TORN

Into The Deep Sleep

"Are you out of your mind?" Cora said towering over me. I had no answer to that question. "I'm his sister. I have to do this." She continued looking down at me. "Are you and Derek like together now?" Deucalion asked with an eyebrow raised. "What do you care?" I replied. "I'm just asking because we have to know who has a deeper connection with him." He replied. Cora looked at him as if telling him "are you kidding me?"
"I also think Stiles should do it." Scott said. His hand finding my shoulder. "He loves you man. I'm sorry Cora but Stiles is his boyfriend." Cora sighed before finally agreeing. "Alright. Whatever, I just want my brother back." She said.
"Do you think we can bring Derek here?" Deucalion said looking at Deaton. "I think so. I can ask my mom if she can help us with that." Scott replied.

About one and a half hours passed since Scott and Cora left us to go talk to Melissa. My heart pumping faster as each second went by. My hands started to sweat. "What the hell did I get myself into this time." I asked to myself waiting for a sign from Scott. Another ten or fifteen minutes went by when someone started to knock on the back door. The usual entrance for when we don't want any humans to see what goes on in the clinic after it closes. When Deaton opened the door, we saw Scott and Cora who were carrying an unconscious werewolf followed by Melissa. "Oh thank god." I said helping them with Derek. "Not yet." Deucalion replied. We placed him on the metal table. I was ready to bring him back.
"So now what?" I asked anxious of what might be coming next. "Are you like going to bury your claws in the back of our necks?" I continued without missing a beat. "No. We only use that method when we want to take a memory away or just to remember something important." Deucalion replied walking around Derek as if studying him. "But Scott did that to bring me back. Isn't it the same?" I said still confused. "That was different. There was another presence inside your body. Derek is just trapped in one of his dreams. And if we do that, there might be a possibility for you to get lost inside his mind. You're lucky is just a dream and not a possession. " He replied without taking his eyes away from Derek. "So you're going to connect Derek's and Stiles' mind together?" Scott asked. "I'm going to lock Stiles inside Derek's dream. For him to guide him back to reality. You'll need to find him. Try to use your voice and hopefully he'll be able to hear you. But be careful. There's things inside his head that might play with you. Memories of him that can't hurt you but mess with your mind." Deucalion said putting a hand over Derek's forehead. "Are you ready? " He asked, not really sure who. "I am." I replied.
I walked over to Derek's unconscious body. His arms falling to his sides and his eyes closed shut. "Can I have a moment with him please?" I asked. Without even looking at them, I heard their footsteps disappearing close to the main entrance. "I promise you I will find him. He will pay for what he did to you." I said squeezing his hand in mine. I lowered my head near his, my lips brushed his and then they were touching. "I love you more than anything in life." I whispered pulling away.

Deaton brought another metal table he had in one of the rooms where he kept the animals  and put it next to where Derek was laying. "Is this going to hurt?" I said while sitting on the table. "It won't. It's just a dream." Deucalion replied. "A very bad dream." He continued. "So like a nightmare?" Scott asked. "If you want to put it that way." Deucalion said.
I slowly pulled myself to seat on the cold metal surface next to Derek. "We're going to need total silence. Any loud noise could distract Stiles from entering the deep sleep. If you can, try to hold your breath." Deucalion replied standing in between Derek and me. He put his warm hand on my forehead and did the same to Derek. "Scott. If I don't-" I started but Scott cut me mid sentence. "Shut the fuck up. You're coming back. Or else." He said shooting me a smile. I did the same. "You're ready Stiles?" Deucalion asked. "No but fuck it. I want my man back." I replied looking up at Deucalion who had his eyes closed shut. My breathing started to pick up and my heart was beating faster than usual. I looked at Deucalion once more but this time it send a cold shiver down the back of my spine. His eyes were now open totally white looking in my direction. I could feel his stare deep into my eyes. Suddenly my eyelids went numb and slowly started to close. The noises around me faded slowly as my eyes began to close. It was as if someone had given me anesthesia. My head started to feel heavy and my eyes like they were sinking to the back of my head. My chest felt as if someone was standing on it not letting me breath.

Whispers surrounded me as if there were many people talking all at once. For a moment I thought it was Scott and the others but I couldn't make out what they were saying when I tried to pay attention.
I open my eyes ready to tell everyone that it hadn't worked but when I did, I was alone in the clinic. The sun had gone down and the lights were off. It was only me and the darkness surrounding every corner of the room.