Derek vanished from the room to help Lydia. Stiles just wanted another moment alone with Derek but that was impossible now. Stiles laid in bed thinking about the kiss they just shared. Thinking about Derek gave him butterflies in his stomach and formed a lump in his throat. If they were alone for just one more minute, what could have transpired? Stiles flushed at the thought of their being more than just a kiss. Stiles got out of bed and headed into the living room. Derek was making the second couch's pull out bed.

"That was quick. Did you pack light Lydia?"

"Ha ha ha, very funny. If you want to look like I do then you need more than just Derek's sweatpants and shirt."

There was the pointed comment Stiles was waiting for. Lydia came through the front door with a bag in hand. She placed it down by the first couch with the 2 other bags. Liam followed with just a backpack.

"Sorry it took so long. Lydia wouldn't stop packing."

"If you wanted to get her sooner then why don't you drive yourself?"

"Some of us can't afford a car."

"How unfortunate for you. Then I guess you'll just have to deal with me."

Stiles laughed at their little fight. Scott and Kira knocked on the open door, and walked in. Derek finished tucking in the last corner and sat down on the freshly made bed, admiring his work. Scott threw their backpacks on the bed, which ruined the sheets. Scott got a glare from Derek. Lydia chimed in with,

"Well I suppose I'll take this bed then."

Liam sighed,

"I guess I'll take the couch?"

Lydia smiled and sat down on her claimed bed and started talking in a serious voice,

"Ok, so we all need to focus. Remember that these Crusaders could be coming at any minute. We need to make sure we are ready. As you all know we can't hurt them in our dimension, but Stiles can cast that spell on us that enables us to enter both dimensions, from there we can do some damage to them."

Lydia looked over at Stiles,

"Meaning we are counting on you."

Everyone nodded. Stiles felt the pressure and his heart fluttered. Derek turned to him with a concerned stare. Stiles felt ashamed; Derek probably heard that. He just wanted to be more than a burden to all of them.

"Well," Kira said, "what are we going to do until then?"

Stiles snapped his fingers, "It's time to educate you people on a cinematic masterpiece."

Stiles turned on the TV and went to Netflix.

"It seems to be a werewolf thing, but we are going to watch Star Wars, well the first one… which is actually the last one, but I'll explain it as it happens."

"Well," Lydia said in a sarcastic voice, "I'm going to excuse myself and do some research."

She looked over at Stiles and he could swear she had an evil look in her eye.

"Derek, you and Stiles can take my bed. I'm going to sit at the kitchen table."

Stiles heart dropped, Lydia was pure evil, but also a genius. About half way through the movie Stiles felt his eyelids getting heavy. He closed them for a few seconds and felt himself fall. He opened them and jerked back up. He looked around to see if anyone saw that, but luckily everyone was too busy watching the movie to notice, except for Derek. Derek pulled out a pillow from behind him and looked at Stiles, he placed the pillow on his lap and motioned for Stiles to rest his head. Stiles got bright red and a little light headed. He couldn't manage to say anything so instead he just went with it and slowly laid his head down. Derek repositioned a little bit and then rested his arms on both sides of the couch top. Stiles closed his eyes again, listening to the movie and filling in the confused werewolves. Eventually the exhaustion caught up with him and he fell into a deep sleep, to which no amount of lightsabor clashing could wake him.

Stiles opened his eyes when Derek rubbed his hand on Stiles' shoulder. The credits were rolling and at a glance Stiles could tell everyone else was asleep.

"Stiles? The movies over. We should probably get to bed."

"If you two are calling it a night then so am I."

Lydia came into Stiles field of vision. Stiles rubbed his eyes and got up from Derek's lap.

"How long was I out for?"

Derek shrugged, "Maybe half the movie. You were explaining to me why they have different colored lightsabors, but you stopped mid sentence."

"Oh. Sorry."

Derek shook his head, "It was funny to watch."

Stiles blushed at the thought of entertaining Derek. Lydia cleared her throat,

"Well are you getting up or are you just going to stare at each other?"

Derek chuckled, "This is my house and you're still bossing me around."

Lydia smiled and nodded, "Of course!"

Stiles and Derek got up form the bed, Stiles went to the bedroom, and Derek threw away his bottle before heading over. Stiles fell on the bed and closed his eyes, after a few moments Derek walked in.

"Um?"

Stiles talked into the mattress,

"What?"

"Your sweatpants."

Stiles gave a frustrating sigh,

"What about them?"

"Well, they are down, far enough to see your butt."

