Daydreaming and sleepwalking
"Wait. What?" Stiles might not have super hearing, but he could carry a conversation.
"You must be available 24/7" Peter repeat for him, and Stiles is sure he hum at the end of that sentence.
"What!?" Stiles tightens his fists around the contract he had been writing at night every night since he got the assignment.
"Would you like me to write it down?" Peter tilts his head, a pen on his hand and the other hand reaching for Stiles' contract. Stiles was about to say something that might had been wrong when it comes to etiquette between higher rank ssh*les werewolfs, but Derek interrupts.
"I need you to move in." It wasn't an order, at least not yet, and it was not say with a superior tone. Actually, Stiles could almost be certain -but not really- that Derek was ready to beg for it. It was something on his face...not just the 'I pull an all nighter' look.
"Why?"
"Arty missed you." Derek says sincerely, and he looks down on Arty who sleeps heavily on his arms. She hasn't woken up even once during the whole discussion.
"She fell asleep as soon as she saw you. I think she was worried that she won't see you again, and when she actually saw you...she was too tired."
Stiles looks at Arty's extra puffy cheeks and red nose. Then Stile knew two things for certain. When he gets old and creates a cutesy little living noise machine too, he would super spoiled them. And that what Derek was asking can't be a good thing for Stiles, and it should be something to at least be analyze and modify until a compromise could be reach.
"Fine"
Stiles tone was far from businesslike, but either men seem to care as he carefully took Arty from Derek's arms. Arty wakes up for a moment, but she just bite Stiles' tie and returns to dreamland.
"But sections of this contract," Stiles wiggles the hand that holds the contract "are going to change drastically!"
"We should postpone today's meeting. How next week sound to you?" Peter says smirking so widely that Stiles was about to ask if he had been surgically enhanced to be a such a mor!n.
"mmm" was the best non-offensive response Stiles' brain could come up with, and he rushes to the door.
"I should thank you in advance." Stiles calls from the door as he readies to exit. "For paying my student debt, and all." Stiles wiggles the contract one more time.
Derek shouldn't be driving, and Derek really shouldn't be driving to Stiles (well, Scott's really) aparment. But Derek wants Stiles to start immediately ...like yesterday. Stiles turns to see the three nice cars following them and the four not-so-nice-poor cars from Uber drivers.
"So, when you said 'move in immediately,' you really meant … immediately." Derek didn't react.
"The place is a mess, and I live with someone so don't take his stuff- S#!T. I haven't told Scott that I'm moving … Today!" Stiles turns to Derek for some mutual freak out, a solution or anything but the man was saving his attention for the road.
"AH! I have to call Scott!" Stiles fishes his phone out and mumbles about how terrible friend he is. The almost random soft whisper of words coming from Stiles sounds soothing to the sleepy werewolfs (thought one of them was already sleep), maybe Derek and Arty would take a nap on Stiles' bed.
"Answer. Answer. Scott, Answer! Come on Scotty answer the phone. I need you to answer the phone. Okay. This is not longer my fault. If you don't answer this phone call then is all your fault that you didn't know that I'm mo -Hi. Hi, hey Scott. What are you calling for?"
The other voice in the phone hesitantly answer.
"Stiles you call me...Are you okay? how did the meeting went?" Scott sounds worry through the phone, and actually he is because he is a softly bestie.
"I got the job!" Stiles says as happily as possible.
"Are you in a car? Who is that?" Scott asks, his heightened senses can hear a second if not a third heartbeat.
"Scott! Who knew you were this good. I guess that is how you got your job on the first place."
"Thanks!" Stiles knew his friend was smiling on the other line.
"No, Scott. Really, you had done so good and you had been such a great guy/son/friend/brother/werewolf/worker. I'm, like, so proud" Scott's smile widen.
"You should reward yourself. Do you remember that old retro video game machine from the 'Pixiliums' place? The one you ask me if we could get? and when I told you that there wasn't enough space on the apartment -with me living there and everything- you eat like two whole pounds of ice cream? Do you remember? Well, I think you should get it."
"REALLY?"
"Really"
"Yes. Yes. But where -"
"On my old room."
"What?"
"Oh, yeah. Didn't I told you? I think I did? Don't you remember I'm moving out?"
"What?! Wait. When?"
"When what?" Stiles asks in mock calmness.
"When did we talk about this and when are you moving?"
"Like right now, and right now."
"Stilessss!"
"I'm sorry. Listen; I'm very sorry but it just happened."
"How can just happen?" Scott seems as distress as Stiles thought he would be.
"Thank you. You always help me and never throw it on my face. They offered me a job and the conditions are ...they are a lot." Stiles side glances Derek who looks slightly guilty (maybe).
"I have to move in."
"Are you okay with that?" Stiles stops to actually consider that question. He had been thinking of poor Arty who stayed the night crying and Derek who seem so desperate.
"Yeah." Stiles says softly. "I'm actually okay with it. I kinda want to."
"Then, that's it." Scott says "But you will visit."
"Of course. So, you are not mad?"
"Oh, I am. But we will deal with that later."
"Thanks man" Stiles.
It took a couple more minutes of driving to get to Stiles' (actually Scott's) place.
