So while this is the last chapter for The Dream, it's most certainly not my last Teen Wolf fic! I've got way too much love in my heart for this show and fandom to stay away too long :)

Chapter 2

When we reached the small clearing where we'd hold the bonfire, Stiles was half carrying, half dragging a log from his jeep to the site.

"Here, let me help," I said, running over and picking up the other end. It was heavier than I had expected.

"There's three more like this in the back of my jeep, and a few smaller ones too. Scott and I can handle the bigger ones though," he said, and I swear I saw him puff out his chest a bit. It deflated pretty quickly though when Scott was suddenly beside me, dropping the last three huge and heavy logs at Stiles' feet. "Or Scott can just grab them," Stiles sighed, tossing his hands up in the air in exasperation while making his way back to the jeep to get the smaller logs.

I looked at Scott in disbelief. I knew he was strong, but I also knew how heavy those logs were, and he had picked them all up as if it was nothing. I was impressed, to say the least.

"Are you alright?" Scott asked, no doubt catching me staring at him.

"Fine," I nodded, my cheeks probably a bright shade of pink. I'd never been so grateful for the darkness. I began to help Scott stack the wood to distract myself.

Jackson and Lydia arrived, and Lydia put on the music she'd brought while the two of us pulled out a cooler of coke and some snacks they had brought out of the back of Jackson's car. After a few minutes, I felt heat on my back, so much heat from the flames of the bonfire. I turned my head and gasped when I saw the huge bright flames that seemed to touch the sky. Smoke began to fill the air around me, and though I hadn't previously given the similarities between a bonfire and the fire from my nightmare a second thought, I did now. Although I could practically feel myself slipping into a full blown panic attack, I couldn't stop staring at that roaring fire.

And then, Scott's arms were around me. My heart beat no longer sounded like a rock drummer with a solo and my breathing slowed back down to a normal pace. "What do you think?" he whispered in my ear, sending pleasant chills down my back.

I sighed, leaning my head back against his chest. "Perfect."

After just a few hours, Stiles came running over to Scott and I. "Guys," he said breathlessly, "my dad just called me. He said someone reported seeing a bunch of smoke in the woods and hearing loud music. Now he and some other guys are on their way to check it out. He also said that if I am in any way involved with something so stupid I'll never see the light of day again."

Jackson's car door slammed shut and he and Lydia sped off. "Yeah," Stiles said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I already told them."

It was then we heard sirens in the distance. Scott and I jumped to our feet and helped Stiles put out the fire and we tried our best to clean up. With the sirens getting closer and closer though, we probably didn't do as good of a job as we could have. But in this case, it'd have to work.

"See you guys later," Stiles called as he raced off to his jeep after we'd finished. Scott and I however, had parked his car farther away so we could walk here together. We wanted some time alone before the bonfire. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, though not so much now. We ran through the woods together in what I'm sure would have been a comical situation if we both weren't so afraid of getting caught. If we were, I was sure my dad would never ever let me see Scott again. Technically, I wasn't supposed to see him now either after that little incident on my birthday. And Scott's grades weren't the best. Being out after curfew wouldn't help him out any either. So needless to say, getting caught was not something either one of us wanted to do.

The sirens finally began to fade away and we stopped to catch our breath. It was then that through the darkness and the trees, something caught my eye.

I was standing before the remains of what was once a grand house before I was fully aware I had decided to move. "Allison," I heard Scott call as he came up beside me.

"Who's house is this?" I asked, still staring at the huge structure that loomed in front of us. It looked so familiar, but I couldn't figure out why.

"It was the Hale house," Scott said. "Can we go?"

"Wait," I said, taking a step closer to the house. Hale. I remembered that name. That party! The one where Scott had to go home early because he was sick, and the dark, quiet guy named Derek Hale gave me a ride home. "What happened?"

"There was a fire a few years back. Can we get out of here, now? Please?"

I was going to argue with him until I turned around and saw how anxious he was. His jaw was clenched tight and his hands were balled into fists by his sides.

"Sure," I said quickly. I knew Scott was not friends with Derek, but I didn't know why he was freaking out. I hated seeing him so upset though. I took his hand in mine and we walked the rest of the way to the car. I felt him relax with every step we took away from the house.

The next day I still could not shake the feeling that there was something familiar about the Hale house. That, combined with all the nightmares, my dad and Aunt Kate's weird behavior lately, and Scott's intense reaction to the house was all I could think about. My mind was telling me there was a connection somewhere. Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out what it was. I needed answers, and the only place I knew where I might be able to find them was back at the Hale house.

