Stiles The Teen Wolf
Episode Thirteen: Epilogue

The beeping kept track of her heart beat, and Stiles couldn't help cringing with every high marker of her life. The added smell of antiseptic and death, not to even mention the old people really didn't help much on the cringe factor either. So Stiles had to cover his face as he dragged Scott into the hospital room after him.

Scott was taking it worse than Stiles, he had a bandana, one of Allison's (Stiles actually rolled his eyes when Scott opened the door to the jeep with Allison's bandana around his neck) but as far as werewolves go, Scott was taking it all okay. Not that any of the events with the Alpha made Chris Argent any more accepting of the Scott and Allison relationship, but it was taking a back seat to learning how to keep control.

With both Stiles, Derek, and the anchor Allison provided, Scott's and the safety of everyone in Beacon Hills was so far protected.

The only pressing matter that threatened any of them now was Lydia.

Peter had bitten her during Formal and she had been unconscious since, but today would be the first day that Stiles saw her since the bite.

The official reason, the excuse that he gave to Derek, was that they needed to know if Lydia was a werewolf now too. With Scott to train and Jackson itching for the bite, Derek's pack was growing at a rate the new Alpha wouldn't be able to keep up with. So Lydia would be the deciding factor on whether or not Jackson got his precious bite.

Stiles rolled his eyes again as the thought of the argument with Scott and Derek concerning Jackson. Stiles didn't think it was a good idea, Scott was completely against it, but Derek had argued that Jackson would make the pack stronger.

"What pack?! He's not going to even want to be in the pack Derek!" Stiles had argued.

"He knows what we are, he knows the risks, he knows the danger, and he still wants the bite Stiles. He doesn't want to feel weak in the face of our world and he can't just forget what he knows. If we can give him the power to protect what is his then why don't we?"

"Because he is an asshole!" Scott bellowed.

The arguments had gone back and forth for two hours until Stiles finally caved under one condition. If Lydia was a werewolf, then Jackson wouldn't let to be one.

He'd been so sure of his condition, he'd seen her get bit after all, but standing next to her bed with Scott staring at the wound on her side that hadn't healed, Stiles felt his stomach sink.

"Does this mean she's not a werewolf? Mine healed right after and so did yours right?" Scott's muffled voice asked right next to his ear as Stiles crouched to examine the wound. It was a bite. It was the bite, but she wasn't healing. He remembered Derek telling him that while they were conscious, werewolves could slow the healing process, but Lydia wasn't.

"She must not be a wolf." Stiles concluded with a sigh.

Next to him, Scott groaned long and loud.

Derek would give Jackson the bite.

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"I can't believe that freakin' prick is going to be a part of my pack!" Stiles paced his room in frustration and Derek could only raise an eyebrow as he watched his mate go.

"Stiles, he doesn't have to be a part of anything. He can choose to be an Omega if he wants." Derek reached out a hand and snagged Stiles wrist on the smaller wolf's twentieth pass by. Stiles only grunted as he was pulled down on top of Derek.

"Why would you want an Omega on the loose Derek? The Argents are still in town and he's an asshole! Our pack is perfect now the way it is. We have you as Alpha and Scott and I get along just fine." Stiles settled himself against Derek's chest, but his displeasure was palpable in the air.

Derek sighed deeply as he rested his back against the window sill, wrapping sure arms around Stiles.

"Stiles I'm a new Alpha with the Hale name and territory and two Betas on my side. Beacon Hills isn't just going to calm down after everything that happened. Omegas will come for the Alpha power, other wolves will come for the territory. We won't be able to live without fighting and Jackson knows. He's not protected by oblivion, he knows and he smells like wolf because of his hand in taking down Peter. He smells like pack because he helped the pack and the only way to protect him is to give him the power to protect himself." Derek nuzzled his nose against Stiles temple as the younger wolf rearranged himself so that his back was against Derek's chest and he was between the new Alpha's legs.

He took a moment to sigh and thump his head back against Derek's shoulder before he relented.

"Fine. Give him the bite. Give a complete and total asshole power. That won't have serious repercussions."

Derek bit into Stiles' open neck, hard at first making Stiles yelp and jump, before he soothed it with laps of his tongue. Stiles relaxed back with a moan, closing his eyes in pleasure.

"We aren't done with this conversation. I'm going to make a long list of reasons why turning Jackson is a bad idea." Stiles said as he tilted his head to the side, giving Derek more room to work with. Derek's smirk pressed against his thumping pulse.

"And I'll do what I want anyways. I'm the Alpha Stiles, you chose me for this. Whatever goes wrong, we'll handle it as a pack. Now sit still and let me taste you."

Stiles hadn't noticed he was squirming until Derek used force to try and still him, but he could only moan at the show of power. His instincts wanted to whine and wiggle at this attention from not only his mate, but his Alpha, but he kept a good hold on himself.

They both froze however when the loud bang of the front door closing echoed through the house.

"Shit!" Stiles cursed, scrambing out of Derek's lap to look out the window at his dad's police cruiser. "He's home from his shift. You gotta go!" He pulled on Derek's arm to get the big wolf up and growled when Derek chuckled.

