Hello peoples! I have started a teen wolf story as you can see. This is my first ever Teen wolf fic, and I hope it will be a lot of fun. I remembered from watching the Comic con panel that Dylan said he'd like to play Derek, and Tyler H. said he'd like to play Stiles. I was inspired by that to write this story. It takes place in season one. Well, here it goes! (Please don't be strangers, reviews are welcome!)

Chapter One: Lightning

I was not happy, which isn't really that unusual nowadays. Once my best friend had been turned into a werewolf all hell broke loose. And since I knew everything, it was like life was throwing every curve ball it had at me. Werewolves, werewolf hunters, wolf's bane, dead bodies, nightly hunts, Alphas, Betas… And it just kept getting better and better.

I sighed and glanced at the clock on my dash before turning off the jeep. It was past two in the morning. Any normal kid with half a bit of sense would be at home trying to get some sleep or cram before the big chem test. Not me, nope, I was all action these days.

There was a six pack of energy drinks on the seat next to me. I popped one open and took a swig. G-d, that stuff was nasty! It tasted the way perfume smells, if you know what I mean. But it would hopefully keep me awake until Scott got there. Oy, Scott. Now there was a pickle. I can understand that being a turned into a werewolf against your will must take some getting used to and stuff, but you'd expect the guy to at least be a little gung ho about it by now. Nothing doing.

Mostly it was because of Alison. Since she was an Argent and Scott was a werewolf and everything.

G-d where was he? It was getting pretty cold sitting there in the dark, but I didn't really want to waste any gas running the heater. Instead I just zipped up my jacket and opened another Blu. I glanced up at the sky, trying to check the moon even though I knew it was new. There wasn't any visible moon tonight though. The whole sky was covered in thick clouds. Oh right, I remembered hearing that it was supposed to storm this week.

Lightning flashed at that same moment.

Great, just great. Why not have a rabid werewolf attack me while we're at it.

Something large landed on the roof of the jeep and scared the crap out of me. As soon as my heart started beating again I rolled down the window. "G-d Scott, why not just toss the jeep instead or something?"

There was a sort of snorting growl from outside.

"Scott?"

No response. The thing shifted its weight and the metal groaned.

"Derek, whatever you just broke you're paying for."

Ok THAT time there was a roar.

It wasn't Derek and it wasn't Scott, which left only… "The Alpha!" A huge fur covered arm reached through the window as I fought to shut it. Three inch long claws latched onto my arm and yanked me out.

That's when I for real screamed. The alpha was huge, as large as a male grizzly bear. Its claws dug into the flesh on my arm as it raised me so that I was at eye level. Hot rancid breath hit my face as it opened enormous jaws.

I turned my head from the stench. "Oh, come on," I begged, "You don't want to eat me. I'm all gristle, it would be murder for you digestion." I snaked my free hand into my pocket to my cell phone and pushed speed dial. I knew it wouldn't do me any good anyway; no one would be able to get here in time. Hot blood began to trickle down my arm.

The Alpha extended its long tongue and began to lap up the blood. "Oh G-d," I wheezed, "That's disgusting. I hope you've had your rabies shot." It laid its ears back and growled at me, but kept right on licking.

"I'll take that as a no." I was pretty sure I'd gone into shock or something because my arm didn't hurt at all. I was also pretty sure that I was about to die unless something happened quick. I've never been very athletic or taken any self-defense classes or anything, but still I thought I should do something. The alpha was holding me too far away from its body for a groin kick. It was going to have to be a punch. So I doubled up my free hand and gave it the best round house punch I could muster in the eye.

I must have caught it off guard or something, because the Alpha roared and let me drop.

As soon as I hit the ground, I scurried underneath the jeep.

A smaller angrier roar came from the woods, and the vehicle almost flipped when something hit it. Probably Scott or Derek. I peered through the gap between the tires, and prayed that my car wouldn't flip over and leave me exposed or worse, jump up and crunch me under a wheel.

Luckily the fighting moved away from the jeep pretty quickly. It was Derek who was fighting the alpha, I could tell from the way his leather jacket shone when there was a lightning flash. It started to rain buckets. The Alpha didn't seem to like storms much. After a few more swipes at Derek, it retreated into the woods.

I exhaled and collapsed against the soggy ground. The shock was fading far too fast. My arm hurt like hell. I clutched at the wound.

A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me from under the jeep. It was Derek.

"G-D," I groaned, "what is it with you werewolves and pulling people?" Rain was splattering my face and I couldn't open my eyes long enough to focus on anything.

"Get up," Derek ordered.

I rolled over and pushed myself onto my heels and stood up that way to keep the stain off of my arms. Both of them were killing me now, from the Alpha's claws and getting yanked on by both wolves.

"Did he bite you?"

I shook my head, "Just clawed and licked."

Derek processed this for a moment, "Show me the wound."

I thought about telling him to get lost, but I was a little anxious about it myself. "Ok," I muttered as I unzipped my jacket, "but not touching it, kapeesh? It hurts like hell."

Instead of saying anything Derek just glared.

"I mean it," I warned as I began rolling up my sleeve, "you touch it and I'll…"

He made very angry noise in his throat and ripped the sleeve off my shirt.

"Dude, that was new!" I exclaimed but then shut up because I could see the wound. It did not look happy. "Gosh, do werewolf wounds always swell up like that?"

Derek exhaled slowly, "He got venom in you. I can't tell how much, but if it's enough and it stays in your blood stream, you'll turn. Unless you want to be one of his pack, we need to get the venom out."

I thought about being a werewolf for one second. I'd thought about it a lot lately. It would rock for sure, and be super, super awesome… But I knew I wasn't ready for anything like that yet. Plus it was not the best time in the world, with the chem test and everything.

"Ok, take it out."

Derek nodded and gripped the wound on either side. He studied it for one moment that then squeezed.

"OW! OW! OH MY G-D!" I screamed, watching the blood pour out, "I thought you were going to suck it out or something like they do in westerns for snake bites."

"You've got to be kidding," he grunted and pressed again, harder.

"OW! SON OF A-" I threw my head back in an inhuman scream. The whole experience made me redefine the word 'agony'. Plus the blood loss was starting to make me dizzy. Rain pelted down onto my face and into my mouth and nose. The skyline shifted and swayed.

Finally, Derek released my arm, "I got it all."

"Oh, thank G-d." I gasped, threading my fingers through the jeeps bumper.

"Here," Derek tore my other sleeve off; I was too drained to protest, and he started binding it over my arm. I guess he was feeling generous tonight or something.

I watched and blinked. Derek kept multiplying, first there were two and then four and then… Then we got struck by lightning. I'm haven't worked out the odds yet as to how random it is for a werewolf and human to get struck by lightning at the same time, but I'm pretty sure it's never happened before and hopefully it will never happen again. I had my hand on the bumper so I think the car may have grounded the bolt a little. I'm not sure. But it knocked me out.

When I woke up I was bouncing along on a stretcher going into hospital's ER entrance. I was only awake for a minute or two, but it was long enough for me to realize something very, very bad had happened, because arm didn't hurt anymore.