I told you Jackson's introduction into the story wouldn't be as simple as Danny's.

Wolf-of-the-North, thank you once again for reading over my story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the MTV show Teen Wolf. This is a fan-made story and nothing more. Please, for the love of god, don't sue me.

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Stiles fell onto the floor in a panic as he saw Jackson jump towards him. Reacting quickly he rolled out of the way just in time to dodge the attack.

"Jackson, you don't want to do this," Stiles breathed, his heart beating a mile a minute.

He couldn't tell what kind of impulse Jackson was running on right now, or if he was just being an ass, but the bloodthirsty look in his eyes was very real. The egocentric jock was not playing any games right now. Jackson, or whatever was left of him, snarled at Stiles and crouched in front of him like a wild animal.

Trying to look as nonthreatening as possible, Stiles calmly stood up from the floor being careful not to break eye contact with Jackson. Using his peripheral vision, he looked over at the door wondering if he had a chance to get to it before he becomes luncheon meat.

Stiles tried to think of a clever way to move himself to the door, but could only think of doing the very obvious strategy, the one he knew wouldn't work: slide towards it.

Taking his time and giving himself a good five seconds between his steps, Stiles tried to move himself to the door as discreetly as he could. However, Jackson was still watching his every move, his eyes centered on him like a laser.

Stiles opened his mouth, trying to see if he could offer some words as a kind of distraction, but closed it when he saw Jackson sprinted toward him at an inhuman speed. The hyperactive teen closed his eyes waiting for the impact but felt none. He cracked his eyes open and saw a leather jacket covered arm holding Jackson's hand which was right at his head.

"Derek?" Stiles brow furrowed in shock as he turned beside him and saw the werewolf holding Jackson back. With a vicious snarl, Derek threw Jackson across the room causing him to collide with a wall and hit the ground hard.

"Get back, now." Derek ordered his eyes glowing red and his tone offering no room for argument, causing a shiver run down his spine at Derek's order.

While his mind was still contemplating the situation, his body was fully under Derek's control, as if he had no choice but to obey, given the seriousness in the werewolf's voice. It also helps that getting away while supernatural beings fight is just common sense.

Stiles snorted backing away from him. "You don't have to tell me twice."

Derek glared at the teen making Stiles back up until he was at a distance Derek thought was acceptable. Shaking off the effect of Derek's assault with a roll of his shoulders, Jackson stood back up with his eyes bleeding with deadly intent and focused on Derek.

Eyes burning red, Derek shifted into his wolf form. He crouched, his body waiting for Jackson to make the first move. Without looking to have any kind of plan or strategy, Jackson charged at Derek, his large footsteps echoing throughout the room. Stiles watched in awe as Derek took a couple steps, grabbed Jackson by the torso, and threw him into a bookshelf with ease.

"Watch it!" Stiles shouted eyeing the completely broken bookshelf in concern, "Some teachers are still here. They might wonder what all the noise is, and check things out."

Neither of them paid any attention to him, however, as they continued their fight, which turned out to be pretty much one sided. Derek was raised to fight, while Jackson didn't even understand what he is, let alone how to use his powers. As Stiles watched, Derek threw Jackson into a table. Stiles decided that they needed to wrap this up quickly, before they attract attention to themselves.

Stiles pulled out his phone and called his best friend, "Scott, get over to the library. Derek's having it out with Jackson and it's not looking pretty."

After getting confirmation from his friend Stiles hung up his phone to see how the fight was still going. It seemed that both Derek and Jackson were at a standstill. Jackson kept trying to charge at Derek while said werewolf threw him into things. The both of them were going nowhere and fast, if they kept this up they were going to destroy the whole library.

Stiles winced as his eyes got caught in the refection of the sun bouncing off his phone. His eyebrows rose as he held up his phone, a wicked idea forming in his head. Derek and Jackson circled each other both waiting for the other to make a move but neither did. Waiting until Jackson was in the right position , Stiles walked closer and held up his phone where it was reflecting the sunlight off of it and directly in Jackson's face.

Jackson had no choice but to shut his eyes as sunlight entered his eyes, temporarily blinding him, giving Derek the perfect opportunity to strike. Tackling the teen, the werewolf slammed Jackson down onto the ground with a sick cracking sound and moved his hands around his neck.

