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Stiles suddenly woke up.
He had that dream again. He has been having it weeks ago. He doesn’t know how it started but he can´t stop thinking about it. In the dream he is lying in front of a giant tree, it looks like an oak, he has a fresh wound in his stomach and he spits blood, he feels a hard pain in a very realistic way, when he had that dream he could feel the open wounds in his skin and the fresh blood coming out of his mouth while he coughed.
There was a complete silence around him, the room was dark like an old warehouse underground which had stairs and a do or that led to the outside. The atmosphere was dark and cold, he could feel how he was freezing for his exposed flesh. The only light that entered the room was a small ray of light that escaped from a crack in the ceiling where the tree went through. It was a ray of moonlight, probably a full moon that spread light across the side where Stiles was laying.
Some minutes later he heard the door open and a bigger ray of light came inside the room, with it Derek entered and ran towards Stiles, he held him and felt his warm body against his, he felt how life was drowning out of him but the only thing he could see was Derek´s face while he pressed him against his chest and some seconds later he woke up.
He was sweating and breathing heavily. He had this dream several times, he knew that usually dreams meant something, like a premonition, but he couldn’t figure out what it was and he definitely couldn’t figure out why Derek was with him from all the people he knew. Why him? He hadn’t seen him the hole summer but he couldn’t stop thinking about him for some reason.
School has starting tomorrow and Scott and Stiles had this last night to have fun. So they were gonna make it count.
From everything that they could have done Scott had to choose a tattoo
He knew how Stiles reacted when he saw sharp things go though other peoples skin, but he still had to bring Stiles.
When he had to cut Derek´s arm because of the wolfsbane poisoning, he was about to throw up, he couldn’t handle the image of Derek´s flesh and bones being separated, and all that blood, Stiles could feel his stomach twisting just thinking about it, but luckily Scott had come just in time to handle the wolfsbane bullet to Derek to save him.
As soon as the first needle entered into Scott´s body, Stiles fainted, he couldn´t handle being standing up watching his best friend get stabbed by needles.
Stiles never wanted to get a tattoo, it just wasn´t for him, the appearance and the pain, it just didn´t appeal to him, but he still thought that tattoos where pretty cool, Derek´s tattoo was awesome, it was in the middle of his strong, muscled back, not like Stiles had picked up on that.
So instead of facing the needle like a man, he found that the easiest way to get past that situation was to blackout and hope that he woke up when everything had ended.
Hopefully he did, when he woke up the tattooist was finishing up Scott´s tattoo, it looked amazing, until they walked to the car and the tattoo disappeared like magic, Scott should have known that something like that would have healed, so both of them could have passed all that pain.
Unfortunately Stiles wasn’t the only one that remembered Derek´s tattoo, Scott suggested to go ask him how he did it. Stiles found that opportunity perfect to see Derek again and ask him about his weird dreams, plus he haven’t seen him in such a long time and he wouldn´t admit it to the big guy, but he missed him.
While they were driving to Derek´s house Scott and Stiles started to talk about his relationship with Allison, how he was giving her the space she wanted, how he didn’t text or call her for the hole summer, how he missed her so much.
Stiles couldn’t get it, I mean he knows that Allison is a really intelligent, pretty and amazing girl, but he doesn’t get why Scott cant get over her. Stiles never felt that kind of love for anyone, the love that you couldn’t be away from that person because you felt like you couldn’t breath, the love that makes you risk your life just to save that person, the love that no matter what happen would never be broken. Stiles didn’t feel that. I mean, he loved Lydia, he would do anything for her, but lately he started to feel like that wasn’t enough, like there was someone out there waiting for him, someone that would truly love him.
And just like destiny Stiles stopped for a red light and when he turned to his right he saw Lydia.
He hadn´t seen her since Scott and Allison stopped dating, and to be sincere, he missed her. She was so beautiful like always, her strawberry hair looked perfect, his heart skipped a beat when he saw her red lips were curled up waiting for Stiles to make a move. But then he came back to earth and he had that feeling again, like she didn’t love him as much as he did, so instead he tried to talk but they took off before he could say a word.
Clearly they didn´t wanted to interact with them until school started, which was tomorrow, so they both would have to talk with them the following day. Now Stiles had some more serious business to attend.
Once they got to Derek´s house he looked surprised to see them there. He couldn’t stop staring at Stiles, they hadn’t seen since they destroyed Gerard’s plans and freed Jackson from the Kanima. He looked just like before, only with longer hair, which made him look a little bit older and way hotter. He had been thinking about Stiles for that past five weeks, he didn’t knew what his feelings where for Stiles but he was happy to find out.
“Hi” Derek said without taking his eyes off of Stiles as he crossed the room towards the living room.
Stiles met up with his gaze and when they both realized they were looking at each other both turned to look elsewhere.
“Hi, I need to ask you a favor” Scott said hesitantly, doubting that Derek would help.
“What is it?” Derek asked with interest in Scott´s request while wondering if that included helping Stiles.
“I saw your tattoo and I wanted to know how you did it and if you could do that to me. I always wanted to get one, and I’ve decided that it´s time to do it” Scott explained his situation while looking at his shoes, afraid to meet Derek´s gaze.
“Fine, I will, but it´s a hard and painful procedure and I will need Stiles´ help for it” Derek turned to look at Stiles waiting for his answer.
“Fine” Stiles accepted, he couldn’t say no to Derek, specially when he was looking to that beautiful green eyes, they looked vulnerable, like they were begging for Stiles´ help.
Derek led Scott to a chair in the middle of the nearly empty living room. Scott sat down and showed Derek the drawing of his tattoo, Derek didn’t look amused, it was a simple design of two lines, one slightly bigger tan the other one. Probably the fact that Scott had drawn it was the part that made Derek roll his eyes.
He went to another room of the house and when he got back he was holding a flamethrower, as soon as Scott and Stiles saw it they started to freak out.
“What the fuck are you doing with that?” Stiles exclaimed while moving his gaze from Scott to Derek and finally the blow torch.
“It´s the only way to make the tattoo and for it not to heal. You will have to hold him so he doesn’t shift” Derek answered turning on theblow torch and putting it near Scott´s skin.
Stiles stayed behind Scott and hold him while he screamed from the top of his lungs. He was being pushed with such a great strength that Stiles couldn’t feel his arms. Scott shifted slightly and kept growling and shaking trying to escape Stiles´ grip. Between Scott moving like an earthquake and Derek that from time to time wanted to punch him, it took Stiles and Derek almost an hour to finish.
Once they did, Scott was unconscious, so Derek and Stiles were alone.
Both of them sat in the small table, one in front of another. It was the moment Stiles had been waiting for and he wasn’t going to let it go.
“So, I´ve been having some strange dreams lately” Stiles started talking, but suddenly he stopped to look at Derek admiring his features, then he turned to look down and blushed “They involved you”.
For a second he could see a light in Derek´s eyes, they were full of hope and desire “And what were they about?”
“I really don’t know. I just know that I was in a warehouse, sitting on a tree, maybe an oak, I was bleeding when you suddenly appeared and hold me in your arms. I felt like I was dying but then, I woke up” Stiles looked up at Derek with sad watery eyes.
Derek looks at him worried, but also protective, with the need to leave everything just to protect Stiles. He doesn’t get that, why would he want to protect him if he is not pack?
“Don’t worry about it, it´s just a dream” Derek tried to sound relaxed, but there is a bit of worry in his eyes, Stiles picks up on that and wonders what is Derek really thinking. But he will worry about that later. Now he had to wake Scott up and go home before his dad arrived. Any mystery Derek had could wait for now.