Summary: "He was about to turn around and try a different route when a shuffle followed by a weak whimper caught his attention. He froze and turned quickly, looked around. He heard a twig break and he twisted around, his heart thumping hard in his chest as he tried to find the source of the noise. He knew the logical thing to do was run, but because this was Stiles, and Stiles never really did what was logical, he stood stock frozen, his reflexes once again failing him when he needed them most." Stiles finds and unconscious body one night only to find that it's Derek Hale, the vampire-friendly wolf who was attacked by his pack. Though Stiles's best friend, Jacob, warns him to just leave the guy, Stiles's big heart and childish curiosity get the better of him and he helps the wounded wolf anyway. Teen Wolf and Twilight X-over.

A/N: I'm so excited; this is my first x-over fic thanks to CarganFever. I'm really excited to do this :))). Although I'm more a Derek/Scott and Danny/Stiles fan, I think Derek/Stiles is cute, well I think Stiles is adorable in general and besides, I like a challenge so oh yeah!

Notes:

This is Twilight x Teen Wolf

I've only ever read Teen Wolf fics and watched the show and have never attempted to write about it, but never written anything from there myself, so please excuse OOC-ness of the characters, so I apologise in advance for that.

Since this is fiction, I'm taking the liberty of changing some things about Werewolf. In this story, they can change from the week before the full moon. They can change at will between that time but on the full moon they have the force change and that is when they are most powerful.

Pairings:

Edward/Jacob

Derek/Stiles

Scott/Isaac

Other canon pairings

Warnings:

OOC-ness

Slash

M!Preg

I've never done a proper Teen Wolf story though I have an unfinished attempt at a Derek/Scott PWP fic, so… yeah… like I said, CHALLENGE!

Dedication: To CarganFever :)) Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own neither Twilight nor Teen Wolf nor the idea… but I do own the computer I write this with… no… I don't own that either. Damn!

The Love of a Mate

The trees passed by in a blur as he rushed through the forest. Angry snarls followed close behind him as he tried to get out. They were gaining on him, the injuries he'd suffered weren't healing fast enough, but he knew he had to keep running, he couldn't stop running; he had to get out NOW!

He wouldn't run, not normally. Normally he would fight whoever tried to defy his rules. Normally he would've probably hurt whoever tried to challenge him and his authority. But not this time, this wasn't normal circumstances. This wasn't a normal attack, it was an ambush, against the Alpha. They'd all attacked him.

Derek heard a growl on either side of him. He growled too, turning left and attacking the werewolf that had been running beside him. He bit down on his shoulder and swung his head, throwing him across the forest floor. The wolf collided with his pack mate who'd been running on the other side of Derek.

Derek growled as he continued to run. He had one thought in mind: Get to the Cullen's. That was the biggest reason that he was being attacked. His alliance with the vampire coven. Derek hadn't realised that the friendship between the coven and him was causing a drift between the pack. By the time he'd realise this, it was too late and now, he was stuck here, rubbing for his life and the life of his friends.

A large boulder like thing crashing into Derek's side snapped him out of his thoughts. Derek rolled a few feet then stood up, shaking his head and growling. He looked up and found the grey werewolf crouched low and ready to attack. Derek growled too, this was the wolf that had challenged him, the one that had caused all this drama, his beta.

The grey wolf surged forward and Derek dodged, but his movement was too slow, he was already injured badly from the pack attack, the only thing that had been keeping him going thus far was his mission to get to the Cullen's. The wolf was able to nip at his shoulder, but Derek fought him off, being able to kick his side. It was a bit weaker then what he would've done before the mass attack, but he was able to push him away.

The grey wolf growled and went for Derek again. This time Derek wasn't able to fight him off. The grey wolf got his shoulder again, gripping it hard and shook his head roughly. Derek could feel the skin on his shoulder rip away from the bone, could feel the blood gush out of his shoulder, flow down his front leg.

Derek tried to fight his ex-Beta off but was too weak to even fight him off. He could feel himself getting light headed as the blood continued to gush out the wound. The Beta continued to shake his head, not allowing the wound to heal itself.

Derek tried in every way possible to fight off the darkness that was trying to take over him, but he couldn't. The longer the Beat bit, the more the darkness grew until Derek could fight it no longer. With one more pathetic whimper, the once Alpha male drifted away from consciousness, his body falling limply in the Beta's mouth.

Stiles was making his way through the dense forest. He'd long forgotten the earphones that were now hanging around his shoulders. He wasn't really lost, no, he wouldn't exactly call it that, but if you wanted to put a name to his current situation you could, if you really had to, call it being lost, but then, not really.

