We Didn't Want To

Blue

[seventeen years later]

Stiles shot up in his bed, sweating, his breathing irregular, 'it is just a dream. I'm fine." he chanted to himself 'They were blue' Stiles thought recounted the extremely vivid dream. They were so blue that they look like they had storm trapped inside of them but they were filled with grief. They seemed so real, so familiar like he had seen them before, like a memory

He took slow deep breaths, filling his lungs with air. His room was still dark, filled with the room with the strange feeling of wrongness. He moved slowly, untangling his sheets as he went, slowly getting to his feet and stretching out his limbs. He looked down at his phone, 4:36. Stiles sighed as he walked to the bathroom to change


The fall night air was a cool breeze, softly rushing through the tree's leaves. Beacon Hills was quiet tonight, quite peaceful actually. The residents of the town were in their respective homes either sleeping peacefully or enjoying each other's company.
Stiles noted the quiet and peace the woods brought as his converse trudged through the leafy grounds.
Stiles came to a halt at the top of a hill, with a little creek at the bottom running towards a small lake towering above the city. His honey-brown scanned the entire area silently taking in his surroundings. This was a chance to clear his mind, that's why he walked alone at night.
He sat there back slumped, unmoving, making him almost blend into the dark. No one would have noticed him. That is until his head snapped towards a sound he had heard to the far left of him. Stiles didn't move but he kept his eyes in the direction of the sudden sound, contemplating whether or not to catch whoever was out there by surprise.
Bushes rustled, getting the man's attention. Still, in the same direction, he caught a flash of a figure ran by. Stiles rolled his eyes, instantly knowing who that was.
"Spying on me doesn't suit you Der"
Derek walked out of the shadows with a sheepish grin "How did you know it was me?" Stiles rolled his eyes at him, "There are so many people in this town who would walk in the woods of Beacon Hills a 5 in the morning. Everyone knows that." He shrugged. "You were just a hunch."
Derek grinned, walked closer to Stiles, and sat down next to him. "Can't I be worried about my boyfriend" Stiles ignored him and stares off into the distance. Of course, Derek continues "Out on your nightly walks again?" Stiles shot him a surprised look "I know how to wake up in the middle of the night and come out here. Stiles, you know you can tell me anything right?" There was a hint of worry in his voice when he said that.
"I have my reasons for being out here," Stiles said as rested his head on his mate's shoulder "I'm still trying to figure out why you're here though."

"I think you should be more worried about why you're wandering around the preserve than me"