A/N: When I first checked out this section. It was just a little bit of fics here and there. Now, its like an explosion has happened. XD I love that everyone else has seen the slashiness possibilities in Teen Wolf. I have been inspired by everyone's fics and I hope you like my fic too. I absolutely love this show and hope that it will stay renewed for another season.

Also I will be setting up a community where you can discuss the story with me. Any review question will be answered in that area. Don't want to take up space in the story, you know.

And I would like a beta. So if you're free and great at that. Please contact me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf and its characters and do not in any way benefit/ profit off the show and MTV productions/ station.

If I did own it, I would probably be knocked up with Tyler Hoechlin's kid right now. Just saying.

Fan fiction: Teen Wolf

Main pairings: Derek/Stiles, Jackson/Scott

Secondary pairings: Scott/Stiles, Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia, Stiles/Lydia

Beginning from episode: 3 (Pack Mentality)

About boys, men, and wolves.

Chapter 1: Stiles Stilinski is boy on his way to becoming a weird young man.

Stiles Stilinski was just a normal teenage boy.

There was nothing strange about him. At least that's what he thought. He was the son of the town's sheriff. Which was supposed to give him some leeway around his small town and a feeling of authority. Unfortunately for him, that didn't happen and would never happen in his natural born life.

No, he could not say he was popular or even known except for fact that his father was the sheriff. But the problem was, teenagers didn't really want to get to know the kid whose father had busted them for underage drinking the night before. But that didn't matter, Stiles had intelligence, good looks, height, somewhat spastic tendencies and, ahem, ADD.

And he had a best friend. Someone who understood him and his weird, random ways and also fit the outcast uniform that his little town had dumped upon him. Scott McCall was a good friend. They practically lived at each others house and knew everything about one another. They were normal teenage boys.

Key word being were.

That was in the past but in the present things had changed.

Stiles was still a normal teenaged boy

But Scott, well Scott was now a teen wolf.

Sitting his dusty old jeep, Stiles tapped his fingers along his steering wheel. It was Saturday night and here he was, waiting for his best friend to come out of an burned and depilated house that belong to Derek Hale, a beta and basically better of Scott. In rank and interms of strength.

Not that Stiles thought about his best friend's body and compared it to the stoic young man. Nope, Stiles didn't do stuff like that. Nuh uh, no way, buddy.

But after everything that had happened, Stiles couldn't help but think that he was being pranked. Or that none of this had actually happened and it was a dream that his over hyped imagination had created this after watching Twilight.

What? Don't judge him.

Lydia likes Twilight and of course, he would watch it so if it came up in a conversation. That Lydia was involved in, of course. He would be able to give opinions and replay what had happened in the movie. So he watched it.

Though, it was crappy and now he thought it was nothing compared to what he had gone and is going through. But he had to stop thinking so much. He could hear his father's voice in the jumbles that made up his mind, saying that he need to pay more attention to his surroundings and stop letting his head wander up into the clouds.

Shaking his head, an exasperated sigh slid out of the stern line his lips made and his fingers stopped their tapping. The waiting and his inability to sit still finally got him to a point where he grabbed his phone and jumped out of his car. If Scott wouldn't come to him then he would go to Scott. Checking his phone for the time, he typed a quick message to his fellow player on the lacrosse team.

"Where the hell are you?"

Moving around the front of his car, he moved towards the Hale house. Stilinski had become brave, well what one could consider being brave during a time of distress dealing with something that wanted to tear you apart.

'Damn it, Scott. I'm not taxi service. Especially since my car isn't yellow and I don't have one of those timer thingies that charge the customers. I think I should get it though since I have to pick up and drop off Scott all the damn time.'

While Stiles was in his thinking mode, his body continued to move toward the house and stepped up onto the creaky porch. Fingers that were long and thin clasped the gold rusted knob in a small grip before slightly turning it.

'I hate going into this house. I feel like something going fall on me. Then I'll die or at least be paralyzed and Scott will find my body and have to explain to my dad what I was doing here and I can't sue…

"Stiles?"

'Derek cause he doesn't any money. Or does he? He got that sweet car. Bastard's probably loaded. Then why doesn't fix this crappy place. I swear, he needs Extreme Home Makeover to come up in here.'

"Stiles?"

'But then again, I doubt that he would want them there. Being all broody and close off. Look how he's stopping himself from getting good things by being a closed off jerk.'

"Stiles!"

'And girls think he's hot. All he does is stand there, all mean looking. What girl would want that caveman compared to a intelligent conversationalist like me'

"Stiles!"

'I just need to gain muscles. I wonder how….'

"STILES!"

At that call of his name, he spotted his good buddy Scott McCall standing next to the passenger side of his jeep. Arms stuck out in frustration, he sent a glare to the teen that stood on the lonely porch. Letting go of the knob with his hand, he placed it on the back of his neck and rubbed it sheepishly.

"Sorry man, wasn't paying attention there."

"I can see that. Geez, what the heck were you thinking about?"

Scott dropped his arms to his sides and stared in disbelief. He was calling Stiles for a good two minutes and the guy didn't even acknowledge that he heard. Shrugging and placing his hands in his jeans pocket, the brown haired boy smiled.

"You know. This and that."

"Well stop thinking about this and that and get your ass down here so we can go home."

As soon as those words left Scott's mouth, it reminded Stiles of his previous anger that simmered while he drifted off into his thoughts. Jumping from the porch, he moved toward the car with a hard solid walk.

"You got some nerve, McCall." The brown haired teen said, using the same tone that Scott's somewhat rival Jackson used. "I've been waiting out here since ten and its eleven going on twelve now."

