Running out of ideas for this;) But, ya know, I'll think of something and it'll be posted, and then I'll stop and then think again. I've already got the end of this story thought out and wrote down, I just better not get it mixed up with the chapters, otherwise bad things will happen, and y'all know if Stiles wakes up or not...shh, my lips are sealed.

Anyway, just wanna say thank you to my reviewers: sathreal, The Wonderful Mistique, DerekStiles18, lyokoyaio. Thanks for reviewing, you guys are awesome;)

Here's chapter 5! Hope you like it!;D

Chapter five:

Derek groaned in frustration when he heard the human's voice in his ear. Derek had just gotten off to sleep after a hard day with training his pack, who were honestly doing his head in, and trying to ignore Stiles the whole time. But, of course, the ghost that didn't need sleep didn't think about the person who actually did in order to be less grouchy then he already was naturally.

So when Stiles called his name out in that annoying tone that made Derek just want to turn and punch him, he had groaned out. He had every right to groan like that. It wasn't a sexual groan though, or one of those Yey-Stiles-is-here-I'm-happy groans, it was one of those please-just-fuck-off-and-leave-me-be groans.

Stiles, though, didn't get the message. Obviously, Derek's fuck off groan wasn't enough to make him go away. So Stiles was just sitting there, talking when Derek threw a pillow at him. Of course, it went through him, but it got him to shut up. But it did earn Derek a glare. Derek, to be honest, really didn't care.

"DEREK!" Stiles yelled. Derek wanted to strangle him. "What did you do that for! I was talking!"

"That was the point," Derek said growly. "Fuck off. I'm trying to sleep."

Stiles huffed out a annoyed breath. "But I'm bored, Derek. You're the only person who can actually see me and talk to me, and if I'm not talking to you, I'm totally bored. So stay awake with me, please?"

Derek growled. "No."

"Please? I thought I was your mate?"

Derek growled again. "Don't pull that card. I'm not staying up with you because you are my mate. That's the lamest excuse ever."

"Fine," Stiles said. "I'll go and be bored. But I'm going to appear everywhere you go, Derek, just to annoy you even more. So, I'll see you tomorrow."

And Stiles was gone. Derek breathed out a sigh of relief. Finally.

It was either Karma, or just plain bad luck, he wasn't really sure, because after Stiles disappeared, Derek couldn't get back to sleep for ages. It wasn't like he was asleep anyway when Stiles was there and talking to him quietly, but when he tried to sleep, he couldn't.

So, there he was getting a coffee at half nine in the morning, looking at Peter who was passed out on the couch. Isaac had left to go to school, he had left a note on the coffee machine that he had, knowing that was probably the first place his alpha would go when he was finally awake.

Ugh, Stiles was right. He couldn't sleep without Stiles next to him, whether it was just because him being his mate, or Derek had gotten used to the fact that Stiles was there, next to him, watching him as he slept, he didn't know either. But Derek had gotten this lost feeling as soon as Stiles had gone. He just pushed it down, thinking that he was just feeling the grief of losing his mate, and had squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to get some sleep.

Derek groaned, a I-give-up-but-can't-be-fucked-to-actually-say-I've-given-up groan, and ran a hand down his face in an attempt to get some life into himself. He knew that he looked rough, he had looked in the bathroom mirror. His eyes had purple bags underneath them, his eyes were bloodshot, and his stubble just made him look like a drug dealer. All in all - fucking rough.

He knew that Stiles would probably pop up any time soon and shout haha! in his face and point towards the roughness that was Derek, so Derek just expected it when Stiles turned up and started to laugh at the big bad alpha looking rough and drinking a cup of coffee to sweet for his liking.

"OH MY GOD!" Stiles chocked out during his laughing. "Look at you!"

Derek nearly growled, but he felt like he didn't have enough energy to do so. Peter was now awake, due to Derek's growly nature and just the fact that Peter was waking up. He grabbed the coffee out of Derek's hands, made a face when it tasted disgusting, and gave it back.

"That's disgusting," He commented out loud. "Can you make me a coffee?"

"No," Derek said, "Make your own. I'm not your slave, I'm your alpha."

"You're just moody, well, extra moody because Stiles kept you up last night," Peter said playfully. "I'll do the puppy dog eyes in a minute. Please, dearest nephew?"

Derek growled but started to set up the coffee machine so Peter would get his coffee. Stiles was still laughing in the background, as Derek was growing even more agitated when Peter started to laugh at his face. Derek huffed, and stormed up to his room to get changed.

"Derek, you are extra broody today," Stiles said, happily.

"Shut up, Stiles," Derek snapped finally. "I had hardly any sleep last night after you left, so if you so much as piss me off today, I'm going to go and kill someone."

Stiles chuckled. "Oh my god! Really, you should have seen your face when you said that! You looked like you were constipated. Have you ever been constipated? Can werewolves even be constipated? Can they get ill? Oh my god, I can just imagine you with a runny nose, and tears in your eyes, crying out for me-"

"STILES!" Derek growled. "Just please, shut the fuck up!"

"NOPE!" Stiles growled back. Well, he tried to growl. It was an epic fail of epic proportions, but it made Derek's lips at least twitch. "Haha! I got you to sort of smile. I think you need to get out today. Get dressed, sourwolf, we're going DVD shopping."

Derek gave the ghost a look. "Really?"

"Yes," Stiles said. "We're going to go get some movies, or box sets, or something, and you are going to relax the whole day because I've obviously be stressing you out."

"Yeah, you have."

"Well, thanks for the complement." Stiles still managed to be sarcastic, even if he was in a coma and was now in ghost form.

Derek growled. "Get out so I can change."

"What, can't I stay in here with you? Or is Derek Hale nervous and shy when it comes to showing off his body?"

"Stiles, now, before I personally go to the hospital and rip your throat out."

Stiles held his hands up in surrender. "I'm leaving, I'm leaving, jeez."

"Stiles, I'm not watching NCIS with you," Derek snapped. "Anyway, in the car you said I could chose, so I am going chose, okay?"

Stiles held his hands up in surrender for the second time. "I'm sorry, just thought it would be something you liked. Don't turn around on me now, and say that you want to watch Gossip Girl or something, because I will slap you. Like, full on around the face slap you."

Derek growled lowly. "No, Stiles, I mean, let's watch something to do with the supernatural."

"OH!" Stiles said. "You like to watch programs with your kind in them? Well, there's The Vampire Diaries, and Supernatural..."

"Really?" Derek asked.

"Well, you asked for them, didn't you?"

Derek nodded. "Get season one and two of supernatural and let's go."

"You're not very sociable, are you?"

"No, that's why I want out of here now."

The man behind the checkout looked at Derek weirdly for a second, before scanning season one and two of supernatural, and then bagging them up. He still looked weirdly at him, like he was nine times of crazy, but didn't comment and bagged everything up.

"Did you see that guy in there?" Stiles asked him. "He was giving you funny looks. Well, you do look like a weirdo every time you talk to me because no one else can actually see you...hey, what are you going?"

Derek was driving away.

"YO, DEREK, YOU'RE FORGETTING SOMETHING, MY FRIE-MATE! I MEANT MATE! COME BACK HERE, DEREK, OR YOU ARE SOOOOO TOTALLY REGRETTING THIS! DEREK..." Stiles' voice trailed off as Derek drove further and further away.

He was fucked.

Totally, and royally fucked.

Sorry if it's too short, but I'm starting to get into the story;)