In My Dreams

by MidnightTygerlily

He learned forward this time and he devoured her mouth in a kiss. She giggled and broke away from him. Derek looked at her. Her face, her eyes, the shape of her lips. He could smell her. Like herbs. Bergamot or sage maybe. The sweetness of honey. The warmth of orange blossom, clove and cinnamon. Her honey blond hair and blue eyes… like the 2 dead girls? **Rated MA**

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - All Nighter

Derek was restless that night. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. 2 am on his phone. He couldn't sleep. Or he didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to see her. He couldn't see her, if only in his dreams.

He felt like he was letting her down. All the FBI searches gave them nothing. If she was reaching out to him and he couldn't find her… He didn't want to think about it. He didn't even know her. Was she a witch? He had been burned before. He trusted and fell hard and was deceived and manipulated. But something about Freya. Could you fall in love with someone you never even met?

His eyes fluttered open. He felt her body behind his. The sound of her body moving under the sheets. She inched closer, her naked body pressed against his back. Her hand gently ran down his arm.

"What's the matter?' she asked softly. She had her cheek resting on his shoulder. He felt her words. He felt her breath on his skin.

"I failed you." He said. "I thought I found you but I was wrong."

"Found me?" She pressed herself harder to him. She raised her leg and wrapped it over his.

Derek sighed.

"I'm right here Derek." she purred. "This is the only place I want to be."

He turned his body to face her. Her face, her eyes, her mouth.

He kissed her lips and ran his fingers through her hair.

'Who are you?" he asked. She chuckled.

"What are you?" he looked into her eyes. She moved her head back to look at him. Her brows knitted together.

Derek's eyes shut slowly.

"Help me find you. I need to protect you." he said as he drifted back to sleep.

HELP ME FIND YOU. I NEED TO PROTECT YOU

His words pulled her out of her sleep. She lay on the bed breathing heavily.

"WHAT ARE YOU?" What did that mean? She felt her fight or flight instinct kick in. She got up out of bed and flipped on the light. She grabbed her bag and started shoving her belongings inside. Then the tears came. She was sobbing uncontrollably and sunk down on the bed.

What was she doing? She was running away from a dream. From a guy she made up in her mind. He didn't exist. She was exhausted. Exhausted from being scared and running and hiding and from being alone.

The early morning sun peeked through the curtains. She sighed deeply and got up from the bed.

Something didn't sit well about that flower shop. What he smelled. Her smell was flowery but also spicy and sweet. There was nothing like that in the shop. He knew it. He got up and showered. He texted Stiles that he wouldn't be meeting up with him until later. He had to figure this out. Derek dorve the few blocks from his loft to downtown. He parked on the street and opened the window. Nothing yet. He would wait all day. He sat and watched. The front door of the flower shop opened and he was hit with the scent. He sat up straight behind the wheel. A girl walked out with a sandwich board sign and placed it on the sidewalk. She turned her head and the wind blew through her hair. The sun hit her face.

His breath was taken away. It was her. He sat motionless. He didn't know what to do. She took a deep cleansing breath and straightened her apron. She looked up and down the street and the corner of her mouth raised in a small smile. Then he saw her brows knit together like in his dream last night. Her eyes fell right on his car. She hesitated a moment before walking back inside the flower shop.

Freya walked back into the flower shop. Now she felt even more uneasy. She couldn't explain what she felt. Again her first instinct was to run. Run like hell. All signs pointed to this wasn't good. But she didn't want to run this time. She wanted to stay. She worked the rest of her shift and drove back to her apartment in Hedge Creek.

Derek trailed her back to Hedge Creek. Where one of the other girls was found. Hedge Creek was the werewolf bite. Brighton Point was the ritual killing. He couldn't piece this together. He followed her to her apartment building and watched her get out of her car. She checked her surroundings repeatedly. Was she being overly cautious? She was a single girl out by herself. Was she hiding something? What was she hiding? He heard how hard her heart was pounding. He could hear her footsteps in the stairwell. She lived on the fourth floor. 20 more steps and he heard her open her door. She flipped the light on. 2nd window from the end of the building.

And then he heard it. Barely even a whisper. A spell. She was a witch.