back to his normal 'human' scowly faced self, barking orders at Stiles to find away to get rid of the fairies.

And that's what he had been doing for the last three days, hauled up in Deaton's clinic-and don't think that didn't raise some eyebrows, mainly from his father-who he had to lie to yet again.

Needless to say Stiles was very tired.

So with very little sleep and the impending academic failure on horizon Stiles came up with a truly brilliant plan.

"Okay so how bad could fae rule be? Because right now the words are blending together on this page and sacrificing Derek to them is looking better and better." Stiles asked looking over at Scott.

"Dude, what is with you and always wanting to sacrificing people?" Scott asked looking up from his phone. Which was not what he was supposed to be doing. He was supposed to be doing research to instead of making puppy eyes at his screen.

Frowning, Stiles reached over and grabbed the phone out of Scott's had, in a truly impressive move against a werewolf.

"Dude, come on!" Scott complained grabbing it back.

"First off Scott, you are supposed to be helping," Stiles waved his hand toward the pile of books on the table, "Second, I do not...always..want to sacrifice people. Just assholes. Like Jackson and Derek. And really Scott, do they even count as people, there should be like a limit for how much assholory one person can demonstrate before their person card is revoked!" he exclaimed.

"Stiles, if that were a rule your card would be revoked," Scott told him, very unsympathetic to the squawk of protest Stiles gave, then continued," and besides I thought you and Derek were getting along."

Stiles flails a little at that.

"Uh rude, and yeah sure, me and sourwolf have been getting along great if you consider him getting in my face about every little thing, pushing me up against walls, and threatening me getting along!" He gestured at his body as if to prove a point.

Because what he and Derek did could not be counted as getting along. The Greeks and Trojans got on better than them and we all know how that ended.

Scott frowned at him, his head slightly cocked-and don't think Stiles didn't want to make a dog joke, but he and Scott were buds and he wouldn't do that...after last time.

Stiles was jolted from the horrifying memory by Scott leaning in and sniff at his neck.

Jerking in surprised, his flailing set his stool off balance, and sent him crashing to the floor with what was a very manly screech.

"What the hell Scott?! We've talked about this! We do not sniff the human. The human is not to be sniffed!" Stiles exclaimed standing up and glaring at his amused best friend.

Scott raised an eyebrow at him before shrugging.

"Dude I don't need to sniff you to smell Derek all over you."

"What?" Stiles gaped.

Rolling his eyes Scott explained.

"Ever since that night at the pool you've slowly started to smell more and more of Derek. I figured it's because you guys have been getting along better and started hanging out." He shrugged.

"Scott, I haven't been spending anymore time with him than you have."

The werewolf looked skeptical.

"Are you sure? Because you smell like you've been swimming in his scent, if you know what I mean."

"No, Scott, no I don't 'know what you mean.'" Stiles said exasperated.

Scott looked at him like he was an idiot and man did it feel weird to be on the opposite end of that stare.

"Scent marking, Stiles. I meant he's scent marking you."

Stiles stared at him blankly.

"...No."

"Dude, I might not have researched everything werewolf like you did but I know scent marking when I smell it. I used to do it to Allison."

"Why would Derek-who hates me by the way-be scent marking me?"

"I don't know, you're part of the pack now, maybe that has something to do with it."

"Does he scent mark you?" Stiles asked.

Scott didn't pause before he shook his head.

"Maybe it's a human in the pack thing." He suggests.

"Well does Lydia smell like him then?"

The werewolf thought for a minute before shaking his head again.

"No she only ever smells like Jackson."

"Then it's not a human thing."

"I don't know what to tell you, man"

"How about why an alpha is scent marking me, Scott!"

"I don't know! The only people I've smelt that have been scent marked are-" Scott cut off, eyes wide, before a disturbed but amused look settled on his face.

"You know what man, I think it's probably totally unintentional, just his wolf reacting to a pack mate not smelling like pack." Scott said, smirking.

The human wasn't so convinced.

"Then why only me, you can't smell like pack. You've only been in the pack for a couple of weeks."

The werewolf grinned at his best friend.

"You're you, man. You're special." With that Scott got up and left mentioning something about Allison.

"Scott!? What do you mean by that?! Scott!"