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Sorry that this chapter is a bit of a filler, I had to get all that stuff out the way so I could start my own story line (I won't be following the Season 3 story line as you will soon find out). Anyway, I hope you like the latest Sterek chapter and let me know what you wanna see/what you think!

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Derek –

“And don’t call me.” I heard him utter the words as I jumped off the roof of his house.

He knew I could hear him, he just couldn’t say it to my face.

I was angry; I could feel it welling up inside of me. Good thing I had bigger things to deal with. I headed back to the house and Scott confronted me with some news about Jackson.

Things were happening that we couldn’t explain and Isaac went with Scott to the hospital to check it out. Meanwhile Peter was looking at a beastiary on the computer and we found out that Jackson was changing… into something bigger and much badder.

We had to get down there now so I drove the two of us to the car park where they were taking him. For some reason Scott had enlisted the help of Argent, the hunter. He claims to be on our side for this, us against Gerard.

If Jackson was dead then it was because he wanted it. The only way to save him from completing the next phase of the transformation – which was terrifying by the way – is to get someone to reach out to him.

The only person we could think of was Lydia but who knows if she’s even going to make it here. Does she even know what’s happening? Stiles was clogging up my mind and making me lose track of other things. I should have stayed away from him.

I knew that getting involved with a trigger was going to turn sour.

Sour-wolf.

His voice echoed in my head

Don’t call me that. I thought back.

Why? I know you like it when I call you that. His voice purred.

You think you know a lot of things.

Can’t you just give me this one? He teased.

A smile tugged at my lips but I shook the thoughts of him out of my mind.

Focus Derek.

It turns out Gerard did have a plan, one that I definitely didn’t see coming.

Isaac, Scott and I were fighting with Jackson, who was lying dead on the lacrosse field only hours earlier. His poisoned claws slashed across my stomach, paralysing my legs and I was helpless as I watched Allison dig her blades into Isaac.

I let out a loud low growl, she was hurting the members of my pack. Who knows what they’ve done to Erica and Boyd. Isaac went down and she turned her attention to me, her eyes as bloodthirsty as her grandfather’s. I saw Argent looking over in horror at what his daughter had become.

Scott ran up beside me and called out to her.

“Allison!”

It was then that we saw the Kanima grab her and hold her back by the throat.

Gerard stepped out of the shadows and began to reveal his plan to us, a plan that Scott had known about for quite some time. Why didn’t he tell me?

He’s dying, Gerard is dying and what he wants is something that I can give him. The only cure for cancer that there is – the bite.

He was ruthless. Jackson held tightly to Allison’s throat.

“For survival? I’d kill my own son!” Gerard spat.

Scott knew what he wanted. So did I. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t resist.

Scott dug his fingers into my neck and dragged me up so that Gerard could place his arm in my mouth. I didn’t want him to have it, I knew what came next. He was going to kill me to become the alpha and then they would have no way of stopping him, not with Jackson still needing a master.

“You’re the only piece that doesn’t fit Derek.” Gerard taunted.

Didn’t he think I knew that? I made a new pack, I asked them if they wanted it. I didn’t force them into this and they still wanted something more. Isaac was the only one still here, but I know that’s more out of allegiance to Scott than me.

“Scott… Don’t…” I panted.

“I’m sorry… but I have to.” He wrenched my head back, opening my jaws.

Gerard’s arm came down and between my fangs until he forced the bite. He yelled in agony and pulled away, Scott let me drop to the ground.

I knew what was coming next, once the transformation begun he would kill me and take my place as alpha.

“Isaac…” I said softly and his ears picked up. “Tell Stiles… I’m sorry…” He nodded slowly.

Scott didn’t hear me and neither did anyone else. I let my body fall limp as I watched Gerard holding his bitten arm in the air and then something strange happened. It began to ooze something sticky and black.

That isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

“What did you do?” He glared over at Scott who looked down at me.

“Everyone said Gerard had a plan…” He looked up at Gerard a little cockily. “I had a plan too.”

Gerard pulled out his pill box and tipped them into his hand, crushing them. “Mountain ash!” He roared.

It’s safe to say that it didn’t go well for him. Right before he collapsed he commanded Jackson to kill us all. He replies with a reptilian hiss and Allison elbowed him in the face and cleared out of the way long enough for an all too familiar jeep to come crashing through one of the boarded up walls and into Jackson before breaking hard.

I knew exactly who was in that car. I could sense him in there and he wasn’t alone.

Lydia was there with him.

As Jackson mounted his attack on the jeep she and Stiles came clamouring out and the first thing that Lydia did was run to him, a key in her outstretched hand.

Peter and I were finally able to complete our plan and when he was almost back to his human self we simultaneously inserted our claws into his back and stomach before letting him fall.

Lydia was crying impossibly now, the boy she had just told that she still loved lay dead before her eyes. I stepped back with the group and put my hand on Isaac’s shoulder. He stood back in line with me, both our expressions sombre. I didn’t want to kill him, not if I could help it.

I think we all had the same shocked expression on our faces when he began to rise, his blue eyes sparkling and his final transformation complete. I guess he got what he wanted after all.