"Derek?" Stiles voiced as he noticed the werewolf seemed to be trying to move Jackson neck in a very uncomfortable position as if…

"No!" Stiles proclaimed loudly walking over to the two of them despite Derek's warning growl. Stiles stared down at the werewolf hovering above him sternly.

"I told you that Jackson was going to be a part of my group," Stiles said angry that he had to remind Derek of this, "you can't kill him."

Either Derek didn't feel like answering him or was too wolfed out to because he didn't dignify that with an actual answer, just an incomprehensible grunt.

"Derek Joshua Hale, don't you dare grunt at me," Stiles snapped sounding far too much like his father than he would like.

If Derek was one for expressing emotions that weren't broody Stiles thought he might have looked surprised with him using his middle name. How does he know Derek's middle name? Well, Stiles wasn't the research guy for nothing. Jackson let out a low whimper, as if he was an upset puppy that Derek and Stiles weren't paying attention to.

"Shut up Jackson," Stiles said in tune with Derek's growl at the jock, "Can't you see Mommy and Daddy are talking?"

Derek tried once again to twist Jackson's head and snap his neck, pretty much ignoring everything Stiles had said. That's when Stiles officially lost it. He couldn't stand Derek not listening to him on this front, it made a part of him enraged and irritated beyond belief.

"I said no!" Stiles roared, his teeth bared and his fist clenched, "Take your hands off him now, Derek."

It was almost like the scene a couple moments ago was reversed, though Derek looked like he wanted to ignore Stiles, his body twitched as he slowly took his hands off of Jackson's neck, stood up, and backed away from the adopted teen so that he was in front of Stiles.

Hesitantly, Stiles lightly let his hands touch the back of Derek's jacket in gratitude. "Thank you."

Scott, Allison, Danny, and Lydia then ran into the room surveying the damage and trying to see what happened.

"Took you guys long enough," Stiles said with a roll of his eyes.

The hyperactive teen was confused when he saw Danny look at him with raised eyebrows before whispering something to Lydia. Only when the red headed teen nodded her head did he seem to calm down slightly.

Once Jackson saw everyone together, he clumsily stood up eyeing all of them warily. As Danny caught sight of his best friend a guarded but small smile appeared on his face.

"Jackson, you okay?" Danny asked in concern slowly moving toward his friend.

"No…no," Jackson shook his head starting to back away from the group.

It seemed like the jock had regained his humanity, but he still looked as distrusting as before.

"Jackson, don't-"

"Stay away from me," Jackson roared, causing Danny to freeze, "All of you just stay the fuck away from me."

"We just want to help you," Scott pleaded, looking just as passionate about this as he had been about sparing Jackson's life when he was killing people.

"Just leave me alone! I'm sick of you people," Jackson hissed his stance turned to confrontational, "The only thing you freaks have done is ruin my life."

"Oh please, you brought this on yourself," Derek sneered, "you begged me to make you a werewolf, don't bitch about the consequences now."

Jackson, while looking afraid of Derek, still snarled at the werewolf. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask to become…whatever the hell you made me into."

Bravely, Lydia walked up to Jackson sporting a sympathetic look most people in the room had never seen on her.

"Jackson," Lydia was careful to keep her tone calming and light, "We know things have been hard on you, they've been hard on all of us, but we've all got through this together."

Jackson scoffed folding his arms in front of his chest. "Since when did you become a team player? A couple months ago you couldn't even handle group projects without bitching for thirty minutes."

Lydia's smile became tight as she gripped her purse with clenched hands. "Well, times have changed Jackson, I've changed. I've grown up and I think it's time you did, too."

"Oh yeah, because that's all I need to do," Jackson laughed humorlessly, "That'll really fix all my problems. That will help me regain my position on the lacrosse team and make me popular again."

"Jackson?" Danny said worriedly as he saw his friend starting to get hysteric.

"Oh and let's not forget my parents who hate me more than usual, now," Jackson said, smiling insanely, "They said that if I don't start to live up to their standards, they'll kick me out the house."

