Author's Note: Many things in the first few chapters have been revamped. Some things have been added or changed, and some things taken away. Some hugs taken away lol. I guess that's why they say a writer is always writing!

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Chapter Seven

"Nightmare"

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Derek wasn't sure what he was doing, crouched on the roof outside Scott's window. It was well past three in the morning, and Scott was inside sleeping. Derek didn't have anywhere else to go, and he couldn't sleep. He used that to justify creeping around someone's house while its occupants slept. But the truth was that he wanted to keep an eye on Scott. The kid had been through a lot, and his werewolf abilities were probably a little unpredictable at the moment.

Derek wanted to make sure Scott stayed in the house until morning.

Crouched low, he looked through the window into Scott's bedroom. Scott was sleeping on his side, facing away from the window. His blankets were a tangled mess but he wasn't moving.

After a few moments, Derek straightened up and made his way higher on the roof. He found a gentle slant at the back of the house and lay down on his back, looking up. Stars twinkled across the sky all the way to the horizon, and the moon hung low and bright. It would be full in a few days.

That fact was a somber one, especially now. As Derek watched the sky in thought, he kept an ear toward Scott's bedroom window.

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Scott and Stiles made their way onto the lacrosse field, surrounded by the rest of the team. Everyone was pumped up. It was a big game.

The coach carried the water cooler to the benches. "Don't mess this up, guys," he said loudly as he dropped the cooler down. "Beat them to a pulp!"

Jackson raised his stick. "We got this, Coach."

"You better, or I'll regret not signing on with the pros!" Barked Coach. Then he slowly leaned toward Scott as if to whisper something, so Scott leaned, too. Coach put his whistle to his lips and blew it loudly.

Scott reeled sideways, covering his ears. "God.. god damn it..." he muttered, giving his head a shake. He glared at the coach. "What did you do that for?"

"You're going to win this game, McCall," said Coach warningly. "Or your A in econ?" Coach put his hand in the air like an airplane, which wavered downward until it crashed and burned in midair. Coach slapped Scott hard on the back of the shoulder.

Scott looked tense but he nodded his head. "Yeah, coach," he muttered, then walked toward the rest of the team as they gathered in a circle.

"Hey - Scott!" Allison was waving to him as she walked over.

Scott turned away from his team mates and smiled at Allison. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk with you," said Allison smilingly. She twisted on her toes as she leaned to give him a small kiss.

Scott kissed her back. His head moved closer to hers as she pulled away, but Allison seemed determined. "Come on," she said, and pulled him by the hand. He glanced back at the team, knowing he should stay, but then he fell into step beside her.

"Where are we going?" He asked vaguely as he admired the side of her face.

Allison looked at him and smiled. "You'll see. Come on, Scott." She walked a little faster toward the school.

They entered the school through the back door. The classrooms were dark, but a few lights had been left on in the hallway because of the game.

"I don't think we're supposed to be in here," said Scott with a crooked grin.

Allison didn't say anything. She had a small, sweet smile on her lips as she led Scott further into the school.

They went up a flight of stairs. No lights had been left on for the second floor, and everything was dark.

Scott's heart thundered in his chest. Why would she lead him up here, unless - ? Did she want... were they going to...?

His whole body felt alive as Allison tugged him toward one of the classroom doors. It was closed, but unlocked. Allison pushed him through the door and followed him in, then shut the door behind them.

They were left in almost complete blackness.

Scott chuckled. "Allison... do you want to get the lights?"

He felt Allison move away from his side, and he wished he could see the inviting smile on her lips.

He moved into the classroom, feeling ahead of him as he went. He could use his enhanced vision, but he didn't want to risk showing Allison the brightness of his wolf eyes.

"Allison?" He said quietly. "Where'd you go?" He reached out, trying to find her.

"I'm right here," came Allison's voice, very close-by.

Scott grinned and turned, reaching with both his arms. He expected to wrap them around Allison, but his hands closed on empty air. He listened for her heartbeat. It was fast, and very near. But he felt around again and he couldn't find her.

"Allison?" He said quietly.

Suddenly, Allison's hands closed around the sides of his jacket and she pulled him against her.

Scott let out a stifled sound of surprise.

"I'm right here," said Allison demurely, lifting her chin to place a gentle kiss against Scott's lips.

Then she broke off the kiss, and tugged him toward the desk at the front of the classroom. She didn't seem to need enhanced vision to know the way.

Scott chuckled under his breath as he followed her. He didn't want to seem too incredulous or excited. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Damn it... His voice had cracked like an eighth grader's.

Allison laughed softly. She stopped next to the desk and turned to face him. She pressed her body against him and brushed her lips past his. Scott wished he could see her eyes.

"This," breathed Allison softly.

She kissed him passionately, her tongue flicking between his lips. Scott overcame his surprise, and started kissing her back. He tasted her lips, kissing her deeply. But Allison pushed him back, and then kept pushing until Scott's legs hit the desk. She draped herself on his lap and wrapped her legs around his, pulling them out from under him.