Technically, Stiles could pull out his cellphone and check his GPS location, he could also call his best friend who knew these woods like the back of his hand. But he really didn't want to have the 'I told you so' conversation with Jacob at the moment. And besides, Jacob was still in a pissey mood because Stiles had done the unthinkable and gone to a Cullen house party. Stiles still didn't understand why his best friend hated the Cullen's so much… okay, maybe he understood because of the whole werewolf/vampire thing, but still, the Cullen's seemed cool.

Stiles had freaked the first time Jacob had told him that all those stories he'd heard around the camp fire at La Push were true. He didn't want to believe that his friends were werewolves, or shifters as they called themselves. He didn't want to believe that vampires and werewolves really existed. He liked to think that they only existed in stories, made up things, not real life. But somehow he'd gotten over it, at least his best friend wasn't affected by the werewolf gene, well, almost. Jacob had hyper sensitive hearing, eyesight and smell, and he was really fast on his feet, the only thing he didn't he couldn't exactly do was shift into the giant horse sized wolf, but that was alright with Stiles, because that meant that Jacob was as human as he was!

With a sigh Stiles continued on his trek to at least find a road. If his walk was futile then he'd just swallow his pride and call Jacob and ask him to come pick him up.

Stiles sighed as he continued his walk through the woods. He was about to turn around and try a different route when a shuffle followed by a weak whimper caught his attention. He froze and turned quickly, looked around. He heard a twig break and he twisted around, his heart thumping hard in his chest as he tried to find the source of the noise. He knew the logical thing to do was run, but because this was Stiles, and Stiles never really did what was logical, he stood stock frozen, his reflexes once again failing him when he needed them most.

A growl sounded and Stiles snapped out of his 'I'm gonna die' moment and looked towards the place where the sound came. Instead of stepping away, turning and running like any normal person, the short haired boy stepped forward, letting out a weak, "Hello, is anyone there?"

Nobody answered and Stiles, seeing as he had some kind of death wish, moved forward again. He let out another 'Hello' but nobody answered him except for a thump and a whimper. Stiles swallowed hard as he moved forward. Slowly he peaked passed the tree he'd been hiding behind.

Stiles gasped in shock as he saw what had been causing the noise. A man, lying face down on the floor, blood covering pretty much every part of his body. Stiles looked around the forest, trying to locate what could've caused this. He saw nothing but trees around him.

"Hello?" Stiles called again. There was no answer from the man, he didn't even look like he was breathing. Stiles looked around once more, trying to make sure this wasn't some kind of trap; then he gulped and stepped towards the man. The short haired boy knelt down beside the bloodied man. He placed his fingers were he knew the pulse point was supposed to be and sighed when he felt a slow thump. Good, the man wasn't dead.

Stiles grabbed the man's shoulder gently and turned him over. He gulped once again as he saw a wound on the man's shoulder that looked a lot like a dog bite. Stiles once again looked around but saw nothing and felt nothing out of place. He looked down at the unconscious man. Despite being covered in dirt and blood, the man looked good. Strong, chiselled features and a mop of dark, messy hair on his head. Good body too, broad shoulders, with strong muscular arms, a hard chest and rock hard abs. stiles avoided looking any lower lest his body started to react.

Stiles did another look over the forest and bit the corner of his bottom lip thoughtfully. He wanted to help the unconscious man, but he couldn't exactly carry the guy – since the guy was like double his size – and he, himself, wasn't even sure where he was at the moment.

With a defeated sigh, Stiles pulled out his cellphone and was about to speed dial his best friend when he realised that he had no reception where he was.

"No fricken way," he muttered to himself as he glared at the red SOS on the top right corner of his screen. "Stupid phone!" He shoved the phone back into his pocket angrily then looked back down at the man. With a heavy sigh he got up then bent forward to wrap his arms under and around the unconscious man's arms. He hauled the guy and almost passed out from lack of air in his lungs.

Stiles let in a few breaths then once again hauled the man. This time the body moved a few inches. Stiles groaned as the forest floor spun. He put the man down then caught his breath. This was ridiculous! How was he supposed to find his way home and haul this man with him. Why the hell had he even decided a night walk was a good idea? His father was probably freaking out.

Stiles could call the emergency line, but that would only make his father freak more if he was informed. The dramas of your father being chief of police of your small, dry town.

Stiles decided that he'd leave the man and try and find his way home then he'd get some help there and they'd come back and get the unconscious man. But Stiles didn't want to leave the man behind, he was afraid that someone might come back and finish the job they'd started and if that happened Stiles would feel responsible.

So with another heavy sigh, Stiles once again wrapped his arms around and under the man's arms and started the strenuous job of hauling the man to some place where there was at least reception where he would called Jacob to come get him.

…TBC…

So… first chapter done. How'd you like it? Was it good, bad, okay? Would like to hear some feedback :)).

(",) MwahzZ