That newest bit of news hit the rest of them pretty hard, except for Derek who didn't look sorry for Jackson in the slightest.

"The farther I get away from you, the better," Jackson proclaimed, walking towards the doors.

"Jackson wait, let's talk about this," Danny said trying to reason with his friend.

Turning around swiftly, Jackson sneered at his best friend, "Fuck you, if you want choose these losers over me, then you can go to hell."

"This isn't about choosing people over you, Jackson. I'm trying to help you, myself, and my family," Danny protested.

"I don't need you, I don't need anybody," was all Jackson said before he ran out of the damaged library.

The group just stood in silence for a brief moment giving them a moment to take in their situation.

"I have to go after him," Danny said quietly. He sighed and walked to the doors.

"No!" both Derek and Stiles said in unison. Everyone turned to the both them with raised eyebrows.

Stiles briefly looked up at Derek, who was standing stiffly beside him, before turning back to Danny.

"We can't do anything for him right now, he's not going to listen to reason," Stiles told his friend.

"But Stiles he-" With an intense stare Stiles was able to shut Danny's mouth (a technique Stiles wasn't aware he had).

"He's not going to listen to us right now, you saw how he was acting," Stiles pointed out, "we just need to take this as slow as possible. One day at a time."

Stiles could see the conflict in Danny's eyes and understood what he was going through. He had to go through something like this before, and it sucked. Thinking about it, it was almost as if Danny was mirroring him in a strange way. Stiles sighed really not knowing what his next step should be but he couldn't let his team know that.

Thankfully Derek seemed to be on the same page, addressing the group in the same manner he did.

"He's to worn out to hurt anyone other than himself, just leave the idiot be for now," Derek advised with a scowl.

Despite the fact that no one in Stiles' group liked or respected Derek all that much, they did concede to his point now that he was agreeing with Stiles. Together they all walked out of the library and out of the school into the parking lot. Stiles was walking with Danny to his car, he driven the both of them to school this morning, but was stopped as Derek grabbed him by the arm.

"We need to talk," Derek stated not even trying to pretend like that was a suggestion.

Stiles looked up at him thoughtfully, "Hm, last time I got into a car with a guy I ended shooting somebody in the ass at the end of the night."

You didn't need to be a werewolf to hear Scott's muffled laughter behind his hand. Stiles would have grinned at his friend having the balls to laugh even though Derek was sporting one mighty glare if he wasn't busy trying to look innocent.

Derek growled in Stiles' face, "Do it and I'll drive both of us off a cliff onto some jagged rocks. Guess which one of us can survive that?"

"Oh please, like you're going to destroy your Camaro aka your penis mobile," Stiles snorted not looking intimidated in the slightest.

It seemed that Derek's patience was at an all-time low today as he just threw Stiles across his shoulder and walked toward his car.

Stiles huffed folding his arms like a stubborn child. What was he? A bag of rice? As Derek put him into the car he was given the chance to wave goodbye to his friends before the werewolf sped out of the parking lot.

"So sourwolf, what did you want to talk about, alone?" Stiles said his heartbeat very clearly picking up at the end of his question.

If Derek noticed the change in his heartbeat he either didn't care or wasn't bothering to comment on it.

"Your confrontation plan didn't work," Derek pointed out.

Stiles rolled his eyes laying his head on the window, "I noticed. I just need to reevaluate how I approach Jackson next time. All of us should be together so he doesn't feel the need to attack me."

Derek's expression was blank but his fists clenched on the wheel twisting it as if he wanted to tear it off.

"That won't do you any good, he'll just do the same thing again," Derek grunted, "He's a spoiled brat, Stiles. He'll never change unless he's forced to."

Stiles brow furrowed he looked over at the werewolf suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

Derek briefly shot Stiles a look before focusing on the road again.

"I've met kids like him before. They never learn anything unless they're beaten figuratively by life or literally by someone bigger and stronger than they are."

"So what are you trying to say," Stiles said with narrowed eyes before he glared at the werewolf accusingly, "you want to beat him up again."

"I want to beat some sense into him," Derek corrected but agreeing nonetheless.

