He's lying on the ground, chest heaving and body paralyzed. His struggle to move is useless, but this just makes him struggle harder. Though his body was still, his eyes were frantic as they darted from side to side. He struggled to open his mouth and through gritted teeth he growled out. "Stiles, you still with me?"

His answer is only a groan. The air around him is thick with tension and he barely hears Stiles mutter. "A lot of blood."

His eyes look down to where the other lies beside him, equally paralyzed but also sporting a gun wound in his stomach. There is a fucking puddle of blood where Stile's lies and he is becoming paler every minute. He needs to get help. He needs to save him. He needs to kill Matt.

Matt who he now knew was the master of the Kanima. The psychotic bastard cornered Stiles at his home and tried to torture him for information. But thankfully, Stiles had blabbered and sidetracked the conversation long enough for Derek to find him.

He could have taken the bastard, but Jackson had come to his master's rescue. His Alpha title being stripped away from him only hours before, he realized a little too late he was no match to the creature. One strike to the neck and he found himself paralyzed on the floor.

He glared at Stiles and tried to tell him to run. Matt saw this, and had the Kanima strike Stiles next. With both of them now paralyzed and left defenseless on the ground, Derek feared the worst. Matt then ordered him to kill the teenager but, the creature stood still. He repeated his order slowly and waited. Two seconds was all it took for him to raise the gun at Stiles' stomach and shoot.

The teenager cried out in pain and his breathing became erratic as the pain overwhelmed him. Derek had snarled at the two still standing, but that was all he could do.

"Watching him bleed to death will teach you lesson." He said to the werewolf with a smirk on his face. He and Jackson left and Derek was left alone to watch Stiles suffer.

Another groan grabbed him from his thoughts, and he looked at the bleeding form beside him.

"Stiles?" He waited for an answer. "Stiles if you don't answer me, I swear I'll…..STILES ANSWER ME DAMN IT!" He yelled in rage. The bleeding teenager didn't respond but the sound of a heart slowing down was enough for him.

Panic overcame him. He couldn't have Stiles die because of him. Nobody was allowed to die! He was supposed to protect his pack.

His pack.

A moment of clarity came to him and he finally realized what he had to do. He howled and just hoped that his pack would reach them in time. Stiles' weak heartbeat was just a constant reminder that they were running against time.

When Boyd finally came running through the door, he stared in horror at the sight of his fallen leader and a dying Stiles. He grabbed the injured first and placed him in the car before he bolted back in the house to get Derek.

The Kanima's venom was thankfully wearing off by the time Boyd got him into his Camaro. He ordered the beta to go to the veterinarian's clinic as quickly as possible. With feeling and mobility now back in his body, he held Stiles as Boyd broke several speeding limits.

When they finally arrived he didn't even have to explain or ask for help. The veterinarian was already waiting with the door open for them and rushed them to the back room. He had found it odd that Deaton knew they were coming but, he didn't have time to question. Deaton was already mumbling worriedly when he saw the severity of the gun wound.

"He's close." The veterinarian said gravely. He took out more tools and corked bottles. Derek watched and when the other repeated the two words again he asked in alarm. "What is he close to?"

"He's close to death." Deaton replied in a grave tone.

'SAVE HIM!' His inner werewolf barked at him. He growled deeply and looked at the veterinarian with sharp blue eyes. "Don't let him die."

Deaton said nothing but instead began cleaning the gun wound. While he worked, Derek sat with his eyes closed and just listened to Stile's heartbeat. It was still weak but it was growing stronger. When a hour had passed, he could tell that the other was now out of danger zone. He opened his eyes to look at the still pale teenage.

"I'll pay you for your services." He muttered loud enough for the other to hear. The veterinarian chuckled and looked up at him when he finished the last stitch. "You don't have to repay me." Deaton replied.

He blinked and looked at the werewolf now with pure black eyes. With a wide smile on his face he whispered. "I see this as making an investment." Derek felt his stomach drop and he quickly ran towards Stiles. The veterinarian lunged to the human's throat but the werewolf stopped him by punching him in the jaw.

He went to grab Stiles, but something grabbed him from the back. He was thrown across the room and collided with a shelve that had glass showering down on him. His forehead was cut and he felt warm blood flow down his eyes.

He wiped the blood and when his vision became clear, he saw Deaton throw a blue powder over the exam table and Stiles. Deaton laughed and with a snap of his fingers he vanished. The blue powder now settled on Stiles, Derek could only watch in horror when the teenager's body arched off the table and a scream was ripped out of his throat.

The room began to shake and Derek ran to cover Stiles' body. The lights went out in the clinic and a blood curdling scream filled the room.

This fic is based on the preview of tonight's episode. Something my brain thought of when I saw that part when Stiles is on the ground in pain.

So yeah hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter and I'll see you next time.

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