Slightly Amazing (Slightly series---Teen Wolf)

CHAPTER 13---Anchors

Remember how Deaton said that the central anchor/tether could be as effected as the actual sacrifices?

This was not what I had expected to sign up for.

Dreams, hallucinations, shadows . . . all of these were side effects for what had happened. Stiles had the dreams Allison was seeing her dead aunt Kate. Scott's shadows were messed up.

And I suffered from all three.

Deaton had told me that I took some of their darkness into me. More than one person should have had. But it caused theirs to be a little more bearable.

Like Stiles' dreams? I saw them too. It was like he could suck me into them.

When Allison saw her aunt, if I was with her, so could I.

Even though I was human, my shadows looked like a werewolf.

Beyond creepy.

"Don't let them in," I heard Stiles' whisper. He was asleep in his room, and I was asleep in mine. How could I hear him? "Don't let them in. No, don't let them in."

When I opened my eyes, I could see slits in front of me. Like locker slits.

I hit against the locker. "Stiles? did you suck me into a dream again?"

"Stace?" Stiles asked, hitting against his own locker, opening it, and then pulling mine open. "Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, all right?" I asked, looking around. "Why are we in the boys' locker room?"

Stiles didn't answer, and I loked toward the door, walking out first.

"Stace?" Stiles asked, his voice trailing off, echoing. "Stacie?"

I couldn't hear him anymore, out in the hall when I saw a clasroom door open.

I started to walk toward it, through the door.

Inside, I saw the Nemeton.

"Just a dream," I whispered. "Just a dream. Come on, Stacie, walk up."

I could feel it. My mind was awake, but my body wasn't. It was like I was falling, paralyzed. Beyond terrifying.

"Stiles?" I called, but I couldn't hear him.

Not listening to myself, I reached out to touch the Nemeton.

And a weed or vine came from nowhere and wrapped around my wrist, keeping me there.

Until I lurched up in my own bed.

I sighed, feeling Derek lean up next to me. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I answered. "Just a dream. Stiles, he, uh, he pulled me into one of his dreams again. It--it was like dreaming in a dream. It's so weird."

Derek pulled me into his chest. "It's okay."

"Yeah," I sighed, laying back next to him again, my head on his chest.

Wait.

Derek left.

He wasn't supposed to be back yet.

I looked up toward him. "You're--you're not here yet. You didn't come back . . . yet. You're not here. Okay." I sighed, taking his arm off and sitting up. "Dream. Dreaming. I'm dreaming."

"Can you be so sure?" my dream version of Derek asked.

"What? No, no."

Then I heard Stiles' scream, and when he woke up, I did.