Jackson didn't learn anything from that last fight, but that's mostly because he had been acting irrationally and wasn't in control of himself. Once he's given time to cool down he should be ready to actually get something out of a confrontation.

Stiles let out what could be thought of as a warning growl, "Didn't we have a talk about abuse Derek? How could you-"

"What I'm talking about is not abuse," Derek snapped with a snarl. "It's discipline Stiles, that kid needs discipline."

"Okay, okay, I know that Jackson can be an idiot, and egocentric, and rude but that doesn't mean he should get his ass kicked."

At this point even Stiles knew that he wasn't helping his argument but he didn't care. He was determined to change Derek's mind about this. A feeling of protection flowed through him like an endless river. It demanded him to stand up for a guy that was for all intents and purposes a tool.

"Actually, that's exactly what it means," Derek replied with a smirk.

Stiles sighed with his hands clenched together. "Derek no, if I can just have another chance-"

"You had your chance, now it's my turn," Derek cut him off sharply, "that little idiot has had several opportunities, not just with you, to listen to reason and he never has. The time for talk is over."

Stiles heard everything that Derek was saying, but he still could not agree with the werewolf. He's never been a violent person, never been one for hurting others to get his point across. He's a talker, everyone knows that and will not dispute his need to use his mouth to solve problems, and it's how he's always done things.

Derek arrived at the Stilinski home parking near the sidewalk.

"You need to stop being so difficult," Derek commented now setting his irritated gaze on Stiles completely. "Just…trust me."

Literally, there was no quicker way to create tension in that car than with those last two words.

Stiles blinked just staring at the road in front of him dazedly like someone struck him. He couldn't believe Derek had the nerve, that he had the audacity, to use those words on him. Does this guy try to contradict himself because he makes it look like an art form?

"Derek, you are truly something else," Stiles shook his head, chuckling despite himself, "You, the guy that thought I was honestly going to leave him at the mercy of the Kanima in a pool, think you can use the T word on me?"

Derek grunted looking sideways and refusing to answer the question.

This just served to anger Stiles even more than he already was. He reached and gripped Derek's jacket and pulled their heads closer to one another's.

"Let me tell you something asshole, you are the last person that can use the trust card on anyone," Stiles proclaimed furiously, "you don't trust anyone but yourself. You don't trust your pack and you don't trust me so why should I trust you?"

"I trust you."

"…What?" Stiles whispered his anger not joined by silent shock.

"I trust you," Derek repeated even though he looked like he really didn't want to. He stared right into Stiles' eyes as if trying to prove that he was being sincere.

If Stiles had been a weaker person he would have melted under Derek's gaze. The intensity in that look affected not just his mind but his heart playing with his emotions.

"It's going to take a lot more than words for me to believe you," Stiles replied. His voice was soft but his words were strong in intent.

As Stiles tried to take his hand off of Derek's jacket, but it was snatched and brought in front of the both of their faces. Derek's hand molded itself around Stiles' as if they were meant to be that way.

"Give me a chance," Derek urged softly, though his voice still keeping his Alpha persona within it.

"You've been given chances to prove yourself before," Stiles stated, his resolve weakening.

"Yes, but not when given this type of situation," Derek said, pointing out something Stiles didn't have a clue about, "Trust me to be a good Alpha."

Stiles could practically hear his resolve shatter into little pieces. Derek wasn't demanding or trying to make him do what he wanted, he asking (more like pleading) for the right to do what he needed to do. All Derek wanted was a chance, one single chance, to prove himself as a werewolf worthy to be an Alpha.

"Okay," Stiles put his other hand on top of Derek's staring back up at him, "I'll trust you."

Derek's eyes glowed in a way that could only be described as pleased.

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No, Derek and Stiles' conversation was not parental like in any way, shape, or form. That was not what I was going for at all. (Said while making shifty eyes)

Don't hate me for beating up Jackson!

The guy is way too hardheaded to listen to reason voluntarily and without force involved. Don't worry though, the whole ass kicking thing is only for this situation it won't be the normal way people communicate with him. He's still going to be on Stiles side after all and going to go through some rough times in this story. He's mostly going to need more nurturing than tough love but just not in this situation.

Thank you all so much for reading and all the support!