Chapter 12: Dream

A/N: So Teen Wolf is over for another year, I really wish it would come soon, but once again, you can't rush a good thing. The scene at the beginning of this chapter was inspired by the tumblr user Mallius. Oh and please forgive the excessive errors in the last chapter, I've glanced at it again, but I shall move on and swear that I want edit and post when I hadn't slept at all.

Previously on Harmless:

"Everyone should know you're mine," Derek said.

"If anyone has any doubts I'll tell them myself," Stiles retorted bluntly. "That does for them as well," Stiles practically snarled out. Derek's ears seemed to perk up, enjoying his lover's possessiveness that matched his own.

The warmth, Derek's affectionate nips, kisses, and hugs brought him closer to sleep and he fell asleep, but just before sinking into unconsciousness, he thought, this is going to be a long, lazy weekend.

Stiles' eyes flickered open. The forest floor was before him, the wind was howling through the wind. If he had longer hair, the gust would have sent it flying, but instead he felt the breeze rush across his hair. His vision was blurred, he blinked it away, only realizing after that he was crying. He was on his knees, his forehead resting on the leaf-matted forest floor. He pulled himself up, looking down at his hands as he stood. He straightened his back, cracking a few bones as he did so. A sharp pain presented itself, he touched his face, just below the temple. He felt the familiar outlines of a wound, he was used to it, that feeling. He brushed the pad of a finger across the gash before bringing it to his face. Blood. Blood was on his finger. His eyes caught something swinging in front of him, something he hadn't noticed because of his concern about himself. His eyes focused. Half of Derek swung in front of him, Gerard's sword plunged into his chest. His eyes were shut. He's sleeping, Stiles thought. He's sleeping. God please. No. No. God! No! Derek's face calm, all the weight of his suffer disposed off, or lifted off of him by angels. Momentarily he was brought back to the last time he had seen his mother. She had kissed him on his forehead, telling him to give mum a kiss and hug before leaving. She never asked. The next day, his dad had told him that she had died and when he had seen her, her face was calm, and she wasn't suffering anymore.

He brought his hand to Derek's lips, brushing his thumb across them. They were no longer warm — he was no longer warm. Tears welled in his eyes, spilling over quickly, his breathing laboured before he let out a yell that died in the forest and by the wind that roared back.

He averted his eyes to the ground, wrapping a hand around the hilt of the blade. He, with strength no one thought he had, tore the blade from his lover's chest. He didn't let it drop, he brought it up and with one long slash, cut the rope that held Derek.

The half of his werewolf's body fell. Stiles let the blade fall to the ground, before his knees collapsed. He pulled Derek's shirt to pull what remained of his body closer to him before breaking down into uncontrollable sobbing. Bring his fist to Derek's chest over and over, screaming, Don't leave me!

...

Stiles sharply inhaled. His eyes quickly opened. He was back in his room. His safe room. Derek, who had remained next to him (Although sitting up) had a look of concern on his face when he noticed Stiles distressed look and his elevated heartbeat. Stiles' hands sprung from the covers and wrapped around Derek's neck, pulling himself up into a kiss. He began to cry, which caught Derek off guard. He just wrapped his own hands around Stiles.

"What's wrong," Derek whispered into Stiles ear, his voice soft, deep, and just what his lover needed.

"Bad dream," Stiles said.

"Want to talk about it?"

"In a moment," Stiles said. "But for now, just hold me." Derek complied.

Minutes passed before Stiles explain in full what he dreamed. Derek only hugged him closer, before managing to move them so that they were lying down.

"I promise I'll never leave you," Derek said.

"Promise?" Stiles said, still reeling from the nightmare he had just experienced.

"I promise," Derek said, feeling the full weight of Stiles affection for him. His mind froze momentarily drawing parallels between himself and Kate Argent. He had never been so devoted to that bitch, but he still felt that Stiles would divulge his secrets had he asked, and he couldn't bear the thought of being like her. He breathed, he had to be there for Stiles. He had to be more then just a quick fling.

Stiles curled up close to Derek, before drifting to sleep, not afraid that his eyes would meet that horrible scene, but instead dreaming of Derek.

"What time is it?" Stiles asked, waking up again and was unable to see his clock.

"Two, you've slept for quite a while."

"You shouldn't have let me sleep this long, we've got so much todo. We've got to find a way to stop Jackson, we can't have more people getting killed."

"I'm sure you've got Scott and Allison concocting a plan for you," Derek said.

