-The Influence of One-

Derek walked deep into the Beacon Hills reserve, his feet nearly dragging with reluctance. His uncle had texted him (who knew his uncle even texted) and commanded Derek to come out here on the account that he wanted to show his second-in-command "something". Now Derek doesn't know what this "something" is but he knows that whatever it is can't be good. So that explains why he, Derek brooding Hale, is spending his New Year's Eve (not that he really cares, he didn't have anything planned for tonight) following his murderous uncle-Alpha scent through the woods until he eventually found him, nearly outside of the city's limits. Peter had his back turned to his nephew, his head down casted towards the ground in what Derek suspected was this "something". Derek exhaled heavily and came up behind his uncle. "You wanted to show me something?" The Beta all but sighed out.

"Well, come now, Derek." Peter sounded in his usual 'I'm an adult you're just a pup, pup' voice as he turned his head to catch a glimpse of his favorite, and now only, nephew. "What I am about to show is of the utmost importance. It means something."

"So what is it?" Derek asked softly, shrugging his shoulders faintly.

"Now, you don't sound too excited for this."

"I don't even know what this is." The Beta said sounding exasperated.

"This, my dear nephew," Peter began as he turned to fully face Derek, "is our vengeance, as the last remaining Hales."Derek's interest peaked instantly, his heart beating faster and Derek began to imagine the worse. Peter heard, of course, Derek's heart quicken and laughed at his second-in-command. "Now you're excited."

More like worried. Derek thought but would never say aloud. "What did you do?"

"Only what I have been planning since the night you led our family to its near extinction." At the accusation Derek tensed, his hands, which were shoved deep into his leather jacket's pockets, balled up into fists before he closed the gap between him and the Alpha and stood beside Peter and looked down, instantly becoming horrified.

"What did you do?" Derek repeated again as his mouth literally fell open.

"As I said before, Derek… I got us our vendetta."

In front of them was one deep grave with corpses piled on top of the other, all mangled and torn apart, two even burned beyond recognition but Derek knew them. He understood what Peter had done. He understood why the Alpha had done it but he didn't understand why and even how. At the top of the pile was a face he recognized, a face he had sworn to never picture again—Kate Argent.

"H-how…?" Derek was at a loss for words. He did have to admit, thought, that he was happy—no wait no, ecstatic—that the bitch that had played with his heart and killed most of his beloved family was dead but he still thought about the consequences. These people were murdered and his uncle was the cause of their deaths and Kate Argent was among those dead. The other Argents will eventually hear of this and they will come tracking down the pack and kill off the werewolves one-by-one.

"While I was taking my break." Peter replied simply as if it was normal for him to change teenagers to werewolves and then take a break to kill off a bunch of hunters. "It was quite easy actually and don't worry… I left a few body parts at the scenes of the crimes and made it look like some animal did it." Peter shrugged his shoulders and glanced at his nephew causally. "So what do you think? Pretty cool stuff huh?"

Derek groaned slightly and stared at his uncle. "Was… was this why you killed Laura so you can become the Alpha? Is this it?"

"Well she certainty wasn't going to do it. And I couldn't it as a Beta. They're hunters Derek, well; at least they used to be." Peter glanced back at the grave. "And at least I gave them the decency of being buried."

Derek exhaled and he closed his eyes to keep himself calm. He absolutely hated his uncle now. From the moment the bastard killed his sister, Peter Hale was no longer his family. He would be damned if he allowed Peter to be the Alpha for much longer but he needed time. He needed time to convince Erica, Isaac and Boyd to team up with him and not stay with their Alpha. He couldn't very well fight Peter with just Scott and Jackson on his side (there was also Stiles and Lydia but when it comes down to it those two don't count; they're not Pack). Derek could in fact challenge his uncle now if he wanted to but then they would be outnumbered due to the other three werewolf pups, which really, weren't pups anymore, more like adolescents.

"Now I need you to do something for me Derek." Peter said after a few moments of silence. "Find that Stilinski kid," Derek looked at Peter, his eyes turning dark at the mention of the human teen, "and make sure that he uses his… police connections to keep them off me and the Pack."

Derek felt instantly relieved—though he would never admit it—that Peter didn't have something more sinister in store for Stiles. As for the task at hand, it wouldn't be too hard. Stiles already did that, what with all the activity there's been between hunters and werewolves. Derek nodded and began to walk back through the woods as Peter finished covering up the grave, making especially sure that it doesn't look like the ground was tampered with.

-The Influence of One-

"5… 4… 3… 2… 1! Happy New Year!"

The neighborhood erupted outside and Stiles laughed as the fireworks began flying from nearly every house on the block. He turned around to say something to Lydia, his partner in this New Year's extravaganza due to the fact that Scott was most likely moonlighting with Allison Argent, when the girl's lips pecked his cheek for a few seconds. "Happy New Year Stiles." The secret genius said with a smile on her face.

Stiles chuckled and blushed slightly, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. "Happy New Year to you too but um… won't Jackson—?"

