Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction, despite always reading FF I've never written any, so I thought I'd finally give it a shot! Please excuse any spelling or grammar errors, as those aren't my strong points, but I hope you enjoy the story! I'd like constructive comments, if any :) Thank you and enjoy!

Unwillingly Willing

by REMDreams

It was all over the news that morning as he ate breakfast quickly with his father in their little kitchen. The suspected killer, Derek Hale, was being set free that morning with a clean record. Nothing could link the man, who had been held in prison for almost one year, to the crimes that were committed. Stiles heard his father curse under his breath as he got up from his seat to put his dish in the sink.

"This is what makes my job hard; when others don't do theirs. Now I have to protect this town from that lunatic again." Sheriff Stilinski said before downing the rest of his juice.

Stiles stared at the TV screen for a second before he stood up to grab his bag. "Yeah, it is a shame they let him go. But if you think about it, he didn't have any motive or any cause for anything other than-"

"Stiles aren't you going to be late for school?" His father asked and Stiles hurriedly put his things in the sink before heading to the door.

"I'm just saying!" He said as he put on his shoes in a hurry. "See you tonight?" The teenager asked standing by the open front door.

"I'll have to work late tonight Stiles. I'm sorry. You'll be alright, right?" The Sheriff asked.

"Y-yeah." Stiles smiled.

"Not scared are you?"

"Haha, no!" Stiles laughed and ran out the house to his jeep. He put the jeep in drive and peeled out of his driveway to school. He wasn't concerned in the least about the man he'd heard little about since his arrest one year ago. He was concerned about his father and whether or not he was over working himself and was he eating properly. After his mother passed six years ago things had changed around there house and Stiles couldn't bear to even think about losing his father. He'd been taking care of himself and his father, even though his father would like to believe he was doing the brunt of the work, but Stiles let him have it. He wanted his father to live a long and health life.

When he pulled into the parking lot he spotted Scott, his best friend since elementary school, walking inside the building. Stiles quickly got out and jogged over to him and met up with him three steps into the school.

"'sup?" Stiles asked throwing his arm around his best friend.

"Hey, Stiles!" Scott smiled. "Did you hear about that Hale guy getting out of jail? My mom wanted me to stay home today. I should have!" Scott laughed.

"Yeah, my dad was angry about it this morning. He wasn't in the mood." Stiles shook his head.

"I know what you mean. But you know what? He doesn't even live around here so our parents have nothing to worry about."

"I think he lives off of highway 47 or something." Stiles shrugged as they headed into their first class which they shared together. The rest of the day was uneventful except for Stiles gagging at Scott and Allison making out by the bathrooms. It smelled over there and only magic could help them breathe in an area like that.

After school Stiles got a call from his dad as he headed to his jeep.

"Hey Stiles, I won't be home early like I said, but can you pick up some things from the store. When I get home it'll be too late."

"Sure dad." Stiles pulled out a pen from his pocket and a notebook from his backpack and took down the things his father wanted. He also added a few things he wanted before hanging up the phone. Just as he was about to get in his jeep Scott tapped him on his shoulder.

"Going home, now?" Scott asked.

"Well…yeah, I have nothing else to do really, unless you want to count making dinner and research and homework and that paper for English…yeah."

"Haha, want to come over to my house for a while tonight?"

"I have to go shopping, Scott."

"Do it after." Scott smirked and Stiles couldn't help but smirk back.

"Alright, alright." Scott punched his friend on the shoulder playfully before getting on his bike and heading out of the school parking lot, while Stiles followed suit in his jeep.

When they reached Scott's place his mother was still at work so the boys chilled out in the living room knocking back cans of soda and bags of chips. There were frozen snacks in the fridge but neither of them wanted to heat them up at the moment.

The guys were now in a deep conversation about lacrosse and Scott was telling his friend that he really wanted to score the winning goal.

"If I do that, I'll get popular. I'm sure of it." Scott said.