"And you trust that plan to work? Are you out of your mind? Or have I just dazed you with body?"

Derek growled. "They can wait. I've got you to myself today."

"And how to you prepose to keep me here?" Stiles asked, his eyes given away his intentions.

Derek shifted, encaging Stiles with his arms and held firm, wrapping his legs around Stiles'. "I have my ways," his werewolf said before bring his lips to Stiles'. He planted a kiss on Stiles' own, pressing hard against them before he broke apart. "Your mine. You don't have a choice."

Stiles pressed into Derek, overwhelming his werewolf for a moment by bring himself closer and arching his back, pressing his entire body as close as Derek's as possible. "Well that's good," Stiles said. "Because your mine." Stiles gave his best growl under his breath, mocking Derek's own supernatural one. Derek chuckled in response before resting his forehead against Stiles'.

"Fine," Stiles said. "Today, I'm all yours." Derek smiled before he leaned into a kiss, but in the back of his mind he thought of how much pressure they were all under, to deal with Kanima, and how dangerous it was to have all this attention draw to Beacon Hills with Gerard and these murders.

The school halls were empty, all besides the afternoon light that gave it a sort of supernatural suspension. Aidan was by his desk, a cheap typical brown desk that lacked any craftsmanship. It was on the opposite side of the classroom then the door to the right and was fairly wide and long. A bookcase and a cabinet that were equally as cheap stood behind the desk. It had taken Aidan all morning to dust them, but he was thankful that they were filled with extra copies of the required texts in the cabinet and that the bookshelf was filled with reference texts. His desk had been personalized. A modern stretch lamp stood to one side, while on the opposite side a stack of books. In the middle, near the front, was a medium sized glass hourglass. The sand was nearly in the base.

"I don't know what game your playing at Aidan," Gerard said coming into the room. "But get in my way and I'll kill you. Werewolf or not!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Argent, but I'm unaware of what you mean," Aidan said, shifting the hour glass over once it had finished. "I'm Aidan Knight, a well recognized and documented English teacher with connections to the Trustee of district. I'm sorry that by going over your head, I've offended you in some way."

A knock rung against the door and Ms. Morrell was by the door. "Sorry, did I interrupt?"

"Not at all Ms. Morrell, I was just welcoming Mr. Knight to Beacon Hills," Gerard said as he left the room.

"A couple of days in Beacon Hills and you've already got Gerard on edge," Morrell said.

"Wouldn't you be?"

"No, but he doesn't know you as I do."

"I'm not that innocent," Aidan said. "The same could be said about you." His eyes shot to the guidance councillor.

"You've felt it then?"

"Hasn't everyone?"

After finishing off the quiche for lunch Derek and Stiles returned to his bed. Derek warm arms were around Stiles, who was nearly falling back to sleep. It would appear that Stiles had been emotionally taxes for far too long without having any down. His phone buzzed, he had received a text. Stiles quickly reached for it, not being hindered by Derek.

"Hey! What do you know," Stiles said facing into Derek. "You were right. They've actually managed to find something out."

"What's that?" Derek asked, nipping at Stiles' throat. Stiles reciprocated by becoming flustered and blushing.

He softly giggled before speaking. "It appears that Allison was invited to a rave, and everyone is going to be there. Scott's planning on following Jackson to see if he buys a ticket. Although now that I say it out loud it just sounds like Scott wants to go to the rave because Matt asked Allison if she'd like to go with him." Derek chuckled. "Don't laugh. Scott must think I'm stupid to think I'd believe that he's gonna try to get rave tickets just to follow Jackson." Stiles sighed. "Speaking of friends, or in this case, pack. Doesn't your pack need your attention, with the full moon so close?"

"They're fine, if they needed anything they'd come here, and more importantly, I thought I said you were all mine today. No shop talk," Derek said, growling and taking Stiles mouth.

"I did say that," Stiles said, letting his hands wonder across Derek's chest before slipping his hands under his werewolf's shirt before removing it. "But I'm always yours," Stiles added before bring his mouth to Derek's.

A/N2: Sorry for the quick chapter, but this one was truly a filler. I needed to progress a few thoughts before dealing with Raving. I also left the last scene unfinished... If you know what I mean, because I feel that I over use the sex-card. Anyway, the next chapter might take a little longer because I'll be away from my computer for a few days. Probably gonna get out chapter 13 (Ooo what a great number for Raving) Monday or Sunday... Probably the former. You can always leave an ask on my tumblr (check A/N2 for Yield) because those go to my phone 3