Stiles face flushed and he shot up and spun around, pulling his pants up. He was so tired he didn't even pay attention to it,

"I think they fell down when I got out of the bed."

Derek nodded with a small smirk hinting at his face.

Stiles felt a wave of panic and his heart was beating in his ears,

"I'm shower!", Stiles shook his head, "I mean I'm going to take a shower. You don't mind right?"

Stiles didn't wait for an answer and ran straight to the bathroom, closing the door and falling to the floor. He grabbed his head and replayed that embarrassing moment over and over. There was a knock on the door and then Derek whispering so no one would hear.

"Stiles. Calm down. You sound like you're about to have a heart attack. It's not a big deal, it's not like it's the first time I've seen your butt."

Derek was obviously trying for a joke but Stiles only grew more embarrassed, he almost forgot about that surprise in his room. Stiles sat on the floor until he heard Derek walk away. Stiles turned on the shower all the way hot and grabbed a towel. He placed the towel on the sink countertop and stripped naked, jumping in the shower to try and wash away the shame. When Stiles finished he stepped out of the shower and found Derek, brushing his teeth, staring back at him through the mirror.

"Derek?!"

Stiles jumped back behind the shower curtain. Derek started laughing,

"And now I got a very nice front view. I must say, very impressive."

"Oh my God Derek! You can't do that! The door was closed! You shouldn't be in here!"

Stiles heard Derek turn on the sink and rinse.

"Yeah but this is my house, and you didn't lock the door. I had to brush my teeth."

Stiles grabbed his wet hair and pulled,

"Derek, you saw me completely naked! You can't really expect for that excuse to work!"

Derek parted the curtain on the side opposite the one Stiles was guarding and peered inside,

"Yeah, I do."

Stiles gasped and drew the curtains close, wrapping himself up in what he could grab, thankfully they were black and not clear.

"Derek! OUT!"

Derek laughed,

"I'm not going anywhere, this just got interesting."

"Shadows, appear!"

Derek vanished, the shower certain returning to it's resting position. Stiles bolted to the door and locked it. He grabbed a towel and dried himself, the cold water was biting at him. Stiles exhaled with relief and wiped the mirror to see his reflection. He saw himself blushing,

"I can't believe that happened."

Stiles wiped away the drops of water of his forehead and cheeks. He surprised himself with a quite laugh and butterflies in his stomach, replaying that moment over and over. Stiles only blushed more. Stiles inhaled deeply and gathered himself before opening the door.

"Not fair."

Derek was already in bed and his arms were crossed. Stiles laughed and shook his head, beads of water descending down his chest until it was absorbed in the towel wrapped around his waist.

"No it wasn't, that's why I did it."

Derek chuckled,

"No ones ever been able to force me to do anything, now I have you making me feel completely powerless."

Stiles blushed, he always felt like the weakest person. Everyone he knew could fight, and Lydia made due with her intelligence and Banshee powers. Stiles stared at the ground, lost in his thoughts and made his way to Derek's closet.

"But," Derek grabbed Stiles arm, "I liked it."

Stiles turned around and there stood Derek, naked. Stiles felt a ball of anxiety growing in his throat and he lost all powers of speech and started to shake. Stiles felt his heart quickening and felt magnetized to Derek's eyes. Derek's other hand slowly reached around Stiles and pulled him close. Stiles lips started to shake as Dereks' came closer to his. They kissed, one long passionate kiss. Derek's lips were warm, and Stiles pushed closer to him to stay as warm as possible. His strong arms wrapped around his back and waist, sending shivers down Stiles spine. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's chest. Their lips parted to take a breath and Derek's hand descended down Stiles back until he got to his towel. He pulled it off but Stiles quickly grabbed it, keeping the cloth separating their two bodies. Derek raised his eyebrow, and Stiles took in a slow quivering breath.

"We can stop."

"No. No. I—want to."

Stiles let go of the towel and it fell to their feet. Their bodies embraced one another and Stiles got lost in Derek's kisses. Derek sent warmth through Stiles body, and for the first time since the book, Stiles felt comfortable, the cold was gone, completely. Derek started moving his kisses to Stiles' neck, chest, stomach, and waist, working his way back up. Derek's hands moved to Stiles butt, griping and pulling. Stiles felt an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy. His legs felt weak and as if Derek was in his head, Derek picked Stiles up and lowered him onto the bed, hovering over him, never once removing his lips. Stiles felt Derek's muscles moving with passion. Derek grabbed Stiles arms with one hand, forcing them above Stiles head, and moved his other hand to Stiles cock, moving his hand up and down. Stiles felt an intense throbbing and let out a moan, which Derek quickly muted with his lips. He whispered in Stiles ear,

"You have to be quite, or we may be interrupted."

