Yayyy another chapter out so soon! YOUR REVIEWS MADE ME DO IT. I literally read them, thought about how cute you all were, and then got myself all excited and wrote.
Ps there is a clue in here as to whats going on with Stiles ;)
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Chapter 4 - Dreamin'
Stiles only had to think for a split second before making up his mind he was dreaming. How many times have you been floating in the sky above a huge, seemingly forgotten ruinscape surrounded by a countryside you don't recognize which happens to be very very green?
"Fantastic!" Stiles crossed his arms as he floats over—and almost scrapes his butt off of—a particularly tall piece of stone ruin. "I can't fall asleep for days, and when I do my dreams are wack. Crazy Stilinski. Really crazy."
He takes a look around him, noticing the ruins only run down and around a hill before stopping; the crumbling grey stone scattered across grassy landscape. He also realizes that he's rising higher and higher into the air then, much higher than he's comfortable with really, considering this was a very realistic feeling dream.
"Hmm, nooope. Not too okay with this actually. Down Stiles, go down." He was so high up now that the small details of the stone were no longer visible; instead he found him self staring down at the stone, which looked like a string of grey looping and dipping around the hillside. The grey stone ran in patterns across the hill, and Stiles squinted his eyes, suddenly acutely aware that the patterns of the ruins looked like something he should remember, a symbol? A—
And suddenly, whatever force was holding up his body dropped him and Stiles was screaming—without feeling embarrassed because really, it was his dream—as he plummeted towards the ground, and he made note in some small, non-panicking part of his brain that he was falling directly into the middle of the ruins, the center sucking him in.
"Stiles!"
"Why is his face like that?"
"Scott, weren't you with him?"
"No, look I just thought he needed a rest. I didn't think he was actually going to pass out.
"Is he okay? He looks a little—peckish?"
"Of course he looks like that Isaac. He fainted. He hasn't been getting any sleep. Was I the only one worried, or even thinking about that?"
Stiles groaned, and brought his hand up to his eyes, which were blinded by the sudden entry of bright lights.
"Yes Lydia. You were actually…and you told me to take some sleeping pills, remember?"
"He's awake!"
Scott's voice was so relieved that Stiles thought twice about giving his friend a hard time for not really paying attention to his lack of 8 hours a night.
"Yes I am. And I have a headache…you're all very loud. Where am I?" He looked over to see Scott kneeling by his side looking like a scolded puppy, Allison and Isaac standing over him—Allison looking concerned and Isaac looking his usual inquired self—and Lydia glaring at him from Allison's side. Ms. McCall was fixing the IV in his arm and "—WOAH why do I have a needle in my arm?! Forget the question about where I am, why is there a needle stabbed into my ARM!?"
"Because," Scott's mom scowled down at him, "you were dehydrated and not only had sleep deprivation but when was the last time you ate, Stiles?"
"This morning." He answered immediately. Ms. McCall raised her eyebrows and he caved. "I just had a granola bar…I forgot. Really." And he had. Stiles realized his head had been pounding so much he had forgotten to eat.
"I swear. I just haven't been feeling to well."
Next thing he knew Lydia's hand swatted the back of his head, and she pinching his upper arm. "Ow! Lydia! What the hell?"
"Don't be stupid. Come to the hospital if you actually can't sleep you idiot! Do you know how worried we all were when Derek carried you in here?! We thought you had died!"
"Yeah, dude—you were all limp and stuff," Isaac nodded his head thoughtfully.
Stiles gulped. That's right—he'd been having a conversation with Derek—a lovely conversation. God, he was even sarcastic in his own mind.
"I was just really tired. I haven't been sleeping well lately. Lots of weird dreams and stuff…" He paused then, not knowing if he should add the last part, but Scott grabbed his shoulder suddenly and Stiles knew his best friend hadn't realized how serious this whole thing had been until now. So he added, "it's freaking me out a little actually."
"I can prescribe some meds if you want?" Scott's mom was looking concerned, "just so you can get some sle—"
"No, I don't think so." Lydia suddenly interrupted looking thoughtful, her voice clipped. "I'm going to go make you some Bilberry burdock tea."
