Summary: OC Jordan looks for a normal life away from his treacherous past. Except he didn't know that his escape to the small city of Beacon Hills makes normal seem like a foolish dream, as he goes on an odyssey of his own. Rated T for now.

Pairings: Derek/Stiles, Scott/Allison, Danny/Jackson/Lydia, OC/OC/OC

Warnings: some chapters contain violence and maybe gore. Slash or smut may be present WAY later in the series, once I get all the characters together.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any trademark brands used in this fic. Any numbers (such as FAKE social security, FAKE credit card, and FAKE phone numbers), characters, and places that match real life are merely coincidental.

Author's Note: Derek's turn to get part of a chapter. I changed the Jackson scene a bit to make the chapter longe- I mean to add more drama. Just a warning, the next chapter will be back to my OC. I'm sorry, but I have got to get him to Beacon Hills sooner than later, right?

I'm a new inexperienced writer, so I will rarely update this, unless it's a school break. Or unless a lot of people really want me to continue this.

Fic will have lots of OC's. Based off after Season 1 plot ending. After that, plot changes dramatically.

So far, only Scott and Derek are wolves. Ideally almost everyone will be wolves later on.

P.S. I wrote the first paragraph before the teaser for season 2 came out. I LOL'ed that I chose to write about instinct coincidentally.

End A/N

RUN CHANGE AND HOWL

Another tree crashes to the ground with a deafening CRACK. All this anger and rage, it's deafening and tiring. Another mauled tree, another broken boulder. He cannot take another life. He can't. That first taste of blood will be electrifyingly, scintillatingly powerful. He won't be able to fight the instinct.

The instinct to maim.

The instinct to howl.

The instinct to make the pack grow.

It must have been late in the afternoon when he has spent most of his energy. Beads of sweat roll of his muscular form and the fatigue arrives in waves. Shit. He was regaining energy already. He needs to feed. He needs to breed. He needs to find a way to distract himself before he loses control.

"The stupid teenagers," Derek mutters under his breath. They would devour his time. Or he'd devour them.

He breaks another tree. He shaves it down to 2x4 boards. Might as well rebuild the house. Might as well use the present to block the memory of his past.

. . . . . . . . . .oOo.

That night, he was restless. Memories of the fire caught his head. Memories of his uncle, of Kate, and of innocent Laura. All he could remember is her corpse. The shock in her eyes.

He awoke in a cold sweat, and recognizes a scent. One of the irritating teenagers, the needy one, is pulling up outside. What the fuck could he want from me at this point of night?

"Derek! I know you're in here!," Jackson Whittemore shouts, false bravado rolling off of him. His heart on the other hand, beats at a rapid pace. I am here to get the bite. To get what I deserve. Watch me, Universe: I will finally get what I deserve.

"What do you want, Whittemore? That is, aside from your birth parents taking you back?," taunts Derek from the top of the flight of the stairs.

"I was here, Derek. I helped you get what you want. Now, it's my turn. Give me the bite!," demanded Jackson.

Derek smirked. In one bound, he leapt down the flight of stairs right into Jackson's personal space. HE sniffed the boy's neck: Fear. The instinct to run. "Why do you think I'll even consider giving you the bite?"

"Because I deserve it! It's r-rightfully mine!," shouted Jackson.

"What you deserve is death. Which is what you can get from my bite. It's pretty much a 50/50 chance. There's no guarantee it will take," explains Derek as he glares down at the teen.

Jackson couldn't help but gulp. I could die from the bite? What sick loophole is this? "This time it will take. I'm destined for greatness, and this is how I'll get it. "

"I could bite you, or I could just maul you to death. Either way, I have been antsy here in this dark gloomy house all day. I'm itching for a chase. How about it, Whittemore? Tire me out and I'll give the bite. If you disappoint me however, I'll just have a large Jackson steak dinner instead.," Derek said. The instinct to spill blood. The instinct to feed. The instinct to add to the pack.

Jackson steps back. "You wouldn't." The instinct to run. The instinct to run now and not look back.

"You'll have roughly a 5 second head start, Whittemore. I suggest you use it," says Derek, as jaw starts to snap in and out of place. His body shifts and tears as muscles bulge and fur grows. His claws sharpen with every swipe of his arms.

Jackson runs for his life. All that he remembers is the urge to scream.

. . . . . . . . . .oOo.

Stiles scratches his eyes and takes another pill. It's 2 in the morning and he's on page 8 of his totally super awesome paper. "Ha, Pacman! Think I'd need a whole week to finish a 10 page paper? You underestimate the powers of Captain Obviously Totally Awesome!"