"I don't know, I mean one goal is one goal." Stiles huffed.

"Stiles, aren't you tired of being a nobody?" Scott asked turning to his friend. "Every day we walk the halls with no real purpose. I want friends and a little respect."

"I'm your friend." Stiles said turning to him with a small frown.

"Of course you are Stiles!" Scott grinned at him trying his best to find a way to take back his little insult. He didn't mean it.

"Ah, whatever. I think what we have here is fine. No one to bug us or spread gossip, plus you have a girlfriend, which is more than I can say." Stiles said stuffing his face with some salt and vinegar chips.

"Stiles…" Scott huffed and laid back on the sofa. "Sometimes…I just want to fit in a little more."

Stiles shook his head and laughed, but he knew what his friend met. He just didn't want the attention.

The rest of the night was spent eating, watching TV, and eventually hooking up the XboxOne for a round of Call of Duty Ghost. After all was said in done and Scott's mom came home Stiles had to leave to get food for his house. He did want to stay for dinner, but he thought making a healthy dinner for his dad was more important that night.

He hopped in his jeep and blazed it to the store. When he got inside he quickly picked up everything that he needed and even got something new to try, kale. He had heard it was a super food so he wanted his dad to try it mostly.

As he stood in line to check out he overheard a conversation coming from the customer service station. He looked over and saw this tall man with black hair in a leather jacket leaning into this guy on the other side of the counter. They were both yelling at each other about something, but Stiles wasn't sure what.

Just as he was getting ready to pay for his food the guy grabbed his small bag off the counter and stormed out of the shop. Stiles and the cashier both looked at him as he left. Quickly Stiles tossed the money to the cashier lady and headed out the store to his jeep. His curiosity was getting the best of him.

He watched as the guy headed to a black Camaro parked sideways in the parking lot. As the guy started to get into the car Stiles, without thinking yelled "HEY!"

He stopped and looked over at him, his hazel eyes piercing into Stiles' brown. Stiles felt a cold chill break out over his body as a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't sure if he was about to go into a panic attack or not, and he wasn't sure if it was because of fear or…something else?

What he was certain of in that moment was that raven haired man staring at him from the black Camaro was Derek Hale. He was the man that his father had told him to stay away from many times when they were trying to catch him a year ago. He was the guy that now distressed his father and the man that had sent a chill so deep in Stiles' body to the core it rang.

Eventually Stiles snapped out of his little trance when he noticed that Derek wasn't moving his gaze from him. Stiles looked around the parking lot and noticed they were the only two people standing outside. There were several other cars, but they were parked in the back far away from them.

"D-damnit." Stiles said letting out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding. "Ahh…that…that wasn't me. Nope. Haha!" Stiles turned to his jeep and began to put his bags inside on the back seat. He had done many stupid things in his life, but that was the stupidest.

Just as the last bag was being placed in the back seat he heard footsteps approaching him from behind. He thought about hurrying into his jeep and taking off or running down the parking lot to the main street, but he knew that this guy would out run him, he could feel it.

So when his head made full contact with the metal of his jeep he let out a scream that was equal to that of a little girl. He didn't even try to move out of the older man's grip, it was so tight he was grabbing not only his shirt but a portion of his flesh too. He felt the warmth of Derek's breath on the side of his neck because he was so close to him at this point. So when Derek opened his mouth to speak Stiles was breathing hard enough that he was seconds away from a panic attack. His chest was tightening up on him, his eyes were watering, and no matter how hard he tried to breath he could never get enough air into his lungs. He was about to go into shock if this kept up.

"You're the little shit that found me." Derek hissed in Stiles' ear. His voice was darker than he remembered it.

"Huh, what?" Stiles asked through wheezes.

"Don't play with me!" Derek practically growled out. "You're the sheriff's kid."

Stiles' eyes couldn't grow any wider, but if they could they would. It was true that on more than one occasion he had helped his father solve crimes around town. Although what he saw as helping his father, his father saw as annoying, he knew it was true, but he just wanted to help.

