Authors Note: HEYO! XD So this is my first ever Teen Wolf one shot, so please forgive me if it's shit XD I started shipping Sterek after reading a few (many) fanfics on them :3 So yeah, please be nice to me XD Please review XD

ALSO Teen Wolf has stopped playing over here in England :'( so we only go up to season 2 – so the last thing I saw was that Jackson became a werewolf – meaning I don't know anything that's happened since D':

Stiles

The pack meeting was boring! Nothing was going on here in Beacon Hills, but Derek still insisted on having a pack meeting. And of course I couldn't say no – and it wasn't because I fancied the pants off of him...much. Derek's home had been re-built, so we weren't sitting in the burnt remains of what used to be a house. We had all helped re-build it, getting it done quicker, considering the wolves.

So, we were all gathered in the newly refurbished living room on the sofa. To my left was Boyd with Erica sitting on his lap, and to my right (in order of who was closest to me) was: Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson. Then there was Isaac who occupied the space on the floor, right in front of me as always. It was quite funny actually, having Isaac always sitting there. He was constantly in front of me, no one else. He – and a few of the others – had told me that I was like the awesome older brother/fun uncle/cool dad that people needed. It was quite strange since I was the youngest in the pack...but since everything that happened with my mom, I did act older than I was – sometimes. So, yeah, apparently Isaac had this attachment to me – just like a puppy – because I was that older brother/uncle/dad figure to him, even though he had Derek, who was now his, Boyd's and Erica's legal guardian. I had told him this, but Isaac came back with 'You're easier to talk to. You understand, you listen. You actually give useful advice and don't tell me to go figure it out on my own, or whatever.' To be honest, Isaac was my favourite out of all of them...which was bad. But I couldn't help it.

Anyway, boring pack meeting. Derek was going on about...to be honest, I stopped listening. It was Friday, after school; I should be on my computer or watching TV or playing video games! I leant back on the sofa and started prodding Isaac's head. Isaac tensed slightly every time I did, but not in the bad trauma-like way. It was quite entertaining actually. Especially when his ears then elongated and became pointed and I started to prod them as well. It was hard trying to keep myself from laughing...Isaac had the same problem too. Well, the whole pack did actually. When Derek looked at us all as if we'd gone mad, I stopped prodding Isaac. Only when he'd gone back to his speech and was completely oblivious did I resume poking the kid. When Isaac's ears twitched, I couldn't keep myself together. I practically howled with laughter, dragging the rest of them down with me. Derek did not look pleased.

"Isaac, move next to Jackson." Derek growled, voice so low I barely heard him.

Isaac yelped, just like a puppy if you accidentally stood on or kicked it. I glared at Derek, confused as to why he had scared the second youngest member of his pack – the youngest wolf – and why his eyes were the Alpha red at this point in time. We were only messing around.

No one else said anything. Just sat there, waiting for Derek's speech to finish.

I was pacing outside the house ten minutes later, a little annoyed. I could hear noises coming from inside the house...sounded like voices. The only people in there were Derek and Isaac. That just pissed me off. I could hear one voice more than the other. Derek's. He was yelling. At Isaac. Isaac!What did Isaac do? If anything whatever it is was my fault, not his.

I was still pacing and was getting angrier by the second when Isaac finally emerged from the house. I stopped looking towards him. Isaac's shoulders were slumped forward, but he was tense. He sat down on the steps leading up to the house, shoulders sagging even more. I jogged over to the wolf, any faster and I would have been running, sitting next to him. Isaac didn't look up when I sat down, not even when I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You ok?" I asked.

Isaac nodded, sighing a little. He glanced up at me before glaring back at the grass in front of him, as if it had suddenly grown a mouth and started spewing all this crap about him and the pack.

"Liar." I replied.

I may not be a wolf with freaky awesome powers, but I could tell when they were all lying. All of them had this little quirk that I could quickly identify to see if they were lying. Isaac had three. He wouldn't look you in the eye, while glaring at nothing, and he would always fiddle with strands of his slightly-curly blondie-brown hair when running his hand through it. He was doing all three at this moment in time. Sighing again, Isaac looked up at me, not avoiding it now. My hand – which was still on his shoulder – moved with the intake and exhale of the deep breath.

"Apparently I need to grow up and stop acting like such a kid." Isaac mumbled. "I need to start taking some responsibility and listen for a change before I get myself or someone else seriously hurt, or worse, killed. I need to start acting like the 'adult' I am, and stop mucking around like a five year old in the rain, in the play ground at school."