Lydia ran to him and threw her arms around him. I heard her whisper to him that she loved him, over and over again. I glanced to my left to see that Stiles was trying to hide his tears. He has been infatuated with Lydia for years. I felt a pang in my gut but I tried to push it back.

I know it’s not easy to get rid of feelings you’ve had for a long time but didn’t I break some of that infatuation? Sometimes I forget that this trigger thing only goes the one way.

“Scratched my jeep.” I heard Stiles try to cover up his tears but he wasn’t fooling me, or Scott.

I watched him walk over to his jeep, knowing that the worst was over and he climbed in. I heard him sigh and I wanted to walk over and climb in beside him but I kept my feet glued to the floor.

As I stared over at him he looked up and gave me a blank stare, his eyes still glassy from the tears, before he turned away and started the car.

Argent put his arm around Allison who shrunk back into his arms and began to sob. Scott knew his place and wandered over to the jeep where Stiles was waiting, knowing that it would be up to him to take Scott home.

I walked slowly over to Jackson who was still clutching Lydia. “Meet me at my place tomorrow; you’re one of us now. Someone’s got to teach you.” I said.

Lydia pulled herself off him for a moment, her hands never leaving his sides.

“So you can kill me?” He said, the look in his eyes was full of fear.

“I’m not going to kill you, I promise. And Isaac will be there.”

Isaac walked over to us and gave him a slight smile. “He just wants to help. We both do.”

Jackson nodded before Isaac stripped his shirt and handed it to him to cover himself up. Somehow we had all forgotten the fact that he was completely nude. He took it and turned back to Lydia.

“Come on.” I said to Isaac and we turned to leave.

“Derek!” I spun around to see Argent calling me.

I looked in his direction and we gave one another a mutual glare. We didn’t like each other but this was cause for a truce.

“The other two from your pack are in my cellar. I’ll let them go.” He said.

“Thank you.”

“You better keep them in control.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

“Jackson is your responsibility now too. I don’t want any more human blood spilled at the next full moon.” He said firmly.

“Then we agree.” I said.

“I suppose we do.” We exchanged nods and he wrapped his arm around Allison and they headed to their car.

“So…” I grit my teeth and turned around to see Peter standing in front of me with his usual arrogant smile. “Where to next?”

I groaned and Isaac rolled his eyes.

“Do we really have to drive back to your house with him?” He asked.

I sighed again and glared at Peter who was still smiling.

“’Fraid so, oh and, uh… shotgun.” He grinned.

God, I hate him.

Argent kept his word about letting Erica and Boyd go. They came whimpering back to my door in the early hours of the morning.

“Look, if you don’t want to stay here that’s fine. If you want to go off searching for another pack then go ahead. I’m not forcing you to stay.” I told them.

“We’re not leaving.” Boyd said, his aching body leant against my front porch.

“That’s good to hear.” Peter said from behind me.

“Would you shut up?” I growled and he smiled, amused at his inappropriate humour.

“There is no other pack, it was all a ruse.” Erica said, her eyes weak and broken from being bound by electric wires. “Besides, this is our home.”

“Oh no, don’t think that this has become a little wolf-house for strays just because I can't get Isaac to leave.” I said.

Isaac threw his hands up and gave me a look but I just rolled my eyes.

“Do you still want us in your pack?” Boyd asked sincerely.

“You’re welcome to stay, just don’t turn into squatters.” I said coolly.

I tried to sound offhand and as much as I bugged Isaac for cramping my loner lifestyle I did enjoy having him here as company. I’d forgotten how much I missed having people living here with me.

“No, he’s got enough of them.” Peter chimed in.

I rolled my eyes but ignored him.

I explained to them about what had happened and told them about Jackson. They didn’t seem so sure about accepting him into the pack but I’m the alpha so they didn’t verbalise their concerns.

He showed up about mid-morning with Lydia by his side. Scott showed up too, clearly he had heard about the meet up, that or Jackson called him in for protection. The rest of my pack hung around behind me, Isaac standing the closest. Of all of them he’s the one I can trust the most.

I couldn’t help but notice that Stiles wasn’t here. It seemed strange for everyone to be here except him, he was usually the one I could count on. My body stung from the effect of not seeing him and I know that Scott could see that something was wrong. My pack knew what was affecting me but I made sure not to say anything to any of them.

Why wouldn’t Scott bring him? What if he asked but Stiles refused? He did say something about not wanting anything to do with members of my species… had he finally had enough?

“You’re going to need our help if you’re going to survive in this town.” I said. “Right now we have a truce with the Argents but if you can't control yourself on the full moon or when you shift then that’s broken, done. So I’m going to ask you now, do you want to be a part of this pack?”

He shifted his weight a little. His eyes darted over to Scott. “You’re not with them are you?”

Scott pulled a face and shrugged. “It’s kind of complicated.” He said.

“He doesn’t like me.” Peter said.

“Nobody likes you.” Isaac retorted.

Peter gave him a semi-serious look and Isaac looked like he may have regretted his words. I smiled a little, I’m glad somebody said it.

