The sourwolf's mate - sterek one shot.

Sterek one-shot

Hey guys. So as you probably know there are a lot of Sterek fanfics out there and I really wanted to write one, but I don't have the patience to write a full book right now so here you go.
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Be sure to comment and let me know what you think of the story.

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Stiles Stilinski was slumped against his desk feeling thoroughly sorry for himself. All of his friends were supernatural bad-asses and what was he? Just another fragile human, so easily tossed aside.

Stiles sighed and grabbed his phone just as it started to ring,

"Hello?" He answered.

"Oh good you're awake," came the voice of his apparent friend Lydia.

"Hey Lydia, what's up?" He asked. Probably just another supernatural threat they want me to research he thought sourly.

"Oh you know, the usual." She said casually. "Anyway, the pack wanted me to let you know that there's a meeting at Derek's house. We'll need you to be there to research some possible leads on a new supernatural threat. Think you can make it?" She asked sounding bored.

"Yeah sure, I'll be there in half an hour." Stiles sighed hanging up the phone. He knew all his supposed friends kept him around for was research, even his best friend Scott had been becoming more distant lately, too busy spending time with Isaac, and yet he still couldn't bring himself to just leave and let them get on with it themselves. They were still his friends after all, well maybe all except Derek, and no-one cares about Peter, so he doesn't really count.

Stiles sighed and reached out for the keys to his beloved jeep, wincing slightly as the newly marked skin across his wrists stretched and a few drops of blood leaked out from his recently inflicted wounds.

Ignoring the pain that had suddenly flared up, he ran downstairs, yelled a quick goodbye to his dad and hopped into his Jeep, strangely excited, just like he always was whenever he headed over to a certain sourwolf's house.

**********~20 minutes later~**********

Stiles slammed the door of his Jeep and took a slow shuddering breath, trying to calm his already shaken nerves (he almost ran over a cat on his way over) and attempted to slow down his annoyingly revealing heartbeat.

"Stupid werewolves and their freaky supernatural hearing, can't keep a secret to save your life." Stiles muttered stomping up the rotted wooden stairs and barged into the house without even bothering to knock, they probably already know he's here anyway.

"Finally. We don't have all day you know." Growled a very irritated looking Derek, who glared at him from where the pack was sitting, flashing his alpha eyes in an attempt to intimidate Stiles.

"Oh put your claws away sourwolf, it's not as if I killed someone." Stiles sighed, already starting to regret coming here. He really just wasn't in the mood to deal with Derek's constant threats today.