"I'm sorry." The newly beta said while opened the door and sliding inside the car. Stiles, ignoring the comment, crossed over to the driver's side and got in. Slamming the door shut, the fidgeting boy started the car's engine and placed his hands on the steering wheel. Brown eyes stared forward towards the lighten path that the dusty headlights created upon the dirt ground.

"Dude, I'm sorry." Scott repeated. Turning his body towards his friend, he sighed. "It's getting hard with keeping up with Derek." He ran his fingers through his black hair and leaned his elbow against the car door.

"I sent you a text."

"I know. I saw them." Scott said stressing the word them. Stiles ignored it. It wasn't his fault that he sent the former asthma ridden boy a bunch of text. Maybe it would teach the young wolf to answer back instead being an ass.

"Then answer it, next time. I don't have no freaky powers to save my ass if something goes down." Wiggling his fingers in front of his face, Stilinski demonstrated the freaky powers he would have, if he could. They would work through his fingers. You know, since he did a lot of things with his hands.

Not like that, pervs. Normal stuff. Well, that is normal for a teenage boy but Stiles is not referring to that. Mind out the gutter, people.

"Yeah, I'm sure your spirit fingers wouldn't even scare a cat away." McCall snorted, leaning back in his seat and grinning.

Resisting the urge to flip off his best friend, he drove from the Hale residence and got onto the road.

"So what did you learn today, young grasshopper?"

"Ugh, just more control stuff." Scott flipped open his phone and browsed through his text messages with his left hand. "You know how it is. Derek lecturing, me listening. Him getting pissed off because I really wasn't."

Laughing, Stiles shook his head. "Are you sure its not you who has ADD."

The teen wolf rolled his eyes and paused in his phone surfing to look at his buddy. "No, jerk face. I just get tired of hearing the same crap over and over and over."

Pulling himself into a rigid position and sitting up straight, Scott began to speak in voice that sounded nothing like Derek's but would made you instantly figure out who he's imitating.

"You gotta stay away from Allison and do what I say. It's only way you'll survive and blah, blah, blah, blah."

Hearing Stilinski's laugh, he relaxed back into his seat and rolled his eyes upward. "I hear that everyday. I feel like shooting myself sometimes."

Stiles gave him a smirking grin as he turned the corner towards Scott's house. "Why? You know that unless its a special kind of bullet, nothing's going to happen. But you will get street cred."

"Do I want street cred?"

"Who wouldn't want that? It's street cred. Makes you badass."

Stiles pulled in front of the McCall's house and stopped the car.

"Well, here's your stop. That would be twenty seventy-five." The teen said holding out his hand. Scott snickered, slapping it with his own and opened the door.

"I'll pay you later. Cause right now I'm broke." He hopped out and closed the door with a small slam. Leaning against it, he smiled at his friend.

"Liar, probably spending your money on Allison." Putting his hands back on the steering wheel, Stiles scoffed. "Now get off, so I get my ass home before my dad does."

McCall sent him one last smile and moved off the car, watching as his friend drove from his house. He moved towards his house and opened the door. Hearing no sounds, he assumed hopefully that his mom wasn't home. The black haired teen really didn't want to run out the house and climb in through his window just to avoid his mother's wrath.

Quickly running up the stairs, Scott changed out his clothes and pulled on a plaid pair of pajamas pants. Sliding into his bed, he grabbed his phone and sent Stiles a text before closing his eyes. He waited all day to have his Allison dreams as his best friend like to joke. Of course Scott disagrees. So what he likes sleeping even more now. And it just happens to be a coincidence that he dreams about Allison.

…..Mind your business. He's going to sleep now.

On arriving home, Stiles checked his phone while he locked the front door.

"Tomorrow, why don't you come with me for training?"

He moved toward the kitchen smiling at the text.

'Aww, he's just like an forgetful boyfriend, trying to make it up to his girl.'

He paused.

'I'm not his girl. Erase. Erase. Erase that from your mind.'

Shaking his head to erase the thought, Stiles went through his motions of getting ready for bed. Crawling, well flopping into his bed, he laid on his back, gripping his phone in his hand. The window that was partially open, let in a stream of cold air that made the teen rethink his pajamas choice. Apparently a grey t-shirt with his boxers doesn't work well with this town's weather.

He sent a reply to Scott, agreeing to go and moved his arm over his eyes. Somehow he had bad feeling about showing up to Derek and Scott's werewolf bonding meeting. Derek didn't like him and wouldn't hesitate to inflict pain upon him if needed be. And that was whenever Stiles said something that just popped up in his mind.

Scott could take the abuse, after he was a werewolf. But all the bodily harm threats and the actual acts of bodily harm. Stiles wondered if it would be best for him to be there.

Then again, Stiles Stilinski wasn't known for having a right state of mind. After all, this is Stiles and if it could help him gain more information to help his best friend. Then he would be there with bells on.

Well, not actually bells.

But he could use his cell. There's probably a bell ring tone on his phone. He could use that. Closing his eyes, the brown haired teen smiled. It was going to be eventful tomorrow and hopefully, Scott wouldn't have to save him from big bad Derek Hale. Even though watching the two werewolves fight would be AWESOME!

Meaning that it would be educational to see how they fight. You know, like watching the discover channel and seeing how wild animals interact. Not to say he thought his best friend and Hale were wild. He just thought….yeah, he's just going to stop thinking now.

Sighing he moved on his side and let his cell lay next his head.

With all this supernatural stuff, he just hoped things would go back to normal. At least as normal as they could be because even though Scott McCall was no longer normal.

Stiles Stilinski was still just a normal teenage boy.

TBC