CHAPTER ONE:

NIGHTMARES VS DREAMS

     DARIA OPENED THE GATE, CLOSING IT behind her as she entered the backyard of her best friend, Stiles. She glanced around the bare yard before approaching the back door and knocking quietly. 

"C'mon in, Dasha." A voice called out and she smiled through the window of the door at the older man behind it. The door opened almost immediately, as it was a routine now for Dasha to appear at random hours at the Stilinksi's house. She stepped in quickly and followed Stiles father into the house.

"He's upstairs," the Sheriff told Dasha softly. He stopped by the stairs to look down at her, concerned look sent her way. "He woke up screaming your name."

Dasha gulped at the worried expression on the older man's face. She had woken up at 4:30 to a text from the sheriff, asking her to stop by before school. She bit her lip as the sheriff continued to lead her to Stiles' room and she recalled last night and the weird dream she was having.

"Excuse the mess," he chucked as Dasha nearly tripped over a box. He bent down and picked it up, huffing as he held it up.

He paused in front of Stiles door, knocking on the wooden frame before entering. "Feel better?"

"Hey," Dasha heard Stiles reply and she stood still for a moment before entering.

"You all right? You ready for school?" Stiles father asked him, Dasha smiled softly at the love Sherif Stilinski had for his son.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." Dasha peeked into the room and Stiles sighed as he saw her worriedly staring at him. "Dad, seriously, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare. You didn't have to drag Dash here."

"I don't mind," Dasha piped up, stepping into his messy room. "Your father was worried and now, I am too."

"What's that?" Stiles cleared his throat, pointing to the box in his fathers hand. The blonde girl frowned at his less than subtle way to avoid what she had said. 

"That's just, uh, files from the office."

"It says: Sheriff's station, do not remove." Dasha rolled my eyes as she maneuver herself through the messy room of a teenage boy before falling onto the unmade bed.

"Well, yeah, unless you're the Sheriff," he told Stiles and his best friend laughed at Stiles as he stared at his father.

"Oh."

"Now get your butts to school, all right?" He pointed at Dasha and Stiles, his eyes narrowed and she smiled innocently, even though she was the reason for the look. Dasha was a bad influence on Stiles.

His dad disappeared from the doorway as did the young girls smile. Dasha propped herself up onto her elbows as Stiles mumbled to himself and changed into his school clothes.

"Stiles," Dasha whispered. He paused, turning to stare at his friend, his shirt half on and half off his body. Her eyes moved fleetingly over the expanse of his body before moving onto his face. "Are you sure you're okay? Your dad said that you were screaming and you yelled for me—"

Stiles sighed, pulling his shirt on completely and approached Dasha. He stopped at the edge of the bed and reached for her. Dasha pulled herself up so she sat on the bed, staring up at her best friend.

"I'm okay now that you're here." He toyed with his hands, his eyes focuses on them.

Dasha tugged on his hands, grasping them in hers.

"I-I think that my unconscious self knew that something was wrong." Dasha told him, honestly.

After Stiles, Scott, and Allison had sacrificed themselves to save their parents, Dasha had felt... Different.

"I feel like Lydia," The young teenage girl started speaking again. "I'm not sure why— I'm definitely not a banshee but, it felt so real my dream. I was in here with you and—"

Dasha's eyes were closed as she pictured herself in bed with Stiles, comforting him. She blushed wildly and gasped in surprise as Stiles pulled her from the bed until she was standing, pressed up against him.

"Shh," Stiles whispered, wrapping his arms around his best friend. Dasha smiled into the hug, letting her arms reach to rest upon his shoulders.

I was safe here, with Stiles.

Dasha just didn't know that Stiles was staring worriedly at wall, confused to why she had shown up in his dream...

And how she knew about it.

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First chapter! 

Starting  in Anchors and will continue until I feel like I need to stop?