"Threaten you? Probably."

"I was going to say kill me but—yeah—that one sounds a bit nicer."

Lydia smiled softly and rolled her eyes. Jackson was currently upstate with his adoptive parents, slugging through a business party he was dragged to by his father. He would have much rather been here, besides his girlfriend, getting the traditional kiss but family calls. "Chill Stiles. It was just a peck on the cheek, no biggie."

Stiles chuckled sarcastically. "Oh yeah? Would have turned the clock back a few weeks and it would have been a biggie—a big biggie!"

Lydia's smile grew into a grin as she and Stiles began to walk down the crowded streets of party goers. "That's right isn't it? You no longer have that asphyxiating crush on me."

Stiles dead on stopped walking and looked at the strawberry-blonde girl. "You knew?"

The girl raised a brow at him nodded. "Duh!"

Stiles stuttered and stared at her some more. "Wait you knew? How long?"

"Since forever?" Lydia offered. "It was cute at first and then it got over played. Ten years Stiles, ten. You would have thought that a kid as smart as you—"She then stopped herself and laughed softly. "Oh wait, you're Stiles. You're never as smart as you seem."

Stiles gasped and placed a hand on his chest and created a face of mock pain. "You have wounded me madam!"

Lydia rolled her eyes and slapped him in the back of the head softly. "Move you idiot."

The two laughed together as they continued down the street. "Well, this was fun." Stiles sighed out as he placed his hands in his blue Hollister hoody.

"It was." Lydia agreed with him.

It was time to part ways and the two humans-amongst-wolves embraced each other in a quick hug. "Bye Lydia. See you tomorrow in school." Stiles said as he left the girl at the driveway of her house.

"Bye Stiles." The girl said in exchanged as she briskly waved at him before turning and heading up the drive.

Stiles then walked home, the streets being too crowded to have driven to the 'party block'. Stiles was sure that if his father wasn't the Sherriff that that 'party block' would have been his block because come on—who wasn't more party animal than Stiles? Except for Scott, who truly is an animal. Stiles scoffed at the thought and continued down the neighborhood, the streets getting less and less crowded as he neared his block.

As he reached his house he pulled out the keys and looked at the empty driveway. His father wouldn't come home tonight; too busy what with tonight being the New Year's. Stiles got into his house with a heavy sigh and he locked the door behind him. He trumped up the stairs tiredly and went quickly into his room to grab his pajama pants, shirt and some clean briefs before trumping back out into the hallway and towards the bathroom. He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and then—you guessed it—trumped right back into his room, falling into his chair at his desk with a loud groan before he pushed himself into finishing some homework that was due tomorrow that he technically had a whole week to do and kinda sorta didn't start until just last night when Lydia reminded him of the work.

Stiles didn't know how long he was there at the computer typing up his work but the next thing he knew is that he felt a breeze come in and Stiles turned his chair towards the window, seeing that the window that was once closed was now open. Stiles' heart began to pound as he froze and thought that it could be one of many possibilities: A; drunk partier stumbles his way to Stiles' home, found that the key didn't work and decided to climb up to the second floor window which happened to be his room (most likely not possible), B; the window was in fact open and Stiles just imagined that said window was closed and was just giving himself a mini panic attack (once again, most likely not possible since Stiles rarely has that window open at all) and finally, and most likely, and could easily be described in one word, C; werewolf.

The sixteen year old human sighed and turned his chair some more, towards his bed, to see, lo and behold, Derek Hale sitting at the foot of his bed, eyes glowing blue in the nearly dark room seeing as the only light was coming from his desk's lamp. "Derek… to what do I owe this intrusion?" Stiles asked coolly, his heart not pounding any less than it did moment ago, in fact, it was pounding even more.

Derek growled at him, obviously not liking the way he was being talked to, but still stood and took a few steps towards the teen. "There's something I need you to do."

"Oh? And what's that? Get you a doggy treat? Well I'm sorry; Scott ate 'em all."

The growl increased in volume and Stiles (momentarily) shut his trap. "There's been a situation."

"A situation? Like the situation? 'Cuz I think he lives in New Jersey, man." Blue glowing eyes narrowed and Stiles mentally slapped himself. What was with him tonight? He was never, ever, this snappy and witty towards Derek. Sure the boy had a man-crush (maybe a bit more of a man-crush) on him but the dude was still scary as heck; he had threatened to rip Stiles' throat out… with his teeth!

In a moment Derek had him pinned in his own chair, the werewolf Beta's two, strong, powerful arms grasping on to either side of the human, clawed hands wrapped around the arm rests. A menacing growl erupted from Derek's throat and Stiles in a manly style eeped. "This is serious Stiles."

"You said my name so I guess it has to be serious."

The werewolf growled again and pushed the chair back into the desk and Stiles whimpered, again in a manly way. "Stiles!" Derek growled, quickly losing his patience.

"What?!" Stiles yelled back, fear boiling up in the deepest bowels of himself.

