Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Three: Pack Mentality

Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Three: Pack Mentality

The second Stiles bolted up from his bed, head spinning, gut clenching, heart pounding, he knew something was wrong. His first instinct was to call Scott, tell the boy all about the weird nightmare he had about blood, a bus, and Derek, but he knew he couldn't.

Scott had betrayed him, made him betray Derek. Scott had given out information that wasn't his to give and got Derek arrested. He wasn't even ready to look Scott in the face much less tell him another secret he's friend could use against him. So he did the next best thing.

Pushing the covers off his sweaty form, he pulled open the window and reached for his phone.

It only took two rings before the gruff voice answered with the normal undertone of threat that Stiles heard on a somewhat daily bases. Apparently Derek Hale never slept.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Derek, do you…ugh do you ever sleep?"

There was a grunt from the other line, his only answer. Stiles decided to go with it. "You think you could come over?"

There was silence in the other end as Stiles took a seat on his computer chair. It lasted longer than Stiles was comfortable with, so he continued. "I mean, I know it's late, is it like what-" he pulled his phone away from his face to check the time and cursed. "Holy- wow, okay. I'm sorry man it's like six in the morning. You know what. Never mind, I can deal. Just…ugh, you know. Just go back to sleep."

He was about to just hang up again when Derek's voice came back, some of the threat gone from it.

"I'll be there in a few."

And then the dial tone.

Stiles didn't know whether to be happy or very very nervous. This could all be just an epic waste of time and effort on Derek's part. It's not like dreams even meant anything right?

So why did it all feel so real? The blood, the screaming, the body struggling against his for survival. It felt like he had killed someone. Like he had killed Derek. How much did he really want to tell Derek to his face that he'd dreamed of killing older wolf?

He really wanted to talk to Scott. No matter what the other boy did, it was a basic instinct to turn to his best friend when he was confused, or stressed, or nervous, or hell, even if he had something interesting it was all shared with Scott. Still, every time he picked up the phone to call his friend, Derek's voice echoed in his head.

"Can you? Can you trust him?"

I don't know, but I want to. I really, really want to.

He's thoughts were derailed when he heard Derek's approach. It was easier to pick up Derek's heartbeat than anyone except his Father's. He didn't know why but he just knew when Derek was around, when Derek was close. Like an instinct. Maybe all werewolves could sense each other like that.

"So what happened?"

No greeting, no 'good morning', no pleasantries. Cutting right through the bullshit. Right. Guess I better follow in his footsteps.

"Do werewolves dream?" Stiles flushed a little as he realized what had actually come out of his mouth. God that sounded so stupid, especially spoken out loud. When he chanced a look up at Derek, he was rewarded with a confirmation to his assumption that his question had been completely mental.

"Yeah, Stiles, werewolves dream. Why are you asking?" Obviously, Derek trusted him enough to still stick around to see if there had actually been any need to come all the way here. Stiles wasn't so sure anymore though, but he plowed on.