Playing House

Is hard to breath.

Stiles opens his eyes and breathes air in like his lungs were failing when he was asleep. A pair of gray-green eyes stare at him. Stiles doesn't even asks why is Derek sleeping on the floor next to his bed (again), he whispers an 'okay' and turns to find a pair of brown-green eyes staring at him.

"You too?" Stiles says as brings Arty for a hug. Derek stands and takes in the scene. Arty stretches her legs and Stiles kisses her head. He had the same nightmare again. Stiles has concluded that it is Arty's nightmare -it must be some type of magic creature thing from the mother side. Stiles thinks that Arty doesn't understand or doesn't see the dream as a nightmare, but eventually she will notice that is not her house. Maybe that's why she likes him, both had the same dream.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I had half hour." Stiles turns to look to Derek and shamelessly checks him out.

"Is it pajama day?"

"I might be a little late." Stiles makes his judgy face.

"I have no hurry." Derek says and sits next to Stiles, Arty crawls on her father's lap.

"aja" Stiles says, and Derek has the urge to touch him. Any type of touch, as long as he could touch him.

"My sister is coming today to the company." Derek bursts out.

"I thought you like your sister." Stiles tilts his head as he remembers Laura coming by a couple times.

"My other sister."

"Oh" Stiles hasn't meet Cora, but he has heard enough. She sounds cool, but also not baby appropriate.

"Do they really need you?" Stiles asks, Derek turns wide eyed knowing where was their conversation going.

"Like, their world would suddenly set on fire if you ...are not there?"

"Stiles-"

"If they don't need you terribly bad, then you could stay. We could go to the park. You had been whining for the whole two months that I had been here how much you miss running." Derek's face hasn't changed but Stiles knew he was inches from sealing the deal.

"I could make a picnic!" Stiles exclaims "and we can take a bunch of pictures of Arty. Oh, and I could help you with whatever paper you need reviewing. Wait, now that we are talking about papers and reviewing. Did the Argent sent a message, I thought that they were in the 'protect humans by killing bad-bad monster' so what do they want with Hale corporations? No that I was going through your stuff, but if you need help with that."

"A picnic sounds nice." Derek says as he picks up Arty, and leaves the room.

Stiles holds the picnic backpack (since there was no bastket) tightly against his chest, but Derek keeps trying to sneak a snack. Once they reach the park, Stiles and Arty leave to find a good spot, while Derek goes running. The day was nice and after finding a nice place under a tree, Stiles frees Arty from the cherry printed baby carrier, and she screams of joy. Lately she has been screaming instead of crying, which is somehow even more annoying.

Derek comes back after an hour and a half of running. Stiles had already started the picnic, and Arty keeps playing with her little red spoon instead of trying to eat her carrot pure. Stiles offers Derek a towel. They eat, took a group nap (even against Stiles' protests because 'eww, you two are sweaty.') and returned home before the sunset.

Stiles carries Arty inside the house, and before he could put her down the house phone rings.

"So, people actually use those" Stiles mumbles before picking up the phone.

"Hello, Hale residency. Stiles speaking."

"Mr. Stilinski, what a pleasing surprise." A woman's voice answers, she sounds sincere but it is still something villains say to clueless heroes (or sidekicks) on movies.

"Yeah. It's a pleasing surprise because? and on your way to answer that who are you lady?"

"Stiles!" Stiles turns to see Derek who takes the phone from him.

"Mom, why are you calling?" Derek talks into the phone.

"Manners Derek. And I'm calling of course to ask when would be a good time to visit you and Arty, also I would love to meet Stiles, isn't?"

"Sorry. Busy, but Arty's birthday is coming in only six months." Derek pushes Stiles who is trying to eavesdrop on his phone call.

"Really, because I have some business near by. So, I thought of visiting you next week."

"No, I'm busy. Too busy next week mother."

"I think I'm going to visit you next friday."

"MOM!"

"I going to meet him sooner or later, and I gave you enough time to face it baby."

