Title: Stiles' Needs
Type: Romance | Mini-Series
Cast: Stiles| Jackson
Disclaimer: Okay, we all know I don't own Teen Wolf. I do own OCC's so please remember that.

Note | This is it. This will be the alst time up do any updating. After I am finished updating - I will post the last remaining chapters to this story.

The Fall

He'd lied.

He had lied to everyone. All of those around him. The ones that cared and the ones that didn't care. It hadn't mattered to him. He lied to everyone.

And no, he wasn't sorry.

It was something he wanted. Something he craved. He could taste it in the back of his throat when he swallowed. He could feel the muscles pulling taut as he stretched. He was so tired of trying to fit into the skin that others had made for him.

He didn't fit.

And he didn't want to fit. He wanted to make his own skin. His own rules. His own ways. He was tired of having everything written for him. Tired of having to follow the expectations given to him by others.

Derek Hale.

He changed everything. Well, it was most likely Scott and Stiles that had started the problem. He'd noticed changes in Scott. Things that shouldn't have been possible were suddenly possible for Scott McCall. So, he waited. And he watched. And then he found Derek Hale.

Derek Hale was not human.

It had taken him a little while to figure out. But he had. The librarian had come to know his habits better than his Adoptive Mother. After digging through book after mythological book, Jackson finally found what he was looking for. Found the proof of what he knew was true about Derek and Scott. Stiles was still human. Too much of a klutz for him to not be.

Derek Hale was a werewolf.

It was then that he knew. He knew what he needed to be to feel right in his skin. To be the best him he knew he could possibly be. So he asked. And he got what he wanted.

Jackson Whittemore. Beta Werewolf to the Hale Alpha and Pack.

.

Things had changed. Changed so greatly since he had been bitten. It had taken a while for him to get use to the new skin. Though, if he was being honest with himself – Jackson took to his new skin much quicker than he had ever taken to his old self. And he had had 16 years to do so.

He knew Lydia could tell. It was in the way she smirked at him. Watched him when she thought he didn't know. Then again, there was a chance that she knew he was watching. Lydia Martin didn't fold often. If ever. She was waiting for him. He waited to long.

Stop being stupid. She snapped. Her eyes honeyed over for a second as she stared at the man she had dated for most of their high school and middle school life. You have something to tell me. You know I will care for you the way I always have. Her eyes narrowed once more before flicking hair over her shoulder and click-clacked down the hall in her heels.

Yes, he had talked to her. Told her everything. She was a Banshee. He wasn't alone in the supernatural world. Derek wasn't the same. They were bound together. Lydia came because she wanted to. She had no ties to the others.

Things were good. It was simple. It felt right. It worked. Nothing was difficult. Everything was good. And there was a chance he was even mending the serrated strands of relationship with his . . . his parents. It was good. Then things changed. Changed more. Reshaped into something he wasn't prepared for.

Mates.

It was a warning he had been given. He'd laughed. Laughed at the idea of something being a potential anything for him. That should have been in possible. If love really existed, Jackson's real parents wouldn't have left him in the cold on the doorsteps to the orphanage. So no, love didn't exist. Therefore, mates didn't exist. And wouldn't be a problem in Jackson's dictionary.

Oh, how wrong Jackson had been.

Derek hadn't really gone into detail about how the wolf in him would recognize their mate, just that the wolf would. Then again, Jackson hadn't really been listening, if he had that is, either. Derek wanted Jackson to be ready. To understand everything he was going to go through. Everything he was going to feel.

Jackson had snorted halfway through the Alpha to Soon To Be Werewolf speech, his cockiness showing through as he snapped back: I just want the power. However, Derek knew better, he knew there was an underlying reason for Jackson to be so eager to want this brought upon oneself.

He wanted to belong. He wanted someone to call family.

Jackson should have listened. Oh, how he should have listened. Listened to each and everything his Alpha was telling him. Why? It had killed him. What? Running back to his Alpha like a little scared and helpless puppy. His masculinity and pride was ripped from him at the shit-eating grin that rested on Derek's supple lips. Why? The Alpha knew Jackson had come to ask for help.

"What do I do?" Jackson grumbled out. He had to force the words from his mouth. The wolf in him was eager for the information, the boy, who had grown up in a harsh environment and forced to fend for himself, wasn't as zealous.

Derek smirked.

Jackson growled, his eyes flashing a bright pacific blue. He knew he shouldn't have. The smirk was his fault.

Derek's eyes flashed red.

His brows furrowed as he lowered his eyes. Damn Alpha control. "I . . . I think I found my mate." He mumbled. His brows stayed furrowed as the wolf in him relaxed, the beast like aspects fading from his face. "I . . . I don't know."

"You weren't listening when I told you about Mates, were you?" Derek growled at his Beta's insolence. He growled out a sigh and shook his head. His glowing red eyes fading back to the vivid blue-green.

