A/N: Hey errbody! :D I missed you all and your wonderful reviews! I know it's been a while so this story might have a shift in the "mood" or something but I did say it was going in a new direction now. I hope you're all still satisfied (or more :3) with the outcome. Also, this has nothing to do with season 2 because I started writing it during season 1 so in this story, season 2 doesn't exist. But then again, this story doesn't exactly follow season 1 perfectly either :x lol.

Also, I should have said this earlier but if you haven't already guessed, I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters. But if I did… Oh, the things I would make them do ;D !

Anyways, on with it!

Chapter 6

3rd Person POV

Stiles entered the kitchen after Derek and Scott. They both looked worn out physically and mentally.

"So, who wants to explain everything? Because I am confused." Stiles looked back and forth at the two wolves and crossed his arms. Derek just grunted and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. Scott motioned for Stiles to sit down at the table and began explaining to him.

"Well, from what Jackson told us, he was on his way home after practice yesterday when Peter stopped him and offered the bite. Jackson had already suspected what we were so it wasn't too much of a shock when Peter told him about werewolves. Still, we don't know how much he knows or everything Peter told him so we'll have to sit down and discuss things with him. Long story short, he accepted the bite and woke up in the forest this morning."

Stiles let out a long sigh and nodded. "Great, another wolf joins the fray. I wonder what he's gonna tell Danny though, he was really worried and will want an explanation. But for now I'd better play the good host and offer them a drink or something." He got up to go to the fridge but Derek stopped him, grabbing Stiles by the wrist. Stiles' heart rate picked up at the touch, but he was able to maintain his composure and looked up at the lycan with an eyebrow raised.

"They're um- they're kinda busy… talking…in there." Derek mumbled, realizing what Jackson had done to Danny in there. He was furious at him, but wanted to protect Stiles from witnessing the sight. "Better give them some time first." Stiles hesitated but then nodded compliantly; he understood it was a private moment between the two.

Derek let go of Stiles' wrist and let him prepare the drinks for everyone. Stiles waited a bit, then took two glasses of iced tea out to the living room where Jackson was laid across the sofa while Danny placed pillows under his injured leg. The teens thanked him for the drinks, and Stiles settled on a chair to watch TV with them. Scott and Derek soon came out to join them and the group spent the next two hours watching Saturday morning cartoons.

After a while, Derek decided that Jackson was healed enough to walk and decided to take him and Scott to his house. He told Danny to go home as well, not wanting him to spend time alone with Stiles. He noticed Jackson's reluctance to leave, which only made him shove him out faster.

Jackson growled. Being thrown to the ground thrice in a row by Scott was not exactly on his list of fun things to do. He had been training with Derek for the past three weeks straight, every day after school til dark and all day on weekends, and had excelled at everything except sneak attacks. Derek said it was because he was too distracted.

"Maybe if you weren't so busy thinking of someone in particular you'd be able to sense me coming." Scott teased him, laughing as he got up off of Jackson. He was enjoying being able to hit the new wolf. Derek tensed up and hit him on the back of the head with a stick he threw, Jackson didn't need to know what they knew. "Ouch."

"Oh spare me McCall," Jackson replied angrily, getting up and dusting himself off. "You shouldn't even be talking, what with having your own head stuck far up Allison's ass sometimes. Besides I don't even know what you're talking about." Derek chuckled at his comeback, glad that Jackson still hadn't caught up with what Scott was referring to.

This angered Scott. "C'mon Jackson, even you're not that dense! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Derek growled and told Scott to shut up. He wasn't gonna let him tell Jackson anything else.

However, Scott wasn't going to stop. "You ever heard of a-"

Derek interrupted him. "Finish that sentence and I will tear you limb from limb." He threatened.

Unfazed by the threat Scott decided to finish his sentence. He knew what he was doing. But he felt he had to help his friends Stiles and Danny. Derek would probably kill him now, but if he survived he would thank him later. So, taking a deep breath, he uttered the words that would launch a chain of events.

"A mate, Jackson. You know what that is?"

A/N: So, umm there you have it! I'm sorry it's so short but I'll admit it was kinda hard getting back into the flow of things and writing again, but it's something right? :D Luckily after much trial and error, blood, sweat (LOTS of sweat cause it's summer), and tears I was able to pop this sucker out. Sorry if it sucks, but I wanna know what you all think of my big return. The good, the bad, and the ugly. And if you have any predictions or suggestions of what's gonna happen next I'd love to hear 'em! Read and review and I'll see you all next Monday! :D