Heeeey! I'd just like to point out I wanted to get this up the day before yesterday, and there was a HUGE blackout, and that's why I didn't, SoRrY. These next few chapters are going to be a little confusing for anyone who hasn't seen Teen Wolf. I'll explain a little each chapter to fill in the gaps but not enough to spoil it really. Here we go: In the show Scott has a dream about Allison this same night this happens, (Derek's account of this night is not canon and is 100% original to me and this story), but it turns out their dreams might have something to do with something that happened at the school that night, which I'll explain next chapter.

Also, the formatting for this is fucked up because FF is stupid and won't let me double space the parts of the fic that need to be, I don't know what I'm going to do to fix it, I'm gonna work on it now, but for the first half there's supposed to be a blank line between each dialogue paragraph, so whatever is between them, doesn't mean anything it's just a placeholder so FF won't destroy the formatting I'm going for.

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He smiled as Laura laughed, trying to fish an eggshell out of the bowl of eggs. He tried to ignore the fact that his apartment was way brighter than usual.

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"Did you finish your thesis? How'd it do?" Her voice echoed across his ears.

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"Good. Good…" He repeated, finding his voice like shaky footing. "My professor thought it was the best in my class." His head was swimming.

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"-uation? Do anything with your cap?" He shook his head.

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"No. I didn't go." He ignored how she kept smiling.

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"You're seeing someone right? What's he like?" He shrugged.

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"He's… fun. We get along really well. He reminds me of you a little." Laura smiled.

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"That much of an ass huh?" Derek blinked and half the conversation had gone by. "I just worry about you, ya know? After what happened-" He couldn't help the anger or the pain in his chest.

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"He's not like that."

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"I know… But he's not like us."

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"Why should that matter?"

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"What if you lose him like you lost Paige?" The echo was painfully absent. Her voice was stabbingly sharp. Nor was it hers. He knew that.

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"He's not like Paige. He's protected. He's safe."

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"There's no such thing as safe though, is there? We thought we were safe here. Look what happened."

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"Stop."

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"You have to be careful, Derek." He heard her words as her own, dug out from his memory. That just made it all the worse. "Is loving him really worth losing him?" His head felt like his heart when he cried. Shaking and out of control. He didn't know what to say, what to do.

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"Yes."

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"Derek, don't." The voice was soft. Everything was soft. And white. Or maybe black? He couldn't tell. It was all so soft. Comfortable. Time had passed. It must have been a while, because now he was dazed, as if he was deep in sleep. He looked for the voice, and found himself looking at Stiles, standing a few yards away.

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"Hey." Derek said, not sure if he should expect a response. But he smiled back.

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"Hey…" Stiles held out a hand. "Derek, come here…" It didn't feel strange but still his caution pull at him.

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"This is a dream… You aren't really here." Stiles nodded.

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"Nope. All in your head." The playful tone was pulled from his own mind, sounding ever so similar to the real thing. It felt nice. Stiles motioned with his hand. "Come on, Derek…" He stepped ever so softly towards Stiles, almost stumbling. For a little while, Stiles remained just out of arm's reach with every step he took. Still, Stiles encouraged him on, calling him closer. Derek wasn't sure it was wise, but he still didn't stop. He was still swift to take Stiles' hand the second it was in reach. Stiles laughed as Derek pulled him closer. "That's better…" The more he nuzzled into Stiles neck the more it felt like they were floating.

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"Stiles…" He whimpered to his own mind as he reveled in snuffling in every tiny detail of his memory of Stiles scent that he could. Groaning mindlessly at the soft brush of his skin, and the soft laugh, and the feel of lips pressing to his head. He dusted Stiles' neck and down his collar with gentle kisses, nipping even more gently where it was too tempting not to. He knew there was no danger in it, but treaded with caution regardless. Much the same way he knew the blissful dream wasn't Stiles, but still his mind whined with the guilt of bordering on "taking advantage". There was just something that felt so real about the body under his hands, in his embrace, as his nails gazed gently over the soft pale skin. He could almost really feel Stiles' hands run through his hair with his calming rhythm. His ears rung with the memory of the way Stiles hummed in his chest when they had curled up together the night before. Something pulled at his heart, and he pressed his gritted teeth against Stiles' cool skin, whining as it skipped again and again painfully in his chest. He tried to focus on Stiles' gentle grip on the back of his neck, or the low heat passively seated in his stomach. He dug in his head for memories of Stiles that would help him shake the feeling, help him stay in this moment for longer, even if just a little.

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"I love you…" The words came back to his mind again so gentle and casual and sweet and kind. The tears that welled in his eyes and quickly overtook him were so hot and violent and real he knew he had to be crying in his sleep. He managed not to wake from them, and once they'd shaken every last bit of wakeful out of him, his mind pulled him into a deep restful sleep.

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"You." The word startled him awake. He looked around only to throw his arm over his eyes at the vibrant morning light that enveloped him. "What are you doing here?" He adjusted what little he could before looking to the source of the familiar voice. He was up somewhere, and on the ground calling up to him stood Stiles' adoptive "uncle" Luc… Next to their patio… Oh, fuck…. Was he-?

"Oh, fuck…" He muttered as he realized where he was.

"That isn't an answer…" He realized Luc didn't seem pleased, nor patient.

"I don't know." He answered quickly. "I sleep walked…" From the way Luc raised his eyebrow, frown still unforgiving, gave Derek the impression he didn't much care.

"Great, well, whats-its-name isn't here…" Luc replied sternly. Derek sat up on the already warm roof tile, ready to make a smooth escape when the back door opened. He went rigid with fear before Sam walked over into the yard.

"Lucifer, what are you-" He looked up, a look of confusion quickly spreading over his face. Derek gave a meek wave. "Hey… Uh…. What are you doing here?" Derek shrugged.

"Dunno, I just woke up."

"You don't remember coming here? Did… Did you turn?" Derek rolled his eyes.

"No. I've been asleep all night, I must've slept walked over…" He ran a hand through his messy hair. "Sorry, I should just go…" Sam shook his head.

"It's fine… Um, when did you go to sleep, Derek?" Derek furrowed his brows a little at that.

"I passed out around 10:30, why?"

"It's quarter to one… You should come in, have some breakfast or something." Derek was taken aback for a minute, but eventually got down anxiously.

"You're sure? You don't have to do that…" Sam nodded, leading Derek to the door.

"Yeah. There's something on TV you should probably see."