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Emily Bane

"Well, must say I didn't expect this to happen." I sighed.

I watched as, slowly, they formed a loose circle around me, Derek staying directly in front of me. I should have guessed that they would try and make it impossible for me to run; it's what they all did.

I kept clenching my hands at my sides, trying my hardest to put up a confident front. If I was anything less than that, I would lose this standoff...and I so wasn't prepared to do such a thing!

Glancing over at Stiles, I noted the kid was bouncing up and down slightly; a ball of nervous energy, just like he did whenever there was a test that he was determined to ace – he always did. He was biting his nails, frowning, and a crease in the middle of his forehead... It was obvious he really didn't want to be here.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" I sighed, raising an eyebrow at him, faking a smile that I had perfected over the years.

"I'm sorry." Stiles muttered, shuffling, eyes darting everywhere.

Stiles must have been the only genuine person I had met in my life. He was only seventeen, yet he seemed far older yet somehow far younger... He was intelligent, there was no doubt about that, but he hadn't been tapping into his full potential. I must say I had been trying to help with that, but it was hard to do without revealing who I really was.

At least now I don't have to worry about that.

"It's ok." I reassured him, my smile turning genuine. "It's not your fault."

Turning sharp eyes back to the Alpha wolf, I made sure to straighten up as best as I could, attempting to make myself look taller. It was something I had learned to do, to try and fight off any...unwanted company. Not that that had always helped.

"Why are you here?" Hale demanded, eyes still a fierce red.

Defensive, of course.

"To teach." I replied.

And that was the truth. All I wanted to do was stick around one place for more than a few months. All I wanted to do was teach. I liked teaching, it was what I wanted to do – obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be doing it.

But Derek wasn't going to believe me. The way he started walking closer, slowly backing me up, made that very clear to me.

"Don't lie." he growled.

"Derek!" Stiles hissed. "She hasn't done anything."

"Yet. She hasn't done anything, yet."

"Derek, I know her! Miss B's a good person, she cares. Just because people have screwed us over before, doesn't mean she will! And don't try and tell me to shut up or to move class, because you know it won't work. Just...give her a chance to explain. Please?"

Derek just looked at Stiles, the two of them glaring at each other for a time. From what I had heard – from Scott and the rest of Stiles' friends – this wasn't how they always acted with each other... I guess it went to show just how much Stiles really stood by what he said...

Yep, definitely my favourite student.

After a few minutes though, Hale's head dropped slightly before he turned back to me, still glaring.

"Fine. You can stay." he sighed, speaking as if the words physically pained him. "If you submit, that is."

"FUCK OFF!" I shrieked.

Like hell am I doing that!

In a blink of an eye, he was in front of me, eyes glowing that bright red. Of course, never one to back away from something like this, glared right back, my eyes glowing purple with faintly pulsing black and white specks. We just kept getting closer and closer, our claws extending.

The wind started to pick up, as it did whenever I got angry. The thing is, I could control the element – fire, earth, wind, water – and sometimes they reacted to my mood. Not all the time, just sometimes.

That was why the wind had grown stronger.

I heard a small gasp before, suddenly, Stiles had gotten in-between Derek and me, facing the Alpha wolf, pushing him back gently and just wanting to go.

I noticed the possessive grip the Alpha wolf had on the seventeen year old's waist, dragging the boy as close as he could. Stiles didn't acknowledge it, just continued to push Hale away.

"This isn't over." the wolf bit out.

"But it is." I smirked.

With a small jolt of his head, the rest of the Hale Pack started to leave as well.

But, of course, one came up to me.

He was easily identifiable as a relative of Derek's – his Uncle, obviously. I didn't know the guy's name, only that he was a Hale himself. Besides, even if I didn't know, I'd be able to tell by looks alone. I mean, have you seen their bone structures?!

"It's a shame really. You would have made a wonderful addition." the guy told me, a small grin on his face. "A pretty face like you is always welcome to join."

"I prefer being alone." I snarled, turning away.

"Oh, you don't mean that."

"Oh, but I do."

The guy grinned, stepping closer, his grin growing slightly as he shoved his hands into his pockets. But, just as he opened his mouth to say more, he was quickly cut off.