"No." Jackson heaved a sigh. The name was on the edge of his lips. His eyes flashed oceanic blue every few seconds as he stared at the ground. Jackson held back a growl. It wouldn't do him any good against an Alpha. He held in a flinch. His Alpha.

Derek frowned. "What else?"

Jackson's head shot up. Did Derek really think he was going to come right out and say it? That easy?

"Alright," Derek said. "Let's try this question." His vivid eyes studied the younger - watching every sliver of motion. "Who is your Mate?"

Jackson groaned. He dropped his elbows on his knees, his hands ran through his messy hair savagely, yanking on the strands. "I'm not sure." His brows furrowed. "I think . . . how would I know?"

Derek heaved a sigh and took the seat on the couch a cushion away. "You feel happy, when you go to bed, while you're sleeping, when you wake up, and when you go through the day. If you've been burdened - the weight is no longer there." Derek stretched out his long lean legs and leaned back against the couch. He flexed his jaw. "Laura. . ."

Jackson's ears tweaked as his body stilled. His wolf shifted, lowering and turned over, showing it's underbelly as a whining keen slipped from the wolf's lips.

The alpha never talked about his fallen sister. Ever.

"Laura . . . she said you'd smell them before you saw them. The scent would be the most overpowering, most sensual, most intoxicating smell." Derek paused once more. "She told me once, 'when you first smell them, the air will be knocked out of you. Like you were just hit by the best linebacker, but at the same time all you can do is breath in - not really getting oxygen, just smelling the scent'."

Jackson nodded. "It was." He murmured. "The smell was perfection: clean, fresh, and sweet."

Derek made a small noise in the back of his throat in agreement. "The urge to mark and scent them is going to be powerful, but it is going to kill you if you do it without their permission." Derek explained. "Hurting your mate . . . it can bring you to your hands and knees quicker than anything."

"Is it supposed to feel like your world has shifted?"

Derek nodded. "No pun intended . . . Laura said it's like Jacob's explanation of imprinting in Twilight."

Jackson snorted. "I don't read that girly shit." His nose scrunched unhappily at the thoughts of when Lydia had tried to make him read The Notebook. It hadn't gone well for either of them. Jackson still adamantly loathed that movie and book.

"Oh?" Derek chuckled. "You read?"

Jackson glared.

"Okay, okay." Derek's jaw flexed. "Laura said, that Jacob said: 'Your world will shift. Gravity is no longer what's keeping you from floating away. Your mate is." Derek shrugged and stretched out his legs. His nose scrunched. "The whole world shifted. Nothing was the same, but nothing was different." He breathed out slowly and quenched the sadness that started to reek from his pores. Derek swallowed hard. "Laura said . . . Her wolf came alive - like it had been sleeping or lazing under the sun. All of her senses were suddenly in tune."

Jackson heaved a sigh. "What do I do?" He yanked at his hair once more. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to him. And certainly not now.

"Who is it Jackson?" Derek demanded without adding the Alpha effect. The boy seemed to be having enough trouble dealing with it, without adding to it. He could be an ass. But as the alpha, Derek could feel every emotion from his pack members.

"Stiles." He whispered, hopefully too softly for the other to hear.

Derek's ears tweaked softly. "Who?"

"Stilinski." Jackson squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "Stiles Stilinski."

Derek couldn't stop the shit-eating grin that crawled onto his lips. Somewhere in the back of his mind - justice - hissed through his body. "Have you talked to him?"

"No," He bit out. Jackson jerked his head side to side. "I smelled him."

Derek's brows furrowed. "When?"

"Um," Jackson leaned back against the couch. "About a day after turning." His brows furrowed. "He was with Scott." Jackson shrugged. "I don't really know what they were doing. You were making me chase that damn squirrel."

Derek smirked. "I was making you run off some of the energy you were building from being cooped up." His voice was soothing, as much as he could be. "It isn't good when the wolf gets wound up."

"Yeah." His word was sharp as it left his lips. His jaw tightened. Jackson still hadn't learned how to share his emotions. How to put them into words to tell other people.

He shook his head. "The feeling is only going to get worse if you try to avoid him." Derek announced. He glanced at the boy next to him. The pack protective side of his Alpha churned in him. "Start by talking with Scott."

"Scott?"

Derek nodded. "He's Stiles' best friend, if anyone can help you with Stiles it's him."

"Ok." Jackson nodded. He stood from the couch. "Thanks."

Derek shrugged. "Start out with friends . . . test the waters." The smirk returned. "See if he's even gay."

Jackson's scowl returned. "Jackass." He muttered, knowing the elder would hear.

Derek laughed. A wide smile covered his lips as he squeezed Jackson's shoulder. "Take it slow. Let the wolf lead with you."