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[ It's way after midnight and Stiles is pacing the room that belongs to the other him. He can't sleep, he feels kind of crazy and his hands wring nervously at the shirt of Derek's he liberated in secret. It smells like him but it's not enough to calm him,.

Derek said he wouldn't be stuck here forever, and he trusts him, of course he does. But the thought of never getting back to his own world sits in the back of his mind and he can't get over the fear that he might not get out of here, that Derek won't trust him like he does back home.

So he's pacing. ]

[Derek can hear him pacing, can hear him moving through the room, and can smell the worry.

It's enough to draw him out of his room and to find Stiles]

Seriously?

[ He can't really tell if the seriously is aimed at his pacing or the fact that he's wearing Derek's shirt but he gets kind of wide eyed about it anyway. ]

Um?

No one can sleep with you doing that, Stiles.

[He looks tired and cranky]

Are you having a panic attack?

[ He smells like guilt for a second, fingers still curled in Derek's shirt like he's an anchor. ]

What if I don't get home? What if I'm stuck here forever and I don't get back to my Pack and it all falls apart and you don't trust me. What if I lose all of that? I think there's a reason to panic right there.

[Derek frowns]

You're not stuck here. By Monday, you'll be home.

[He starts feeling that anxiety, though, it's contagious.]

[ He almost wants to wake up and find this all a dream, find himself plastered to Derek in his sleep. ]

I'm just having a moment.

You coul-

[Wait.]

Is that my shirt?

No?

[ Yes. ]

[Derek just needs to - a sniff and it's a confirmation]

Do you need my scent that badly?

My room at home smells like you rubbed all over everything, okay? And if I'm not there I'm in your bed and it's just -- easier.

[ Huffing. ] I can take it off if it bugs you.

Because you're mine.

[He says it like a realization.]

Come on.

[ He doesn't even stop to comment, just moves because the itch under his skin is driving him mad. ]

[He takes him by the wrist and leads him to his bed]

Okay, get in.

Are you sure?

[ There's an eagerness to his voice he can't quite hide, but this is another Derek entirely, Stiles shouldn't overstep the mark. ]

Stiles!

[A slight growl. He doesn't like to repeat himself.]

[ Actually doing what he's told must be a really rare thing, but Stiles climbs in anyway, instantly breathing in the scent of his sheets. ]

Better.

[He gets in after, sliding behind Stiles, feeling just a little awkward. Well, he knows it's his beta, and that feels right, and Stiles smells like werewolf and pack, too.]

Don't kick me.

[ Sounding much less panicked than before. ]

I won't.

[He reaches carefully, and has his arms around Stiles]

Edited 2012-12-30 00:26 (UTC)

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