Derek then bit Stiles ear, sending a wave of climax through his entire body.

"I'm going to—"

Stiles felt embarrassed, but Derek kissed his neck and took that feeling away. Stiles came in Derek's busy hand, fighting back a moan. Stiles leaned up and bit Derek's shoulder to mute himself, which made Derek moan. Stiles saw Derek's jaw tighten and then another moan. Stiles felt a need to give Derek some pleasure, and so he moved his hand down Derek's chest and started moving his hand up and down Dereks' cock. Stiles leaned to the side and flipped Derek onto his back. Stiles started kissing Derek's body, mimicking what Derek did to him. Stiles bit Dereks' neck and pulled at his jet-black hair. Derek bit his bottom lip, which encouraged Stiles to continue, happy he was able to pleasure him. Stiles went back to kissing and biting at Derek, all while stroking his cock. Derek grabbed at Stiles butt and started growling, low and soft. His eyes glowed blue making Stiles blush. Derek's body got tense so Stiles looked right into Derek's eyes watching his every expression as he came. They shared one final kiss and then Stiles rolled over onto his back. They laid there for a few minutes, panting in sync. They both cleaned themselves off and got into bed. Stiles stared intently at Derek's eyes and without sharing a word, they had a conversation, which ended with Stiles wrapping his arm around Derek's chest and falling asleep on his arm.

Stiles woke up when Derek's chest rose from inhaling the morning air. They exchanged sleepy smiles and then Stiles adjusted his head so he could stare at Derek's body while he laid there. They shared minutes of silence, breathing in sync with each other. Stiles broke the silence,

"Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"I have a question."

Stiles looked up for Derek's approval to ask, which he gave with a raise of the eyebrow.

"You've been in love before right?"

Derek frowned, contemplating the very out of the blue question and also how to answer it.

"Yeah, I have."

"What does it feel like? How can you be sure?"

Stiles was hoping his intentions behind the question weren't too obvious.

"Well, I'd say it's when you can think of that person and get nervous, or happy, or sad. Nervous about whether or not they like you the way you like them. Happy for the moments you've shared with them. Sad for the distance that separates you, no matter how small," Derek pulled Stiles closer to him, "When you can't help but smile when their name comes up in a conversation. If you feel the need to call them before anyone else when you're in trouble or if you have good news."

Derek shrugged,

"It all depends. Why do you ask?"

Stiles sighed,

"I don't feel like that with Malia."

Derek took in a deep breath,

"Yeah, me too. True love is hard to come by."

Stiles looked back down at Derek's abs. The next part was going to be hard for him to say and he fought back the feeling to just shut up and stop while he was ahead.

"I feel that way for you though."

Stiles kept his eyes away form Derek's face, not wanting to see his reaction. Last night must have been just a mistake, or a one-night thing. Derek and him were too different, it would never work out. Derek put his hand under Stiles chin and forced their eyes to meet. They stared at each other in silence, deafening silence, despite the internal screaming from inside Stiles body. Derek leaned in and gave Stiles a kiss.

"Me too."

Stiles rest his head back on Derek's chest for a few more minutes, but eventually they got up and put on clothes, stealing naked glances at each other while they still could. They left the bedroom to find everyone else sleeping, Liam snoring slightly with his head in a very uncomfortable looking position.

"I'm going to do some laundry. You used all my sweatpants."

Stiles rolled his eyes,

"Do you want some coffee?"

"Sure."

Derek disappeared into the laundry room. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck and yawned, blushing a little when the details of last night started replaying in his head. For a moment he thought it was all a dream, but waking up in Derek's arms was the only confirmation he needed. Stiles pulled out the coffee and started the machine. He leaned on the counter and stared at the floor, still in a sleepy daze. The smell of coffee soon filled the air and woke up everyone. Scott and Kira were the first out of their beds, Liam the last. They all gathered around the dinner table, the sound of water boiling and a steady stream of coffee filling a pot.

"Morning everyone. Who wants coffee?"

Scott smiled at Stiles and raised his hand,

"Kira and I."

"Me too." Lydia said while rubbing her head.

"Coming right up."

