Even Alphas Need A Guiding Hand Chapter 1, a teen wolf fanfic

TEEN WOLF

Story # 3 in my "Pack Means Family" series

Even Alphas Need A Guiding Hand

Disclaimer: This story is just for fun, I do not own any rights to the show.

Summary: When memories of the past cause Derek to turn to liquor to ease the pain, he starts to make very poor decisions that could impact his future. And Isaac's safety. Luckily for him, Sheriff Stilinski is there to rein him in.

WARNING: CONTAINS THE NON-SEXUAL, DISCIPLINARY SPANKING OF A YOUNG ADULT MALE BY AN OLDER ADULT MALE!

WARNING: MENTIONS PAST CHILD ABUSE, PAST PARENTAL ALCOHOLISM, AND CURRENT ALCOHOL ABUSE.

Note: I know in the first story I said Derek was 25. But I am changing that. It's fiction, so I'm allowed to play around with ages.

Derek-23

Isaac-16

Scott-16

Stiles-16

WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon at the loft. Derek and Isaac were sitting on the couch, the elder was explaining a complicated math problem to the younger.

Since finding out that Isaac was flunking Calculus, Derek had devoted many hours to helping him with his homework. The hard work, on both their parts, had paid off. Isaac was doing a lot better. He was still struggling some, but no where near as much. In two short months, he had brought his grade from an F to a low C.

"That's it." Derek praised, when Isaac figured out the next problem on his own. "Very good."

Isaac smiled at the praise, feeling a sense of pride. The teen had been surprised at how patient Derek had been about helping him. Even when he had to explain the same thing three or four times, he had not once lost his temper with the teen.

"Try the next one." Derek said.

Derek watched as Isaac figured out the problem, patting him on the back when he was done.

"Nicely done, Isaac." Derek once again praised. "You did that one faster then the last one. You are really getting the hang of this. With a little more practice, I'm sure you'll make a really good grade on that test on Friday."

Before Isaac could respond, Derek's body tensed and he looked at the door. A moment later, Isaac knew why. He heard someone coming up in the elevator.

Derek let out a frustrated sigh and said, "It's only Peter."

Isaac frowned. He didn't like Peter. But he was Derek's Uncle, so the teen was polite to him. Up to a point. He knew Peter knew that he did not like him, and did not trust him.

The door opened and Peter walked in, carrying a small box.

"Well, isn't this a cozy picture." The older man smirked at the two sitting on the couch.

"What do you want, Peter?" Derek asked, giving him a glare.

"Can't I pay a visit to my only Nephew without wanting something?" Peter asked.

Derek's hard look was answer enough.

"I brought a present." Peter said, sitting the box down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "And I need a favor."

"I knew it." Derek sighed.

"Can we have a moment alone?" Peter asked, nodding his head towards Isaac.

Derek thought a moment, and decided that the teen probably should not hear whatever Peter had to say. He wanted to trust his Uncle, wanted to believe that the man had changed. But he had been betrayed by him enough times to make him leery of trusting him. He did not want Isaac caught up in whatever Peter had gotten himself into.

"Isaac." Derek said, "Go on to your room and finish your homework. If you can't figure one out, just skip it and I will help you in a bit."

"Okay." Isaac said, gathering up his books and doing as he was told.

"What do you want?" Derek asked his Uncle.

"Like I said, a favor." Peter said. "Are you still friendly with the Donaldson Pack?"

"What did you do?" Derek asked with a frustrated sigh.

"I may have occurred the wrath of the entire pack, and they may be tracking me to kill me." Peter replied. "In fact, they are only a few minutes behind me."

"And you came here!?" Derek exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "How could you be so stupid as to lead them here? Isaac is only sixteen!"

"I…." Peter started, then stopped as both men heard the same sounds. "I believe they are here."

Derek growled, then him and Peter both wolfed out.

"Isaac!" Derek yelled.

The teen rushed down the stairs and into the room. He too was wolfed out. He had heard Derek's yelling and could smell the anger and worry in the room.

"Stay by my side." Derek ordered the teen. "No matter what happens, only attack if I say to."