His hand was shaking but his fingers were moving at the speed of light. "Control C, Control V, Control C, Control V, edit, edit, edit! Gotta love Google and Wikipedia! Done! I have all my data and my first draft. Now I shall edit tomorrow after a good 4 hours of sleep. God, I wish I had a cupcake right now. Ooh, or Mexican food. Hmmm… twelve tacos and a large burrito. And two diet sodas, since I have to watch my figure since I don't have a super wolfy metabolism that everyone in Beacon Hills seems to have!"

That 24-hour Taco place is a good drive away, and it's pretty close to Derek's. Hmm, I wonder if Derek eat's Mexican food? Ha, knowing him he'd actually eat Mexicans. Or the food itself, since sometimes the meat they use looks like it's made of dog food. Hmm, I wonder if they actually use dog food? Another mystery to be solved by Detective Stiles Stilinski! God, I'm hungry. Where are my keys?

Sheriff Stilinski walks in from his night shift as Stiles was headed for the door.

"Whoa, hold on buddy. Where are you headed at this ungodly hour?," the Sheriff asks.

"On a taco run, dad. I have an all-nighter to finish and my brain is screaming FEED MEEEEEE. So, I'm here to fulfill the instinct to feed. A-thank you," Stiles answers with a curtsy.

"Uh-huh, you do know that there's probably still a wild animal on the loose on the streets and that it could be dangerous."

"Don't worry, dad. I'll use my super awesome Stiles Fu to defeat it. But, if it makes you feel better, I'll just floor the gas pedal on dear Maggie instead, to get away from the big bad Wolfie. I won't even leave my jeep. I'll just drive-thru, then drive home."

"Okay, well call me if anything happens. I'm headed to bed. It's been a brutal double shift," the Sheriff yawns.

"I'll be careful. Anything you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Bacon and eggs would be amazing," the Sheriff wonders.

"Okay, turkey bacon, egg whites, and whole wheat toast it is."

"You're killing me you know that."

"It could be worse, Dad. I still have some bland oatmeal in the pantry."

"Yum. Just add some bleach to it and it will finish me off faster." The Sheriff ruffles Stiles perfectly awesome buzz cut hair and heads to bed. Off Stiles goes, successfully neglecting to save his beautifully awesome paper before leaving. Oh well, it's not like anything can happen to his computer anyway.

. . . . . . . . . .oOo.

I always end up running. Luckily, my asthma's gone. As well as most of my clumsiness. But along with that, my normal past is gone as well. All that's left is Allison. She's the one I have to protect. She's the only one I need. She's the one that has family who would gladly hunt me down and kill me in a heartbeat. She's the one who saves me in the end.

FLASHBACK

We were alone in her car, making out of course. I could smell her, feel her every need. I was lost in her lips, her eyes, her everything. The instinct to become one. The instinct to change. The need to become more than myself. The need to be enough for her.

Out of nowhere the windows crash and I'm pulled out of the door onto the hood of the car. A cold gun is stuck to my throat.

"Get away from my daughter, you sick bastard. I should've ended you for what you did to my sister," Chris Argent threatened.

I could hear Allison screaming and pulling at her father's arms. "No, dad, NO! Don't you get it? If you kill him, you kill me too! I won't be able to look you in the eye any longer if you do this! I-I'll stay from him, I won't see him anymore, just please let him live!," she begs.

I lay there silently, trying to calm the fuck down. It would be worse if I had wolfed out right then and there. But I wanted to protect her. To console her. To never leave her. To hurt the one hurting her.

Chris stood there frozen, mulling over his daughter's pleas. "No seeing her. Not one look in the eye. Or else, you're dead, boy." With that he walks away.

Allison cries for hours on my lap. It would probably be the last time we could see each other. Well, with her parents' permission, that is.

END FLASHBACK

I ran across town, creating a large ruckus as I went. And as I neared her place I soon blended with the rooftops. No one could track me down visually. I had to run to one place and one place alone: back to her arms.

. . . . . . . . . .oOo.

The twelve tacos were amazing. Fit for myself and my awesomeness. Somehow I had an inkling that I forgot to do something. Was it school related? Probably not. Was it my medicine? Pssh, I'm already taking too much.

Oh yeah, the old Sour Wolf lives close here. Maybe I should pay him a visi- Wait a minute.

That's Pacman's car right there. What's he doing driving to the cemetery this late at night?

Time for an adventure. Good thing I have another burrito left as emergency fuel. And good ol' Maggie has a full tank of gas. Hehe. Now Captain Stiles as a full tank of gas too thanks to the Mexican food.

