Writer's Notes:
Story isn't located anywhere in the timeline of the actual series.
Also, this is the first fic I've ever written, so please be gentle with me!
Of course, I'm happy to receive all kinds of reviews of what I'm writing... Just don't throw me into a piranha pool ;)
~ Sunday night ~
Knock on the door – in the middle of the night – shouldn't be something you'd wait for happening, and actually be excited about it! But tonight, this was the case, as Derek got this feeling he knew who would be standing behind his front door. Slowly, he forced himself to get up – sitting on the edge of his bed – still covered with the warm, comfortable sheets of his own bed. He felt the cold shivers running through his body and he honestly didn't bother getting off his bed. Another, louder knock on the door finally forced himself standing up, slowly approaching the window. He peeked out of the window, if it wasn't who he thought it would be – in case it would be some sort of danger, even though he didn't know why would someone dangerous actually knock on his door instead of just attacking him while he's asleep – and as he saw the young, teenager boy dressed in forest green clothing, a wide grin appeared on his lips. Third knock on the door sounded slightly nervous, the boy thought Derek wasn't going to invite him inside.
"Come on in!" he called out, stepping in front of the mirror, looking deep into his eyes. He looked at his own reflection, stretching his back to seem slightly taller. He knew he wasn't too short, but he liked to seem even more taller. Especially in a situations like this - situations where he wanted to seem as handsome as possible. Personally, he found tall men attractive - and when he thought about it, he couldn't see why would anyone else pay less attention to this. Knock on his bedroom's door woke him up from his quiet trance and he watched the boy getting into the room. Glancing through his body, from his head to his toes, Derek let his imagination run wild. He could remember the dream he had just before he woke up, the dream where there was just the two of them. Actually, that scene in a dream was a lot like the one they were in now! Trying to clear his mind, Derek turned to look out of the window, staring at all the stars shining brightly in the night. "So… what are you doing here, exactly?" he asked, trying to seem as innocent as he could, but he wasn't completely able to turn the wicked smile away, as well as not being able to completely hide the naughty thoughts he got.
Boy shrugged his shoulders, not saying anything. Spinning around, taking a look at every corner of Derek's bedroom, boy finally spotted his comfortable bed in the far corner. Slight smirk appeared on his face as he spent a while just pondering, how much more comfortable man's bed seemed, when compared to his bed that pretty much reminded him of those beds they used to have in hospitals back in the old-time. "I couldn't get any sleep…" he muttered, tilting his head a bit as he spotted the broken window across the room, not too far away from the window. He took a couple of steps towards the window, tilting his head to the opposite direction before he even thought about talking anything more than that. In fact, he didn't even know what he was doing there; he just didn't understand the urge to get there after seeing that dream. None of it made sense. Feeling confused, he just stared at Derek, trying to think of something to say. He felt like he should explain it, like he should tell him why he actually had run through the darkness to get behind man's door, in a forest full of all kinds of dangerous creatures and other things. But he couldn't get anything said, he was just standing there, moving his body weight nervously from one foot to the another, while man was staring at him with the kind of look that was clearly meant to repeat the question without saying a word. "I-I do-don't really know f-for sure…" he muttered with his voice shaking, feeling his cheeks burning from the embarrassment. He was afraid he had turned bright pink, but right at that moment, he didn't care to worry about it.
Derek stared back at the boy's brown eyes with a smirk on his face. Hearing him say that he didn't know what he was doing there was like greatest fairytale he had ever heard. It was something that could be believed by youth, but when you told stories like that to grown man, there was no way they would swallow it. Slowly, he shook his head, letting the smirk on his face grow wider. "Actually, I think you do know..." he said while turning his head away, forcing himself to stop staring into boy's eyes. Taking couple of breaths, thinking about his next move, man talked again. "And there's other thing I know as well..." he said, letting his eyes meet boy's eyes once again, giving him a long glance before taking couple of steps towards him.
He opened up his mouth to speak again, but he got nothing said. Not before Scott woke up from his dream. He felt his heart racing underneath his skin as he got up, sitting on the edge of the bed, resting his forehead against his hands. He didn't know what he should think about this dream and about the fact that this really wasn't the first time he saw similar dreams – actually, during the last seven days, he's got like a series of dreams that had built the situation towards this. It was really hurting him to watch how these two - Derek and his best friend - were having their games played in each one of his dreams. Some part of him actually believed it was really happening - what if the two of them were really standing in the corner of Derek's bedroom now? He took a deep breath before getting off his bed and bending against his dresser. "I'm over reacting." he told himself, knowing that there was logical reason for the dreams like this.