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Isaac –

It’s been a week since Jackson became one of us. It feels like a whole lot longer.

It didn’t take Jackson long to get back to his usual arrogant self, especially once he learnt how strong he was. This time he didn’t have to be scared of what he was, he could control this, he was his own master. Well, except for Derek.

Derek let out a deafening roar and I winced. He was my alpha and I knew what that sound meant. It meant that he was proving it to us.

I didn’t need much convincing but I know that it’s mainly for Jackson anyway. Scott didn’t even flinch. I think that’s because he’s not totally a part of this pack. He doesn’t see Derek as his alpha so he can't intimidate him.

Derek was standing over Jackson who had just been thrown down. He cowered a little, his body feeling the alpha’s roar and knowing that he would have to submit to it.

Lydia and Allison were sitting on the porch just watching everything happen. I don’t know if Allison and Scott were back together or what, I just know that she has been coming down with Lydia the last few days.

Stiles was sitting in his jeep, the door open and his legs resting on the side as he watched Derek trying to teach Jackson. By that I mean that he was watching Derek, not the actual training.

I guess they think they’re being subtle with the way that they keep looking at one another, and I guess they are, just not to me, Boyd or Erica.

“Get up.” Derek said calmly, his human face staring down at Jackson’s animal one.

Jackson stood up and glared at him.

“You know that you actually have to try.”

“I am trying!” Jackson growled.

The first few times he shifted to train he had been really wild, tried going after Lydia. Derek shut him down obviously, same way he did that time I tried going after Stiles in the police station.

He’s much better now; he gained a lot of control in a short amount of time. I mean that’s probably because he hasn’t stopped training. At this rate he was going to have the easiest first full moon transition of us all.

“The full moon is in a week. I’m still going to chain you up.” Derek said.

“What the hell do you think I am? Some kind of-”

“Animal?” Jackson growled a little at being made a fool but turned away from him. “Alright, again.”

“Give me a minute would you?” Jackson said and walked over to Lydia, now back in human form.

Derek shrugged and his eyes darted to Stiles who smiled half behind his hand. Derek gave him a little smirk before turning around and walking back to the porch to get a drink. I watched as he reached down and lifted his shirt up over his head and poured half of the water bottle over himself.  The droplets of water ran down over his body.

I looked back at Stiles who was shaking his head and Derek had a wicked grin when he turned around.

He was never going to admit it but he really did care about Stiles. It was obvious to everyone, well, most of us. The others were still oblivious.

When Jackson and Derek began to pick up their fighting again I sighed.

I remember what it was like the first few times I shifted and had training with Derek. I hated it, but I know now that he was only trying to do what’s best for all of us. I looked over at Scott who was gazing longingly after Allison. I’m pretty sure she was trying not to notice but it was written all over her face; she knew that he was watching.

I saw Scott turn his attention quickly away from Allison and I tuned my ears in.

“Hey Scott, do you have a minute? I want to talk to you about something.” Stiles said casually, knowing that he could hear. “Come walk with me?”

I looked over at Stiles who was already walking into the woods. As soon as they were out of sight I glanced back to Derek who was completely occupied with Jackson and made a move for the woods behind them.

I wanted to make sure that Scott took this okay; he and Derek aren’t exactly the best of friends.

“What’s with the sudden need for privacy Stiles?” Scott laughed a little but I could hear Stiles’ heart beating fast.

“I just wanted a little privacy, you know, away from prying ears.” I made an effort to stay quiet; I didn’t want Scott giving me up.

“Okay, so what’s up Stiles, are you okay?” He asked.

I could see them through a clearing of trees and I crouched down to hide myself from their view.

“Yeah no, I’m totally fine, better than fine actually…” He ran a hand over his head anxiously and jiggled about a bit.

He never seems to be able to stay still.

“So what is it?”

Stiles sighed and stopped his silly movements to look directly at Scott. “Well, I- I’m kind of seeing someone… kind of.”

“Well that’s great… Do I know them?” Scott asked, he seemed a little confused as to why this was such a big deal.

“Yeah… most definitely yeah. It’s…” He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Scott it’s Derek. I’m sorta-kinda seeing Derek.”

Scott didn’t say anything for a moment, I could hear him breathing but I couldn’t quite read his expression.

“Scott-”

“Derek?!” He roared.

Okay, I know Derek would have heard that one.

“How could you be seeing Derek?!” I raced over and stood between them, putting my palm on Scott’s chest to keep him back. “Isaac what are you doing?”

“You’re getting angry Scott, I don’t want anything bad to happen to either of you.” I said firmly.

“You knew about this? You knew that they were … together and you didn’t say anything?”

“He’s my alpha Scott, I was protecting him.”

“Don’t blame Isaac for-”

“How could you possibly think that it would be a good idea Stiles? It’s Derek, he’s angry and unpredictable… You’re a human; He could kill you!” He yelled.