"Mom, you are going to ask questions and be super picky about everything -remember what happe-"

"Well, I better leave, since you are so busy and all. Bye"

"Mom, don't -" Derek sighs and turns to inform Stiles who is glue to Derek's back. "She hang up."

"So, she is coming?" Derek only groans.

"And is it that bad? I mean, she want to see her granddaughter. Understandable." Derek groans again.

"mmm, you do present your argument really well." Derek growls and moves to collapse on the sofa.

"What is the big deal? I won't judge." Stiles kneels next to Derek.

"I know you won't, but …"

"Oh!" Stiles' brain wants to slap Stiles. He is the son who got the first baby without the sacred ring, and the mother is not in sight.

"I think she thinks I mess up." Derek says after some time.

"Parents always think that." Stiles knew that was weak but… "Do you think you mess up?"

The long pause was eating Stiles, he searches for Arty who is climbing a pillow, and then Stiles understands that Derek is not going to answer.

"Are you happy?" Stiles asks softly. Derek turns to see Stiles. The breathing of the

human is fast and hollow, like Derek's answer could somehow determined the human's happiness.

"Yes" Derek answers slowly, but if he is honest with himself ...he doesn't remember a time he had been happier with his life. Stiles smiles wide.

"Then the rest is workable." Stiles stands and starts looking around. "Now, we need to clean. This place is gonna look so perfect -oh, and I gonna make my mother's persley dream lasagna recipe" Stiles lets a tiny sigh like he always do when he mentions his mother. "Oh, we are gonna need new books, and a special pretty party dress."

"She hates being dress" Derek points to Arty who is sleeping on top of a pillow.

"Special occasion! F&% I need to do like two, a minimum of two baby scrapbooks. One for 'all the firsts' and another for cute moments. We need a new camera." Stiles continues to ramble as he moves across the room looking for a pen and paper. Derek wants to say something, to say how much he appreciates all Stiles does.

Stiles enters Derek's office, for sure he can find a small notebook to use for his to-do list.

That was what it was on his mind, but his breath was caught on… on something.

Stiles tries to knock anything down, anything that could alert the werewolf on the other room that he can't breath. But the office was empty. Stiles turns to see that the house is once again not the house, too bright, too heavy… too fake. The human tries to not freak out -to not waste his last breath, but he was awake. The thing about nightmares, they can only get you when you are sleep, unless they are not nightmares… Stiles runs out into the living room, Derek and Arty are missing. He turns to Derek's room, and he twists the doorknob. The door opens and it swallows everything, it sucks it all in like a neverending void.

"Stiles!" Derek screams on top of his lungs. Arty is crying. Stiles stands on the middle of Derek's office, tears of papers in the floor, a mustard yellow envelope half rip by Stiles hands, a broken window and a missing laptop.

"Stiles?" Derek's face was red, like he had been screaming longer than Stiles had been listening. "What are you doing?"

"I- I- I" Stiles looks to the damage that -that- that he must had caused.

A doorbell rings. Derek picks up Arty and goes to the door. Stiles breathes again, the air was heavy and hot. He hears a woman's voice, and Stiles runs to his room. He can't let Derek's mother see him like this. He doesn't know when, how or why he trashed Derek's office. Stiles barely closes his bedroom door when the familiar feeling of a balloon growing inside his chest, stopping his lungs, clenching his heart and breaking his ribs. He knew, it was all in his head that is how panics attacks work, but his brain could not distinguish real from make believe pain.

Stiles calls Scott, who answers at the second ring. It takes a moment for Scott to understand what is happening. The werewolf makes sure to speak calm and slowly. He softly remind Stiles that they should concentrate in now because whatever happen it already happen, he asks Stiles to count with him, and sooths his friend. When Stiles can breath enough to speak, Scott refrains from asking questions -he only answers Stiles and assures him that everything will be okay.

Stiles had avoid a panic attack, but he didn't want to tell Scott what happened and he would tell his friend if he talks to him -So, Stiles excuses himself (Scott knows better than to pressure a person who was just at the edge of a panic attack).

