Author's Note: These ficlets were written for the May challenge on the LJ group spanking_world. All stories had to be under 600 words. Please read notes and warnings before each one.

General Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, and I'm not making any money from this story.


Note: This takes place after Season 2

Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Warning: Non-consensual disciplinary swat of a teen by a werewolf.


"You're late," Derek said, glaring at his new Beta.

Jackson glared back as he walked into what was left of the old Hale house. "I had to stop at Lydia's."

"Pack business comes first," Derek said, "especially when there's a threat. Don't be late again." The Alpha made eye contact with Isaac, Scott, Peter, and Stiles. "That goes for everyone."

Jackson rolled his eyes, and went to stand next to Isaac without comment.

Still hurt that Lydia was in love with such a jackass, Stiles leaned towards Scott and mumbled, "Do you think she even tries to help him with his homework? Nah, it's probably easier for her to just do it for him."

Jackson growled, "Shut up Stilinski."

"What? Can't handle the fact that your girlfriend's a genius, and you're a dumb jock?"

"Stiles..." Scott said, but Stiles spoke over him.

"Is that why you're always treating her like crap? Damaged male pride?"

Jackson wolfed out, and lunged towards the human.

Before Stiles even realized Jackson was moving, Scott had stepped in front of his friend. The protective gesture turned out to be unnecessary, because Derek had grabbed Jackson by the back of his shirt in mid-lunge. Lost in his fury, Jackson snarled and shoved the person holding him back. Derek's eyes turned red, his fangs distended, he grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and shook him. Derek let out a roar that shook the floorboards.

Stiles eyes went wide with shock, when Jackson and Isaac both visibly cringed and cowered. Before he could stop himself, a small laugh came out of his traitorous mouth. When Derek's red eyes snapped to his, Stiles shrugged and said, "I can't help it. It's funny to see Jackson of all people cower to you. I mean, I get Isaac cowering, but Jacks…" Realizing what he'd just said, made him blush with shame. No one should have to suffer through the abuse Isaac had suffered, and he certainly hadn't meant to bring it up, he'd just been too busy taunting Jackson to notice. He turned to Isaac and muttered, "Sorry man, I didn't mean it like that. I just…" He trailed off, not sure how to explain himself.

Isaac shrugged as if those words hadn't hurt.

Losing what little patients he had, Derek dropped Jackson, and reached out to grab Stiles, but a soft grunt of disapproval from his uncle stopped him. He knew without looking at Peter, that the older man was cautioning him against damaging the human. Derek glared at his uncle for even thinking he'd treat the human with the same force he treated his Betas. He was always careful with Stiles, even if the boy didn't know it, or appreciate it. Derek reverted back to his human form, grabbed Stiles upper arm in one hand, and whacked the boy's backside with the other.

"Ow!" Stiles yelped, going up on his toes, and trying to dance out of the Alpha's grip. "What the hell, Derek!"

Taking into account Stiles fragile body, Derek gave him a tiny shake and said, "Our town has been over run by an Alpha pack! Nothing else matters right now! Stop derailing this meeting and focus!"

"Okay, okay," Stiles said after the bone-jarring shake. "I'm focused." Stiles rubbed his butt with his free hand. Derek let him go with a small shove to get him back beside Scott. With a hiss of pain, Stiles muttered, "That's gonna bruise."

Derek pretended he hadn't heard that, and started laying out the plan for keeping his pack alive over the next few weeks.