A/N: I tried doing a page break thing and it backfired on me *LoL* so - will indicate the time pass and occational change in 3rd person POV. And here's the next chapter... enjoy :))).

Notes:

This is Twilight x Teen Wolf

I've only ever read Teen Wolf fics and watched the show and have never attempted to write about it, but never written anything from there myself, so please excuse OOC-ness of the characters, so I apologise in advance for that.

Since this is fiction, I'm taking the liberty of changing some things about Werewolf. In this story, they can change from the week before the full moon. They can change at will between that time but on the full moon they have the force change and that is when they are most powerful.

Jacob still looks the way he did before he buffed up for his wolf, so yeah, he's small, but I'm not complaining :)).

Sam and Jacob are biological brothers, so Sam is Sam Black instead of Sam Ulley so he is rightfully the alpha of his pack. Jacob lives with Billy while Sam lives with his wife, Emily.

Leah and Sam never had their relationship so Leah isn't bitter about that.

Pairings:

Edward/Jacob

Derek/Stiles

Scott/Isaac

Other canon pairings

Warnings:

OOC-ness

Slash

M!Preg

Dedication: To CarganFever :)) Hope you enjoy it.

Shout_Outs:

Rat3000: Yes ma'dear, that is exactly it. It's good to be back :)) and there will defenitely be more :))).

MewnWolfGirl: I'm also pretty excited about this story :))). You can thank CarganFever for requesting this fic :)). *LoL* I'm kinda not surprised that you'd catch a line like that *LoL* Ima have to work up more puns and see if you catch them :))).

mama-Ichigo: *LoL* I shall definitely write more :))... Hope you enjoy :)).

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Disclaimer: I do not own neither Twilight nor Teen Wolf nor the idea… but I do own the computer I write this with… no… I don't own that either. Damn!

The Love of a Mate

Someone must've really loved Stiles up above – he liked to believe it was his mother – as he found himself in a route that he recognised. He was well over exhausted from hauling the still unconscious man, he wondered if he'd caused more harm than good by moving the man but he didn't have time to stress over that as he spotted Jacob pacing worriedly right where the woods ended and a large field was.

"Jake?" he called, hauling the man towards his best friend. The long haired boy being called looked up, relief washing over his face as he saw his best friend but then it quickly turned to confusion then fear. Jacob rushed towards his friend as he saw him hauling a large unconscious body out the woods.

"Dude, what the hell-?" Jacob stopped mid-sentence as he took note of who the man was. "Dude!" Jacob exclaimed. "What the hell? Do you even know who that is?" Stiles looked down at the man still passed on the floor where he'd placed him.

"N… not really, no. Who is he?" Jacob did a face palm in frustration and looked at his friend incredulously.

"Dude, that's Derek Hale. As in thee Derek Hale who was attacked by his pack for conspiring with the leeches last night! Dude, I told you about this before you stormed out in your diva fit!" Stiles froze, his eyes widening in fright and shock. He looked from his best friend to the unconscious man then back to his best friend.

"What?!" he asked in shock, backing away from the man in shock. Damn! Trust him to help a Quileute enemy! But Jacob hadn't exactly said enemy, he'd just said that they were supposed to stay indoors and not communicate with strange people, especially if the person's name was Derek Hale. But Stiles hadn't known it was Derek Hale, so he couldn't be held responsible for that!

"Man, that's the guy we're supposed to keep away from! Sam's gonna flip out when he finds out that you dragged this guy here."

"Sam can't do anything, this isn't Quileute territory," Stiles tried to defend himself; he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince with that. He knew Sam had ways of bending the rules. If Sam wanted he probably could bloody well do something about it.

"But its Cullen territory. And werewolves are as much an enemy to the Cullen's as the shifters are." Stiles sucked in a long breath through his teeth, biting the corner of his bottom lip as he tried to think of what to do next.

"Well Derek Hale has a truce with the Cullen's right? So technically he is allowed here. And besides, no one has to know about this. You won't tell anyone right Jake? You're my best friend, you won't tell, right?"

"Stiles..." Jacob whined, looking at his friend then at the man with worried eyes.

"Please man. Promise me you won't tell anyone?" The dark skinned boy sighed. Stiles was already grinning at him thankfully.

"Don't make me regret this." Stiles hugged his friend in excitement. "Okay, back off." Jacob pushed his friend away.

"Okay, sorry. Just help me carry him to the house."

"And how are you explaining him to your father? Who, by the way, was freaking out when he called me? I had to lie for you man and you know I don't like doing that, especially to your dad, coz you know what he can do."

"I'm sorry Jake. I'll make it up to you."

"I know you will. Let's just get him to the cabin."

"Is it safe?"