Stiles and Derek got Arty set on her peach theme baby sit. Arty was lazily complaining as Stiles sooth her back to sleep. A blonde woman on a expensive looking black suit approche them, Stiles heard Derek referring to her as Erica when he was giving her the instructions of how to get to Stiles' apartment.
"Look at that" She whispers and moves to sneak a look of Arty sleeping self. "Did you put pills on her milk or something?" She jokes.
"That would be a wrong move." A deep voice advices. It came from another hot person in a suit. A tall -really tall- black guy, Stiles isn't sure if he is joking or not.
"How did you do it?" Another wild expensive suit appears. The three surround Stiles and the baby, but Derek pushes them aside. Warning them that if they don't behave they might upset Arty. Four more people appear, Stiles guesses they are the Uber drivers (two teens, a man on his forties and a woman on her thirties).
"I didn't know you guys did movings"
"We don't" A guy answer. "But he is paying" He cocks his head on Derek's direction.
They follow Stiles on a bee line up the stairs to the second floor. When the brown door with the stickers opens, Derek thinks that he should had been prepare. He knew that Stiles lives with another person, a werewolf, so it was logical to guess that the place will smell like other's wolf territory. Derek knew from the phone call he eavesdropped that Scott sounded like a nice guy -no, a great guy. But Derek's wolf could not care less about what-you-call-it-ah-logic. Stiles scent was buried, trap, mark with an other's. The wolf demands for nothing less than Stiles 100% loyalty and love to give to his little pup. However, Derek knew better, he breath in the air, felt his instincts raising and then he control himself.
Arty's little mind could not get all that was happening, but she knew enough and she didn't like it. She starts to warn her guardians by making noise and moving as much as her cloths and the seat belt would allow her.
"Oh, no! Did we wake you up?" Stiles sooths Arty.
"She doesn't like this place." Derek says as matter-of-fact.
"What is wrong with this place?" Stiles tries to sound offended, even though he has already guess -it must be the scent of another werewolf. Derek doesn't answer.
Stiles had fill two cars with his cloths, books, pictures, souvenirs (which might look like toys to other people) and in Derek's car he had sent a box with his computer and other delicates. Well, Stiles hasn't done much besides point and tell others what to do, no that he is complaining -just not used to it. Arty keeps switching between Derek and Stiles, and there is not much to do than indulge her.
"So, which ones are yours?" The curly haired man asks as he points to the open cabinet exposing dishes.
"What?"
"Are you taking any?" The curly haired man sighs like he is tired of the conversation.
"Leave that. I can come back later -"
"No" Derek enters the kitchen, Arty tries to slip from Stiles' arms to Derek's.
"What do you mean 'no?'" Stiles eyes Derek as the man retrieves his daughter.
"We are making one trip only." Derek explain. "Take everything that's yours."
Stiles tried to explain Derek why when two people share an apartment (and all the stuff in it) it is pretty difficult, and rude, to sort out what belongs to who without the other person to discuss it.
"Call him." Stiles pouts but he calls Scott.
The call was long and rocky, but Scott found it too funny to be really mad.
"NO! you lost your charger." Stiles tries to keep his calm to avoid upsetting Arty but is not working too well.
"I wrote my initials on it! Stiles"
"Yes, on my charger!"
"ARRR!"
"Scott! What do you mean you don't know where my Gotham T-shirt is? You beg me to let you borrowed it?"
"Is on the left drawer of the little table in the kitchen."
"There is no table in the kitchen. SCOTT"
"No, you keep the red cup and I keep the red spoon!"
"I won that cup!"
"Only because I help you, and I want the little red spoon."
"ARRRR"
"Now, Arty is crying."
By the time everything made it to Derek's place, Stiles was beat. Nothing was put away. Stiles walks to the spare room that is still full with baby stuff, but now is Stiles' bedroom. He falls asleep in record time. Derek 'shoo's Arty as he lowers her next to Stiles. She curls next to the human and follows him to dreamland. Derek stays there; feeling strangely content but out of place, happy to see his baby and a man he has grown to like sleeping safely on his territory but the scent from the other wolf still lingers on Stiles… Derek would like to rest next to Arty and Stiles, reclaim them as his, but he has no permission. So, instead he sits on the floor and counts seconds until his eyelids become too heavy.
Stiles opens his eyes wide and clenches his chest, his ribcage hurts like his heart had been replace by a wild drum and it's breaking it's way out of Stiles' chest. The feeling is not unknown for the human, but it is different. Stiles had experience enough panic attacks to know that something is wrong. He is thinking too clearly...frantically the man moves out of the bed. That's when Stiles notice that the place was empty. No empty, there was furniture and decorations. But no baby stuff, his cloths, no Derek or Arty…
Stiles runs out of the room, and he immediately regrets his decision. The house is too bright, too colorful, too symmetrical and simply wrong. The whole house has been clean up and it felt strangely empty. Stiles tries to scream for help, but his voice is distorted into noise.
This is a nightmare, but is not his nightmare.
Stiles remembers his own… or he thinks he does. He remembers crying because he was trap in a house that was not his and regardless of what he did he couldn't get out. But then his mom came and carrying him out.
Stiles walks to the only close door in the house, actually the only door...the one he came from dissapeared. He tries to open the door but is lock.