What happened next is something Stiles only thought would happen in dreams.

Derek slammed his lips onto Stiles', mouth moving and sliding over Stiles' in an almost desperate way. Stiles was shocked at first, as anyone would be, before the teen closed his eyes and timidly kissed back. A hum was sounded from the werewolf as his hand, now un-clawed, move to grasp the slighter's waist before pulling Stiles up from his seat and pulling him incredibly close to him. As the kiss deepened Stiles' arms snaked up and wrapped around Derek's neck, a moan escaping the teen as Derek's tongue shoved through his lips and into his mouth, invading the personal space of his own tongue in his mouth. "De-Derek…" Stiles muttered the Beta's name right before his whole world spun around and seconds before his back hit the smooth surface of his bed.

"Stiles…" Derek purred as his lips left Stiles', the teen whimpering at the loss, before moving to spread a line of kisses from his jaw to his neck and then to his shoulder and then right back up to recapture his lips.

Stiles himself wasn't even sure how this happened but within moments the two were stripped of their clothing, naked skin pressing against naked skin in Stiles' bed. The teen himself began to worry, just a little bit. What if he wasn't ready yet? He was still a virgin and this was Derek brooding Hale that was above him, kissing him, feeling him. "My-my dad—"

"Is not here." Derek said before he grinded into Stiles, his hard erection pressing up against Stiles' own.

A loud and embarrassing moan escaped Stiles' lips. "God!" Derek growled softly as a hand moved down and a finger moved into Stiles. "Derek…" Stiles moaned as Derek already moved a second finger into Stiles' scissoring and preparing him for what's to come. Stiles began to pant heavily as yet another finger and then another began to stretch Stiles. It hurt, like a lot, but Stiles was seeing stars, in a good way. He wanted this. He wanted Derek inside him, now. "Derek! Oh God, please Derek!"

A sensual growl was sounded and soon Derek's fingers were removed and Derek's hard length was pressed into him. Stiles hissed and Derek paused, his face moving to nuzzle itself into Stiles' neck, lips sucking on the tender skin there as he gave Stiles time to adjust. Once Stiles felt that he was good he exhaled and raised his hips up from the bed and pushed Derek's large length further into him.

Within a matter of moments the two were moving as one, skin slapping against skin, hands everywhere, scratching, feeling, touching. Stiles was internally bouncing excitedly. Derek Hale kissed me! And I kissed him back! Now we're doing it! I'm having sex with Derek Hale!

It was Derek's voice that brought him back down to Earth. The werewolf's face was buried deep in Stiles' neck, pressing kisses to the skin. "Stiles… wake up."

"What?" Stiles asked, in a haze about the whole situation.

"Wake up Stiles." Derek sounded, all movement halted. The Beta moved up and looked down at Stiles, hazel eyes staring deeply into brown ones. "Wake up Stiles."

"Stiles wake the hell up!"

Stiles screamed and bolted upright. His heart was going a million miles an hour and Stiles looked around the room quickly. The computer was logged off, his homework done and sitting on top of his bookbag, he was in bed, and the real Derek Hale was glaring at him, electronic blue eyes piercing into his very soul. Stiles felt the blood shoot up to his face and he grumbled incoherently as his hands fumbled to bring the sheet covers fully on him since half of them were thrown to the other side of the bed. "D-Derek! Hey! Buddy!" Stiles sounded out behind an embarrassed grin. "Uh… I—"

Derek growled and crossed his arms over his chest. "I need you to do something for me."

"Oh God." Stiles blurted out, remembering the events of his (now apparent) dream, blushing even more as Derek's eyes narrowed at him. "I mean continue."

Derek was silent for a moment, analyzing the awkward teenager, before continuing. "Peter killed Kate Argent and those in charge of the fire."

"The one that killed your family?" Stiles asked, glad that Derek wasn't one to dance around a subject.

"The same. He needs you to make sure that the police don't figure out that he did it."

"Okay… can do seeing as I already do that now. I'm like the Pack's insurance agency." Derek opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Stiles' singing. "Like a good sidekick, Stilinski is there!" The human laughed awkwardly and Derek growled, much louder this time, his mouth turning into a scowl.

Thankfully that seemed to be all on the second-in-command's agenda and he moved towards the open window, no doubt how the werewolf got in, and then bounded off the roof and disappeared from sight. Stiles shot up like a bat out of hell and ran over to shut the window, it slamming shut because Stiles couldn't close the damned thing fast enough. "Oh fuck me." Stiles cursed at the night's events when he realized his choice of words. "Oh fuck!"


Okay so the smut came earlier than anticipated. That dream scene was thought up as just a joke but then it was just too good to pass up. Anyways I know that it probably wasn't good smut but remember it was a dream so it's gonna be all over the place. Following smut will be much better, I promise!

Next chapter finally feeds your curiosity on the question of 'what is Stiles?' (maybe... hopefully, keep your fingers crossed).

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