"It's the only place." The pair had been hiking one day when they'd come across an abandoned cabin. Over the year they'd fixed it up and added things to it and it had become their official hang our spot. "Unless you'd like to explain to your father and then to Sam why you have Derek Hale with you." Stiles sighed.

"The cabin it is." The pair picked the limp man and half carried half dragged the limp man towards the cabin.

When the pair finally reached the cabin they were both huffing in exhaustion. Jacob hadn't expected the man to be so heavy, but considering the fact that the guy could turn into a giant werewolf probably explained his weight. With a huff, Stiles pushed the cabin door open and they both pulled/hauled Derek inside.

"Maybe we should take him to one of the rooms," Stiles said. When they found the cabin they'd also found things in it including beds in the bedrooms and a fridge in the kitchen. They were more than surprised to find that the electricity still worked and they had been grateful, that made their new hang out that much better.

"Maybe you should dump him on the couch," Jacob said. "I think I've carried him far enough."

"Oh come on, what's a few more steps?" Jacob gave his friend a look. "If you help me I will owe you big time." Jacob sighed but nodded.

"Fine, you owe me big time. And if Sam finds out, it's on your head." Stiles nodded enthusiastically as he once again picked up Derek's upper body while Jacob grabbed the legs. They walked to the spare room that neither boy used and they managed to drag Derek into it. Stiles went to the bathroom and got a small container and filled it with water. He also got a towel and disinfectant then went back to the room where they'd put Derek.

He found Jacob standing by the far wall and looking at Derek with mistrust. He sighed but didn't say anything as he got to work with wiping off the blood on Derek's skin and dabbing the slowly healing wounds with disinfectant. He looked up at Jacob, but the boy was silent. Stiles let out a sigh and continued his work.

"Maybe you should've just left him," Jacob said. Stiles looked up with a frown.

"You know I couldn't do something like that," he said.

"Yeah, but it would've been for the best. Think about the consequences of dealing with a werewolf that runs with vampires."

"Jake-."

"No really man, think about it. What do you think he'll do to you when he wakes up? What if this is just some kind of trick?"

"Come on man, you don't really think that he'd go this far into tricking someone?" Stiles paused. "Do you?" Jacob sighed then moved away from the wall and walked towards the bed, but stopped a few feet away.

"I don't know." He shook his head. "I have to go."

"What? Why? Jake, you aren't going to tell Sam about this are you?" Jacob shrugged.

"He'll probably smell the werewolf scent on me Stiles."

"Then don't go man, stay the night! You can shower and change and leave in the morning."

"I told him I'd come back when I was sure you were okay."

"Technically you don't know if I'm okay if we have a werewolf in the house. He could try and attack me at any moment and you would've given Sam a false report." Jacob gave his friend a look but said nothing. He sighed and shook his head.

"Fine. But don't expect me to help you." Stiles smiled at his best friend while Jacob rolled his eyes, walking out the room and going to the one that belonged to him.

Stiles stayed for a few more hours in the room, watching Derek sleep and when he too could feel sleep coming to him he got up to leave the room. With a soft whisper of good night to the sleeping werewolf, Stiles left the room, switching the lights off and going to check on Jacob. He found the Quileute curled up in a tight ball in bed and he sighed.

He knew that position well, that was Jacob's protection position that he subconsciously slept in when he was worried that something might try and attack him. Stiles understood why his friend was sleeping like that, Jacob didn't trust Derek Hale. Sure the guy hadn't done anything to make Jacob not trust him, but the stories were enough for the Quileute boy.

Stiles walked into the room and pulled the covers over Jacob's curled body. He shook his head at his best friend who had a deep scowl on his face. The guy was pretty expressive, especially when he was sleeping. With one last sigh, Stiles left the room and went to his own where he pulled off his blood covered clothes and pulled on his pyjamas and crawled into bed.

Jacob woke up with a start. He looked around the dark room for a moment, making sure that nothing was in there with him. He sighed angrily, gipping his shoulder length hair in a tight fist as he tugged it. The nightmares were back. They'd started about a week before but he was yet to tell anyone that they'd returned, not even his brother or best friend. He knew that they'd coddle him and he just didn't want that. He was going to deal with his nightmares on his own.

Jacob crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom but then remembered that there was a third person in the house. He paused for a moment, thinking over what had happened the night before. He'd told Stiles he wouldn't tell Sam about Derek Hale, but he didn't know now if he shouldn't. He knew that it would be dangerous for his friend to stay with the werewolf, but he knew how stubborn Stiles was and if he even tried to push Stiles to get rid of Derek, Stiles would most likely push to stay around the guy.

With a sigh, Jacob went to the bathroom to have a long shower, using all the different body washes and hair shampoos he could find and scrubbing his body and hair, hoping that the different scents could at least hide Derek Hale's scent if not remove it completely. When he was done scrubbing he rushed back to his room and pulled on some fresh clothes. Dressed, bed made and hair dried, Jacob pulled on his sneakers and left the cabin. He felt bad that he was leaving Stiles without saying goodbye, but he didn't want to deal with him and the fact that Derek Hale was in the cabin too.