Scott slid backward on the desk and Allison jumped on top of him with a mischievous giggle. She straddled his hips and pushed him down by the shoulders.

Scott almost blew his lid at that moment. But he held back, breathing hard. His hands curved around Allison's hips. "A -a-are you sure you want to do this?" He stammered. He was suddenly facing the possibility of something he had dreamed about for weeks.

Allison leaned down over him. Her breasts pushed firmly against his chest, and her lips stopped a few inches from his. "Of course I'm sure." She paused. "Are you sure?"

Scott made an incredulous sound in his throat. "Are you seriously asking me that question?"

He felt Allison's warm smile when she leaned closer to kiss him again.

But Allison broke off the kiss after only a few moments, and looked down at him without moving.

All Scott could see in the darkness was the dim outline of her face. "Are you okay?" He asked her gently.

Allison was a lot heavier on Scott's hips than he thought she would be. She was weighing him down to the desk, and he couldn't really move.

"Allison," said Scott, squeezing her hip. "What's wrong?"

He felt her sit up a little straighter. He watched her dark outline, silhouetted by the glow of the exit sign on the wall.

And then a scent reached him. Just a hint, but it grew stronger.

A scent that should be nowhere near there... It filled Scott's nostrils.

He tried to sit up so he could look around, but Allison didn't move.

He sniffed the air.

It was Peter's scent...

He listened silently for a few seconds, but he couldn't hear a third heartbeat anywhere in the school.

Peter's scent was acrid in his nose, like smoke.

Scott inhaled deeply, searchingly.

Now the smell of smoke filled his lungs. A lot of smoke.

Alarmed, Scott tried to sit up again, but Allison kept him in place with ease. "We need to get out of here, Allison," he said urgently. "We have to get up, let's go."

Allison didn't answer him.

Scott was beginning to feel like somewhere was very, very wrong. And not just because the room was filling with smoke. The thick clouds obscured the pale light of the exit sign, plunging Scott into complete darkness.

"Allison!" He cried out, trying to push her off him. "Listen to me! There's a fire - we have to get out of the building!"

But it wasn't Allison's voice that issued from the person pinning Scott to the desk.

"I know there's a fire."

It was Peter's voice.

A tide of panic rushed through Scott. "Get... get off... get away from me," he gasped breathlessly, coughing on the thick smoke.

Peter held Scott in place, sitting astride the boy's hips in the utter darkness. "I know better than anyone about the fire, Scott."

Scott cringed as Peter leaned over him, the same way Allison had. Peter's breath was much hotter than Allison's on his skin.

"You were dead - " spluttered Scott. He only remembered all of it now that Peter was there. "Derek killed you!"

Peter trailed his finger down Scott's arm. "I've died many times, Scott. Many, many times. And I always find a way to come back."

"No," gasped Scott, struggling again, and coughing. "No, it's not possible..."

But Peter started exploring Scott's body with his hands, and Scott couldn't move. Despite his best efforts, he was locked in place by Peter's weight.

Peter's broad palms brushed over Scott's chest, his sides, his collarbone, his neck, and down to his navel, slipping past his hips.

"No," muttered Scott. Desperation and disbelief clouded his mind. "Let me... let me up - " Scott groaned in pain when Peter's hand roughly gripped his erection through his jeans. "No, stop - stop, stop -" Scott banged his head backward against the hardwood desk. "Stop!" He cried out fearfully.

"Don't fight it anymore, Scott..."

"No - don't! Please - "

"Scott!"

Scott groaned in fear and defeat, unable to budge Peter from on top of him. "Please don't..." he gasped out, tears squeezing through his eyelids.

"Scott! Wake up!"

There was nothing Scott could do. He was completely helpless.

Then something struck the side of his face, hard. Everything seemed to rush away from him; the room, the darkness, and Peter.

Scott opened his eyes.

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Scott lay on his back with the blankets twisted around him. His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he tossed his head back and forth, muttering incoherently. Derek hovered near the bed, unsure if he should wake him. What if Scott shifted in his sleep, and escaped through the window?

"Hey," said Derek in a hushed whisper. He walked closer to the side of the bed.

Scott's head tossed in the other direction. He muttered something that sounded like, "No, it's not possible..." before letting out a string of muffled mutterings.

Derek sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing around the room, and back at Scott. He wasn't sure what to do.

Scott tossed back and forth a few more times. Suddenly he started thrashing, and yanking at the blanket that was twisted around his waist. "Stop," Scott murmured, "Stop, stop! Stop!"

Derek's head whipped around and he stared down at Scott. He got up on his knee on the mattress and leaned closer, gripping Scott's shoulders. "Scott!"

Derek tried to restrain him, but Scott fought his hold.

"No - don't! Please -"

Derek shook him a little by the shoulders. "Scott! Wake up!"

Distress contorted Scott's sleeping features. "Please don't..." he shuddered out. His eyes rolled wildly behind his lids.

Derek's eyes were wide and tense. Without thinking twice, he backhanded Scott across the cheek.

Then Scott's eyes flew open.

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Hurt/comfort coming up for poor Scott! Hurt/comfort alert!