"Bless you," Isaac said to her, and even Allison rolled her eyes.
"I did not sneeze, you idiot. Bilberry burdock tea. I read about it once, and even though that was years ago, I suddenly remember it, and I've got a really strong feeling about giving it to Stiles right now."
With that, she grabbed her bag and headed towards the door. "Through past events, I think we all know we should probably pay attention to my random little feelings."
She marched out the door, leaving the group rather stunned. Finally Stiles chuckled.
"Typical. Well I trust Lydia, so let's get me out of here now! I'll probably feel better as soon as she gives me the Bilbocky stuff anyways."
"Don't you want to know where Derek is?"
Stiles felt his eyebrow twitch irritably and Scott's question, and felt even more irritated when Allison elbowed her ex. Why did she do that?
"Where indeed is the man who enter my house uninvited and made me so angry that I passed out? I should have asked that first. Silly me." He said flatly, making sure Scott knew he wasn't pleased. Scott winced, but kept going.
"After he dropped you here, making sure we were looking after you he left and said to call him once you were okay." It sounded like Scott was trying to make excuses for Derek. Ones that Stiles noted were not needed—he felt no anger towards the wolf, to his dismay—only shrewd disappointment. And he couldn't figure out if that was towards Derek or himself. Stiles sighed, and ran fingers through his messy hair.
"I'll call him." He held out his hand, and it took Scott a while to realize he wanted his phone. He suddenly felt tired, not sleepy tired, but the same tired he had felt after he watched Derek lifting all that heavy stuff at his house.
Stiles winced at the flush that ran up his neck when those pictures emerged into his mind again, but he was determine not to think about what it meant.
"Scott? How's Stiles?"
Shit, he'd forgotten he was holding the phone up to his ear—he shivered slightly when Derek said his name, so Stiles covered it up with a bark of laughter.
"Oh, so you're worried about my well-being? Aw Derek, that's so sweet. Thank you."
There was a pause from the other line.
"You're okay."
It wasn't a question, but a solid statement.
This was where Stiles was slightly surprised—usually Derek would have snapped something rude or saucy back, like 'I'll kill you'. But he had neither denied Stiles accusation of caring, or threatened him and now Stiles felt like an asshole even though it had been Derek who'd said horrible stuff to him earlier in his room.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just need some sleep apparently, and Lydia's gone to make some witches potion now so I'll be fine…don't get your wolf panties tied in a knot now."
He noticed then that Isaac and Allison had left, leaving only him and Scott in the room. He raised his eyebrows at the young werewolf, who shrugged and then mouthed 'gone to get snacks and mom' and walked out of the room.
He heard a growl from the other line, and started, "umm sorry, what?"
"Jesus Stiles, you were the one who called me. Pay attention."
"Right, sorry—ADHD remember? Continue." Another growl that sound suspiciously like 'I'll kill you'—Stiles smiled, and then realized he was smiling and forced himself to stop—and then Derek continued speaking.
"I said that if you feel what you're experiencing is important we'll go see Deaton or something and try and figure it o—"
"Wait—you're saying you want to help me?! You stood in my bedroom a few hours ago and completely ran me down! Derek, you can't just expect me to get past that just because you carried me to the hospital…I probably weighed nothing with your strength and you were the one who got me all riled up."
Stiles' brain automatically took that statement and turned it into some sexual imagery in his head and Stiles briefly wondered if this 'darkness around his heart' was the one causing these extremely wrong fantasies.
"You were being stupid." Was the reply, and Stiles threw his hands up.
"Of course I was."
A sigh on the other end, then,
"Bye Stiles." And Derek hung up.
Stiles decided he hated the way Derek said his name—he hated the way Derek flicked his tongue to make the ssst sound, and the way his voice was so sharp it just pierced through Stiles making it sound like it wasn't even Stiles name but instead Derek owned it and—
"Woah dude, are you okay? It looks like you got a fever or something. And your hearts going crazy."
Stiles opened his mouth once, twice and then decided not to answer.
He was fucked.
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