Author's Note: Okay so here is a chapter that I wrote that didn't make it into the story because at the time I felt it was out of place. Now, however, I see it fitting in between chapter 4 and 5.

Chapter: Dreams Really Do Come True

Abby woke to find herself laying on a bed of twigs, grass, and dirt. Looking down at herself she saw that she was wearing the same clothing she had on before she went to bed: a baby blue tank top and a pair of matching tartan pajama bottoms competed with her slippers. She was freezing, and if she didn't find shelter soon she would surely get frost bite. Altogether Abby noticed several things at once, The first was that it was nearing dawn as she could see the sun peaking on the horizon, the second was that she must have been in the local preserve, and the third was she could make out the shiloutte of a house in the distance. It was her only chance to maybe get help. Ignoring the lingering questions that plagued her mind she started the walk to shelter. As she got closer she noticed something about the house. One it looked like it was nothing more then a burnt shell of a formally beautiful home, two she got a really bad feeling about the place; death lingered all around, and the third she could see a light in the frond second story window. Not the type of light one would see coming from a man made fire or candle, no this was the soft glow that only electricity could produce. It was odd, the two were like a contradiction. The house that looked like in hadn't been in use in years, and the fresh glow of one of man made comforts. Following the light she let her self in and followed the stairs to the source of the light. She saw a young man who could be no older then she was rumming around and throwing things into a duffle bag. He was collecting things that survived the fire photo's, trinkets, and the other little things that made a home a home. She approached him.

"Excuse me, can you help me? I seem to be a little lost and need to get back into town." She asked but the man either was ignoring her or didn't seem to hear her. "If you could just let me use your phone I could call me uncle the Sheriff to come and get me." Again she was ignored. This time, however, he turned to towards her, but before she could get a good look at his face, he passed right through her and the scene changed.

It was no longer dark and out, instead the sunny was shining as if it were mid afternoon. Abby felt the warmth tickle her skin as the color return to her cheeks and feelings to her fingers and toes. Abby saw herself watching the seen before her unfold. There was a little girl no older three crying. It was clear that she had gotten lost in the preserve. If she wasn't mistaken the little girl was her. She vaguely had any memories of this event. She remembered getting lost but her parent's told her a very different account. To start she was in a park not the preserve.

"Mommy." A three year old Abby cried as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist. "Daddy." Her voice was heart breakingly pitiful. Abby followed her younger self and watched her come up to

"Get the hell away from my daughter!" There was her father running out of her family car to tear her out of the hands of the little boy who was holding her. "Abby, baby, what did they do to you?" Mike asked his daughter as she wrapped her little legs around him so she burrow herself into the safety of her father.

"I didn't do anything. Mom honest I was just trying to get her to laugh." The boy looked at his mother desperate for her approval.

"I know you didn't sweetheart." The woman showed her support for her son, by placing her hands on both of his shoulders. "She found us Mike. She will always find her way to use. It's how it works." The women was smug in her explanation.

"Is that him?" Her father asked nodding to the boy.

"It's his instinct to protect and take care of her." The women spoke as if she proud of her sons actions. "You are only delaying the inevitable."

"My daughter is not going to pay for my greedy selfish mistake. Do you want the money back? I'll pay you back with interest?" Mike handed the little Abby to her mother as he begged and pleaded with the women.

"Go inside hunny. I'll be in, in a minute to fix you a snack." The women gave her son a reassuring smile as she watched him disapear. Once she was sure her son was gone she addressed Mike her eyes flashing red. "Money, wealth power, greed they are all human vices none of which we have a use for. What we want is honor, loyalty. All of which you promised us with your daughter. Don't insult me again.

Abby watched as her three year old self climbed out of her parents bed clutching her stuffed bunny in her arms. She wanted mommy and she was determined to find her. What she found were her parent's fighting.

"What did you do John?" Megan demanded an explanation from her husband.

"Nothing that can't be undone. We need to pack our things and move as far away from here as possible." Mike was pacing back and forth clearly drunk.

"Why? Why was that women talking about Abby? Tell me what you did Mike; tell me what you did!" Hearing her mother yell little Abby ran back to her parent's bedroom and hid under the covers.

This time Abby watched as her teenaged self spied on their parents. She remembered this more clearly then the other memories or were they dreams? She wasn't interlay sure. Either way she knew what was coming.

"Please tell me you didn't?" Megan cried as her husband handed her a drink.

"I did what I had to do." Mike threw himself onto the sofa in his study.

"But why? We moved so far away. There were innocent children in the house." Mega cried out.

"You know why. She asked about the day in the preserve. She starting to remember and the connection between them is forming. He's turning sixteen it had to be done now." Mike took his wife in his arms trying to comfort her. "This was the only way."

Abby saw herself standing in the midst of a beautifully decorated ballroom in an equally beautiful wedding dress. She was at a wedding; her wedding.

"Dance with me." A man who she assumed was her groom from the wedding band that adnored his left ring finger demand of her. She could see his face. Instead he favored a wolf mask. "You know we should have played together as children. I would have been your first date, your first kiss well your first and only everything. They took that form us, and I'm not sorry for what happened to them. They got what they deserved." The wolf pulled her closer and his held her tightly in his arms.

"Who are you?" Abby found herself asking the man who is suppose to be her husband.

"I'm your mate." The man chuckled and pulled back so he could look into her eyes.

"I've never had a dream like that before. You know where a wake up out of breath in a cold sweat." Abby relayed this to her uncle and cousin over breakfast.

"Really because I have. They usually end a little differently." Stiles didn't realize the words that left his mouth. That was, of course until his father's hand met the back of his head.

Abby squinted her eyes at Stiles over share. "What I meant was is that I never had a dream that felt that real. They were more like memories." Abby shuddered. "And, I truly mean this Stiles, never, ever again tell me that much information about you in bed."

"Noted." Stiles laughed as he shoved a pancake in his mouth.

Across town Derek popped up in bed waking out of a cold, sound sleep. He saw it all; every buried memory that was hidden inside her mind. He felt it all too. His mate was in distress and he felt every minute of it.