The calm was nice, something they haven't had in some time now. Stiles filled up the mugs and carried two at a time over to the table. He put a carton of milk and a jar of sugar at the center with a few spoons. Liam helped himself to some water and sat back down. Stiles filled up his cup and stood by the kitchen counter, sipping away.

Stiles looked up, mouth still glued to the cup, looking for Derek. BOOM! Derek flew from the door across the living room, hitting Stiles legs as he continued to slide back, stopping once he hit the wall. Stiles flew forward dropping his coffee with a crash. Stiles face hit the floor and he heard everyone shuffling out of their seats.

"Stiles?! Derek?!"

Scott ran towards Stiles,

"Stiles? You ok?"

Stiles spoke through gritted teeth, "Yeah."

Stiles turned to find Derek, who was being helped to his feet by Lydia.

"Derek? What happened?"

"Crusader."

Stiles turned back around to find a robed man standing in the center of the living room.

"Holy shit!"

Stiles got back on his feet and felt the cold coming back in his bones.

"Ok everyone," Lydia said with a shaky voice, "we knew this was going to happen. We all know what to do."

Stiles felt the pressure in Lydia's words, they were counting on him now, for real. Life or death. Stiles started to shake until he felt a warm and familiar touch on his shoulder. He turned and there was Derek, glaring at the robed man.

"Stiles."

Derek shifted his eyes to him. Stiles took in a breath and nodded.

"Hear from the shadows your master's call, join me in battle my eternal Thrall."

Derek emitted a purple light and his eyes glowed blue.

"Ok everyone. This should help you. With what served my master well, I now instill to you. Strength."

Stiles felt the energy leave him into all five of them. Lydia stood back with Stiles, knife in hand. Stiles felt a little lightheaded but he focused on breathing. Stiles noticed the second Crusader was missing,

"Where is the second one?"

The robed figure laughed and then the front door flew open, revealing the second man. Everyone stared knifes at Stiles, who threw his hands up.

"Sorry!"

The Crusader from the laundry room started to charge towards Stiles but Scott jumped in front of his warpath clawing him in the face. Liam and Kira take on the Crusader by the door while Scott and Derek attacked the one who was targeting Stiles.

"Be careful Kiraaaah," The robed Crusader punched Scott in the stomach and sent him flying across the room, hitting Lydia.

"Scott!" Kira could barley turn around, blocking a punch with her sword.

"Liam, Scott," Lydia yelled, "switch!"

Scott nodded and Liam ran towards the robed man, jumping in the air and connecting his feet with the Crusaders head, flipping back into position. The Crusader recovered with surprising speed and surprised Liam and a quick punch that was blocked by Derek before it connected. The Crusader threw a series of punches and kicks at Derek, forcing Derek into the defensive, but the Crusader was too fast for Derek and landed a jab that sent Derek spinning back, crushing his head against the corner of the table and landing in a lifeless puddle of blood oozing from his head.

Stiles screamed in terror, "DEREK!"

Stiles felt sharp pains of frost seeping from his bones, his fingers turned gray and blue. Derek laid their motionless. The sight sent Stiles into an internal panic. Liam turned to see what was happening and the Crusader wrapped his hand around his neck, lifting him off the ground.

"Following this heathen will lead to your death! Leave us now and live!"

Liam tried prying the Crusaders hands off with no hope, "I won't betray my friends!"

"Your friends are weak, and will die with you."

Stiles stole a quick glance over at Scott and Kira, surprised to find Kira's Katana sunk into the Crusader's shoulder. Stiles dropped to the floor over Derek and looked for a pulse, finding a weak one.

"Derek? Derek! Please don't die. Get up! I need you!"

Lydia grabbed Stiles shoulder, "Stiles, I can hear it. Coming from Derek."

Stiles eyes filled with tears, "No! Not from him! I—don't know what to do!"

Stiles pulled Derek into his lap and whispered through tears and shaky lips, "Derek? What do I do? I don't think we can do this without you, I can't, not without you. What's the point of having these powers if I can even use them to help?"

Stiles felt like his body reached subzero. His hands were a deep blue and his entire body was numb, pain being pounded into his head. Stiles vision went blurry and he felt this anger take over him, the same anger as the first time they fought the Crusaders.

"I get it now Derek. I'm of no hope if I don't give in to this anger… the anger that saved us all last time. I'll help. I promise. You won't die here."