Stiles parks the car behind some trees, a good bit away from Pacman's car. He has successfully mastered driving without headlights in a dark forest. His ninja car skills have become legendary, indeed.

Pacman walks to an unmarked tombstone, a highly familiar unmarked tombstone. It must be all the Adderall but he can't quite remember whose tombstone it is. Will it open to a secret passage? What would the secret password be? "Open sesame?" No, it's "It's Morphin' time." No, I got it. It's totally "Stiles is super awesome."

Pacman kneels down and starts digging with his bare hands. (Totally un-evil villain like. He should've used a giant LAZOR if he wants to drill to the center of the Earth.) He pulls a purple vine from the ground that slowly unwinds. The ground slowly shifts until Pacman finds his prize. (No, it's not power pellets or various fruits.) Two corpses: Peter and Laura Hale. Pacman pulls out a knife and extracts the two corpses' livers. He puts it in separate containers, heads to his car and drives off.

Stiles walks over to the grave and examines it closely. He prays a silent prayer as he buries the two dead souls again, careful to replace the disturbed wolfsbane. He decides that he has time to inform Derek tonight. Oh, but what a long night it will be. Maybe Derek will let him sleep over for the night. He'll simply say he's too tired to drive home. Or, more likely, he'll make Stiles sleep in his jeep. Good thing he has a pillow and blanket in there. Good ol' Maggie will never let me down.

Stiles arrives at Derek's within 10 minutes and calls him out. "Derek! Here, boy! I have a burrito for joo!" It takes him a while to notice the sleek black Camaro in the clearing isn't so lonely. A silver Porsche is parked with the motor running. What is Jackson doing here?

Out of nowhere, the jock can be seen running out the Hale house door, fear in his eyes. This was probably Stiles' signal to run too. Which he did, gladly. He screamed a little manly scream. But, no one probably noticed. Oh, and he threw the burrito at the Alpha's face (snout?) to hopefully distract him. Which it did for a second. The poor burrito was chomped down in one gulp. Oh well, that's one less bite off of Stiles' super awesome body. Maybe there will be enough of my bones left to bury. Bones? Oh yeah!

"*Huff* Derek! *huff* *wheeze* I know you're- * huff* in there!," panted Stiles. "I uhh.. *huffs* I needed to tell you that *huff huff* someone desecrated Peter and Laura's grave *huff huff* and I know who it is! So pleasedon'tkillmeeeEEEEeeeEEEEE! Yaah!" Derek pounced on Stiles and Jackson on that last part.

He bit deep into Jackson, who had passed out from hitting his head on the ground. And did the same for Stiles. He growled "Mine!" and shifted into his Beta form. Stiles was in pain and in shock from getting bitten but he was wide awake.

"Dude! You bit me! Without my permission! God, if I become a werewolf, I wouldn't know what to do! I mean, Peter offered me the bite and I said no, but come on, you should have at least let me think about it before I joined you! I mean I totally wou-"

Derek slams Stiles into a tree. "You are mine now. You will do as I say. And I ORDER YOU to tell me what happened to Laura and Peter's grave. Now."

Stiles receives the mother of all Derek Death Glares. "Ow. Geez. Bleeding from a werewolf bite here, sir, Alpha, sir. Geez. I get the whole pack dynamic thing. I've researched enough online. I was coming over to tell you about it anyway. Just put me down, okay?"

Derek lets Stiles go, and drags Jackson's sorry behind back to the Hale house. Three and a half Stiles rants later, he gets enough details about the mysterious Literature Professor Dr. Pascal.

. . . . . . . . . .oOo.

Scott rolls into Allison's open window.

"How much time do we have?," he asks.

"With all the hunters you got mobilized? About a good hour," Allison says as she jumps on the man of his dreams. They start undressing and making out to their hearts' content. They writhe with pleasure as they intertwine their bodies in and out of her bed.

"I can never leave you, do you know that?," he squeezes in between their hot kisses.

"I do, I DO, I do, oh god, I do *kiss* and you know that I feel the same?," she says as she squeezes his firm round ass in time with her kisses.

"Oh god, yes, I know. I love you, Alli."

Time passes by, when suddenly, Scott jumps out of their heap. "Your dad's front left tire squeaks a little bit when it turns, right?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Cause we are so dead. He's at the corner of the street." Scott grabs his clothes, gives Allison a quick peck on the lips and jumps out of the window onto her roof. When he finds it safe, he sneaks in a small note through the window and runs into the night.

"I love you, Allison Argent, with all my heart. I will love you until the end of time. Remember me, each time I howl out to the moon.

-S."