Laura must be rolling in her grave or laughing her dead ass off, because Derek knew his sister well enough to know that all this situation would make her loose her breath with laughing. He always knew that someday the Hales would be a pack again, but he always thought that this would happen because Laura would find another suitable werewolf to marry and have a lot of cubs that Derek would secretly spoil while listening to his sister complain that he should find a mate too. Derek was fine without a mate, really fine, and after his sister death he was fine with the knowledge that he would never have a pack, a family.

That is until he found Scott, met Stiles (the girl who he thought was a boy, with who he was attracted and was already accepting that they would never have a blood related cub), bite Jackson and Lydia woke up from her coma with new senses and knew abilities but not with the disadvantage of going crazy under the full moon. And suddenly he saw himself with a pack, a pack that made him feel like he was babysitting instead of leading someone. A pack who also wanted to ruin all his neurological connections. Better yet, one pack member wanted to ruin his brain. Her name? Lydia. Because only Lydia would be responsible for what he was seeing right now.

Derek blinked, and blinked again, but the scene didn't disappear with this gesture. The scene being Lydia getting out of her parked car in front of the rebuild Hale's residence in the company of a creature that if wasn't for the scent, a little bit different from what he was used to, Derek would never guess it was Stiles. Because that person was Stiles and at the same time it wasn't.

Gone was the baggy pants, because now she was wearing a skin tight jeans with knee leather black boots and a t-shirt that was snuggling her curves and bringing out to his eyes the breasts that used to be hidden under large shirts and that he only found out that they were there because Derek saw them without any covering. The hair was still short, but the light make up and ear rings were enough to make anyone realize that she was really a girl. A very pretty girl who was walking in his direction, discussing something with Lydia and completely unaware of his presence until she reached the firsts steps of the stair that lead to the front porch.

Brown eyes met green eyes and Derek heard her gasp and her breast jump under the shirt because of this action. Her scent hit his nose like a punch and he could smell surprise, embarrassment and arousal. The last one becoming his favorite smell in a second.

"Well, my job here is done." Lydia had to fight the smirk that wanted to take place on her lips. When Scott stopped her in the middle of the school's corridor she almost went on his jugular. Just because they were a pack now, it didn't mean that they were friends. But then she caught his scent and the seriousness behind it and decided to listen to anything he had to say. And then he started to tell her a story about a girl who acted like a boy, an alpha who discovered the truth in the most funny way that Lydia could expect and how both were so oblivious that even him, Scott, was able to feel the sexual tension coming from Derek every time he heard Stiles' name. And come on, Derek really thought that he was fooling anyone with all his nightly visits to Stiles when he didn't pay the same courtesy to the rest of the pack?

Obviously that Lydia agreed with the plan. The hard part was to make Stiles agree too. Because, really, to make that girl act like one it was like to pull out a tooth. Painful and annoying. But in the end Lydia awesomeness and some make up and clothes in her size did the job. Now she only had to show her masterpiece to Derek. And that was also hard to achieve. The original plan, the one that Lydia fed Stiles with, was that she wanted a girls night out. If Stiles looked at her like she lost her mind it wasn't her problem. In the end her excuses were enough to put the Sheriff's daughter in a tight jeans and a t-shirt under a leather jacket and off they went. And if in the middle of the way Stiles realized that they were reading to the Hale's house, all the time Lydia had to listen the other girl curse and complain was paid off when the redhead saw her alpha's face. Yeah, she was still good.

When Lydia left them alone that Derek's brain started to function again and he finally learned to do something else besides let his jaw hang open like an idiot puppy.

"I know, I look ridiculous. If I knew that Lydia was planning to prank me through you I..." Stiles started to explain because she knew that something was wrong the moment that Lydia Martin invaded her house and required for a girls night out with her, Stiles, finally acting like a girl for once. For her (and there the redhead used big puppy eyes that could rivaled with Scott's). For a moment she thought to protest but a part of her, a tiny part of her thought 'hell, why not?'. Now she knew that you can't expect any act of kindness coming from bitch Martin without a ulterior motive. Not when she was standing in Derek's front porch with him looking at her the same way he looked weeks ago when he saw her naked. So she had to explain why she was breaking him again with the sudden confirmation that, yes! she was a girl so he didn't need to act so revolted with this revelation. But then all her thoughts were cut abruptly because one moment Derek was some steps away from her, the next he was over her.

Literally over her with arms around her waist, nose brushing the skin of her neck and lips giving a hickey and a minute later devouring her mouth like a thirst man after too many days in the desert and that finally found water. Stiles' body froze under such attack and when he bite her lower lip she melted in his embrace. Good god, he was good with the kissing thing and the mouth everywhere and the hands everywhere and she had to give Lydia a big thanks and a very expensive gift for her evil mind and big effort. And then Stiles was kissing back, much to Derek's pleasure if the humming under his breath was any indication, and now he was pressing her against the porch's post and for the first time she didn't complain of him throwing her over a flat surface. Actually, if the throwing was followed by mind blowing kisses he could do anything he wanted with her, even go into her room again and see her naked.

And this time she wouldn't even think to put a silver bullet in his head. Not at all.

THE END