Okay, i know that i said it was going to be a one shot, but i officially changed it because a few people wanted me to update and they didn't like the cliff hanger, so here is another chapter. and i should be updating once a week.

Review please and go read my other Fic :D

Stiles woke up and his head was spinning. The room was blurry and the sun was streaming through his windows. His arm was pinned underneath something warm. He wasn't sure what that thing was, but right at this moment in time it was in his way. Stiles groaned and pushed the object off of his arm. He paused when the object itself groaned too.

Stiles shot up from where he was sitting and looked at what was next to him. Derek. The Werewolf. The Alpha. The one who bit him the night before. Stiles got out of the bed and stared at the man in his bed. He was doing all he could to hold himself back. He spent a few years hunting down werewolves and killing them. He even killed his friends.

Stiles was on the verge of crying, but he promised himself long ago that he would never cry again. Not after his first kill. Stiles started to breathe rapidly. His head was pounding and his mouth was hurting. Wait, Stiles thought. Why was his mouth hurting? His eyes shot open and looked himself in the mirror. His eyes were amber and his teeth were creeping out of his mouth. He looked down at his hands, paws, and turned them over.

Stiles closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. From all that he learned from working with Derek and his pack, he was able to learn how to control shifting. When he knew that his hands were back to normal he looked at the still sleeping man, but his anger flared again so he started his breathing exercises again.

There was a sound coming from where the older man was laying and then he shifted from where he was and looked at Stiles. When they caught each other's eyes, Derek's eyes exploded, Like everything that happened the night before finally caught up with him. Within seconds Derek was up and coming towards Stiles.

But Stiles wasn't going to let him near, and as soon as Derek got close enough he threw a punch at Derek, who grabbed his hand like it was nothing. Stiles huffed and threw another punch but Derek caught that one too.

The first thing he learned when he was training with the hunters was that any body part could be used as a weapon. Stiles blew into Derek's face and brought his knee between his thighs. Derek groaned and let go of Stiles' arms and leaned down to cup his hurt genitals. Stiles took this opportunity to hit Derek with all he had. It took only a moment for Derek to gain his composure back.

"Stop" Derek said in a voice that was deeper than anything Stiles had heard before. His hand was stopped mid-air. Stiles looked at his hand and tried to force it to move farther to hit Derek. As much as he tried, it didn't budge an inch. Stiles huffed and pulled his hand back and stepped away.

"We can talk about this like normal adults right?" Derek asked, turning his head sideways and looked at Stiles waiting for a response.

Stiles just glared at him and then looked to the floor. He didn't know what he was going to do. He fought to be better, faster and still the same werewolf that Stiles fought to bring down had brought him down.

"Fine" Stiles huffed out. His head was still hurting, he didn't want to think about what was going to happen now that he had been turned. He didn't want to think about what Chris and Gerard Argent were going to do to him. He knew what was going to happen. A silver bullet was going to go through his heart and he was going to die, that's what was going to happen.

Stiles looked at Derek and gave him a blank stare. He leaned against the wall and decided that he'd let Derek do all the talking since Derek brought him into all this mess in the first place.

"You're my pack now." Derek whispered and Stiles couldn't tell if Derek regretted it or was just being remorseful. All Stiles could do was huff at the statement and look away from him.

"Believe it or not, but I didn't mean to turn you. It was instinctual. The way you moved, the way you turned your head to the side. My wolf just told me to bite. I am sorry." Derek said, and moved closer to where Stiles was standing.

Stiles lifted his hand to tell him to stop, and he moved farther away from Derek.

"I don't need you to be sorry. I NEED to not be a werewolf. And I need you to stop moving closer. Just stop for right now. I'm tired, my head is about to split open, and there is dried blood on the chest. I need to take a shower." Stiles exclaimed and stepped towards where the bathroom is but he stopped before he went into the room and looked at Derek. "Is that okay with you Alpha?" Stiles said sarcastically.

Derek just blinked at him and nodded his head and watched Stiles move into the bathroom. He sighed to himself and slumped on the bed. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and thought about everything that had happened in the past few years. He couldn't believe that he bit Stiles. He had no other reason to bite him except his wolf was telling him to.

Derek looked at the bathroom door and got up and walked to it. He stepped inside and the room was full of steam, the way he liked it. And he stood there watching Stiles in the shower. The warm spray was running down his body while he just stood underneath the shower head. His nostrils flared and looked at Derek. He looked away and didn't give him another glance back.

Derek started taking off his clothes to get in the shower with Stiles. When he got unclothed he stepped into the shower with Stiles and stood behind him. He took a second to get accustomed to the water and then hugged Stiles from the back. He pulled him tight against his chest and Stiles just stood there rigid.

"I really am sorry." Derek whispered into Stiles' ear as Derek held him.