I sat there, silently, as I listened to Isaac. I continued to stay silent after he had finished talking. I knew Isaac shortened the rant down, but I at least I had the gist of it. I hated the fact that he was told to 'stop acting like a kid', 'stop mucking around like a five year old in the rain, in the play ground at school' and that he needed to 'listen for a change before I get myself or someone else seriously hurt, or worse, killed'. It seemed like Derek forgot about Isaac's abusive asshole of a 'father', so Isaac never really had a childhood. I could relate when it came to not really having a childhood... My mom died when I was ten, and I had to help take care of her when she had first gotten ill, then helping my dad after she passed. That was one of the reasons I acted like such a kid at times – that and my ADHD. Isaac never got to be a proper kid, always trying to find ways to hide the bruises and scars from people. Isaac had to live in fear of the only parent he had... Now he had to listen to the only authoritative figure he had yell at him for catching up on what he had missed out for all these years, and for something that was my fault, not his. Isaac kind of deflated after he explained what Derek had told him, almost crumpling in on himself, dropping his head again. Derek didn't realise just how much Isaac looked up to him, or how much of an influence his words had on his young Beta.

"Dude, listen to me." I said, shaking him slightly until Isaac was looking at me again. "Don't listen to him. Excluding me, you are the youngest member of the pack. Derek can hardly tell you to grow up. I don't care if he is the Alpha or if you are eighteen, you're still a kid. You deserve to actually be able to act like a kid for a change. Got it? If he says anything like that again you tell me straight away and I will sort his Alpha ass out."

Isaac gave a little laugh, smiling slightly. I took my hand off of his shoulder, ruffling his hair a little.

"Thanks, Stiles." Isaac nodded.

"No problem." I chuckled. "The others have gone into the woods if you want to go find them."

With one last small smile, Isaac was off, running through the trees to find the rest of the pack. I just continued to sit on the step outside the Hale house.

A couple of minutes later, I heard movement come from behind me. I knew Derek had heard everything Isaac told me and vice versa, but I wasn't sure how long he had been standing there. And frankly, I didn't care. I made no sign that I knew he was there, just sat there with my back to him. Derek probably knew I knew he was there; by the way my heart rate sped up the tiniest bit when I heard the small shift behind me, though. I wasn't wrong.

"You're wrong." Derek stated simply. "He should listen to me. I'm trying to help Isaac not get himself killed."

I turned slightly, where I was sitting, leaning against the wall that was to my side but was now against my back. The feeling of disbelief was reflected in my expression, which Derek was slightly taken aback by. I don't know if he detected anything else in my expression, but I didn't really give a crap.

"If you're trying to help him, then maybe be, oh, I don't know...nicer!" I growled through gritted teeth. "Isaac looks up to you. Since his dad, you're the only adult in his life; only you don't beat him practically every day and send to school with black eyes and various other bruises and marks, which he has to lie about how he got them! Or did you forget all about that?!"

Derek went to speak, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"I'm not done!" I continued, standing up and walking towards him so we were now face to face. "Everything you say, he believes. No matter what it is. You know why? I do. It's because finally he's found someone that will actually be able to look after him properly and he can actually trust. Isaac may not admit or even know that, but it's quite easy to spot when you really look, instead of just brush people off all the time."

"Stiles..." Derek started.

"Still not done! The reason Isaac acts like a kid, is because he is a kid! If we don't include me, Isaac is the youngest here; he can act like a fucking kid! Or did you forget that too?! For the first time since...I don't know when, he can actually act like a kid without worrying about being hit because of it! He can actually start making up for lost time! I know what it's like not to have a childhood and have to grow up quickly! Granted not for the same reasons, but I know how much it fucking sucks! You make up for it as much as you can, whenever you can, not matter what it is you end up doing!"

"Stiles..."

"Besides, you were yelling at him for something that wasn't his fault! The only reason he wasn't paying attention and fidgeting was because I got bored and started poking his head and ears! So you owe him an apology... Now I'm done."

I panted heavily when I was done. I couldn't remember if I actually breathed at any point during that, but it sure didn't feel like I did. Derek just started at me, surprise and a small hint of shock evident in his expression, and also just a touch of concern. I felt myself relax after getting that all out, taking a couple of steps backwards, not realising that I was only a few centimetres away from Derek during my rant. As we stood there, the silence dragged on. I waited. Waited to see what sort of reaction my words would draw from the Alpha wolf in front of me. Probably would end up being held up against a wall and be threatened with having my throat ripped out by his teeth is I ever said anything like that to him again. I thought it would come at any time now. But it didn't. Derek just stood there, staring at me. I was kind of worried, really. He was never this quiet; especially after I talked for that long and cut him off...three times. Derek ended up turning around and heading back inside the house. I debated whether or not I was going to follow when my phone rang. It was my dad, telling me to come home. It was after I hung up that everyone appeared from the forest, all looking a little sheepish. I wasn't surprised. I just sighed, heading to my jeep, slipping inside and driving home.

