I realized I dug myself in a hole as I'm struggling to write and have hit a major writer's block. I also have been busy with my Fall TV shows and late night conversations with the cousin about a certain TV show. So today I sat myself down, my writing playlist playing in the background. Cleared my mind, or rather tried to get some ideas together, got myself a drink and well here is the result.

Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Wolf or the characters.

Derek has a dress code, like how he refuses to wear colored shirts. Almost always he's wearing black or gray. Nothing bright, always dark, which matched his personality and almost always Derek, wore his leather jacket. That was his favorite clothing attire, if he was wearing another hoodie or jacket, his leather jacket was always underneath or over the other. He was attached to it so much that it was a Derek law. Derek Law number three, Derek loves his leather jacket, don't take it or mess with it.

Derek growled as he threw one of shirts over his shoulder. The lycan's well-kept room was currently a mess. His floor and bed was currently littered with his shirts as he searched frantically for his beloved leather jacket. "It has to be in here," he mumbled to himself.

The werewolf picked up a hoodie, he looked at it in interest, it was purple and he recognized it as Stiles. He fingered the material for a moment then threw it over his shoulder, the hoodie joining the pile on the floor. "Damn it!" he growled as slammed his closet door shut.

Derek turned around, his eyes scanning the mess he made in his room, seeing if he could spot his leather jacket amongst the pile of clothes. Hoping that maybe he missed it, but he couldn't spot the material in the pile. The lycan huffed as he stepped around the mess and made his way out of his room. He bounded down the stairs and headed towards the hall way closet. "Please, please be in here," he pleaded under his breathe.

Throwing open the hallway closet, he let out a disappointed whine when his eyes couldn't spot his favorite clothing attire. His hand reached up to scratch the back of his head he groaned, brain racking to remember where he put it last. His thoughts were interrupted when his cell phone went off. Derek reached into his pocket, not bothering to look he answered and placed the phone to his ear. "Hale," he said.

"Derek where you?"

It was Scott.

"I'm still at my apartment Scott."

"Well, we're wondering when are you going to get here, we have a pack meeting or did you suddenly forget."

"I didn't forget you stupid idiot, I'm quite aware we have a meeting, seeing as I'm the one who called for said meeting."

"Yes, which is why I'm wondering why you aren't here!" Scott yelled.

Derek growled. "Don't you talk to me like that Scott."

"Sorry," Scott mumbled.

"Just because I'm physically not there to put you in place doesn't mean you can mouth of at me like that!"

"Alright, sorry."

"Okay, now I will get there when I get there I'm just trying to find my damn leather jacket, now can you do me a favor and hang tight for I don't know ten damn minutes!"

Scott nodded, which was pointless because Derek couldn't see.

"Got it Scott?" Derek demanded.

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll see you guys in a bit, and look after the pack."

"I know, I know."

"I mean it, now that we've officially made Stiles and Allison pack you need to watch out for them."

"I will alright I will."

"Okay, I'll see you guys later after I find my damn leather jacket."

"Leather jacket," Scott said trailing off, "wait Dere-"

"I will see you later!"

Scott looked at his phone, the dial tone ringing through his ears. "I was going to say that I think Stiles has it."

Scott pocketed his phone and his eyes scanned the area, each one laying eyes on the member of the Hale Pack. Allison and Lydia were sitting on the porch steps talking about going shopping later on. Jackson and Danny were rough housing. And Stiles well he was laying down on the grass looking up at the clouds. Scott sighed, he slowly made his way over. "He's going to be late," Scott announced.

"Did you get sassy with him," Danny said laughing as he shoved Jackson off of him.

"Hey, just saying, I'm late once and he goes ape shit, and that was by like five miutes. He is ten minutes late." Scott grumbled.

"Why is he late anyways?" Stiles asked.

"He's looking for his leather jacket."

"Yeah, I have it," Stiles said.

All eyes turned to look at Stiles and took notice of the jacket that Stiles was wearing. It indeed was Derek's leather jacket. The one that Derek was always wearing, it was the Alpha's favorite. "You took his leather jacket!" Danny said, eyes wide.

Stiles nodded, "Yes, I did."

"Oh Stiles, Derek is going to be mad," Danny said.

Jackson laughed. "Danny do you think Derek is going to hurt him, well, I mean yeah, he will put him in his place but he almost always apologizes."

"Oh good point," Danny said.

Stiles crossed his arms. "He does not do that."

Everyone around him just stared. Stiles, along with Allison were the only humans in the pack. Deeming themselves the Omega rank, but often times, Derek took his aggression out on Scott or Jackson. Always with Allison it was just a light shove, he didn't want to hurt her too much because of the Argent and Hale pack agreement. And plus Allison, along with Lydia and Danny, they always made sure to stay in Derek's good graces. Stiles well, he was just being Stiles. They were more of an unorthodox pack anyway, considering two were human and one was a hybrid. So their methods of taking out aggression on the Omegas didn't exactly exist.

"Stiles please, the Alpha in him puts you in place but the fact that you're his mate, well the need to comfort you takes its place." Allison pointed out.

"You watch Stiles, Derek's going to come here, he's going to say nothing about being late. He'll most likely spot his jacket, pull you aside, hit you lightly on the back of the head, pull you in, kiss you in a rough manner. Take his jacket, and shove you." Lydia said.

"Oh, then he'll pull you in after he shoves you, kiss you on the temple and we'll get on with meeting." Allison added.

"Do I want to know why you girls know that?" Scott asked.

"Observation Scott dear," Allison said with a grin.

Derek grumbled, as he marched up to his burnt home. Unbelievable, he couldn't find it and he was pissed having to walk around without especially since it went against Derek Law number three. The Alpha could see the house up ahead he stood a few feet away, watching. His ears focusing on what his pack members were doing. Lydia and Allison were talking about some darn TV show. From the sounds of it, Jackson and Scott were arguing over what sounded like who could do the most pull ups. And Stiles was talking to Danny about- and that's when Derek noticed it.

Derek growled he stalked over too his mate and immediately everyone stopped their conversation. Derek grabbed Stiles by the shirt and pulled him along till they were a few feet away. "Derek I'm-"

Stiles was caught off, he felt a throbbing pain radiating on the back of his head. He whined in pain and was caught off guard when he felt a pair of lips against his. He gasped, Derek was gripping at shirt, lips nipping at Stiles, tongue shoved forcefully in his mouth, Derek not giving the brunette a chance to respond. Stiles felt the jacket being slipped off. Once the jacket was off, Derek gave his mate a light shove. "Don't take my jacket again," he growled.

Stiles nodded. Derek slipped on the material and Stiles stood there watching. "Sorry Der," he whispered.

Derek simply reached his arm out and pulled Stiles into a hug. He pressed his lips against the teen's temple giving a light kiss. Stiles whined pressing closer to Derek he apologized again. "Mmm, it's okay," Derek whispered as he guided Stiles back to the pack.

"You all done through staring?" Derek asked, voice booming.

Everyone nodded.

"Okay good, let's get on with the meeting then," Derek said.