“And you could kill Allison every time you’re near her but I seem to be the only one pointing that out.” Derek’s smooth calm voice washed over us and we looked over to see him standing behind us with the others close behind him.

“What the hell Derek? Stiles? Why?” Scott yelled and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Should I be offended that you’re more upset about who I’m seeing and not the fact that I’m you know… seeing a guy?” Everyone ignored Stiles’ comment and then Erica chimed in.

“It’s not like it’s completely his fault, the little human is a trigger for him.” She grinned sarcastically.

“What ever happened to batman?” Stiles muttered.

He was ignored again.

“Dude, you’re screwing him?” Jackson pointed to Stiles and Derek just gave another roll of his eyes.

“Hello! Right here!” Stiles waved erratically so I nudged him and gave him a weak smile.

“What the hell is a trigger? And how long has this been going on?” Scott yelled.

“Scott, calm down.” Derek said steadily while trying to put his hand on Scott’s shoulder.

Scott tore himself away from Derek and Boyd came over and grabbed his arm. “What are you doing?!”

I heard Boyd tell him something about not losing his cool and then he started to explain what a trigger was as they walked away from the group. Scott’s heartbeat slowly began to return to its normal pace.

“So…” Lydia said looking from Derek to Stiles. “The two of you…?” Stiles nodded while Derek just stared at her blankly. “Interesting.” She said.

“Do you think he’s going to be okay?” I asked, looking over at Boyd and Scott.

“He’ll be fine. It’s not the worst thing in the world.” Derek said.

“Am I supposed to be offended by that?” Stiles said and I thought I saw Derek’s mouth twitch.

Lydia, Allison and Jackson smiled and I looked over at Erica with a grin, one that she didn’t return.

Boyd and Scott walked back over to the group and we all looked to them expectantly. Scott had a soured look on his face and he looked from Stiles to Derek.

I just wondered how he was going to react to this, everyone else seemed fine, but Scott is Stiles’ best friend and the fact that he had hidden it from him can't be sitting well.

Stiles –

“I don’t care that you’re… you know… wanting to date a guy. You know that doesn’t bother me. It’s just that it’s Derek and I don’t think he’s good for you…” Scott looked up at Derek and he nodded a little with that furrow in his brow. “… but if you’re a trigger for him and it’s going to be dangerous for him to just walk away now then fine. I mean Boyd said that these things don’t always last.”

That made me pang a little. Did everyone think that this was just some wolf thing? That this was going to end when I stopped being a trigger for him? Was it going to end then or did he actually feel something for me?

And why do I seem to have no say in this thing? He can't just drop me when he’s done enjoying my scent… that was weird, anyway… why do they all think that my feelings meant nothing?

“…but… I think I can be okay with this. Only if Isaac agrees to help me kill Derek if he does anything to hurt you.” The two of them looked over at one another and Isaac nodded.

Aw, Scott, I didn’t know you cared so much.

“Are we done with this now?” Derek asked, looking bored.

Did he really not care or was he just pretending that he didn’t care? He’s right; I ask too many questions.

“Yeah, we’re done.” Scott said.

“Well thank god for that.” I said with a grin to break the awkward tension between everyone.

“Let’s go, we’re not done yet.” Derek grabbed Jackson and started dragging him back to the clearing in front of his house.

Scott followed with Isaac and Boyd in tow and Lydia sucked her lips into a pout as she stared at me inquisitively. Allison went to head back with the others but stopped when she saw Lydia’s staring.

Erica just looked at us strangely.

“So… Derek?” Lydia said.

What does she want me to say to that? ‘So Jackson’ or something?

“Uh… yeah. Why are you staring at me?” I’m starting to feel pretty uncomfortable.

“He’s a pretty good looking guy.” She stated.

I rolled my eyes. “Why is everyone so hung up on the fact that he’s a ten and I’m a … wait what am I?” I flailed my arms a bit and thought I saw Erica smile.

“A solid seven.” Lydia replied instantly.

“Who made you the boss of number-judging?”

“Allison, tell him I’m right.”

We all looked to Allison who gaped for a moment, her eyes darting from me to Lydia and then rolled her eyes. “Well I’ll give her that one.” She said.

“Is a seven good or bad?” I asked.

Lydia gave a shrug. “Well there aren’t many people under three and Jackson’s definitely a nine so-”

“Wait you think Derek is higher than Jackson?” I said.

“I didn’t label him a ten, you did. But I’m not going to correct you so…”

“You guys kind of drifted off topic.” Erica said dryly.

“No one asked you, Catwoman.” I snapped.

“Catwoman?” she raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know! Who do you want to be? Wolverine?” I said and she glared at me with her eyes narrowed before slowly wandering away.

“You know, between going out with Derek and enraging Erica you’re asking to get hurt.” Allison said, a touch of a smile reaching her lips.

“Says you, the werewolf hunter with the teen wolf boyfriend.” She laughed a little and I felt a bit better.