Jacob picked up speed as he ran home. Most of the time, he enjoyed the fact that he had some of the shifter traits without having to actually shift though it did make him feel like a freak sometimes since all his Rez friends actually shifted and possessed the traits. But at that moment he was indifferent to the gift, he just wanted to get home and try and dodge Sam and his inquisitive stare.

Luck was not on Jacob's side because as soon as he crossed the border and went into Quileute territory, a black, horse sized wolf came before him, his wolf face marred with a glare. Jacob sighed and stopped running. Standing where the large wolf had been was now a large man with dark skin and cropped hair. The man looked as unimpressed as the wolf had. Jacob knew he was going to get it.

"Sam," he started slowly.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the house?" Sam said with annoyance. Jacob sighed. Sometime… sometimes he just wanted Sam to disappear, to leave him alone and not give him that annoying 'I'm not impressed' face.

"Sam, I-."

"Dammit Jacob, there's a werewolf on the lose days from the full moon! How dumb can you be? I told you to stay in the house for a reason!" Jacob breathed in deeply, trying to keep calm. He continuously repeated 'Sam is not being a control freak, he's looking out for you' in his head, trying to keep from jumping the guy he knew would beat his ass without trying.

"I know I should've stayed in the house, but-."

"Do you prefer me locking you in the house for me to really know you haven't sneaked out?"

"I didn't sneak out-."

"You're really treading on thin ice here Jacob." Jacob sighed, giving up trying to explain himself to the angry man. He really didn't have the energy to deal with Sam now. He had bigger things to deal with… like keeping Stiles' secret a secret.

"I'll go home then."

"No, you're going to my house, where I can actually make sure you're in the house!"

"I don't need a babysitter," Jacob shouted angrily. He hated being treated like a child! This, this was one of the reasons why he wouldn't tell Sam that the nightmares were back! Sam would turn from annoying control freak to really annoying control freak, and Jacob could not deal with that.

"If you continue to act like a baby then you do!" Jacob was aware of the other wolves from the pack, but he didn't care about them, he was annoyed at Sam. The guy never allowed him to do anything, always keeping him under lock-and-key. He knew that the pack sometimes followed him around, spying on him, under Sam's orders and he really hated that.

"I'm not acting like a baby. Fuck Sam, I'm almost sixteen, I don't need you to fucking baby me all the time. I can look after myself!" Sam's already angry face got angrier. Not only did he hate it when Jacob cursed like that, but he didn't want the kid raising his voice at him either. He could feel his wolf crawling under his skin as his anger slowly rose. He breathed in deeply, willing his wolf and his anger down.

"Jacob," he said more calmly, "just stay in the house."

"No! I don't have to if I don't want to. I can do whatever I want. It's my life dammit!"

"I'm not asking Jacob, you will stay at the house, that's an order." Jacob gave Sam an irritated and incredulous look.

"You can't order me to do anything; I'm not part of your pack!"

"Jacob-."

"Fuck you!" Jacob turned to go back over the boarder but Sam caught him by the shirt and yanked him back.

"I'm not saying this again Jacob, go-home!"

"No! Let me go!" Sam growled angrily. He picked Jacob up and threw him over his shoulder and began to make his way to his house while Jacob kicked and screamed and cursed.

"I hate you! Put me down! Stop it! I don't want to go! Sam, put me the hell down!" Jacob hated being man-handled and especially in front of his friends. "Dammit Sam, let me go!"

"No," Sam said simply as he continued to make his way to his house.

"Sam!" The pair reached the house and Emily, Sam's wife, was standing outside. She frowned when she saw the two boys, her frown soon turned into an unimpressed face as Sam threw Jacob onto the ground roughly.

"Sam," the scarred woman said, her displeasure showing in her voice.

"What?" Sam asked, trying to sound innocent. Emily gave him a look and he shrugged. "I keep telling him to stay in the house but he won't listen to me."

"Maybe if you told him why, he'd understand."

"I have." Emily raised a brow. "I told him that there was a werewolf on the loose and that it's too close to the full moon for him to be running around in the middle of the night." Emily sighed, shaking her head at her husband.

"Of course that's why," she muttered sarcastically. Jacob looked at the two of them weirdly. They'd been doing that a lot lately; those sarcastic comments Emily made every time Sam gave her his excuse of why Jacob shouldn't go out at night. It bothered Jacob to think that his brother was hiding something from him, it made him uncomfortable. "Jake, get off the floor and come inside. It's cold out there."