Stiles focused all his energy into the anger, faint at first but growing stronger every second he fed it. Anger was the key, he just needed to build it up. Crusaders. Hunting him down, hurting his friends, Derek. This blood on the floor, it was the Crusaders fault. The Crusaders drew first blood. If Stiles could kill the Crusaders he could help Derek. Stiles felt the anger boiling inside him, and he felt himself giving in to it, letting it control him. It didn't matter anymore, if it meant saving Derek. Stiles felt Derek lightly tugging his arm, eyes still a faint blue.

"You're. Not. A monster."

"Derek? I know, but only the monster can help. It did last time."

"Not…"

Derek's hand fell to the floor, and his eyes glazed over green. Lifeless. Completely lifeless. Lydia managed to free Liam after shoving the knife she had into the Crusaders hand, but was now being backed into a corner. Stiles was still focused on Derek.

"Der—Derek?"

Stiles drew closer to Derek, trying to pull him closer than physically possible. He leaned his head against Derek's and forced every ounce of energy into him.

Scott jumped onto the Crusaders back and started clawing at his neck. Kira pulled out her sword and sliced down, cutting the Crusaders necklace off, resulting in an explosion of light. Scott made a final attempt and grabbed at the Crusaders head and twisting. There was a hollow crack and then the Crusader vanished in a bright light. Scott fell back to the floor. Stiles felt some more energy being fed to Scott and Scott jumped up with a second wind. Kira and Scott ran to help Lydia, but Stiles didn't care, he was focused on Derek, still pouring all the energy he had into him. Suddenly Derek coughed up blood, startling Stiles.

"Derek?"

Derek blinked a few times and focused on Stiles face.

"Stiles? Did you just… I was… I saw my sister."

Stiles felt a wave of relief, "Are you ok?"

Derek nodded. "Thank you."

Stiles felt the anger recede back into his heart. Stiles rest his head on Dereks', and the warmth of Derek's breath filled his body.

"Derek, I can't keep this up. That took a lot out of me. I can't maintain this spell."

"We can do it. Just us."

Stiles picked his head back up, "You can't. You almost died!"

Derek shook his head, "I feel fine, whatever you did, it worked. Trust me."

Stiles turned to everyone else, "I need you all to step back. I can't keep this spell up."

Scott jumped back after everyone else backed off, "We know, we heard. You two need to work on your whispering."

Stiles closed his eyes and severed the link he made with all four of them, and the energy that was being siphoned revived him. Stiles took in a nice breath,

"Ok. I'm good."

Derek was already up with his hand extended.

"Lets go. Just like we practiced."

Stiles nodded and Derek turned to the man, and started to charge. Stiles waited till the man tried to attack and then teleported Derek behind him. Derek punched the Crusaders head into the floor with surprising power, cracking the tile. The man swept his legs, but Stiles saw it coming and teleported Derek over him. Derek kicked off the Crusader sending him forward, and Derek went into a backflip. Stiles sent Derek right in front of the Crusader, and the backflip turned into another kick, sending the Crusader up into the air. Derek landed on his feet and anticipated where the Crusader would land, meeting the Crusaders back with Derek's fist. The man fell to the floor motionless. Derek kept his eyes on the man,

"Stiles?"

"Yeah, lets end it."

Derek stepped back and transformed into a wolf, and started to growl at the man, who was now standing back up. The Crusader grabbed his cross and whispered some words, erupting the cross in a light and refueling himself. Derek stepped back more and then with a bark, he charged forward with neck breaking speed. But he needed more power if he was going to kill this Crusader, and they both knew it. Stiles teleported Derek back farther, letting him gain more speed. Stiles forced the reserve of his energy into Derek, and then he whispered,

"Shadows."

Derek vanished, and the Crusader looked around, expecting him to be behind him.

"Appear."

Derek materialized like a speeding bullet, aimed right for the Crusaders neck, the Crusader tried to dodge but Derek was way faster, and locked his jaws around the Crusader and swung around him, tearing off a hunk of flesh and sending his victim into the wall. The Crusader bled profusely from his neck and vanished into the floor with a bright light. Stiles notices that Scott, Kira, and Liam were on the floor breathing heavily with exhaustion. Stiles cut off the bond between Derek and himself.

"Back to the shadows I wish you withdraw, I release you now my eternal thrall."

Derek fell to the floor, and Stiles gained all his energy back, now completely fine.

"Wow, you guys take up a lot of my energy."

Everyone was too tired to respond, so Stiles joined them on the floor. Liam lifted his hand in a fist,

"We did it."

Lydia laughs, "And now, we have to prepare for four of them."

Gloom set over the loft as everyone dreaded what was to come.