That afternoon, I found myself in front of that same house, with that same sense of deja vu I had yesterday. Except this time, I was alone.

Or so I thought until I saw Derek Hale come out of his house and begin to walk towards me. "This is private property," he said, stopping just a few feet away from me. "What are you doing here, Allison?"

I looked at him and sighed. "I really don't know any more," I said, laughing a bit nervously and shaking my head. "I'm sorry if I bothered you. I'm gonna go."

As I turned to leave I heard him say, "You want to know why this house looks so familiar."

I turned back around with what I'm sure was a very shocked and confused look on my face. Derek remained perfectly still as he continued, answering the question I had yet to verbalize, "It's because you've been here before."

"What?" I asked when I had found my voice. "No, I just moved to Beacon Hills this year."

"I didn't mean you'd been here recently," he said, his face void of all emotion. It was easy to see why he made some people nervous, but for some weird reason, I couldn't bring myself to be afraid of him. "You were here when you were ten years old. Although, this house looked much different then."

Even though I knew I should probably go and leave him alone with his cryptic way of speaking, he seemed to know what I wanted to know so badly. He had the answers I was looking for, I was sure of it. "I was here before the fire?" I asked.

Derek nodded.

"I need answers and I don't know who else I can ask," I said, hoping he wouldn't turn me away. I was desperate. "Will you help me?"

"Yes," he said. "I'll tell you all that I can."

"I keep having this dream, well nightmare really, about a fire. People are screaming and I go to help them, but then Scott appears only to be shot with an arrow by my dad, who is then attacked by... I don't even know what, but it looks at me after my dad looses consciousness and then I wake up," I said in a rush, not quite meaning to unburden my troubles on him, but I felt strangely comfortable around him. And like I said, there was no one else I could go to.

"The burning building was my house. The screams were those of my family who were trapped inside," he said, and I was amazed by the amount of self control he was able to maintain while recalling what I'm sure must have been a painful memory.

"Oh my God," I gasped. "It wasn't just a dream?"

"It was a memory. You were here that night, hiding behind that tree right over there most of the time."

"What about my dad? Was he there too?"

"Yes," he said. "I think you followed him here actually, although he didn't know it."

"But why was he here in the first place? And why was Scott there? I didn't know him then."

"You'll have to ask your father that, but you may not like his answer." As an after thought, he added, "That is, if he tells you the truth."

"My dad wouldn't lie to me," I said defensively.

"You're not sure though."

I opened my mouth then shut it again. With the way my dad had been acting lately, Derek wasn't too far off. "Fine, but what about Scott?"

"He was trying to stop you from going towards the fire, right?"

Now it was my turn to nod. "Until my dad shot him, yeah."

"Scott cares for you. He doesn't want to see you get hurt," he continued. "As for your father and the bow, that's another question you'll have to ask him."

"What about the thing that attacked him?" I asked, knowing it was a long shot but figuring it was worth a try.

"That's a nice necklace," he commented. "Your family crest, right?"

I nodded again as he took a few steps forward to reach out and hold the pendant that hung around my neck. "Look it up. It'll give you more answers than I ever could."

He turned to go back inside but I called out after him, "I have one last question."

When he turned back around, our eyes locked. "Why do I get the feeling that we've known each other before?" I asked somewhat hesitantly. "Where were you the night of the fire?"

"My sister and I were at school when it started," he said. "By the time we got here, it had gotten way out of hand. I couldn't help my family. But I did see you." He stopped and took a deep, somewhat shaky breath. It was the first hint of emotion he'd shown throughout our entire conversation. "You forgot to mention the part of your dream when you screamed and then fainted after seeing your father and the wolf like man fight."

I gasped. The thing with the blue eyes! "You saw it too?"

"You could say that," he nodded. "I felt bad that you had to see so much violence at such a young age. It didn't seem fair that you should be exposed to that so soon. After you fainted, I picked you up and carried you home. Your window was open, I assume that's how you got out in the first place, so I tucked you back in bed hoping you'd wake up in the morning thinking it was all just a bad dream. Guess I was right."

"Thank you," I whispered, unable to quite believe he'd done something so sweet for me.

Derek nodded again, this time with the smallest hint of a smile on his face.

"Why do you think I'm having this dream again now though, after all these years?" I wondered aloud.

He smirked. "That's something you'll have to ask Scott."