"Stiles" Derek asks softly, and Stiles jumps away.

"What the F$# !" Stiles looks at Derek, his furry brows knot together on a worry expression.

"Derek!" The human turns to see his door, it is close. At some point Derek left his mother, came inside Stiles' room and close the door.

"How long has it been?" Stiles need it to know if there was a possibility that Derek's mom had left already.

"No more than ten minutes." Derek says once again uncharacteristically softly.

"I'm sorry." Stiles says when he notice he doesn't has much to said,. The younger man fights the weird feeling that he really mess up. That Derek's mom is going to hate him and consider him unfit to take care of Arty, Derek will hate him for destroying his office, and that he won't be able to help Arty with her nightmare -or maybe all of it is on his head, maybe ...maybe he is having a mental breakdown…

"Stiles" Derek calls "Are you okay?" To that Stiles can't help but snore.

"Peachy" Derek looks down and mumbles something, it was the first time Stiles had seen the werewolf mumbling. It made him feel better, because it means that Derek cares -so maybe he would try to understand.

"Is your mom still there?" Stiles asks while looking at the door. He did something … problematic. so, damage control -he isn't going get fired just because he misbehave. Oh, he would give them a lawsuit if they dare.

"My mom wasn't here. It is my sister, Cora, but I'll kick her out."

"No." Stiles pauses "I will. I don't want her telling everyone in your family that I have lost my marbles or that I enjoy overdramatic self plays. I want her to see that I'm fine." Stiles stands and starts a few breathing exercises before reaching for the door.

"But… are you fine? If I have over work you or -or you medicine if not making the … desire effect? Please, tell me." Stiles make sure not to look at Derek, he can't blame Derek for thinking that maybe mess up chemicals on his brain caused his ..outburst. However, they didn't. As any other similar condition, they don't work like that, there are patterns, triggers, and a level of consciousness through most actions (especially when correctly medicated). Stiles can be fine and had an off/odd day it happens, but he would be fine and trash a room with no recollection of the memory? No!

"And my sister wouldn't tell anyone." Stiles turns to face Derek, even though he still pretty embarrassed about everything.

"I have been a little tired, but I… I don't think… I don't know" Stiles would like to say that it is something else, but doesn't know what or has any proof to sustain that claim.

"And she will tell. If you see a babysitter acting like Macbeth, you had to tell someone." Before Derek could say something else Stiles is leaving the room.

A woman on her twenties holds Arty (no giving enough support for her head but it was not the time to correct the baby's relatives how they should hold baby). She seem uncomfortable and nervous, and so did Arty who was mumbling and biting her fingers.

"Do you need some water?" Cora offers one of the seven water glasses on the table. Stiles gave a questioning look at the many water glasses, which he guesses were served by Cora. He remember that Derek is a werewolf and that would make Cora a werewolf, which means he could hear him through the door. It could easily be the first time she hears a human on such a state. For some reason Stiles felt ashamed, like he had any choosing of what happen. He picks up two glasses.

"Thank you." Stiles says with a big smile, and he offers the other to Derek.

"Are you okay?" Cora burst out.

"uh?" Stiles act dumb for a minute. "Oh, that" He point to his bedroom door.

"Could you hear me? Sorry, if it was ...you know. But yes, yes I'm fine." Stiles knows that werewolf can tell a lie so he makes sure to walk around it. He is fine, but something around him isn't. Cora made her visit short, saying that Stiles would most likely want to rest a bit. She scolds her brother for over working Stiles. The human agreed with her on the most dramatic way possible.

Stiles tries to run to his room as soon as Cora leaves, but Derek and his super velocity and others werewolf-ly advances. He tells Stiles that no information had been lost from his office, the laptop is easily replaced, he never like that window, and to please take a day off -go see a doctor- and then come back to Derek and Arty.

AN: can someone give me a review please? I'm not sure what I'm doing and this the longest fic I had try to write