January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father's death. The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it very obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was. So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in. --- This story is from ArchiveOfOurOwn from stiles-and-the-sourwolf. All credits go to her. --- The chapters are mostly 20+ pages

Stiles stayed back home, while everyone else went off to college , planning on becoming a cop like his dad, pretty much worked on a lot of the cases already, especially recently. Shit starts happening again and since Scott and the rest of the pack are out of town he has to resort to going to the one of the only werewolves left in town, Derek, cause Peter was definitely out of the question. As the unlikely duo try and figure out what's going on in their town their lives become more entangled then they ever imagined. What started as a temporary friendship develops into so much more, and they don't really even know how to define what's happening, just that neither of them mind it all that much. *They are out of High School but it takes place after the events of the fourth season. ((Though some details may be a little off)) *Will be like Senior year was quiet and they didn't have any problems with Theo or The Dread Doctors. *Also I don't own Teen Wolf, or any of their characters. *I did however come up with the progression of this story line so no stealing. lol *May contain some violence and smutty scenes.