Isaac nodded, as the door was slammed opened and seven very angry looking werewolves came in.

"We only want Peter." One of them said to Derek, stepping in front of the others. "Not you or the boy."

"What has he done?" Derek asked, stepping in front of Isaac.

"He nearly killed my brother." The man said.

Derek glared at his Uncle and asked. "Why would you want to hurt Evan?"

"We had a misunderstanding, and it got violent." Peter replied.

"How bad is Evan hurt, Eli?" Derek asked the other Alpha.

"He's fully recovered now, but it took a couple days for him to heal. This piece of filth used wolfsbane on him."

Derek let out a long, deep growl. Glaring at his Uncle. Peter couldn't help but take a step back.

"Step aside, Derek." Eli said.

"I can't do that." Derek replied, changing back to his human form. "Isaac, change back."

Isaac personally thought it was a bad idea, there were seven of the other pack and only three of them. But he trusted Derek, so he changed back to human form.

Eli also changed back and turned his head to nod at the other six men. The men changed back as well.

"Change back, Peter." Derek said. "And we can discuss this."

"Not a chance, Nephew." Peter said.

"I. said. Change. Back!" Derek roared, his eyes flashing red.

Peter, Isaac, and the six Betas behind Eli all flinched at the roar. Peter changed back to his human form.

"I know Peter deserves to be beat to a bloody pulp, then killed for hurting Evan." Derek told the other Alpha. "But he is my Uncle and I can't let you kill him.

"And how are you planning on stopping us?" Eli asked.

"By reminding you that you owe my Mother your life." Derek replied. "And so does Evan. Peter is Talia's baby brother, killing him is no way to honor a debt to her."

"That is not fair, Derek." Eli growled.

"I know." Derek admitted. "But it's true. I know you, you always repay your debts."

"I will let him go this one time." Eli said, though he was obviously unhappy about it. "But if he ever comes to our territory again, I will kill him."

"Understood." Derek said.

"Despite the circumstances, it was nice seeing you again." Eli said to Derek.

"It was nice seeing you too Eli." Derek said, as he walked closer to the other Alpha. They clasped each other's forearms for a moment. Then Eli and the six Betas left.

"Thank you, Derek." Peter said.

Derek let out a loud roar, shifted back into a werewolf, and rushed over to his Uncle. He wrapped a hand around the older man's throat and slammed him into a wall, putting a dent into the wall.

Peter grabbed his Nephew's wrist with both hands and tried to free himself, but the younger man's grip was too tight.

"I ought to kill you myself." Derek growled.

"A…already did." Peter gasped out. The tight grip around his throat making it difficult for him to breath.

"This time I will make it stick." Derek growled. "Evan is barely twenty years old, and has never been in a real fight before. He was no match for you."

"Derek." Isaac said, timidly. "You need to let go, Man. He's starting to turn blue."

With a deep sigh, Derek released his hold on the older man's throat and Peter slid to the floor gasping for breath.

"You can stay here tonight." Derek growled at his Uncle. Then he turned to Isaac and smiled at the teen.

"I am very proud of you Isaac." He said.

"For what?" The teen asked confused. "I didn't do anything."

"You followed my orders." Derek said. "I was keeping an eye on you and was monitoring your heat rate. You kept your head, and was paying close attention to what was going on. I could tell that you were ready for a fight if one broke out, but you kept your head and did not start a fight. That kind of control is hard for a new wolf. You did a great job."

Isaac smiled widely, feeling very proud of himself.

"Go on and go back to your room, Peter and I need to talk." Derek said, wrapping the teen in a quick hug. Then releasing him.

After hearing Isaac's bedroom door close, Derek returned his attention back to his Uncle.

"What's in the box?" Derek asked.

"Some pictures and other things." Peter replied. "I found them in my room at the assistant living place after I awake from my comatose state. Apparently someone found them in the ruins of the fire and placed them in my room. I did not actually look through them until a few days ago. I thought you might like to have them, there are a lot of pictures of our family."

"Thanks." Derek said, as he picked up the box. Part of him wanted to look through it, to relive the good memories he had of his close knit family. But another part of him wanted to throw the box at Peter and throw them both out of his home. He knew it would hurt to remember the past.

