Stiles rubbed his temple repeatedly. He had suddenly developed a headache. All this talk of love potions, Greek gods, and magic had made his brain hurt. Yesterday, he was an ordinary sixteen year old trying pay off his debt by working part time at a local business. Today, he was the prized catch of every suitor what was willing to turn psychotic for him. He wondered how Amber Heard's character of Mandy Lane dealt with her psychological issues after she turned psycho in the horror film All the Boys Love Mandy Lane. He only hoped he could fix the problem before it had gotten to that point.

"So there isn't anything you guys can do to stop this love spell?" Stiles asked. "I mean I don't know if I'll even last a week dodging all the lovesick residents of Beacon Hills!"

"It appears that way, boychick," smiled Sia. "But don't worry you have this big, strapping shikse here to guard over you." She slapped Derek on the back who did not look too please with being the teen's personal bodyguard.

"You mean I have to watch over this idiot?" Derek frowned. "Why don't I just hurl him into the wolves, excuse the pun?"

The old woman laughed. "Because it is not in your nature, Alpha. Cooper and I have been watching the town of Beacon Hills and even with all the werewolf population coming to this place we've learned to weed out the good ones from the bad ones."

"Have you heard the story of Lycaon?" Cooper asked Derek.

"I remember it vaguely," replied the Alpha. "According to the story King Lycaon of Arcadia challenged Zeus by murdering his son Nyctimus and serving his body parts up to the king of the Gods."

"Boy, I'm sure he wasn't going to win father of year on that one," commented Stiles. "I wonder how Dr. Phil would have handled that."

Everyone glared at Stiles. The teen immediately shut his mouth.

"Exactly, werewolf," Cooper responded. "Angered by Lycaon's folly, King Zeus turned the king and his fifty children into wolves and smited each one. Then he resurrected Nyctimus but there was a catch with that."

"What catch?" Derek inquired.

"The dark wolf spirit of Lycaon refused to cross into the underworld," said the love god. "Instead, it possessed Nyctimus's body forever transforming him into a new type of supernatural creature. A werewolf. Since then descendants of Nyctimus have been given the power to transform into lycanthropes whether through their bloodline or by being bitten by one. You, Derek Hale, are a direct descendant of Nyctimus so your family carries the werewolf gene within you. Oy vey!"

"So that's how all lycanthropes were created?" Derek asked the old man.

"Exactly," replied Cooper. "All because some nebbish went meshuga and did a Hannibal Lectar on their son. King Zeus doesn't have a thing for cannibalism. He things mortals have a glitch if they do."

Stiles tossed up his arms. "Well there's go the whole God created Adam and Eve theory. Zeus created a glitch when he made a Doggie and Bitch!"

Cooper raised a finger toward Stiles. "You do know goyim that King Zeus isn't the only one that can shoot lightning bolts from his fingers. Would you like a bris for your birthday?"

The teen covered his groin. Stiles understood enough Yiddish to know that he did not want an electrified circumcision. His face turned white.

Sia grabbed her husband's wrist and drew it down. "Stop, you putz! You're scaring the boy!" She turned to Stiles. "Look, Stiles. I'm sure we can try to figure out a way to end this love curse. There's has to be some magical tchotchke that we can find that will end it so you don't have to suffer for an entire week."

"Sia, honey," said Cooper. "No one can end a love spell except for my mother Venus. She's the only that can stop the curse."

The old woman pouted. "Now Cooper, Stiles is part of our mishpocha. Surely, there's something we can do in the meantime until your courva of a mother gets here."

"Don't call my mother a courva! Oy!" The old man griped. "There might be something but it involves the boychick gathering some ingredients for a potion."

Stiles listened intently. "What potion?"

"I'm not saying it's going to work," said Cooper. "For all I know, this cockamamie thing might just give you a rash. Anyway, you have to collect a hair sample from each person in the town."

The brown haired lad's eyes widened. "That's over a population of three thousand living here! There's no way I can gather each one!"

"Listen up macher!" Cooper snapped. "Do you want my help on ending this cockamamie curse or not? I need hair samples to mix a love potion to make certain individual people not fall in love with you."

"You mean one by one?" Stiles asked. "This will take forever."

"Take it or leave it, Stilinsky!" The love god clucked.

Derek stepped in. "Look Stiles, you don't have much of an option here. Except for me, you've got the whole town after you and I'm not going to get myself killed trying to protect you from lovesick townsfolk!"

The chestnut eyed teen weighed his options for minute. Seeing no other choice, he inhaled a breath. "Just hair samples? Nothing else."

"A single strand," said Cooper. "That's all I need."

"Fine," griped the young man. "I'll start with Scott. I figure two werewolves on my side are better than one."

"Good point," remarked Derek. "Except how are you going to get a piece of hair from Scott?"

