Hi! Had an idea for a quick story and it turned into this. Hope you like it. :)

-evilkoalaforce

CHAPTER 1 – Bad Luck

Stiles was on his computer when his phone rang. It was Derek. Stiles frowned and answered it.

"You do know that you called Stiles, right?" he didn't hear a response. "Derek?!" and then the call was over. Stiles shrugged and put his phone back in his pocket. He tried to forget about the call but it was making him nervous. He wasn't really into danger and threats at the moment but there wasn't really any choice was there.

"Fuck.." Stiles stood from his desk grabbed his car keys and drove over to Derek's abandoned house.

When Stiles reached his house, he couldn't find Derek anywhere. His steps turned from a frantic jog to sneaking around ready to fuck some shit up. Finally he was outside Derek's bedroom. Stiles walked carefully inside and saw Derek on his bed, sleeping. Stiles was confused. What the hell? Is this some kind of prank? I'm going kill everyone if this turned out to be nothing. But everybody else were out of town this week. Stiles was supposed to go with them but Dad needed him home, just in case he starts getting in trouble in another county. Stiles wasn't really okay with his decision but understood his dad and stayed home.

Stiles sneaked a little closer and looked at Derek. He looked like...Derek. He then took all his courage and tried to wake him up. He touched him slightly and suddenly Derek jumped out of bed, fully turned werewolf, knocking Stiles on the ground. Derek growled loudly and then seemed surprised by it.

Stiles frowned by his awkward behavior. Derek coughed and turned to him "I'm really sorry. I don't know what came into me. I'm..." and this is where Derek stopped.

Stiles answered his eyes wide "Derek?"

Derek smiled "Hi Derek! I'm really sorry I can't remember my name."

"You are Derek, I'm Stiles..."

"Oh, thanks..."

He helped Stiles up who was still in shock. Derek looked at his hands and said in a surprised high pitched voice "Holy cow?! What's wrong with my hands?"

"What did you just say?" Stiles looked at him almost laughing.

"Oh my god! Is this a costume? No?" he stared at Stiles waiting for an answer and looked at his hands again "I should get a manicure."

Stiles shook his head "I cant believe this is happening to me." He sat down on a chair and touched the bridge of his nose. Okay... I am alone with an alpha who doesn't know who or what he is. Everybody is gone until the end of the week. It could be a trick. Maybe somebody wanted Derek in this vulnerable position. I can't protect him, well not like he could. Stiles was thinking any possible thought so he could calculate the best way to move forward. Out of nowhere he heard a scream in the bathroom. It was Derek. He ran to him and saw him in front of the mirror.

"What am I? What's wrong with my face? What's happening?" Derek was freaking out.

Stiles grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes "You are Derek. Calm down."

Derek nodded "Okay."

Stiles continued "Now, don't freak out..."

"I am already freaking out!" Derek snapped back.

Stiles sighed loudly "No you are not. Because Derek does not freak out. Ever. He usually hits me or stares angrily into the darkness." Stiles continued to ramble. Derek took his hand from his and hit Stiles on the shoulder.

"Ow! That hurt. What was that for?" Stiles rubbed his now bruised shoulder.

"You said I hit you." he said quickly.

"Yes, but... No!" Stiles frowned and Derek looked ashamed. "Okay forget what I said." Stiles tried to get to the point. "Derek, something happened with your brain. That is why you can't remember who you are. It must be a witch or a spell..." Stiles started to think.

Derek laughed "A witch." when he saw that Stiles didn't laugh he stopped "A witch!? They are real?"

"Yeah, so are you." Stiles pointed to a mirror.

"What do you mean?" Derek looked into the mirror, first at himself then at Stiles who was frowning a little.

"You are a werewolf." Stiles said carefully looking at his reaction.

Derek was oddly calm and touched his face. The word seemed to put something in it's right place.

Stiles continued "You can change back, just calm down and think about it"

He did that and soon enough he was normal again. Stiles nodded "Good. Now can you remember anything?"

Derek was still staring at himself "I'm a werewolf" he whispered "An alpha?"

"Yes!" Stiles jumped up "Yes, you are. What else can you remember?"

Derek looked at Stiles "You look familiar."

Stiles grinned "Of course I'm really important."

Derek frowned "I thought you said I hit you a lot."

"And I then said forget that I said that" he answered quickly and lead Derek back to the bedroom and made him sit down. "Think hard. What is the last thing you remember?" He sat on the floor in front of him.

Derek laid back on the chair and stared at the ceiling, trying to remember. "I was running... Probably in the woods and then I stopped." He looked at Stiles remembering "I saw something."

"What?" Stiles asked

"I'm not sure." he sighed.

Stiles sighed too "Okay. Can you remember your last name?

"Hale?"

"Correct! Can you remember that you are a werewolf?"

"Kind of... I remember the moment I became an alpha. Not what happened but the change in me. My face is familiar. But I can't remember what I did yesterday or the day before that. I can't form any memory. I just know who I am – Derek Hale, a werewolf."

Stiles was thinking too hard to realise that Derek stopped. He then finally looked up "What do you feel? Try to remember your feelings." Stiles knew this was a long shot because Derek showed less emotions than a vegetable.

Derek nodded "If I think about my family... I feel really sad. If I think about my friends... I feel really protective and sad. If I think about the last thing I remember I feel... scared."

Stiles looked at him mouth open in surprise. He couldn't get used to the way Derek Hale was acting and talking.

Derek continued "If I think about werewolves I feel power, strength. If I think about you" he looked at Stiles now " I feel confused" He and Stiles both frowned at each other.

Stiles broke the silence "We should go outside. Check the forest out, maybe it will trigger something."

"Good idea!" Derek jumped up.

Stiles looked at him surprised. "Wow somebody is optimistic."

"Well, it is a good idea. Thank you. Now let's go." Derek helped Stiles up and they moved outside. Stiles looking at Derek, not believing what he was seeing. This Derek was a completely new person.

Stiles was walking with Derek in the forest and was amazed how open and polite he was. Every time Stiles started to ramble he listened carefully to the end and continued with his own ramble. Stiles didn't remember seeing Derek so relaxed. Stiles couldn't stop smiling.

"Something is different here." Derek stopped and looked around.

"What?"

"I think I have been here before" Derek smelled the air. "There" he pointed and Stiles followed.

Turns out the scent brought them back to the abandoned house. Derek sighed and looked utterly disappointed. Stiles patted his back reassuringly "It's okay big guy. We will try again tomorrow." They walked back into the house and ordered in some food. While they were eating Derek was acting a little weird. Like he wanted to say something. Finally Stiles just confronted him "Just say it."

Derek was startled but then cleared his throat and spoke softly "I was thinking that if it's okay with you. Then maybe you could crash here tonight." He looked a bit embarrassed "I know I'm a big werewolf but..."

"Sure. I'll stay." Stiles interrupted him "I get it. I wanted to say the same thing actually." he smiled and shoved some more food into his mouth.

Derek smiled and did the same.