Morningstar

01

3B

A woman appeared on top of the Nemeton and looked around.

"Where the bloody hell am I? Dad, this isn't funny!"

But as she looked around, something told her it wasn't her father that had something to do with her relocation. Perhaps it was the old tree stump she'd landed on. She would find out soon enough. She always did.

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Stiles woke up panting and Lydia asked, "Are you okay? Stiles?"

He exhaled. "Yeah, I was just dreaming. It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream."

"A nightmare?" She rubbed his shoulder tenderly.

He sighed. "Yeah. Wait a second, Lydia. What are you doing here?" The door creaked open. "Hang on." He stood.

"Stiles, where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna close the door."

"Just go back to sleep."

"No, no, I should close it."

"Don't worry about it."

"What if someone comes in?"

"Like who? Go back to sleep, Stiles." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "No."

"But what if they get in?"

"What if who gets in? Stiles, just leave it. Please, Stiles. Stiles, come back to bed. Stiles. Please. Don't, Stiles." Stiles slowly reached for the doorknob. "Don't! Don't go in there, please, don't. Please, Stiles, don't!" Stiles entered the dark room.

A heartbeat sounded and wind whooshed.

Stiles attempted to reassure it. "It's a dream. This is just a dream. It's just a dream, get it out of your head, Stiles. You're dreaming. All right? So, wake up, Stiles. Wake up, Stiles. Wake up!"

Sheriff Stilinski ran into his son's room and held him tightly. He brushed Stiles' hair back. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay. You're okay."

The next morning, there was a knock on the door and the sheriff appeared. "Hey. You all right? You ready for school?"

Stiles looked up at his dad. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Dad, seriously, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare. What's that?"

He laughed and said, "That's just, uh, files from the office."

Stiles frowned at his dad's words. "It says "Sheriff's station, do not remove"."

The sheriff nodded slowly. "Well, yeah, unless you're the sheriff."

"Oh," Stiles replied.

"Now get your butt to school."

Stiles drove himself to school.

As soon as he arrived, Stiles looked at his friend worriedly and tried to calm him down. "Hey. Hey, you all right? You don't look all right, Scott."

He nodded. "I'm okay."

Stiles shook his head. "No you're not. It's happening to you too -- you're seeing things."

"How did you know?"

Lydia said, "Because it's happening to all three of you. Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one."

Allison frowned at Lydia. "We're not crazy."

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine," she said.

"We did die and come back to life. That's gotta have some side effects, right?" Scott replied.