Derek hummed. I pulled his hand from my side and kissed his fingers; small and sweet chaste kisses. Slowly we found sleep. I can't tell you how often I have nightmares. But I can count on one hand how many I've had since I've moved in with Derek. Two, I've had two similar nightmares. I've lived with Derek for almost three years now.

Tonight marks the third nightmare. I woke up screaming; high pitched and blood curdling. I lunged up and forward and Derek's arms were flashed around me and holding me faster than my own body's reaction. I could feel myself still screaming, just not as loud, "Shush, it's alright, I'm here, It's alright," Derek's hand stroked the mess that was my hair, even if it was in a loose braid. I opened my eyes and breathed heavily.

"I- I'm-"

"Hush, Your okay, you're safe," Derek whispered in my ear, his voice was deep and raspy, in what I liked to call 'his morning voice'. My eyes were wide searching the room; it was still dark. I noticed the moonlight casting a shadow through the curtains. I blinked frantically as I began to settling into Derek, into his soft caresses and gently speaking. He could probably feel my body relax

"Stiles, I'm here," Derek's voice came like a tile wave; I shifted so I can bury my face into the nook of his neck, he loosened his grip so I could do so.

"What was it?" Derek asked swaying our torsos gently. "It . . I-" I paused taking in a huge whiff of Derek's woodland scent. "I don't remember," I lied and Derek noticed. But he didn't press the issue. He knew if I wanted to talk about it I would.

I remembered the nightmare, I remembered every detail. I was running through the woods of the Hale property, I could smell home, pack. It was a great scent, something of raspberries and damp forest floors, cloudy Sunday afternoons and rainy Mondays. It was overpowering. I followed it till I could see Derek, him standing with his hands in his pockets. He saw me and smiled, walking towards me. I loved the way he walked, the way he moved.

Just the sheer thought that this man loved me sent shivers up and down my spine. As he came closer, I started to notice that it wasn't Derek. It wasn't the man that I loved, it wasn't the man that argued with me, that played with me. It was someone else.

This man, this stranger pulled me close to them held me like Derek did and whispered 'He's dead, I'm you're alpha now,' My heart broke, my body cringed and felt like it was falling apart. My heart was pounding and visions of Derek's lifeless body as beneath me. I woke up then to Derek, to the man that sleep in our bed, that man that was very much alive. The man that rocked me gently, this man that promised me sweet comforts; Derek was very much alive.

I gazed up at him as he leaned up back against the walls of the bed. His eyes were closed, I reached my hand up and touched the permanent stubble, it tickled underneath my fingers. I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb over his closed lips. His breath grazed me thumb causing me to still. His lips curved into a soft smile. Derek knew every well that after a nightmare, I loved to feel him underneath my fingers. He sighed as I pulled my hand back down and curled into his hold of me. Both my arms pressed against his chest and my own. Which originally wouldn't have been painful, but considering I have breasts—Yeah it hurt a little.

"Sleep," Derek said in a hushed tone. I situated myself and sighed heavily. Eventually I did fall asleep. And it was peaceful. I usually don't return to nightmares once I've woken up from them . So I was pleased to fall asleep to just the scent of Derek. Leading to dreams I would enjoy later.

When I woke up I was alone. I whimpered in sorts, it wasn't common that I woke up without a Derek next to me. I got out of bed and went to the drawers and pulled out the first tee-shirt I saw. Which by the way was a great graphic tee; it was tight in the right places and its logo was 'American werewolf in London' it seemed only right to have a werewolf based shirt. I slipped into to some cut off sorts, denim of course. The pockets were longer then the shorts themselves. But it looked nice.

I slipped some socks on and my combat boots. I heard rustling from down stairs, so as I slipped both my boots on I headed down there.

Now to my surprise, Erica, Boyd, Scott, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Isaac, were all in my kitchen quietly talking. "And she's awake!" Scott yells. I cover my ears. "Ouch, new hearing Scott, Thanks" I said sarcastically, "Oh my, Stiles," Lydia said

"Alright, Stare and through your comments," I turned for them.