"Yeah," Kira pulled her sword into her lap, "but we did a lot better than last time, thanks to you Stiles."

Stiles smiled not knowing what to say.

"I'm glad we all slept over. This could have turned out a lot worse."

Derek nodded, "Yeah. Speaking of which we will have time before their next attack, we can all sleep at our own houses for tonight."

After a few minutes of recovery everyone said their goodbyes, it was only the morning but everyone was exhausted from the fight. Stiles took Lydia aside,

"Would you be able to give me a ride home?"

Lydia looked shocked, "You're going to pass up this chance to be alone with Derek?"

Stiles shrugged, "I don't want to be obnoxious and overstay my welcome."

Lydia snickered, "Hun, I don't think that's possible, but if that's what you want of course I can."

Stiles smiled, "Thanks."

Scott and Kira left first. The beds stayed out for when they decided their grace period was over. Lydia and Liam both said goodbye and took what they could carry, leaving the rest to Stiles.

"Um. Thanks for letting me take these sweatpants and shirt back with me… and the underwear."

Derek nodded, "No problem. Are you sure you want to leave?"

Stiles shook his head, "No, but I think I've intruded long enough. You deserve a break, besides I think I should at least pack some clothes this time."

Derek frowned but decided to leave it at that. After a few seconds of awkward silence Stiles picked up the rest of what they needed and left.

Stiles entered his front door to the Sheriff who was ready to leave for work.

"Stiles! I'm glad you're still ok! Can you talk about what you've been up to yet?"

"I think it would be better to keep you in the dark a little bit longer."

The Sheriff sighed, "Fine. Well are you at least staying here for the day?"

"Yeah. I'm sleeping here tonight. We might all be going back to Derek's tomorrow night though."

"Ok. Just let me know please? At least where you are."

"I will Dad."

"Good. Now if you excuse me I have to go put people in jail."

Stiles chuckled and locked the door behind him. It felt weird being away from Derek. He made his way to his bedroom and sat down at his desk, the only thing in his mind was Derek. Stiles shook his head and tried to relax not knowing when he'd have another full day of peace. Stiles spent the rest of the day binge eating and watching Netflix, catching up on all his shows. His father never showed for dinner so he must have been out working late. He showered and got ready for bed. He found himself fighting the cold again, and really wanted to be with Derek. But he felt like he needed to give him some space. He wrapped himself in a lot of blankets and opened the window because it was humid outside. He fell asleep with the Shade in his lap, he had been skimming it before bed. He dreamed that he was in a dark room with no lights. A feeling of claustrophobia started pushing him down to the floor, and the room started freezing, getting colder by the second. Stiles went into the fetal position, trying to stay warm. His fingers froze solid and he couldn't move them, and his vocal cords were frozen and rendered useless. Next was the pain that started to shoot through his body, his hands felt like they were burning from the cold, and the tears he shed froze on his eyelashes. He felt all his muscles freeze and then he felt a hint of warmth. Derek?

He woke up and found Derek standing by his window. His body heated up and he sat up from his bed. Derek pointed over his shoulder towards the window,

"I can leave."

Stiles just shook his head, squeezing the blankets that were close to him.

"It didn't feel right. My house. I'm use to being alone but it didn't feel right this time. Did you have a nightmare just now?"

Stiles nodded slowly, not knowing if this was a dream or if it was real.

"I was in a pitch black room. At least I think it was a room. It was cold… it's not anymore though."

"Can I?"

Stiles scooted over to make room for Derek. Derek took of his clothes and got into bed, leaving the familiar underwear Stiles wore a few days go on. Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles just like he did last night and Stiles hugged him for warmth. Derek rested his chin on top of Stiles head.

"It was uncomfortable. I never realized how silent it was," Derek sighed, "I got use to hearing your heartbeat."

Stiles squeezed Derek closely,

"I'm sorry I left. I though you wanted space. I didn't want to overstay my welcome."

Stiles felt Derek's head shake,

"I don't think that's possible."

Stiles thought that sounded familiar, of course Lydia was right.

"But let's just focus on warming you up."

Stiles took in the smell of Derek and closed his eyes.

"I wanted to ask you something. You said you saw your sister?"

Derek nodded, "Yeah. She was dressed in white, with a bright light surrounding her. She told me it wasn't time yet. And then I opened my eyes and saw you."

"I'm sorry. Did you want to stay with her? Was I being selfish?"

"My sister was right. It wasn't my time. I'm happy you did what you did."

They both drifted off to sleep without another sound.