Here's chapter four:

Pairings: Stiles/Derek.

About: Stiles has a nightmare and wants Derek to comfort him.


4. I HAD A NIGHTMARE, DEREK.

Derek was just relaxing on his bed when a knock came at the door. It was two in the morning, and the only reason Derek was awake was because, well, he's a sourwolf and they do things by the book. Like stay awake until early hours of the morning. You know, as sourwolves do.

"Come in," Derek said.

Derek internally groaned when he saw Stiles. But the kid was different. He nose was red, his eyes puffy, and there were obvious tear tracks down his face. Derek sighed.

"What's up, Stiles?" he asked softer then usual. So he had a little soft spot for the human boy. So what?

"I-I-I had a nightmare," Stiles said, shuddering and shivering.

"About what?"

Stiles shook again. "I had to watch my momma die again."

Derek, usually growling by now in Stiles' presence, looked positively heart broken when those words came our of the teenage boy's mouth. He had to see his mom die? At least Derek was at school when the fire happened, and he didn't have to see it. It still hurts though.

"Can I sleep with you?" Stiles asked quietly.

Derek hesitantly nodded. Stiles jumped on the place next to him on the bed, and settled himself underneath the covers. Derek fell asleep to the sounds of his breathing. Even he, the sourwolf who did everything by the book, had to go to sleep sometimes.


"Awww!" Lydia's voice awoke Derek as he tried to focus his eyes on the light that was blasting though the window.

He could see what Lydia was aww-ing at. Stiles had somehow gotten his head on his chest and his arm thrown over Derek's abdomen. Derek had snaked his arms around Stiles, and had twisted their legs together.

"He had a nightmare," Derek growled softly.

"Riiiiiiiigggggghhhhtttt," Lydia said, dragging it out. "I believe you. Whatever. You two just make a really cute couple."

Stiles scrunched his nose up in his sleep, as he planted his face into Derek's chest some more. Derek tensed for a moment, before relaxing when Stiles was still asleep. The whole pack was now aww-ing from the door. Derek growled at them to go away, but none of them would. Stiles woke up suddenly, and looked at Derek before poking his chest and poking a pillow.

"Your chest is softer then a pillow," He said sleepily, a lazy grin on his face.

Derek growled.

"Bad, Derek, bad!"

A new rule was added to the list that day: don't ever interrupt Derek in his bedroom. Ever.


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