“It’s true; I’m not even sure why you're still here.” I said and Peter shrugged.

“Well why aren’t you with them then?” Jackson asked.

“He’s an alpha, I’m not a part of his pack.”

“You can choose to be can't you?”

“You know you’re welcome if that’s what you want, you just need to respect my position as alpha.” I said.

Scott looked over at Jackson who was starting to look like he wasn’t going to join us unless we had Scott on our side. He turned back to me and I could see that he knew it too, and he knew that what Jackson needed to transition smoothly was a pack.

“You’re free to leave if it’s not what you want.” I said.

“I know.” He took one last look at Jackson before nodding lightly. “I think we need to be united, we’re stronger as a pack.” He said.

So that was that, I had Scott and Jackson along with Erica, Boyd and Isaac. I refuse to include Peter who is still hanging about annoyingly. There was only one thing missing from my pack.

I had Lydia who came with Jackson, and Allison would no doubt follow Scott to become a part of this misfit group, but that wasn’t enough.

I wanted Stiles.

For the next four nights I went to his house and sat on the roof outside his bedroom window. He told me not to call and I didn’t. I waited for him to contact me but he still hadn’t and staying away from him was beginning to drive me mad. I wasn’t going to call him or knock on the window if he didn’t want to talk to me.

I guess we’re both stubborn in that way. I sat listening to him sleep, his heart beat pounding slowly, picking up when his dreams captured his imagination. It was soothing and his scent was still as glorious as ever. I longed to climb in through the window and feel the heat of his body against mine.

If only he hadn’t been so stubborn the other night; why wouldn’t he let me stay? He had been asking for me to stay with him but I never wanted to. I wanted to keep this thing as sterile as possible so that when the trigger broke I could just move on. Besides, I was above feeing petty attachments.

I suppose that sounds silly considering the fact that I’m perched on his roof listening to him sleep. I rested my chin on my knees and closed my eyes. The rhythmic thumping of his heart making mine slow down to match it.

Why did he have to be so stubborn?

“Still awake…” He said to himself. “Why can't I get you out of my head?”

I sighed again; he had been restless last night too.

“What do you see in a guy like Jackson?” I ground my teeth, he was still thinking about Lydia? “I mean, apart from the obvious.”

I shifted my weight and furrowed my brow. What was so special about that girl?

“Is it because I’m too… normal for you? I mean Jackson’s a freaking werewolf now; he could tear you to pieces. Trust me Lydia there is nothing special about a werewolf.” I let out a low growl and I heard his heart start beating a little faster. “I know you’re there sour wolf.”

My ears picked up and I froze, I think my heart may have stopped beating.

“Are you just checking in or is there some other reason you’re here? The window’s open you know. I heard you there last night.” I didn’t know whether to go in or not, I wanted to see him but the way I wanted to hold him, touch him… I didn’t want him to think that I just came for that the same way he did the other night. “If you don’t want to come in fine, I know I said don’t call me but… I want you to be here with me.”

I didn’t need much more convincing. I opened the window and climbed in gracefully as he sat up in bed. I just stood there staring at him and he gave me a weak smile. “You know I kind of thought that it was just a squirrel or something but I feel better knowing that I didn’t make a total ass out of myself… though if it was a squirrel he wouldn’t know that I was making an ass of myself… he’d just be… squirrelling.” I had to hold back my smile at that.

“Are you saying that I sound like a squirrel?” I asked and he smiled.

“To my weak human ears; yeah.”

I walked up to him and cupped his face in my hands. His full lips had almost fully recovered from the beating he had suffered at the hands of Gerard and they were soft and supple under mine.

A fire rippled through my body at his touch, he wrapped his arms around my waist and when I pulled my lips from his he nuzzled into my neck. He was so very fragile and I held him into me tightly. I didn’t want any more harm to come to him because of me and I let out a heavy exhale knowing that the threat is gone and he was here, in my arms.

He pulled away and his fingers slipped down my arm and laced themselves with mine. Had it been any other day I would have pulled them out of his grasp but I was just so thankful to be near him that I let him have this one. I trailed him to his bed and I slipped off my shoes to climb in beside him.

My body melted into his and I wrapped one arm around him, our hands still locked together tightly.

“So I guess everything is going well now, huh?” He whispered.

“It seems like it.” I kissed him behind his ear.

“Scott said he agreed to be a part of your pack.”

“He did.”

“You must be happy.”

“Why? It doesn’t matter if I have Scott, it’s you I want.” My lips brushed his neck as my words trickled into his ear.

“Well you’ve got me.” He murmured.

“Good.”

“Are you…”

“I’m staying Stiles.”

He nodded a little and bumped his head into mine. “Sorry.” He muttered.

I just let out a little laugh.

“I guess there’s only one thing to do now.” He said.

“What’s that?” I asked, nuzzling into him and closing my eyes.

I couldn’t imagine a better place to fall asleep.

“I’ve got to tell Scott.” He said.

I opened my eyes. Oh yes, I’d forgotten about that.