Sleepwalking

Dreaming

Stiles blinked softly, laying flat on his back in the middle of nowhere. Well, of course he knew he had to be somewhere. He just didn't know where. He slowly sat up, his eyes scanning the wide open field in front of him. This wasn't the first time he had been here- he used to have this reoccurring dream after his mother passed away-

All other thoughts stopped as he bit his bottom lip, a nervous habit. Of course he had to be dreaming.

He remembered what happened last: Void apologizing and telling him he was a distraction, and then everything went black. He knew he really shouldn't even be surprised at this, seeing this was the only logical way Void could get rid of him without killing him.

As he slowly got up from the ground, he made a point to scan the area. He hated this dream; he had always used to wake up crying and upset. But he was younger than. That was back when she had first passed away, and he was stronger now.

He took in a deep breath of air and started walking in a random direction, a direction that felt right to him. His dream started to change, though, as he walked on. The scenery changed ever so slightly, the sky becoming lighter and almost looking happier.

It wasn't anything like the nightmare he used to have. Perhaps that was a good sign.

Stiles walked for the longest time, eventually heading into the woods where it started to rain. He ignored it. It was just a dream.

Although, he paused when he saw a figure hunched over on the ground. "... Hello?" He asked, at first not realizing that the word was even realizing his mouth. Now how many horror movies do you know where the first-to-be-killed calls out 'hello' into a dark area? Every. Single. One.

Nice move, Stilinski.

He slowly took a couple of steps closer to the figure before it became more clear to see who it was: Derek Hale. He looked a bit confused, swallowing thickly as he bent down next to the other and hesitantly placed a hand on the others shoulder.

"Derek?" He questioned, frowning softly when the other tensed. He instantly removed his hand out of instinct, seeing every other time he had touched the other he had, in return, been threatened. No way in hell he was going to let himself be killed in his own dream by the sourwolf. "You okay, buddy?" He asked.

Derek slowly rose his head to look up to the other, his eyes glowing that intense, alpha red. It oddly sent shivers down Stiles' back. He didn't understand why, though.

As the larger male got to his feet, Stiles took a step back. He learned a long time ago not to take any risks with werewolves, especially when their eyes were glowing. Although, the longer he stared into the others eyes, the less he believed that Derek had any intentions to harm him.

He squirmed slightly under the others intense stare, though, finding it extremely awkward how Derek hadn't spoken a word to him yet. Usually Derek would of at least told him to 'fuck off' by now.

Stiles cleared his throat, taking another step back, only to watch Derek take a step forwards. What the hell was Derek thinking? "Derek..." He repeated, this time it being less of a question, but more of a concerned remark.

What was this dream? Some weird thing his brain thought was totally okay to present him with? Or maybe it was Void's doing.

Yeah, the latter seemed to make more sense to him.

He didn't have anymore time to think when suddenly Derek had managed to back him up into a tree, both of Derek's hands resting on each side of his head. He was prevented from speaking when Derek leaned forwards, pressing their lips together.