TW - Just Nightmares - Fluff: Joker (für mich)

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Titel: Just Nightmares - Teil 2
Team: Erato
Challenge: Fluff: Joker - Google (vom 06.09.2011)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Charaktere/Pairings: Stiles + Derek (pre-slash)
Wörter: 1.417
Warnungen: Schimpfwörter.
A/N: Teil 2 von hier. Außerdem ists eine von diesem Nobody Died AUs. Ja, Allison ist da und kriegt auch später nen Auftritt. Staffel 4 wird übrigens ignoriert. Ich weiß auch nicht, was ich mir gedacht hab bei der Challenge.


Stiles huddled into the over-sized hoodie he had pulled on, crouching on his chair in front of his computer and sufficiently distracted by an old Futurama episode. He was glad the same old things still managed to get him out of it. He didn't feel cold any more, but he didn't want to get rid of the hoodie. It felt way too comfortable and he didn't give two shits about it being summer.

He had tried to ignore the weird nightmare, but after a while he had given up and just let his thoughts spin in all directions. Maybe the weirdness of it meant he had reached a new level of healing? But then again, this was Stiles, so it probably meant he was about to lose his mind. Maybe turn psychotic. It was a good thing his dad would never put him into Eichen House again. Which didn't mean other mental institutions weren't just as-

A knock on his window made him jump in his seat so violently that he almost dropped to the floor. Heart jumping out of his chest and a hand grasping at his hoodie just above it, he turned towards the culprit and scowled when he saw who it was.

"Derek!" he said an octave too high and cleared his throat. "The fuck, dude?" But he still walked over to the window and opened it to let him in, noticing how Derek raised his brows at the hoodie but choosing to ignore it. He shouldn't have overreacted like that when Derek's appearance was a totally mundane thing now. Even his dad didn't ask any questions anymore. Stiles guessed he was just a little jumpy from the nightmare. He hoped it would go away soon, like, right now, because it was kind of embarrassing.

"Stiles," Derek said and Stiles wondered how you could turn a name into a greeting so naturally. Must be Derek's broody sourwolf personality. He was wearing one of his leather jackets again - of course. Stiles didn't mind, though, it looked good on him.

"What brings your werewolf ass into my room this early in the day?" he couldn't resist asking, one corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. He knew why Derek came, of course. He always came for research on something, because apparently, even Derek had realized at some point that Stiles's research skills were superior.

Derek did a thing with his brows and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Why are you wearing a hoodie? It's summer," Derek countered, and it actually was a valid question, Stiles knew that, but he really had no desire to discuss his sometime nightmares with Derek, of all people.

"Brilliant observation, Captain Obvious," Stiles said, still grinning. "It's comfortable," he added, though, just so Derek didn't throw him against any hard surfaces. He wouldn't mind Derek pressing him against said hard surfaces, but he stopped himself from going there. His mind was seriously a dangerous place sometimes. Especially when it distracted him while Derek was scowling at him, which could potentially get him into a situation leading to bodily harm.

Derek turned his profile on Stiles when he turned towards the computer and Stiles could see him trying to inconspicuously sniff, probably to find out what was wrong with Stiles this time, wearing a hoodie and all. It was funny, but it was also annoying because Stiles seriously didn't need anyone sniffing into his privacy.

"There have been some strange deaths your father asked me to look into."

"My dad told you but not me?" was out of Stiles's mouth before he could stop himself. It kind of hurt that his dad didn't trust him with this kind of information. But then again, his dad rarely trusted him with stuff like that, and rightfully so. He felt a pang of guilt for feeling hurt. The nogitsune had wreaked a clusterfuck of chaos in his body, so he couldn't really blame anyone for distrusting him.

"We met accidentally. He asked me to tell you," Derek corrected him and the relieve he felt shouldn't have been that much. Stiles cleared his throat.

"So..." He trudged over to his desk again and flopped back down on the chair, already opening up a new page to search for information. "What do you have?"

From the corner of his eye, Stiles could see Derek relax a little—probably because they had moved to a safe, no-nonsense, serious business topic. His shoulders fell the tiniest bit as if the tension just dropped off them, and he uncrossed his arms. A good sign.