It was later that night when I was sat at my computer desk that I got a text from Isaac. It was a good thing my ringtone was up so loud and on vibrate, otherwise I wouldn't have noticed at all. I stopped looked away from what I was reading on the screen, stretching before picking up my phone. Opening the text, I saw it said:

Dude, THANK YOU! Derek actually apologised. Derek! Apologised! Jesus Christ! We all overheard what you said to him... It's nice to know that someone's still on my side :) Cheers Stiles! =^-_-^=

I smiled, laughing a little at the little picture at the end which I knew to take as being a dog. I quickly typed back a 'you're SO welcome, pup', sending the same symbol picture back to him, before going back to my reading. Out of the pack, Isaac was definitely my favourite. I know I shouldn't, but I did. We were both the youngest, we both knew what it was like having to grow up quickly at an early age, we both knew what it was like to be dragged down by other people. We had a lot in common in those areas, which was one of many reasons why we got along and why Isaac felt like it was so easy to talk to me. Which was why he would say that he preferred me out of Derek and I, why he normally came to me when he needed help, why he trusted me. Derek really needed to see that if he would just ease up, then Isaac would probably 'improve' the way he wanted him to.

It didn't come as a surprise to me when said Sour-wolf slipped in through my open window – it was warm, ok. I kept my eyes locked to my computer screen, continuing to read up about wolves – it didn't hurt to be well informed. Derek, for all I knew, stayed by my window. All I knew was, he was watching me.

"Thanks for apologising to Isaac." I muttered, knowing he could hear me.

"He deserved the apology." Derek replied, monotone.

I nodded, not taking my eyes off of the screen.

"Why do you care so much?" Derek asked. "And not just about Isaac. About all of them. And don't say, 'because they're my friends' or 'that's what packs do'."

It was then I turned my chair around, finding Derek sitting on the edge of my bed, a few feet away from me. I shrugged. I never gave it any thought.

"I just do what I think I should." I replied. "I'm used to taking care of people. Have ever since I was eight, when my mom had first gotten ill. It just never left after she dies, since I had to take care of my dad, otherwise he'd just fall apart. And then there was helping Scott with going through being a werewolf. I've just always taken care of people, making sure they're alright."

Derek's expression took a weird edge to it. It was an expression I had never seen him use before... Ever. He stood up and walked closer, leaning against my desk to the right of me. He looked down at me, nodding. I don't know if he noticed how my heart rate sped up when he came closer, but I hoped he didn't – I had to keep telling myself for the second time that day that it wasn't because I fancied the pants off of him...much

"I'm sorry." Derek told me. "I figured that if I was being harsh on Isaac for all this time, then I as most likely acting worse towards you. I don't want that. So, I'm sorry."

I was...shocked to say the least, but I accepted the apology. It was eerily quiet after that, neither of us saying or doing anything. We just stayed in complete silence, me sitting and him standing, looking at each other. I broke eye contact first, looking towards my computer again. Derek glanced at it before smirking.

"What?" I asked. "It's good to know these things. For future reference."

Derek chuckled slightly, a rare sound. It felt like my heart had stopped all together when I heard that sound and...oh God, I sounded like a girl, what was happening to me! Derek went quiet again. I risked a glance, only to find him staring at me. I felt the heat rise in my face, colouring me red. I turned my chair to face him, going to say something – God knows what –, but I soon found something stopping me. That something being Derek. But not just Derek. Oh no. It was Derek and his lips. Derek-freaking-Hale was kissing me. Was I dreaming?! If I was I never wanted to wake up. If I wasn't, I wished on everything that he wouldn't regret this. Derek pulled me up to a standing position, not pulling back in the slightest. When standing up properly, my arms had slid upwards to wrap around his neck, my right hand fisting his black hair gently, as Derek's hands rested on my hips. His tongue ghosted across my lower lip, making my mouth open slightly as a small moan escaped. It was like I had no control over what I was doing anymore, but that was fine by me. Derek's grip on me tightened as his tongue dived into my mouth, not that I was at all surprised. I was surprised, however, when Derek dragged me closer, pushing me gently against a wall. My closed eyes – when did I close them? – going wide, my hand in his hair gripping slightly together. His tongue brushed against mine as we continued, but all too soon we pulled away. Breathing heavily, Derek rested his forehead against mine. I felt more colour rise to my face.

"Want to go out sometime?" Derek asked after a few minutes of silence, smirking.

"Aren't you supposed to ask that before the making out?" I asked, grinning

"You complaining?"

"Hell to the fuck no!"

"Good."

And with that, Derek just leaned back in as I mumbled 'yes, by the way'. It turned out to be a good day after all.

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