"Thank you for the offer to stay the night." Peter said. "I am rather tired, I think I will turn in. Goodnight, Derek."

"Goodnight, Peter." Derek replied, still looking at the box.

After Peter went upstairs, Derek sat the box back down on the table and headed upstairs. He would look through it later, right now he had to make sure Isaac was okay.

Derek knocked on Isaac's door then went into his room. The teen was sitting on his bed, his History book open in front of him.

"Finished with the math? Or do you need some help?" Derek asked, sitting on the bed.

"I'm finished." Isaac said. "All I have left is to read a couple more pages of History."

Isaac closed the book and looked at Derek. "Who were they?"

"The Donaldson Pack." Derek replied. "They live over in Beaver Pass, about eighty miles from here."

"You said that your Mom saved them?"

"Yeah, Eli was only about sixteen, Evan was only nine. A group of hunters caught them out alone and attacked, even though Evan hadn't even began to shift yet. He was just a human child, but the hunters didn't care.

Mom found them and got them away from the hunters, but she was injured. She helped them hid and lead the hunters away from them. Then she went back and stayed with them for several hours before their pack found them."

"Your Mom sounded like a real brave woman." Isaac said.

"She was." Derek agreed.

WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!

The next morning, Isaac walked into the kitchen and saw Derek standing by the stove and Peter sitting at the table eating scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Morning, Isaac." Derek greeted the teen. "Bacon's on the table, the eggs will done in a few seconds."

"Thanks, Derek." Isaac said, as he poured himself a glass of orange juice and placed some bacon in his plate. "Scott texted me, can I go to his house after school? Stiles is coming over too, we're going to do homework and play some video games."

"As long as it's okay with Melissa, I don't care." Derek said, as he placed some scrambled eggs on the teen's plate, then some on his own.

"Scott said she's cool with it." Isaac replied, as he started eating.

Derek sat down and began eating as well.

"Just make sure the homework gets done." Derek said. "You know Scott and Stiles will help you with your math if you need it. And make sure you are back by curfew, you've got school tomorrow."

"I'll be back." Isaac assured him.

They finished breakfast and Isaac cleared off the table, then left for school.

Derek started doing dishes, and noticed his Uncle giving him strange looks.

"What?" Derek growled.

"Nothing." Peter smirked. "Just never pictured you for the domestic type."

A low growl came from Derek's throat.

Peter stood up and said, "Thank you again for last night, and for the bed. I will be going now."

"Take care of yourself." Derek said.

"You too." Peter said, as he left.

Derek sighed. Then he went into the living room and sat on the couch, picking up the box and sitting in in his lap. Then he began to go through the box. It contained several pictures, a few pieces of jewelry, and small glass dolphin figurine.

Derek smiled sadly at the figurine, it had belonged to his Mom. He had bought it for her as a Mother's day present when he was nine.

Derek sat the box down and stood up, he was already feeling depressed. But he really wanted to go through all of the pictures.

Deciding that a strong drink or two would make it easier, Derek ate a clump of wolfsbane, so he could feel the effects of the alcohol. Then he grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had been in a cabinet for the past three months.

Not bothering grabbing a glass, he just took a long drink from the bottle and sat back down on the couch and started going through the box.

WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!

Isaac walked into the loft, half an hour before curfew. He saw Derek laying on the couch, asleep.

Isaac started to go quietly to his room, so he would not disturb the man. But then he saw several pictures sitting on the table and was curious. He squatted beside the table and started looking at them.

"What the hell are you doing?" Derek's slurred shout startled the teen and he jumped to his feet.

Derek stood up, swaying slightly. "Thought you knew not to go through my stuff." He growled.

"I….I'm sorry Derek." Isaac said, surprised and scared of Derek's tone.

He had never seen the man drunk before.

"I take you in, and this is how you repay me!" Derek roared, taking a step towards the boy. But he bumped into the table and almost fell. With a loud roar of anger, the Alpha picked up the table and tossed it across the room. The pictures scattered onto the floor. The table slammed into the wall, splintering the wood and causing pieces of wood to fly around.

