Characters: Derek/Stiles (Slash!)

Warnings: Slash. Possible Continuity errors.

Disclaimer: Teen wolf isn't mine.

Derek Hale splashed cold water on his face for what was probably the tenth time that morning. He could not get that god forsaken dream out of his head. All his life he had been told that he and his were one. Unlike Scott and his wolf Derek had more control over it because it was more than a part of him it was his very birth right. Unfortunately he and his wolf had never been this much at odds about anything. Ever.

Derek snarled at his reflection in the mirror before he did an about turn and exited the room not forgetting to slam the door as he left. Once he was outside (slamming that door as well) he couldn't help but be lost once again in his memories. He found himself running and before he could help himself he was in the middle of a field and he immediately recognize it. This was the place in his dream where his wolf had tried to do…something. Derek did indeed find himself attracted to Stiles, but it was the thirst for the chase that scared him. His wolf, no, he had enjoyed the chase. The adrenaline and panic that rolled off the man was enough that he could still feel it now in his waking state. When he had finally caught the man in his dream his reaction to his voice, the fear that mixed with attraction and something unspoken had sent tingles down Derek's body and he couldn't figure it out.

Did he really have it in him to hurt Stiles? Sure the boy was irksome like hell and he himself had threatened to rip his throat out many times but this dream. Derek Hale had a dark(er) side than even he himself didn't like. Derek sighed he would just have to hope Stiles could handle it better than he could, because even now walking away from that place he could feel his wolf deep inside, prowling around commanding him to claim his mate before someone else did…

Stiles jumped out of his jeep, flipped off some annoying jock or another that called him something he didn't particularly like and headed straight for his first class. He had finally given in and taken a shit load of advanced classes under his dad's…pestering or parenting as he called. He swore the man was a tyrant with his guilt trips. Rolling his eyes he realized he was the first one in class and he was for once glad that he had this class without Scott.

This was their final year of high school after all. It had been a year roughly since the incident at the high school and since he and Derek had bested the Alpha (okay, Scott had helped too.) Unsurprisingly Derek had disappeared after the alpha skipped town and Scott had initiated his plan to win Allison back, bitch that she was. So you could imagine his surprise when he sat down and turned towards the window to see one Derek Hale standing there just watching him. Impassively. Not blinking, not moving he was just standing there watching.

Stiles being stiles of course jumped a solid foot out of his chair and said chair (and Stiles) clattered to the ground and he sprawled there unceremoniously. When he finally righted himself he was surprised to find that he could swear he saw the smallest hint of a smile present on the wolf's lips. Glaring and sputtering randomly he had yet to realize that of course they couldn't hear each other through the window. Well, maybe Derek could but he certainly couldn't.

Looking exasperated Derek raised one hand lazily to his ear and pointed out his pinky and thumb finger in a hang loose expression. Oh! Phone. Patting himself down quickly he was surprised that his phone did indeed have one new message from one Derek Hale. Stiles frowned at that. He had never taken the man's number so how had it gotten there…Sighing and mumbling about crazy werewolf magic he wasn't surprised to find that when he looked up the man was gone and his classroom was slowly filling up with people who probably only knew him as the crazy talkative kid who dropped things…

He opened up the message reading quickly and frowning even more as it only increased his confusion.

'emergency. Meet me in the lacrosse field before practice. Don't tell scott.'

Well, alright then Mr. Vague. He supposed he should have known something like this couldn't have been a social call, but he was a little hurt that Derek didn't even know that he had quit lacrosse last year. Whatever, the man had been missing in action for about four months straight and he'd only been seen three or four times in all of the entire year since the alpha was unmasked and had fled so he wouldn't be killed.

Well, regardless since then he and Scott had grown apart so the part about not telling Scott wasn't much of a problem. These days he wouldn't hear much unless it started with Allison and probably ended with naked. Stiles looked up at the clock to see that it wasn't even 8 in the morning yet and the teacher had just walked in. He couldn't help but allow his head to bang painfully down on the desk. He was going to die of impatience and work himself into quite a tizzy before school was finished.

"Nice to see you as well, Mr. Stilinsky." Stiles raised his head and grinned sheepishly while mentally cursing werewolves who sent messages and then came to insure they were received in person.

It should not have been surprising to him that when he finally did show up at the designated time and place that Derek was nowhere to be found. Stiles screwed up his face in disgust and released something close to a growl of frustration as he leaned against the bleaches which he had come to dub as Derek's bleachers. This was the place where he normally stood creepily staring at Scott during their games or when they (Scott) was doing something that he had explicitly told them not to do. Stiles sighed and flicked a glance down at the cell phone in his hand.

The man was thirty minutes late and Stiles was officially out of patience he wasn't a very patient person and he had only waited this long because Derek was pretty much known for being able to kill people with just a little bit more than a look at Stiles had not a fear exactly, we'll call it begrudging respect. Yes that was it, his respect for the senior beta had led to him waiting this long. Now however it was time for him to go home and do whatever it was he normally did on a Monday night. Since Scott and he had grown apart the answer to that was pretty much homework and sleeping.

Rolling his eyes as he watched said "best friend" practicing on the field wave to him he raised his own hand in greeting before turning and walking away. Stiles had better things to do than watch happy people…