"Suffocation, it smells undead, and all of the victims' relatives reported they had trouble breathing and panic attacks the nights before."

"Dude, suffocation and 'smells undead'? You'll need to give me more to work my magic," Stiles said, but already typed in 'supernatural suffocation'. The search results came up with Supernatural fanfiction for the first few entries, which was, to be honest, quite funny, because Stiles was sure their lives had become like Supernatural after the nogitsune, Monster of the Week and all that stuff, only without the driving around in an Impala.

"You heard about the Old Hag syndrome?", Stiles asked when he had finally found an entry that was not totally off-topic. He saw Derek shaking his head, still standing between the window and his desk awkwardly. It began to annoy Stiles. "Just—stop standing there and sit down."

Derek looked like he was about to argue, which he always did when Stiles told him to stop standing around like an idiot in his room—wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last. In the end, he listened to Stiles anyway, and sat down on his bed. Out of his vision. Damn.

"Apparently, it's blamed on vampires, restless ghosts, night terror demons or witches," Stiles continued, then turned around, "Are vampires real?"

Derek threw a pillow at him and it hit Stiles's face with a plop, before it landed in his arms. "What? If werewolves are a thing..."

"Focus, Stiles."

Stiles sighed audibly and turned back again, skimming over the text. "It says it could also be a poltergeist—are those real?—or, oh my god—so-called mara, who sexually assault people at night."

Stiles turned around again, trying to hold back a grin, because really? Sexual assaults? He only knew about succubi and incubi, but this was kind of awesome. If it weren't so terrifying.

"Stiles," Derek growled before he could even say anything, and it sounded threatening enough to him to keep his mouth shut. Which he managed for about three seconds.

"Are we dealing with a sex-crazy monster? Because if so—"

"It smells like you've been distressed," Derek interrupted, that sly bastard. He knew it would throw Stiles, and no matter how much Stiles didn't want it to, it still did.

"Just a nightmare," he tried the same thing as with his dad. Apparently, for whatever kind of funky reason, Derek also knew about his nightmares. Scott had probably told him, the traitor.

Derek raised one of his so very expressive brows, which may or may not have conditioned Stiles to roll his eyes. Of course Derek wouldn't take his shit. He was Derek, resident sourwolf. He had probably heard the uptick of his heart. Damn werewolves.

"Aaanyway." Stiles turned back around and read some more. "So, what about witches then? Restless ghosts? Anything that rings a bell?"

But Derek stayed silent, and Stiles started to become fidgety. Silence was so not Stiles's thing, and the lack of a response didn't really mean anything good. Either Derek didn't think it was any of those things Stiles had found, or he had an idea and just didn't think it necessary to tell Stiles. Wouldn't surprise him if it was the latter.

"Stiles, what happened?" Derek finally asked and Stiles almost fell off the chair again.

"Uh, nothing? I told you, it was a nightmare. I get them sometimes," he said and cursed himself for still feeling like lying, although it was technically the truth. Damn body that didn't listen to him.

When Stiles turned in his chair again and looked at Derek, he had stood up again, meeting Stiles's eyes with a serious look. He held Stiles's gaze for a long moment before shaking his head exasperatedly and walking over to the window again. "Call Allison and let me know when you find something."

And with that he was gone.

Comments

[peterhforalpha.livejournal.com]

Toll, toll, toll :)

Der erste Teil einfach nur genial beschrieben und am Ende ordentliche Stilinski family feels. Ich liebe die Beiden einfach zusammen. Immer noch meine liebste Familienbeziehung bei der Serie.

Und dieser Teil. Hihi, ich mag deinen Derek und ich mag deinen Stiles. Wie süß besorgt Derek ist und Stiles einfach immer nur weiter ausweicht. Passte prima und ich will mehr lesen :D

[rolly-chan.livejournal.com]

Aww danke! <3

Papa Stilinski sollte noch wenigstens einen Auftritt bekommen (wenn meine Muse nicht alles wieder über den Haufen schmeißt xD).

Mehr sollte bald kommen, hoffe ich. Sobald ich weiß, wie ich subtil einflechten kann, wie sich die Situation nach dem Nogitsune entwickelt hat, während der Plot gleichzeitig vorankommt. Ist ein wenig tricky.