A/N: Hi This isn't the first fic I've posted on here but it is the first Teen Wolf one :') I shouldn't really be starting another story considering I have three to update and I'm starting uni in three weeks but I only got into this fandom two weeks ago and Sterek has captured my heart :P Reviews and crit are love, I'd love to know what you think Also if you've read something like this before please let me know, I don't want to steal people's ideas/work

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN D: D:

Enjoy!

Emm xxx

Chapter one

Stiles should have expected it really. When Scott wasn't sleeping, hanging out at Stile's or sneaking off to see Allison then he was over at the Hale house. Stiles was the kind of best friend that wouldn't allow him to go to that creepy place alone, and although Derek still scared the shit out of him occasionally, Stiles was becoming closer to the little pack that had become a demented kind of family.

It was the last weekend of the summer vacation and Stiles was sitting on the porch with Lydia and Allison, sipping cloudy lemonade as they watched the wolves train. Derek was growling out orders to the five teenagers, his eyes glowing red as he watched them closely.

Allison smiled and waved happily when Scott stopped running around crazily to wink at his girlfriend briefly before the eldest werewolf could slap him on the head for breaking focus.

"You sicken me with your loved up dopiness."

Stiles mumbled as he took another slurp of Derek's admittedly delicious lemonade. Allison rolled her eyes ad nudged her boyfriend's best friend with her shoulder.

"You are such a bad liar Stiles."

"What? I am not!"

The two girls shared a meaningful glance that didn't go unnoticed by the sheriff's son and he sighed uncomfortably. He knew they were planning something like a blind date involving him; they always were after Stiles had realised that he wasn't hung up on Lydia anymore.

Before Allison could open her mouth to reply however, five sweaty werewolves came running up to them and collapsed on the steps. Stiles shuffled to accommodate Isaac as he pressed up against his side and let his curly haired head drop on the younger boy's shoulder.

Other than Scott, Isaac had recently become Stile's closest friend. He didn't complain when Isaac rang him up at one AM because he had awoken from a particularly vivid nightmare about his abusive father or shy away from close personal contact because he knew what it felt like to want to be able to trust another person without the permanent feeling of rejection.

"You smell nice."

Isaac slurred as his eyes fell closed battling with no effect to fight off sleep. Stiles smiled and patted the speaker's head.

"Yeah, yeah you too buddy."

He raised his eyes to see Derek still standing some distance away from the group, an unreadable expression flickering behind his now greenish orbs as he watched them interacting like friends; who didn't have an abnormally huge secret about their lives to obtain should interact.

But just as quickly as the expression came, it disappeared when Derek noticed that Stiles was staring at him and he scowled, facing away to pick up the stray equipment.

Stiles entered the Stilinski household after the first day back at school utterly exhausted. He toed off his sneakers and shrugged off his satchel as he made his way upstairs to his room; with the full intention of collapsing on his bed to catch up on a few hours of sleep before his dad got back from work.

"Stiles."

Stiles jumped about a foot in the air, clutching at his chest at the sound of the dark, mysterious, brooding voice.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell dude?!"

Derek moved out of the shadows of the corner of Stiles's bedroom so that he could see him clearer. His brow furrowed as his eyes scanned over the alpha werewolf's face for any clue as to why he had broken into the house yet again.

Scott hadn't told him about anything out of the ordinary going on… Well anything else that was out of the ordinary anyway and Derek had absolutely no reason to be standing in Stiles's personal space, looking like a moody underwear catalogue model.

"We need to talk."

"We do? Uh, about what?"

Derek brushed past him and headed for the desk chair in the centre of the room, easing his tall form down into it and fixing Stiles with the same emotionally stunted face he always awarded him with.

" You and Isaac… How long have you two been going out?"

The splutter of laughter that escaped from Stiles's lips unexpectedly seemed to reflect his disbelieving thoughts. Derek thought that he was dating Isaac?

"We're not going out. Why would you think that we were?"

"Look I don't care if you're gay Stiles; it's got nothing to do with me. But Isaac is a wolf and he's not always in control yet. You need to be careful okay?"

"…Okay, well thanks your warning has been noted. You can go now."

Stiles made a shooing motion with his hands and Derek stood up, making to head towards the window that definitely had not been open when Stiles had left for school that morning.

"Use the front door!"

Stiles yelled at Derek's back but the young man ignored him and swung his legs over the wooden frame then leaping down onto the grass effortlessly.

When he was certain that there were no more werewolves creeping around his room, Stiles flopped down onto his mattress, throwing an arm across his face as he tried to process what had just happened. His mind was racing as it ran through possible situations where Derek could have possibly misinterpreted his and Isaac's relationship.

He groaned when he came up with no conclusion and decided that the best action was to talk to his friend about it tomorrow.

That was going to be fun…

A/N: So first chapter is done. I hope it wasn't too bad :') I'd love to know what you think xxx