"PETER!" voices from deeper into the woods called.

"Ah, maybe some other time." he winked as he started to jog away.

"Dude, I'm gay!" I called after him.

"It's always the pretty ones."

With a sigh and a small shake of his head, Peter Hale was gone...

That was weird...


Stiles

Back at Derek's house, everyone went their own ways.

Erica, Boyd and Isaac went up to their rooms – Danny followed Isaac –, Scott and Allison went into the kitchen, Jackson and Lydia stayed on the porch outside, while Derek and Peter followed me into the living room – as always.

I knew Derek was mad, it was obvious. It also wasn't the first time, so I knew he'd be pissed for a few days – possibly only minutes if I had my way – and then he'd forgive and forget, and go back to trying to get rid of my favourite teacher.

Sighing, I flung myself face first down onto the couch, gripping my hair hard. I could practically feel the tension in all my muscles, could hear them grinding against each other.

It was horrible!

But I just lay there and waited for the inevitable growl to come from my built-like-a-fucking-brick-wall boyfriend.

"Why the hell where you defending her?!" Derek spat, right on cue.

"Because, no matter what she is, Miss B is different!" I yelled into the pillow.

"How do you know?!"

"Because she actually cares about people like me, unlike every other useless member of staff at the fucking school!"

Even I could tell that everybody had stopped talking so they could listen in, that's how quiet the house had gotten.

I fully expected the question of what I meant by 'people like me'. I never expected it to come from Peter, but I expected it. So I answered as honestly as I could.

"People like me, as in: geeky, self-conscious, stuttering, book worms that do the work set at school, hand homework in on time, read for fun, and study." I sighed, flipping onto my back. "People who get jumped every other day at school, people who bruise and scar easily. People that have trouble trying to act like nothing's wrong and that it's all fine when your head is making it difficult to do one little thing, because it's all fucked up with a disorder that the rest of the staff seem to completely forget about, meaning you get landed with so much grief when it isn't even your fault. She lets me talk her ear off whenever I have a lesson with her, she encourages it. The last person to do that was my mom, so it's nice to have somebody else do that after seven years. Do you really think someone evil would even give the time of day to someone like me? Would actually give a crap and ask how I'm doing, or help me out? She's one of the good guys, it's obvious! And I wish that for once you would all believe me! No one ever believes me but I end up being right anyway, and I'm going to shut up now!"

Breathing heavily, I noticed how badly I was shaking, how tightly I had clenched my fists. I noticed the stinging in my eyes and the raw, closed feeling in the back of my throat.

I didn't think I would go that deep that fast...

Hesitantly, I glanced over to Derek and Peter, both of whom were staring at me a little wide eyed and paler than usual.

Great going, Stilinski... You have to stay here tonight.

Groaning quietly, I flipped over so I was on my side, facing the back of the couch. I wrapped my arms around myself, clenching my eyes shut, just hoping that the conversation would just end now.

I heard a single pair of footsteps leaving the living room, and, for a moment, I had a sinking feeling it was Derek. But, as soon as a hand touched my arm, I knew Derek had stayed and Peter had been the one to leave, closing the door behind him.

Carefully, Derek slipped onto the couch behind me – it was big enough –, facing the same way and wrapping his arms around me from behind. He rested his forehead on the back of my head, pulling me closer to him as his warm breathe raised Goosebumps on the back of my neck.

"I love that geeky, self-conscious, stuttering, book worm that is you." Derek whispered, kissing the back of my neck. "I love everything about you. I'm sorry."

Derek didn't apologise much, it was one of the reasons that made me forgive him any time he did apologise. He only did when he truly meant it and that made him different from every other fucker in the world.

Slowly, I relaxed back into the warmth that all werewolves seemed to have. It was really cold night – for us humans – so having my own personal heater was a massive plus. Skilfully turning around to face him, I moved closer to Derek, burying my face into his chest.

"Will you stop trying to hurt the only teacher that gives a crap about me?" I ask, quietly.

"For you, I'll try." Derek replied just as quietly.

That would do. For the time being.


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