"I'm fine," Jacob said lying down on the grass and looking up at the millions of stars that twinkled down at him. "I'm just going to stay here for a bit."

"Go inside Jacob," Sam said through his teeth.

"Let it go Sam," Emily sighed. "He's fine." Sam started saying something but Jacob tuned him out, looking up at the sky. He let everything go, all his worries and fears; just let them all drift away as he looked up at the beautiful clear sky. He allowed everything to slip away as he continued to look up at the sky. His eyes started to droop as his body relaxed more. Before he could fully go into the semi-conscious state, he felt something land hard on his side and he woke with a start.

Four pairs of browns eyes looked down at him, grins of the four faces. Jacob glared at the four people before sitting up with a sigh. Leah, Seth, Quil and Embry, his Rez friends.

"Who kicked me?" Jacob grumbled sitting up and rubbing his aching side.

"What if it was me," the only female in the pack, Leah, asked.

"Bitch!" The other chuckled as they helped Jacob stand. "Where's Sam?"

"Inside with Emily," Leah's younger brother, Seth replied. He grinned at Jacob. "She's got food inside." Jacob rolled his eyes as they all made their way into the house. Emily was just putting down the toasted slices when the five people walked into the small kitchen.

"You guys hungry?" she asked, smiling at them.

"Yep," they all said, sitting down and getting ready to dig in. Before Jacob could attack the food, his cellphone started ringing. He pulled it out his pocket and saw that it was Stiles. He got up and left the kitchen and went outside.

"Stiles," he answered.

"Dude, you just left," Stiles said in an accusing tone.

"I know, sorry, I had to. Sam was pissed again."

"Right, sorry bro."

"Whatever. He's just being an asshole. So how's… you know who?"

"He was still knocked out when I left."

"You left?!" Jacob refrained from calling Stiles an idiot, because he knew how the boy didn't like that, at all.

"What? I had to get home to prove to my dad I was fine!"

"So you just left him in the cabin? Stiles man, what's wrong with you? What if he does something crazy while you're not there?"

"I left him a note!"

"Oh, psh, I'm sorry, that makes it all better."

"You don't have to be sarcastic about it." Jacob sighed; he could just imagine the pout and frown on Stiles' face as he said that.

"Fine. Whatever. Do you need anything?"

"Stock up the cupboards. We're out."

"It's your turn to go shopping Stilinski."

"No it's not. I did it last month. Man, you finished all the food with your sudden hunger attacks."

"Fine. I'll go shopping then. Anything else you need?"

"No, nothing."

"Okay, whatever."

"Thanks man. I'll see you later?"

"Sure Stiles." Jacob hung up and pocketed his pone.

"What was that about?" Jacob jumped half out of his skin when he heard the voice. He frowned when it registered in his mind who the voice belonged to.

"It's none of your business Sam." Jacob tried to push his way back into the house but Sam stopped him, crossing his arms and acting as a barricade between Jacob and the door.

"Who were you talking about on the phone Jacob?" Sam asked again, using his 'calm' voice.

"No one! Dammit Sam, get out the way. I'm hungry and if I don't get inside they'll finish the food." Jacob tried to push Sam out the way but the large man didn't budge. Jacob let out an irritated sigh. "Sam!"

"Who were you talking about Jacob?"

"No one!"

"You know I can tell you're lying."

"A fucking dog, Sam! Happy? I was talking about a dog! Stiles found an injured dog and he took him to the… uh… his house." No one knew about the cabin but him and Stiles, and it made Jacob cringed that he almost revealed, and to Sam no less.

"Were was Stiles anyway, his father was looking for him. If he took the dog back to the hosue then he dad woulnd't be worried." Sam wore that smug 'let's see you try and get out of this one' face. Jacob sighed.

"I don't have to answer to you."

"No. but answering the question wouldn't hurt… unless you have something to hide, or more someone." Jacob felt uneasy, but he pushed that away and instead frowned.

"What are you insinuating?"

"Nothing, I just want to know."

"He was in the woods Sam. He forgot to call his dad and by the time he realised it, his dad had already called you." Lies! Jacob's mind screamed. He ignored that. "He's fine now."

"Mm…" Sam hummed, giving Jacob a once over before going back into the house. Jacob sighed as he too went back into the house.

"I saved some food for you," Emily said, smiling at her surrogate son. Jacob smiled back.

"Thank Em." He sat down and she put the plate of food in front of him and he started eating, ignoring his friends longing glances until he was done.

"Thanks for sharing Jake," Seth muttered.

"Anytime kid." Jacob smirked at his friends and they all let out sad sighs. He got up and stretched. "I'm going into town. I'll see you guys later." Before anyone – mostly Sam – could say anything, Jacob rushed out the house and to his car where he hopped in and in seconds was off to Forks.

…TBC…

See you all next chapter :)))

(",) SmilezZ