I woke up in a cold sweat, panting, and crying. I flailed around in my blankets, trying to pull free of them. I looked around frantically, trying to figure out why I couldn't get away. My eyes focused on Derek's face. He was blinking rapidly, still dazed and confused from sleep. He grunted and met my eyes. My chest was still heaving and I'm pretty sure I was still crying but I couldn't tell. Derek sat up and leaned over, half on top of me. His hands cupped my face and he leaned a little closer.

"Stiles breathe. You're having a panic attack. You need to breathe." Derek looked totally calm but his voice was strained and his shoulders were tense. I tried to calm down, I really did, but the dream was just so real. I dreamed that I was in the car with my mother when she got hit. I saw it happen in slow motion while she yelled to me that she loved me, that she was sorry, that no matter what happens I had to take care of dad. "Stiles!" Derek's voice was more urgent now. I realized that I was holding my breath. I focused back on his eyes and the pressure inside my lungs eased slightly when I sucked in a breath.

"Derek." I choked out. I tried desperately to take in a breath, but every time I tried to breathe it was like there was no room in my lungs. I was starting to see black spots in my vision. Before I knew what was happening Derek leaned down farther. He pressed his lips against mine briefly before pulling away. It was like an electric current shot through my body and I gasped.

"Focus, Stiles." Derek breathed against my lips. "Focus on me. Focus on this." He pressed his lips back against mine, parted slightly. I automatically tilted my face up towards him. I knew I should probably by upset that my first real kiss was happening just to calm me down but I couldn't bring myself to care. Derek Hale was kissing me. Derek Hale had his face on my face. What. I raised my hand, slipping it into his sleep-tousled hair, and pulled. He made a growly noise deep inside of his chest and pulled away. He was still only inches away from my face. His eyes shone a neon blue before slowly fading back to green. It didn't strike me as odd, even though it should have.

"Well," I said finally. "That was a very effective way of calming me down." Now stop there. Don't say anything else, mouth. "We should do that again sometime. Or, you know, frequently." My eyes widened and I mentally cursed myself. Derek chuckled, his eyes crinkling. I unconsciously licked my lips. Derek's eyes followed the movement and I watched as his eyes dilated. I gasped, my lips parting slightly, and he groaned.

"Very, very frequently. Every minute of every day, frequently." Derek grumbled. He rolled away from me and laid on the bed beside me. I giggled, slightly hysterical. We were silent for a few minutes before Derek turned to face me. "You should get some more sleep. Tomorrow's… gonna be tough." He sounded cautious, like he didn't want to upset me. I curled into his side and nuzzled his shoulder, knowing he wouldn't mind. He slipped one arm under my waist and pulled me closer.

"Are you gonna be there?" I asked. He smiled against the top of my head.

"I'm not leaving your side." He answered.

"What about school?"

"School will be there when we get back. It's not really my top priority right now." I smiled and my eyes drifted shut.

"Thank you. For being here." I mumbled. I thought I felt a brush of lips against the top of my head, but I wasn't sure. I was half asleep when he answered.

"Any time, babe."