“So is he a good kisser?” Lydia fluttered her eyelashes at me with an innocent looking smile.

“Oh I get it, you want details so you can play out your little fantasies.” I said lightly and Allison bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

Lydia smiled wryly and slipped her arm through mine as we began walking back to the house.

Well, that seemed to go reasonably well.

I sat in my bedroom later that night after having an actual private chat with Scott like I had wanted to start with. He told me that he had overreacted and that he didn’t mean to make such a scene. He also said that he would be fine with it, you know, so long as Derek doesn’t hurt me too bad. I should probably hide the bruises from him.

I had my music playing on the dock and I was reading one of my old comics; ironically it was Wolverine.

I heard my window slide open and smiled. I looked up as Derek stepped in, his black jeans and leather jacket making him look sexier than ever.

I threw the comic to the floor and stood up to see him. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me into his chest as he crushed his damp lips into mine. I thought about what Lydia said, about me being right about Derek being a ten. I smiled and I felt Derek’s lips stretch into a crescent shape under mine.

“What?” He asked.

I pulled my head back and looked at his face, his features softening and warmth flowing from him that seemed almost unusual. The rarity of a smile graced his lips and I completely forgot what I was thinking.

“Nothing, just… something Lydia said.” I nodded a little.

His smile turned supercilious, “you mean about how I’m a ten?”

My entire face flushed, even my ears. I could feel them burning as I averted my eyes from his gaze. “You know that super sour-wolf hearing of yours takes you down to a nine point five.” I muttered and his body shook as he laughed.

“Is that so?”

“Yup.”

“Well…” He shifted his weight so that his body grazed mine a little. “If it makes any difference I don’t think you’re a seven.”

“No?”

“No.”

“So what do you think I am then?” I said as I pulled a face trying to be nonchalant.

He laughed again and shrugged. “At least an eight.”

“Ha ha.”

He kissed me to dispel my bitter face. I gotta say, it worked. He tugged at my shirt and started pulling me across the room.

“Where are we going?” he didn’t answer, he just kept pulling me along and I wasn’t going to argue because it usually resulted in the removal of clothing.

We ended up in the bathroom and he shut the door behind us. He kissed me and unzipped my jacket as he opened the door to the shower. I let him undress me, partly because he does it so much better than I do and partly because I love that look he gets as he does it. I stood in my boxer briefs as he stripped out of his jacket and turned the water on.

He slowly unclothed until he was standing opposite me in just his black jockey shorts. His eyes never left mine as he dropped to his knees and torturously pulled down my boxers. He leant in and kissed me just under my hip bone and I sucked the air into my lungs sharply. His stubbled chin nuzzled into me and I wet my lips with my tongue.

He stood up and ravished my body with his eyes before giving his head a curt nod towards the shower.

“Yes Mr Sour-Wolf Sir.” I gave him a playful salute and he rolled his eyes as I stepped under the hot water.

It instantly made me feel relaxed, the warmth covering me completely and engulfing me from my shoulders to my toes.  I saw his shadow block out the light from the centre of the room and he shut the door, locking us in our own private space that blocked off the rest of the world.

One of his hands came sliding around my waist, pulling my body into his under the hot cascade. The other held tightly to the back of my hand, lifting it to press my palm against the cold tile wall.

I felt his lips break the stream of water as they made contact with the skin on my shoulder and I closed my eyes, drinking in this moment and never wanting to forget it.

“So what would you score me then?” I asked.

“What?” he mumbled into the back of my neck.

“You know… or did you really mean eight?” I felt him smile behind me.

“You’re fishing for compliments Stiles.”

“Am not.”

“You are, and you know the more you do it the less I’m going to bite.”

It was my turn to smile a little. “I don’t know whether that means I should keep going or stop.” I felt his teeth nip at my skin and I shivered.

He took his hand away from mine and picked up the little white bar from its holder as he rubbed some soap into his hands.

“Hey be careful not to drop that.” I said and he grinned to himself.

I don’t think he saw me watching, otherwise he might have rolled his eyes instead.

He ran his lathered hands down my back and pressed his thumbs into the muscles of my shoulders. I sighed as he made circular movements before running them down the sides of my spine to my lower back.

Sometimes I wish other people could see him when he’s like this, then they might believe that he won't hurt me. They might think that he’s more than just a big bad alpha. I mean everyone is someone different when they’re at home right?

On the other hand, I don’t want anyone else to know him like this. It makes me think that he does have actual feelings for me. It might just be a trigger for him, or so he says, but it’s not for me. Derek is making it really hard to feel anything other than good things for him especially when we’re alone like this.

I hadn’t even noticed him stop his massage so I jumped a little when I felt his lips in my ear.

“I would have to say… eleven.” He murmured before he pulled me tighter against him.

I just smiled to myself.

“Lying bastard.” His body shook with laughter again and he spun me around to greet me with a searing hot kiss.