"Stiles?" His dad's voice came from the bottom of the stairs before footsteps made their way up it. Stiles released a tiny scream at the back of his throat as he tried to physically manhandle Derek out the window. It only worked because Derek wasn't protesting, and soon they were on opposite sides of the window.

"Are you going to do it today?" Stiles asked as they looked at each other like they'd never see each other again. Derek nodded.

"Tonight. He's been coming to the house every night since Peter died, I figured tonight would be as good as any night."

Stiles frowned before wincing as his dad's footsteps came so close to his door.

"Fine fine fine, I'll see you tomorrow for training with Scott." He leaned out the window and Derek leaned in to meet him half way. The kiss wasn't the quick peck he was going for. Derek deepened it instantly and dove into Stiles' mouth like he owned it, which he did.

The sound of his door knob being turned broke Stiles out of it.

"Go!" He hissed.

"Stiles? Why didn't you answer me if you were awake, it's three in the morning what are you still doing up?" Sheriff John Stilinski frowned as he watched Stiles close the bedroom window slowly before turning to face him.

The smile on Stiles face was wide and dreamy.

"Just waiting up for you dad."

John smiled sarcastically, but as he opened his mouth to speak, Stiles' phone belted out the lyrics to Taylor Swift's Love Story.

Without a pause, Stiles dove for his phone and answered as his dad shook his head and left, closing the door behind him.

"Yello Scotty, what can I do for you at two forty five in the morning?" Stiles laughed, feeling just a little bit giddy.

"So you talked to him right? What did he say? Is he going to give Jackson the bite?" Scott rattled off impatiently.

The giddy feeling died a little. "Yeah. He's doing it tonight. Don't worry though, Derek said he wouldn't become any part of the pack. It's still just you me and Derek."

"Since when am I part of the pack?" Scott asked lightly.

"Since you're my best friend Scott. Okay?" Stiles snorted like Scott was the stupidest person he ever talked to.

"But I don't trust Derek. I don't want him as an Alpha or as pack, or as anything." Stiles felt his heart plummet to his stomach at Scott's words.

"Scott, you've been training with us. You've come to pack meetings, Derek's been helping you."

"Stiles, it wasn't pack meetings…I felt like a third wheel on you guy's date."

Stiles groaned into the phone. "Scott we are there to help you learn control! Having a pack can help you with that! Your first full moon hasn't even come yet, do you want to be pack-less and go through it alone?"

Stiles heard it when Scott's resolve broke, but he had to make another jab, just for what Scott had said not two seconds before. "You are going to end up hurting someone. Your mom, Allison, you are going to end up dead Scott. You didn't ask for it, and neither did I, but we're here Scott. Both of us. If you don't trust Derek, at least trust me."

And with that, Scott broke. "Okay. I know all that I just…I know what he means to you Stiles, but I never wanted…"

"I know." Stiles sighed. "I know but we gotta stick together Scott. When a threat comes, and it will come, we need each other. We protect each other, and that means protecting the people who matter the most."

"Like you protected Allison." Scott breathed. "Okay. Okay I'm in. I can trust in you."

"It won't be just us forever okay?" Stiles got up and went to turn off the lights, bathing the room in onyx shadows before laying down. "We'll protect this town. It's our territory dude."

Scott laughs a little. Helplessly but honest none the less.

The phone starts to buzz against Stiles ear and with a soft goodbye to Scott, Stiles picks up the second call without seeing who it is.

"Hello."

"You're my mate." Derek's voice was rough through the phone and the words were so unexpected that Stiles hesitated, enough time for Derek to keep going. "I don't think we've had the conversation we promised. Not that we really need it but…We're mates. I don't know if we always were or if we slowly got to that point over time, but we're mates."

Stiles' smile comes over his face slowly, but it's wide and happy. Inside his chest, the feeling of 'rightness' bubbles up like a shaken soda can.

Too bad it wouldn't last.

A/N: Alright my readers, that was it for Season One. You guys will be happy to know that the in two days with the Requests from both FFnet and ArchivesOfOurOwn, we have reached 50 requests for Season Two. So I will be putting it up as soon as I finish the first chapter. Now, here is a few things you guys need to know.

Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are important parts of Season Two, so they will make their appearance and they will be wolves, but at different points in time.

This is Stiles' story. Scott and Allison's Romeo and Juliet love story is not the main act and will take a back seat, if it is really touched upon again. Honestly, if you want to see Scott and Allison's love story, just watch Teen Wolf from the beginning. This is all Stiles' and consequentially Derek's story.

And third, I do have a basic plot in mind and it will get very VERY different from original. This is where things diverge from the Canon, if you don't like that, just let this first Season be the end, alright? Now I love you all and until next time

UPDATE! VERY IMPORTANT!: So my loyal readers, Season Two Chapter One is officially up. I hope you guys aren't tired of waiting so long, my life got about 50 shades of complicated all at once. I've been working like a dog, but hey, the story isn't over yet. I hope you guys stick with me through Season Two and keep reviewing so I have a reason to post chapters faster. Go read the sequel

Stiles The Teen Wolf Season Two