Hi guys, this is my first attempt at fan fiction. Please dont kill me, im just a harmless victim to the Sterek fandom and loving every minute of it. Sooo yeah, here ya go. Read and review. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I rated the story M for safety, there will more then likely be a need for it in coming chapters, i hope to have them up at least 3-4 times a week.

I own nothing. Never have and probably never will, but when if i do, i promise Sterek for all.

He hates waking up early. Hates it. Its one of his few pet peeves. So of course when he gets a text from Derek at 10pm the night before, asking him- no, demanding him to grace everyone with his presence(ok, maybe not Derek's exact words) at 7:30 in the morning at the Hale house, Stiles naturally declines, making a hue fuss over needing beauty sleep and how is greatness doesn't come naturally (well it does but that's beside the point) he should have expected an impromptu home invasion by said Sourwolf.

Not even 10 minutes after texting him back Derek slips in through Stiles window. Stiles is used to it though, not so much as flinching when he returns to his room to see a large, brooding Derek Hale sprawled out on his bed. Wearing his typical dark getup. Though his leather jacket is neatly hung on the back of Stiles computer chair, seriously he thinks, Derek is getting way to comfortable with the whole breaking and entering bit.

He's about to open his mouth to make note of it but is quickly cut off when Derek holds his phone out to him, Stiles previous text opened on the screen.

"Is there something I can do for you Wolfman?" he asks. Derek only frowns deeper at the nickname, giving Stiles his best 'I will eat you' glare.

"Your coming to the meeting" he says with an undertone growl.

"Well you see Mr. Sourwolf here's the thing, I sent you this text explaining, in great detail I might add, WHY I wasn't going to be able to attend said meeting on such shor-" stiles is cut off by Derek, who, with the grace of a cat(though he will never say it aloud) leapt from the bed and had stiles pinned against the door, his hands on his shoulders and fangs just starting to poke out from under his lips, eyes flashing from hazel green to red and back

"You are part of the pack and your coming to the meeting. It was not a question." he growled out

"Uh Derek, the claws, can you please lay off the claws, Im not a super powered fast healing werewolf like the rest of the "pack". He says making Air quotes.

Derek, realizing that his claws were just millimeters from breaking skin, eased off stiles shoulders. "Sorry" he grunts out, a pang of guilt showing in his scowl.

"Its fine, your still getting used to the whole supercharged Alpha power right?"

"Yes" Derek admits, the guilt easing of a little "but its still not an excuse to hurt one of my pack members, especially not one of the humans."

"You mean Almost hurt one of your pack members, and besides, since when did being human earn me any special treatment in this pack of ours, if I remember correctly I've taken almost as much of a beating as you have in this whole fiasco. More so if you include Erica beating me over the head with part of my own Jeep. " Derek grimaces, still not sure what his idiot beta was thinking.

"Anyways, what's so special about this pack meeting that I have to wake up early in the morning, on a SUNDAY, I might add, that cant wait until a little later in the afternoon?"

Derek just stares at him, as if to say that he should already know. After a few seconds he responds "Just be there" "bu-" "Or else" he adds on before stiles can get a word out, striding swiftly to the still opened window before swing himself out in the darkness of night.

"Gee, what a guy." he said under his breath. He could swear he heard a snort of laughter ring out in the dark.