"I didn't mean to…" Isaac started, fear in his voice and eyes.

"Go to your room!" Derek growled.

Isaac fled up the stairs as fast as he could, shutting and locking his bedroom door. The teen listened closely making sure that Derek had not followed him.

He was terrified. He had seen the Alpha in a rage before, when they were fighting the Alpha Pack, but the rage had never been directed towards the teen.

Once his heart stopped pounding, Isaac quietly changed into his pajamas and went to bed. It was still early, but he did not want to make any noise and attract Derek's attention.

WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!

Derek woke with a loud groan, he felt like crap. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and his stomach was doing summersaults. It took him a few moments to realize he was laying in the floor. And another moment to realize that he had a blanket over him and a pillow under his head. He knew Isaac must have covered him up and gotten him the pillow.

He sat up, groaning again when his head and stomach protested the movement. His eyes scanned the room, noticing the scattered pictures and the shattered table.

"What have I done?" He softly asked himself, his voice filled with remorse.

He remembered Isaac coming in, and he remembered shouting at the boy and scaring him. Derek closed his eyes when he remembered the frightened look in Isaac's eyes when he tossed the table towards the wall. The boy was terrified.

Derek stood up, grabbing his stomach when he felt like he was about to throw up. The Alpha quickly wolfed out, causing the effects of the wolfsbane to dissipate. Within a few seconds, the pain in his head and stomach was completely gone. But the pain in his heart remained.

He saw a piece of paper on a small shelf against the wall and quickly read it. It was Isaac's writing informing him that he had left for school early so he could get some more studying done.

Derek sighed sadly, he knew the real reason the boy had left early was so he wouldn't have to talk to Derek. He figured the kid was still scared. Derek glanced at the clock and noticed the time, Isaac must have left at least two hours early.

The man walked over to the couch and sat down, placing his elbows on his knees and his face into his hands. He felt so guilty for the way he treated Isaac, he had really screwed up. He just hoped the teen could forgive him.

He hadn't meant to get so drunk, but the more he remembered all he had lost, the more he drank. The whiskey made looking at the pictures a little easier, made the sharp pain a little duller. But now that he was sober, the pain was back at full force.

WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!

Isaac was sitting in the library at school, trying to concentrate on the Chemistry book he was trying to study. But his mind kept wondering back to the night before.

Isaac had seen some of the photos, before Derek had woken and stopped him. Some of the photos were of a younger Derek, Isaac figured the rest where of his family. The family he lost in the fire.

The teen wasn't angry at Derek for his drunken state, or for yelling at him. He knew the older man must have been in pain, reliving the fire. Reliving losing his family. He understood, he knew how much it hurt to lose those you loved.

"Hey, Isaac." Scott's voice brought the teen out of his thoughts.

He looked up and saw Scott and Stiles standing by the table, both boys sat down.

"Derek called me." Scott said, giving the other boy a concerned look. "He said you two had an argument last night and that you snuck off this morning before he woke up."

"W…was he angry?" Isaac asked, hoping he had not made Derek mad by leaving so early.

"No." Scott replied. "He was worried. He asked me to check on you, make sure you were okay."

"I'm alright." Isaac assured him, but his heartrate and eyes proved he wasn't.

"What happened last night?" Stiles asked. "What were you and Sour Wolf arguing about?"

"Derek didn't tell you?" Isaac asked.

"No." Scott replied. "I asked him and he told me to mind my own business."

"Which is why we are asking you." Stiles said.

"It was nothing." Isaac said. He knew that Scott would be angry at Derek, and he did not want that. "Class is about to start." He tossed his books into his backpack and stood up.

"Hey." Scott said, reaching out and gently grabbing his arm. "If you need to talk, I'm right here."

"Thanks." Isaac said. "But everything is fine." Then he hurried off.

"I'm not a werewolf, but even I can tell he's lying." Stiles said with concern. "What do you think really happened?"

"Not sure." Scott sighed. "But I think it was more then an argument."

TBC!

Please let me know what you think, good or bad. I love feedback. I know Derek may seem kinda OOC, but alcohol and pain makes you do things you would never do.