Author's Note: I apologize in advance for any and all grammatical errors, I don't have a beta so I miss a lot of stuff, also this is my first Teen Wolf fic, so please be nice, constructive criticism is welcome. This is inspired by the chorus of Lee Dewyze 's song "Sweet Serendipity":

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Somethings watching over me

Like Sweet Serendipity


Sweet Serendipity

Or the 5 times Derek protects Stiles, and the one time Stiles protects Derek.

Summer was relatively normal, in comparison to the end of their school year in which the pack was fighting against hunters and the mysterious Kanima, who turned out to be Jackson.

After Jackson became a wolf and learned how to control himself, he left to London to escape the supernatural for a bit, which is difficult considering he is supernatural.

Lydia was heartbroken, but understood his need to escape, although she did miss his company; which is how she found herself becoming friends with Stiles, his never ending ramblings was a great distraction and made the sadness go away, even if it was for a little bit.

Stiles was glad Lydia took comfort in his presence, and even if she didn't like him romantically he was glad to have finally formed a relationship with her. It was nice having someone around to talk to, since Scott was always busy with Allison, or doing homework for his summer school classes. Not that he can be mad at him for trying to do better in school, he just missed his bro every once in awhile, but Lydia was good company, she'd let him ramble on, about whatever what was on his mind and even put up a good arguement when she was up for discussion, which was quite often. It was fun pointing out the flaws in his reasoning, in a non-douche bag way of course.

Stiles was happy with life with his new found friendship with Lydia, no school work, or issues with hunters after a truce was formed, he was even considered pack after the whole Kanima fiasco.

It'snice, he thought as he set his phone on his nightstand and pulled down the blankets so he can lay down. As his head hit the pillow, his phone began vibrating, oh my gosh who is texting me right now, it's freakin'..oh it's only 10:30, he took a calming breath as he sat up to get his phone, he really wanted to sleep.

His fingers traced the pattern for his lock screen, revealing a new text from Derek; which was weird because Derek wasn't one to text much, or talk for that matter. Pack meeting tomorrow, at 2.

His brows creased in confusion, why would there be a pack meeting? Is there a new threat? Worry overcame him, followed by slight fear, what happened? Stiles replied quickly. Pack meeting tomorrow, at 2, was his response only response. "Are you serious? Ugh whatever I shouldn't expect a real response anyways" Stiles grumbled as he laid down again, finally shutting his eyes.

The next day Stiles awoke half past noon, he showered and got dressed before heading downstairs to make a poptart and look for his keys.

Heading out the door he shot Scott a quick text asking if he needed a ride. Yeah, and Isaac too? He stayed the night. Rolling his eyes, Stiles shut the door to his jeep, of course Scott would have time for Isaac and not him.

As he pulled up to Scott's house, the boys were passing a football back and forth stopping when they heard the jeep coming to a halt

"Hey Stiles!" Scott and Isaac said simultaneously bring a smile to Stiles' face.

"Hey, so what do you think this meeting's about?"

"I don't know," Scott answered truthfully.

"Derek's not much of a texter..or a talker for that matter," Isaac commented, causing the other boys to chuckle.

When they pulled up to Hale house, there were three cars out front; Derek's, Lydia's and a porsche?

A porsche? The only person they knew who drove a porsche was Jackson.

Stiles, Scott and Isaac exchanged a confused look.

"Is that.."

"Yup."

"Perfect!" Stiles replied sarcastically, as he and the others exited the vehicle making their way to the house.

When they entered the rest of the pack was already there, scattered in a semi-circle facing Derek, who had his Uncle off to his side. On the love seat sat Jackson and Lydia, who were the first to make eye contact with the trio, Lydia looked up with a warm smile and happiness in her ways, while Jackson looked content with Lydia in his arms, upon seeing Stiles his peaceful features quickly turned into a glare. Scott turned towards Stiles with a raised eyebrow, what the hell, to which Stiles merely shrugged flabbergasted by the pair of angry eyes on him.

The boys managed to squeeze on the couch with Boyd and Erica, looking towards Derek prompting him to begin the meeting.

Derek looked between Jackson and Stiles with a questioning glance, how can they be upset with each other so soon, Jackson just got here yesterday. Rubbing the bridge of his nose and pacing a few steps towards his Uncle he began:

"As you can see, Jackson has returned. He is pack, and you are to treat him as such" he said making eye contact with everybody.

"Uh, why is he back?" Scott questioned earning a glare from Jackson and a snicker from the rest of the pack.

"He was too far from his mate," Peter answered matter-of-factly, causing the rest of the pack to turn towards the couple with a look of understanding. Jackson shifted uncomfortably, wrapping his arm around Lydia tighter.

"So today we will have training to work on our dynamics, and later we'll have pack "bonding" time or whatever you call it," Derek grumbled, causing the teens to shift their attention. Stiles thought of the whole "pack bonding" idea, making it a tradition to order food and hang out after their training sessions.

"Well?" Derek mumbled in exasperation hand returning to the bridge of his nose, causing the teens to scramble to their feet and begin walking out.

"Start with a jog, I need to talk to Peter first" Derek said earning various agreements from the teens as they headed out.

Peter sat facing Derek, one eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. Derek sighed and collapsed in the chair beside his uncle causing a small chuckle to escape. "You're gunna have your hands full with that one."

Derek groaned as he sat up, "tell me about it."

"Patience nephew, he'll learn his place."

"He better," was the grumbled response as Derek began walking to the back door.

Door opened just a crack, and he can already hear the distressed yell of Lydia, "Get off of him!" Swinging the door open, and storming out Derek saw his beta crouching over Stiles who looked scared shitless.

"Get off him now!" Derek growled, shifting into his werewolf form. Jackson turned and growled and the approaching threat and lunged toward Derek. Growling and nipping at a wimpering Jackson, Derek finally conveyed that he is not be messed with.

Morphing back to their true selves, Derek shoved Jackson back causing the smaller man to stumble to the floor, "what the hell was that about?" He all but growled putting himself protectively between Jackson and Stiles, who was dusting himself off.

"He had her scent all over him!"

"Oh! And I'm not allowed to have friends Jackson?" Lydia said, crossing her arms.

"That's not what I meant! It's just you don't expect to come home and find the guy who's been crushing on your girl for years to be all buddy-buddy with her!"

"We're just friends dude, nothing more" Stiles reassured.

"It better not be nothing more," Jackson mumbled as he turned around, earning a glare from Lydia.

As the couple walked away to continue their bickering in privacy, Derek turned to Stiles who's heart beat was evening out even though traces of fear still laced his scent.

"You okay?"

Stiles nodded, eyes wide in shock, is that concern he sees on the alpha's face?

" 'M fine," he mumbled.

Nodding, his head Derek turned towards Jackson demanding he apologizes, and it'll never happen again.

Begrudgingly, Jackson made his way back to a fidgeting Stiles. "Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you. Lydia explained everything, I get it, I mean everyone needs a gay best friend, as a matter of fact I should call Danny right now." Jackson said walking away, phone in hand.

"Gay? They think I'm gay? That's just great!" Stiles remarked as he paced back and forth across the lawn.

"Just be thankful you're not dead..yet" Peter said ominously as he exited the house, upset he missed all the teenage drama. Patting Stiles on the shoulder, watching the pack train Peter confided, "I got a feeling things are going change."

Looking up with a face of horror, and confusion Stiles looked over Peter's face detecting no bullshit, great everything will only go downhill from here, perfect way to end summer.