AN: Ok so just a few quick things guys. First, I just wanted to say thanks to all of you who have read my story. I was a little nervous about this as I have never written anything like this before and so this is a new experience. Second, this story is coming from all different directions and I have realized that I neglected to mention that the title and all chapters will be based off of song titles. There will be no lyrics; I just find listening to them helps to motivate my writing. I will try to let you know what the titles are at the beginning of each chapter. And lastly, as far as the wolf pack hierarchy goes, this story will fall in the AU category. I have made up my own rules so that my story will make sense, so please no flames. Now on to the important part:

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Teen Wolf or any of its characters. I only own the story. Thanks

(Story Titles based off of 10 Years - Actions and Motives)

Jackson stood under the hot spray of his hot shower. The pulse of the water beating the kinks out of his sore muscles from his earlier altercation with Scott. He wasn't sure why he went to Scott. He felt pulled to him. Anger and jealousy can make you do things without realizing.

As he began rinsing off his hand grazed over the fresh bite mark on his arm. His face winced in pain, as goose-bumps washed over his skin and a wave of pleasure suddenly flooded his body. Jackson closed his eyes and let his hand graze over the mark again. This time he saw an image of Scott.

Jackson's Eye's shot open. His breathing became labored as he noticed that his other hand was slowly stroking his member. He turned the faucet to cold and shook his head. He needed to get 'that' image out of his head. But as much as he tried he could not. It was if it was burned into his brain.

Jackson leaned back and let the full force of the cold spray hit him in the face. His mind began racing as another image of Scott popped into his head. Track pants hung low on his hips. Beads of water dripping from his fresh washed hair. Jackson's fingertips began tracing the path of the water on his own body down to his quickly growing erection. Jackson grabbed hold of himself and swore this would only happen the one time.

As he slipped into a fantasy zone, the object of his forbidden desire had an agenda of his own.

"Scott, where do you think Derek is? Or better yet, do you think he knows why Jackson did that?"

"I don't know, but we all need to split up. I need you to go home and see if you dad has anything that talks about wolf hierarchy and what my biting him means. Stiles I need you to…" Scott pauses and looks at his friend. Unfortunately it seemed as though he had lost him a while ago, judging by the glassy-eyed stare he was getting. Scott waved his hand in front of Stiles' face, and got no response. Looking across the courtyard, he now knew why.

Lydia stood with a group of girls, trying desperately to fit back in. It seemed to be working well too, until Lydia fell to her knees screaming at the top of her lungs, something Scott had noticed she had been doing a lot lately. Stiles, Scott and Allison were immediately at her side, onlookers giving them a wide radius.

"On second thought, maybe you should take her home with you for a while and just watch her. Don't worry about the books I'll have Stiles do the research."

"Wait! Why can't I watch Lydia? I am very capable of watching over her in her time of need." Stiles said matter-of-factly.

"I need you to drive me around to look for Derek. Besides, Allison's dad will just think they are just hanging out, not snooping around."

Cradling Lydia in his lap Stiles reluctantly agrees.

After loading everyone into his jeep, the first stop was Allison's house, where her not too happy dad was waiting at the door. Scott could just make out Allison explaining about Lydia coming over and getting a ride from Stiles as they sped off.

Driving back towards Stiles house, they are cut off by a familiar Camaro. The window rolls down and Derek flashes his patent smirk before remarking "Why do I get the feeling Daddy has to clean up the prodigal son's mess again? What did you do this time? You know what, follow me, and we will discuss this where I know we aren't being watched. Follow me, but not too close, scratch my car and I'll rip your throat out, slowly."

Stiles gulped and nodded very carefully, shifting his jeep into gear and kept a slow, safe distance behind Derek as they followed him to his new hideout.

"Ah, the new Casa de Derek. It's nice. Did you decorate yourself? You know, this would be a great place to have a party." Stiles rambled as he plopped himself down in a chair.

Derek growled as his eyes began to glow a bright, vibrant red. "Move."

Stiles immediately jumped from his seated position and went to stand in another corner. "I'll just stand over here."

Derek turned his attention back to Scott. "So what do you want to talk about?"

"It's about Jackson. He came at me today. He kept punching me and griping how it's my fault and it's not fair, then I just lost control and –" Scott stopped speaking.

Derek looked up having sat down in the previously occupied by Stiles spot and waited for Scott to continue. When he didn't answer, he looked over at Stiles who had busied himself with some old comic books boxed up in the corner.

"Hey!"

Startled, Stiles fumbled with the book before turning around. "Huh?" he asked with a dumbstruck look on his face.

"What happened between Scott and Jackson?"

Stiles began rambling on about all their past transgressions between Scott and Jackson, which began to infuriate Derek. He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and through clenched fangs tried again, "I meant today. What happened today?"

"Oh! Oh that. Scott bit him."

At that Derek was now interested. "Was he a wolf when he did it?"

"Why does that matter? Scott asked

"Do humans go around biting each other in fights?" Derek questioned.

Stiles' face began to contort as he pondered on Derek's question. As he went to answer Scott held up his hand. "Not now."

Derek continued. "Well every wolf pack has a hierarchy. There is an Alpha. And then there are the Betas. Now there have been Betas that have formed their own smaller packs within the group, a level known as Deltas. Deltas are fast, agile, and strong. They also have a tendency to develop an attraction for the one who bites them. They can be dangerous, but fun. They are mostly female, as it is a male Beta that is turning them, though you do have the instance where a female will turn a male if given the right circumstances." Derek finished with a smile.

"Wait, what do you mean attraction?" Scott questioned. Derek just wiggled his eyebrows and smiled as Scott stood, stunned by the news.

Stiles, who had zoned out of the conversation once again, distracted by a copy of Sorcerer Hunters manga, came back into the conversation at Scott question of attraction only to ask, "So is he going to be like Scott's bodyguard or something? Like the Terminator?" Stiles asked. "I mean he's like Scott's second now, right?" he asked again, having, apparently, missed the whole point.

"Say more like a new puppy." Derek quipped.

"A new wha—" But Stiles was cut off as he was shoved from the doors of the underground subway by a disturbed, angry, and confused Scott.

"Come on, we're leaving. I have to talk to Jackson."

"Word of caution Scott, he may not be able to control himself. He just a puppy, so don't hurt him." Derek couldn't help but yell after them, yet again, this time knowing full well that Stiles heard him.

"What did he mean by that? Why did he call Jackson a puppy?"

"Just drive Stiles!"

And with that the jeep pulled off down the road, toward town. Derek watched as the jeep disappeared, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. Yes he had heard of Deltas. But never had he heard of a male seeking another male. He would have to keep an eye on these two. Maybe he can use this to his advantage.

Ok so that is pretty much it for this chapter. So the first chapter was pretty short so I hope this was a little better. Consider chapter 1 a part 1 and this part 2. R&R as it helps move me to write more. Thanks guys.