Prelude

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         Hello again, im here to make another shitty story! But i do this for fun, sorry to blind u with all the grammatical mistakes!! ~Carly

         Derek woke up to the terribly annoying sound of his alarm clock, 5:35 Am, he quickly shut it off so his husband, Stiles, who was sleeping in his arms wouldn't wake up.

       Some how Derek managed to get out of bed without awakening Stiles, he grabbed his clothes and had a quick shower.
        He dried off and dressed quickly but quietly, waking Stiles up was like poking a sleeping Grizzly with a stick, Derek stared lovingly at his sleeping husband before heading out the door.
    
       Stiles woke abruptly in the empty bed, sun shinning through the window in his eyes, he groaned softly and rolled over to check the time, 7:45 am, he had work in an hour, he rushed out of bed throwing whatever on and quickly ate a banana before heading out the door.
        Stiles got to work 10 minutes early, he parked his precious jeep beside Scott's motorcycle, he walked in the building sitting at his desk.
Stiles was the receptionist at Scott's animal hospital.
  "Hey Bro!" Scott greeted Stiles with a giant grin on his face, "Hey, Scotty!" Stiles smiled back  at his Best friend. 
  "Listen... we need to talk." Scott's mood changed drastically "er, why?" Stiles asked suddenly getting scared, "Stiles... i could smell it on you when you walked in... you need to tell Derek about them." Scott's face and voice softened.
    Stiles sighed "Scott, there just nightmares, nothing more." Stiles spoke calmly, "Dude, its been 3 years since... you know..." Scott made sure not to say Nogistune or void, no one says those words around Stiles, unless they want him to go into a full mental breakdown,
    Stiles can't even hear riddles anymore. "I know, Scott." Stiles looked down.
"How does Derek not smell it on you? The fear, the panic." Scott questioned, "I guess when I'm with him, I don't think about..." Stiles replied.
Scott was going too say something, but someone came in interrupting the boy's.

     Derek sat at his desk as his student's wrote the test he gave them, marking other things every once and awhile his mind wandering, thinking about Stiles, and how to ask him why when he's asleep he reeks of fear.

        

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