"I…I don't know about that." Stile wheezed out.

Derek flipped the boy over so he was now facing him head on and got closer to the younger boy's face to the point that he could feel the heat radiating off the older man.

"Look at me." Derek commanded and Stiles reluctantly slowly started to turn his head toward the taller, stronger, more dangerous man. When their eyes met finally Stiles' trembling panic seem to fade away almost at an instant. Never in his life since he started to have panic attacks were there ever a time that they just stopped. It was always a gradual decline back to normal.

The two stared at each other for what felt like ages until Derek finally spoke again. What he said still rung in Stiles' ears even when he was home in bed after he had stayed up half the night waiting for his father to come home. It was still with him the next day at school, and even through lunch where Scott talked the majority of the time for the first time in their friendship.

"Is everything alright, Stiles?" Scott finally asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure." Stiles said picking at his food.

"Bro, you are never this quiet. What's up?"

Stiles stared at his friend for a long while thinking over what and how to phase and say what he wanted to without it sounding completely outlandish and ludicrous. "It's just…I was at the store last night and…ran into…Derek Hale."

"What?"

"Yeah. And I kind of provoked him and he remembered me."

"Provoked?"

"And he says that he's going to be watching me closely from now on. He said that he was going to watch over me like a hawk watches for prey."

"Watching you? What the hell, man you need to call the cops!" Scott said seriously concerned.

"I can't…I mean…technically I am the cops, Scott!"

"You know what I mean, tell your dad!"

The thought of telling his father that he; one: saw Derek; and two: talked to him; and three: he remembered him, would be enough to cause his dad to fall flat on his back dead; kale or no kale.

"I don't think that'll work, Scott. What we are dealing with right here is a cold blooded killer!" Stiles said loudly enough to cause a few heads to turn in his direction in the lunchroom.

"I thought you said Derek didn't do it?" Scott asked after a moment.

"Yeah, I mean that was before he remembered me, ya know?" Stiles rubbed his head in confusion. "Everything is all messed up!"

"Stiles, relax, we'll figure something out!" Scott said patting his friend on the back just as his girlfriend sat down at the table.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" She asked.

"Nothing, I have to go." Stiles said getting up from the table and slinging his book bag over his shoulder. He headed straight to the library where he was going to do some intense studying about Derek Hale's past. He was sure last year that there wasn't enough evidence to put him away, but the courts found enough to hold him long enough. Now Stiles had the duty of making sure his assumptions were correct. He refused to have his father find him dead in a ditch off of highway 47.

The next day came around before Stiles knew it. It was Saturday morning which met he had worked through the night looking up things about Derek after he arrived home. At first he just scanned a few websites, and then he started to collect data and book mark things. After checking and rechecking his facts he was sure he had everything there was to know about Derek Hale.

He was 27 years old, born and raised in Beacon Hills, had a sister and a mother and father, all of whom where deceased from a house fire. From there things took an interesting turn. Derek left Beacon Hill for a while, returning in his 20s where he lived in what was left of the burned house, or at least that is what he told the cops. It wasn't until he turned 26 that he was caught up in a string of murders that were somehow connected to him, but Stiles could never figure out how.

One he was always near the murders, expect one, he was out of town then. He also had no motive to kill these people. One was a teenager and the other four adults. Beacon Hills hadn't been the same after the killing spree and because of that quite a few families left the area. But after hearing that Derek was set free with no connection to the murders, there was talk about more people living the town.

Yet again, Stiles still didn't see a motive. Nowhere in any case files or police reports were there any talk of Derek having a clean motive or any connection to these people. They were just random Janes and Johns in the wrong place at the wrong time for another murderer who was clearly still alive somewhere in or around Beacon Hills.

Stiles closed his laptop and relaxed into his seat closing his eyes. He felt more at easy reassuring himself that Derek wasn't a killer, yet there was still in the back of his mind the small possibility that he still could be, and that scared him.