"Tomorrow afterschool," suggested Stiles. "While the lacrosse team is at practice, I can break into his locker and grab some hair samples. Scott sheds hair like German shepherd."

"There you again with the racist comments," the Alpha rolled his eyes. "You really need to learn some tolerance, Stiles. By the way, how are you going to get on to school campus especially when you have an Alpha principal and the entire student body after you?"

Stiles smirked. "I thought a good pack leader wouldn't mind me crashing at his place…"

Derek comprehended where this was going. His green eyes began to protest. "No! No! No! No way in hell am I going to let you stay at my place!"

"Oh come on!" Stiles clucked his tongue. "I thought we were buddies. You know like Laurel and Hardy. Butch and Sundance. Snooki and J-Wow!"

"Who?" Derek asked in reference to the last pair.

"Jersey Shore," answered Stiles. "Don't watch it. It'll only rot that Alpha brain of yours. Anyway, I have nowhere else to go. I can't go home because my dad is under the same love spell as the town and he wants to do things to me that could rival a V. C. Andrew's novel. Derek, a little compassion here!"

The green eyed man gritted his teeth. "Fine! But the moment you annoy the hell out of me, I'm going to kick your ass to the curb!"

Sia beamed. "Awww! Looks like Stiles has found his shikse!"


The abandoned railroad station of Beacon Hills resides on the far side of the area. Built around the early 1800's, the train station connected to the main railroad bringing in businesses and residents to the town. Then after World War II, the station was transferred to the southern area of the town making it the centralized station for the main connective railway of Amtrack. Derek Hale's family purchased the old station as training center for their werewolf clan. It was also place the Alpha called home.

Going up the stairs on the side of the building, Stiles noted the old tracks and rusted train cars that were housed inside the structure. He wondered how many times Derek and his pack chained themselves up during every full moon. Following the green eyed man, the Alpha let him inside to his place allow the brown haired teen to absorb his swanky bachelor pad.

Stiles scanned the décor. A mixture of historical traditional atmosphere mixed with art deco met his eyes. Counting the amount of rich antiques and lavish furnishings, the teen then observed the various objects purchased from an IKEA store. His mouth dropped open.

"Oh my God, Derek!" Stiles remarked. "You're loaded!"

The Alpha sighed before responding. "Blame my family. The Hale family has history of being wealthy landowners, industry leaders, and manufacturing giants. I was born with a silver spoon in mouth. It's not something that I like to talk about."

Stretching his arms, the teenager twirled around the room. "And I thought Hale House was where you resided."

Derek scowled. "Oh what? You think that because I'm a werewolf that I sleep on the floor in that shack with a bone and water bowl?"

Stiles twisted his lip and shrugged. "Well yeah."

The Alpha rolled his eyes. "You really are ignorant, Stiles."

"It's one my finer qualities," the young man joked. Something grabbed his interest as he saw something hanging on the wall. Walking over to it, he read the plaque that displayed Derek's college diploma. "You weren't kidding when you said you were studying to be a zoologist."

Derek curled his mouth. "Why is it so hard to believe that I'm college educated?"

Stiles shook his head. "I don't know. I guess this whole chip on your shoulder thing makes it hard to know the real you. You're not exactly the easiest person to talk to."

Lowering his eyebrows, he shot the teen an angry look. "Let's get one thing straight. I like my isolation. I don't follow rules. I never have. That's why I went to New York to study zoology. I wanted to get away from family, our money, and all the expectations they had of me! Being a werewolf was the last thing I wanted in my life! Now I'm back here, stuck being an Alpha, and having to deal with the idiots in this town and this stupid love curse! What more to want me to say?"

Stiles stayed mute. He finally began to understand Derek's perspective. Being someone who was forced to follow his family's expectations and accept his legacy was difficult for the green eyed man. His chestnut eyes lowered in shame.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hit a nerve," the brown haired lad apologized.

The Alpha flared his nostrils. "Forget about it. Bathroom's to the left. You can take the couch. I'm lousy with grocery shopping but we can order take out. Just don't destroy anything. Oh and you can borrow some of my clothes if you have to even if they are a little baggy on you. I'm sure you'll be stinking up yours after a week…"

"It's okay," said Stiles. "We can head down to my place tomorrow. As the sheriff, my dad works a lot. I'll grab a couple things."

"You're welcome to the flatsceen," Derek offered. "Keep it quiet. I like my solitude." The Alpha removed his shirt to reveal the spiral tattoo on his back. "I'm going to bed."

Averting his eyes away from the muscular tone of his chest and perfect six pack abdomen, Stiles blushed. "Um…Derek?"

"What Stiles?" The pack leader asked annoyed.

"Why do you think this love curse doesn't work on you?" He wondered.

Derek sneered. "I don't know. Maybe because I hate you too much. I'm going to bed. Good night." He slammed the door behind him.

Left alone on the couch, Stiles pondered his comment and slapped his face. "I sooo need to get a girlfriend."