Here we go again.

Hi guys, first of thank you for the encouragement I received after publishing the first part. I was grinning like a hyena when I opened my email this morning. Epically to those who reviewed, THANK YOU I can rest peacefully tonight :-)

Nekaaa: Thanks hun, I'm glad you liked it. More? Well here it is.

anon: Hm, as I've said before I don't know where this is going but Stiles/Jackson was part of it but I don't like to confined myself here. Want a hint? Well, who says three's a crowd? (Smirks evilly)

twilightmecrazii Hi, thanks, glad you liked it.

Chapter notes:

Please forgive me when my humor is a little juvenile today. But than again I'm writing about teenage boys... enough said?

I'm not really happy how this chapter turned out but all tweaking and changing somehow doesn't make it more to my liking either. Hopefully you can enjoy it.

Disclaimer

Neither the characters nor the storyline is mine. I just like to play with it. No money was made from this story. No animals or children were hurt during the writing of this story...

Chapter Two

When we left him, Jackson had just woken up and noticed he was in an unknown bed, wrapped around a boy the knew all to well. Looking around he made a quick assessment of his surroundings and decided this had to be Silinki's room. If it were not for the geeky collection of Star Wars toys in the lower shelf, the pictures of Stiles and the Sheriff were a dead giveaway. So again what the fuck had happened. OH, yes Derek. He went to Derek to get the bite. So, that didn't go over so well...

And than he noticed WHAT exactly had woken him up, because he felt something poking into his thigh. Glancing down his suspicions were confirmed when he was greeted by the sight of quiet a sizable bulge in the covers, someone was obviously happy to see him. OK, so maybe he was ah... happy, too. He's a sixteen year old boy, so what sue him.

But there was something off about the other occupant of the bed. They spent nearly every day in lacrosse practice and unavoidably showered together afterwards and there is no way Stiles was that build the last time Jackson had seen him naked which, if his memory served him correctly, was only just three days ago. Wow speaking of eternity, right? Stiles's face was the same but different, darker, more angular, sharper edged somehow and it looked like he gained at least ten pounds of muscle, literally, over night. His body now looked like a carbon copy of his own or Scott's. Oh great another one to challenge his superiority on the team, as if McCall wasn't bad enough, but now Stilinski too? Just fucking peachy! He was supposed to be the alpha male on the team. All the other players were mere pawns, chess pieces he could sacrifice so he could single handedly win the championship and make his parents proud again. But maybe with Scott and Stiles on the team all would be better and... OK where the hell did that thought come from? He was Jackson Whittemore and Jackson Whittemore is not selfless but self centered and arrogant.

His musings were interrupted by what, as he would learn later, was the sound of Scott's heartbeat changing as he slowly drifted to consciousness. They looked at each other, Scott's eyes flashing golden as he took in the sight before him. His best friend, his unconscious best friend in the arms of the boy who was responsible for all that happened last night. He should feel a myriad of emotions but not the ones running through him right now. Instead of the usual hate and loathing there was lust and want, which only intensified as he looked at Stiles. In short, in front of him were the two hottest human beings, well not exactly human anymore, he had ever encountered and both were male. Hm, strange I never knew I was gay... or bisexual or whatever. Still Scott McCall couldn't deny that the sight before him made his dick twitch. And, hey, speaking of dicks, if the bulges in the covers were something to go by, this situation hat A LOT of potential. And that thought alone should have been enough to send him running for the hills, but... somehow watching the other two boys his inner wolf sight contentedly, feeling complete for the first time since Peter bit him.

"Hm, not to be rude or anything, but why am I naked and on the more pressing matter why is Stilinski lying in the same bed as me, also naked?" It was Jackson who broke silence stating the obvious, well duh. Speaking as silently as possible as to not wake the boy in his arms. Another strange thing, last week he wouldn't have lend Stiles a hand to help him of the floor and was more likely to kick him while he was down and now he was concerned about waking him up? Still Scott had to giggle like a schoolgirl and smirked when Jackson mentioned "pressing matters" letting his eyes travel down on the beds occupants. He was rewarded with one of Jackson's famous glares, that was until he noticed McCall had his own "pressing matter" at hand and he too broke into soft giggles, smiling softly while looking into Scott's eyes.

"Sorry your clothes were caked in mud and blood so there was nothing I could do to save them."Scott replied while getting out a spare set of clothes he had stashed at Stiles's house a while back for himself undressing, giving Jackson quiet a show, and making his way towards the bathroom before saying. "I think we should wake sleeping beauty and talk about, where we go from here but be careful he tends to punch." He snickered before closing and locking the bathroom door behind himself.

Jackson shivered remembering being punched by Stiles, the boy might have been on the scrawny side before but he packed quiet the punch, god only knows what he could do now that the transformation was completed. Sighing Jackson accepted his fate and the possibility of a black eye thinking to himself "why is it always me again"?

Two blocks away

Derek Hale was still in awe about how much stronger his senses were now he was the alpha. He could hear and smell the boys he was spying on like he were in the room with them. It made everything so much easier, he only had to wait until those tree idiots hat sorted out their issues and then the only thing left for him to do, was to claim them and make them part of his pack. He could could practically feel the powers running trough his veins. He just knew those three boys were the wolfs the scrolls spoke of. With their power at his disposal he would be able to do...

His inner monolog was stopped by pain. Invisible hands pulled him to the ground, it felt like a few tones of weight had been put on his shoulders pushing him deeper and deeper into the ground. He tried to resist but even his superior strength failed him. He barely felt the person coming towards him. He could smell that person, somehow knew that person but the pain was making it impossible to think. Hurts so much! As the person came closer Derek could feel the magic coming off the tall, well build body in waves. Witch! He thought at first but the power was way more potent then anything he had ever encountered. And finally it dawned on him that only a guardian would have that kind of power and for the first time in a long time Derek Hale experienced fear.

"Derek, Derek, Derek you stupid fuck! What were you thinking? Have you lost your fucking mind? You changed those boys way before their time! Do you have any idea what kind of danger you put us all in. They were supposed to mature and learn responsibility and now you set them lose without any training whatsoever. I would crush you like the bug that you are, but the angel of destiny forbade it. If you are wandering what is happening to you, I increased the gravity around you about threefold and it's still steadily increasing. When it reaches about six times it's natural strength there will be nothing left but a Derek sized stain on the sidewalk, just to be clear. You will listen and you will listen good. You started a chain of events that could either save us all and start an age of prosperity and peace or, well to put it mildly, if it's not that we are all fucked. Even destiny herself can't tell predict the outcome. You will do everything in your power to assist keeping those boys at bay or I will come back and next time I won't be so nice. Until we meet again!"

With the last word said Derek felt the force pulling him down vanish only to see the guardian flinging out his hand and by doing so throwing him, backside first, into a tree a few hundred yards away. Derek screamed in pain catching a short glance at the guardian before it vanished into thin air. He couldn't believe who it was. It was...

Yes I'm really ending this chapter here. Please don't kill me (hides beneath the desk)!

More soon?

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