A third of the musical Drabbles. This one also a request from a follower on tumblr.

Steter - Before the Worst

It had been almost a year since the last time. The last dream that felt so real it echoed through Stiles even after he woke. He rolled over onto his side, surprised to find his best friend sitting at the laptop playing a pinball game. "Dude, shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Kind of hard when you're dreaming about Lydia again." Scott replied without looking over.

Stiles blushed. If only Scott knew it was the strawberry blonde who had been plaguing his dreams the last eight or so years…it was someone neither of them knew. Or if they did, Stiles couldn't remember his name. "I'm gonna go for a drive."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll cover for you." Scott murmured as Stiles slipped into a pair of jeans and tugged a plaid shirt over his white t-shirt and grabbed his keys.

Stiles knew Scott knew he wasn't just going for a drive. He was going to see Derek, who was the only one who ever helped him make sense of any of the dreams. Getting in and starting his jeep, he drove out to the loft, where he was greeted with a very unhappy looking Derek. "Sorry, man. I just-"

"Another dream?" Derek asked groggily, sliding the door open enough to let the teen inside.

"How'd you know?"

"Because the only time you call and wake me up at 2 gm in the morning is when you have one of your dreams." he said. "You know if I'm going to help you actually figure this out, I need more than vague details. You aren't my uncle."

Stiles paused and turned to look at Derek. "You have an uncle?"

Derek arched a brow as he poured coffee. "Sort of. He's been in a coma since the fire."

"He's older than you right?"

Derek actually stared at Stiles. "No, he's an infant."

Stiles gave Derek a 'not funny asshole' look. "I'm serious."

Derek rolled his eyes as only a Hale could. "Yes,' he's older than me. Why?"

"Do you have any pictures?" Stiles inquired, looking at Derek seriously. Although he was seemingly confusing the wolf, he watched as Derek disappeared for a minute and returned with a book. The edges were clearly charred, the leather curling and dried as Derek set the book down and began flipping through pages.

"Here," the wolf said, pointing at a picture. Stiles began walking towards him as he explained. "This was about a month before the fire. He's really scarred now, but it's slowly getting better. The bills for his continued treatment are paid in full by the insurance, but I don't know how much longer Beacon Hills Memorial can take care of him." He looked up as he heard Stiles pulse begin to alter. "Stiles, are you okay?"

Stiles shook his head to clear his mind. "Yeah, I'm fine. I need to go. I've got class tomorrow."

Derek raised a brow. "Are you sure?"

Stiles nodded, moving towards the door. "Yeah, hey, thanks for helping me clear my head. Means a lot, dude." And with that, he slid the door closed and took the steps three at a time as he practically ran to the jeep. Starting it, he had to remind himself not to panic. Because it was insane coincidence. It had to be.

Derek's uncle was the one he'd been dreaming about.

With little concern where he was going, he was panicking a little. He knew a lot about the man. He'd been seeing him in his dreams for years. He knew his name, his age, he knew there was some kind of subconscious connection between the two of them. Now he knew he'd been in a coma for the six years. Was Stiles his only way to communicate? Not that it was only talking they'd done. Stiles had grown ridiculously attached to the other. If you lost you virginity in a dream, did it count in real life? He remembered asking the other that once after a particularly heated encounter. He blinked as he realized he was parking in front of the hospital. He stared at the sign for a long moment before pulling his keys and hopping out. He didn't need to ask where the other was, he just…knew. He made two lefts, a right, straight down through the corridor and the last door on the left he found the room. Looking around, he slipped inside and closed the door.

For a long moment, he simply watched the male. Moving closer, he knelt in front of the chair and looked up. "Peter…" he said softly. He gave a sad sigh. "Why didn't you tell me you were here?" he asked, reaching up to faintly trace his fingers over the scarred half of the wolf's face. He felt a kind of warm sensation echo up his arm from where his fingers brushed the older man's skin, and he watched as the marks actually faded. Drawing his hand back, he looked at his hand, bewildered. "Did I do that?" he asked. Swallowing as he looked back up at Peter, he gave a nervous smile and reached out to touch his face again. The reaction was the same, the sensation a little warmer. Biting his lip, he moved to stand. "I wanna try something. But I don't know if I should…" As if on cue, he remembered something Peter had told him in one of their dreams.

"Love has more magical properties than anything I know. You'd be surprised what the simplest things can do when you love someone."

Looking back up at Peter, he gave a soft smile. "You knew, didn't you? Even though I never told you, you knew." He reached out to once more brush his fingers along the scarred skin, still amazed at how it healed a little with every touch. Glancing towards the door, he debated how long before the nurses would head towards the room for rounds. Did they even do that for Peter? Looking back down, he leaned over, pausing for a moment. "Don't kill me," he half-laughed, leaning in to press his lips to the other male's. That same sensation hit him, only the warmth traveled over his entire body. He couldn't pull away if he wanted to, it felt so good. Granted, he never kissed anyone before - unless kissing Peter in the dreams counted - but he was pretty sure it didn't just make your body feel like this. He had started to reach up and lay a hand on the unscarred cheek when he felt the kiss being returned faintly. Startled, he drew back, whiskey brown hues watching the other. "Peter?" he didn't know if his voice was startled or happy, but the fact that the scars were virtually gone now made him ecstatic. Unable to contain himself, he reached out to run his hand through Peter's hair. "I'm here. You can wake up and find out how it feels to really hold me." he said, leaning in to wrap his arms at the older man's neck and hold him close. He just held him, not wanting to let go. He didn't know how long it was, but eventually he managed to get his throat to let him say the words. "I love you."

A few moments later, he felt movement and pulled back just enough to see the wolf slowly moving his hand, as if trying to believe he could move. "You're up."

A soft laugh escaped Peter as he brought his hand up to lay it on Stiles' cheek. "I knew you'd figure it out eventually. You're special, Stiles."

Stiles smiled. "So you've told me." he said, leaning into the hand on his cheek. "I'm glad I found you." He tilted his head as Peter smiled back. "What is it?"

Peter shook his head, pulling the teen in for a kiss. When at last the kiss broke, he stole a few more quick kisses. "I love you, too, Stiles."