Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf and never will.
A/N: This is my frist Teen Wolf fanfic(the 'eaving Derek Hale' oneshot dosent count to me as its a oneshot.) This takes place Season one, and will continue to season three(each season a different story.) It will be Derek Hale/Oc and its a different oc then the one in the oneshot. And since I have transcripts for Teen Wolf(love the internet) I will FINISH this story. The authors notes will usually be at the end. Please review, it would make me really happy. I'd like at least 5 reviews before I put the next chapter up. Also I plan to update every monday(hopefully) as I have no internet. :) Please enjoy.

"I'm getting an appartment." A girls voice called from the passeger seat of the car. They were parked in front of a burnt house. She glanced from the house in front of her towards the man in the driver seat.
"Okay, I know its not much right now, but in time, we can restore it. Come on Brooke." She turned her body to face the man. Her blue eyes looked directly into his green ones. He gave her one of his puppy dog looks.
"Fine. But in the meantime Derek. I'm getting an appartment." Derek gave her a look. "I know this is your house, and yes we can restore it, but Derek," her voice hardned, "I'm not sleeping in a house where the doors don't lock, theres no lights, and no running water to where I cannot take a hot shower." he looked at her, still trying to get her to change her mind. "No Derek. End of discussion. Now take me to a motel so I can shower." He sighed and started the car.
"Okay okay. But when the house gets fixed, are you gonna move in?" he asked her. She smiled. That caused him to smile. "So, how do you like Beacon Hills so far?" he asked as they drove to the motel. She looked at him, her blonde hair pulled into a side ponytail.
"The scenery is nice. Haven't meet any people yet, but tomorrow when I go job-slash-appartment hunting." She flashed another smile at him, pearly white teeth showing. That was all that was said on the subject. They pulled up in at a motel and Derek looked over at Brooke and pulled her in a kiss. When they pulled away Derek flashed her a toothy smile. Brooke looked down and grabbed his hand. "Find Laura." she said to him before getting out of the car. Him following suit.
"I will, and when I do, I'll let her know that Brooke whats a full apology written out." Derek called to her, while getting her suitcases. "God, how much stuff did you bring? I thought your mom was supposed to ship the rest when we got settled in." he joked. She gave him a pointed look and he shut up. Brooke walked into the main office and smiled at the woman behind the desk.
"I'd like a room please." the lady looked at her then at Derek and raised her eyes.
"How long?" she asked and Derek almost dropped the bags. Did she just imply that Brooke was a hooker?
"A couple of days." Derek had to hand it to Brooke, had it been any other girl, they would have been furious. The lady handed her the key and the two made their way to the room. Derek kissed Brooke one more time before dropping off the bags. "Derek," Brooke grabbed his hand before he could fully leave, "Be careful okay?" He held her hand for a few minutes before promising to be careful and leave.

"I don't– I don't know what it was." Scott McCall, A teen with dark brown hair and tan skin, was talking to Stiles Stiles Stilinskly, another teen who had a shaved head. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I–I can–hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." Scott continued to explain to his friend. The other boy looked at his friend.
"Smell things? Like what?" He asked while looking around. Even in the daytime, the woods gave off an eery feeling.
"Like the mint–mojito gum in your pocket." The brown-haired boy replied, not even looking up.
"I don't even have any mint–mojito–" Stiles began to search his pockets. He took out a piece of gum and starred at his friend with disbelief. "So all this started with a bite?" he asked. Scott nodded and looked up at his friend.
"What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" The kid was freaking out. What if he was dying?
"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this–" Stiles began, "It's a specific kind of infection." Scott was too worried to notice the sarcastic tone in his friends voice. He stopped looking for his inhaler and looked at Stiles.
"Are you serious?" He asked. Stiles nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called– lycanthropy." He casually explained to his friend. Hopeing he would get the joke.
"What's that? Is that bad?" Scott all but panicked. Nope, Scott didn't get the joke. So Stiles kept it going.
"Mm–hmm. On the night of the full moon." Stiles paused and let out a fake wolf howl. Scott shoved his friend, who just chuckled. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." he defended himself. Holding his hands up in surrender.
"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me." Scott growled at his friend giving him a shove. He went back to looking for his inhaler. Stiles continued to speak.
"I know! You're a werewolf! Rrr!" Scott gave Stiles a pointed look after a horrible growl. Stiles continued on with hand gestures to illastrate his point. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon." By this point Stiles had begun looking for the body, while Scott continued, in vain, to try and find his inhaler. When there was no sign of either, the half of a body, or his inhaler, he let out a frustrated sigh.
"No, I–I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." He gestured to the area around him.
"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles through out.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks!" he cried out. His mom would kill him if he lost it. She already worked her but off to keep a roof over their heads, and food on the table. He didn't want her to be burdned with having to replace another inhaler. Scott got back down on his knees and began to search through the leaves. Stiles stayed standing and surveyed the area. He noticed someone coming out of the woods. He slapped Scott on the back and pulled him so that he would stand. He did and turned around to see the man walking towards them.
"What are you doing here?" The man asked. He didnt give them a chance to answer when he continued, "Huh? This is private property." He stressed while walking towards the boys.
"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know." Stiles stuttered out.
"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but–Uh, forget it." Scott was cut off as the man through something at him. He caught it and noticed it was his inhaler. He looked up and was going to thank the man but he was met with his retreating figure. "Uhm. All right, come on, I gotta get to work." He grabbed Stiles arm and began to walk back to Stiles jeep. Stiles stopped and slapped Scotts arm again.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us."
"Remember what?" Scott asked, he had no idea what Stiles was talking about.
"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago" Stiles said lowering his voice. Both boys looked back to where Derek had walked off.
"I wonder what he's doing back." Scott mumbled.
"Come on." Stiles grabbed his arm and began to drag him towards the jeep.

Derek apporached the house and noticed Brooke was sitting on the steps. He gave her a sad smile and sat next to her. She didn't look at him but starred at the trees. They sat in silence for a few minutes. She finally turned to look at him.
"What happned?" she asked. Her voice was low. He knew that she wasn't asking what happned just now with the two boys, she probably hadn't even known they were there. She was asking about Laura. She wanted to know how she died.
"Cut in half." he told her.
"Why?" She was on the verge of tears now. Her and Laura had been great friends, so to hear that Laura was dead upset her greatly. Derek took Brooke in his arms and held her. This was something he did often, when Brooke had nightmares.
"Whoever killed her used her as bait to catch me. For what I don't know." he placed both his hands and made Brooke look him in the eyes. "But I will find out." he promised her, and kissed her forehead.
"Better kill the son-of-a-bitch." she mumbled. But Derek heard her. He let out a chuckle.
"Damn straight." he murmered. He then remembered the text she sent him. "So wheres this appartment?" She just grinned and grabbed his hand and led him towards the car.
"You'll love it!" she told him. That was Brooke. Sad one moment, happy the next. And he wouldnt change anything about her.

A/N: Sorry theres another one, but I just want to thank anyone who reads this in advance. Like stated above, updates will be every Monday, which gives me the week to write out the next chapter. Please review! reviews make me want to continue writing.

-Randi101