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You spend my head right round right round.

Reaching over I quickly answered my phone.

"Yes Stiles."

I need help.

"With what?"

Derek.

"Where are you?"

Down the road from the school.

"Don't move, I'll be there as soon as I can."

Thanks Amber.

"Sure thing."

Hanging up, walking over to my closet before deciding on a black sequence shirt with a chocolate brown puffy skirt and green and brown cowgirl boots. Rushing out the door, sliding into my truck, and taking off down the road. My mind going over everything that could be wrong with Derek. Finally I spotted the light blue jeep, pulling in behind it, hopping out and running to the driver's side.

"What's up?"

"Look."

He pointed to a deathly pale Derek.

"Oh God."

Climbing into the back of Stiles' Jeep, sitting between Styles and Derek, my back resting against the dashboard.

"What happened?"

"I was shot."

"With what?"

"Some sort of bullet."

Watching in amazement as his eyes began to flash from their usual pale blue to bright blue.

"Oh God."

Turning to Styles I told him to call Scott.

Turning back to Derek, seeing the pullet hole threw his black shirt.

"We'll get you fixed up."

He nodded, his eyes flashing in fear when Stiles looked away.

"Try not to bleed out on my seats ok? We're almost there."

"Almost where?"

"You're house?"

Looking over at Stiles in disbelief for a second as Derek tried to focus.

"What? You can't take me there."

"I can't take you to your own house?"

"Not when I can't protect myself."

"He's got a good point Stiles."

Annoyed Stiles pulled over.

"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet hm? Are you dying?"

"Not yet, I have a last resort."

"And your not doing that."

Derek attempted to glare at me while Stiles continued to freak out.

"What do you mean? What last resort?"

At that Derek lifted his sleeve to reveal the still bleeding bullet hole surrounded with black veins.

"Oh my God what is that? Oh is that contagious? You know what you should probably just get out."

"Start the car now."

"You know I don't think you should start barking orders with how you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to I could probably drag your little wolf ass out in the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

"Start the car, or I'm going to rip your throat out, with my teeth."

Sighing I waited for Stiles to start the car, finally he started the car and started driving again.

"Let me see that."

Derek reluctantly let me move his arm into my lap.

"This might sting."

He nodded, as Stiles glanced over to see what I was about to do.

Bending so my face was close to his arm, flicking my tongue out lightly tracing a pulsing vein to the wound, gently sliding my tongue over it before pulling back, thinking about the spicy and iron taste or a second.

"The bullet, it had some sort of wolfs bane in it, I don't know what kind though."

Derek nodded, lightly pulling his arm back as Stiles made gagging noises.

"What was that?"

"It's a trick I learned when I was little."

~.~

Finally Stiles was able to get ahold of Scott.

"What am I supposed to do with him?"

Trying to keep myself calm I waited to see if Scott had any ideas.

"And by the way he's starting to smell."

At that I couldn't help but laugh as the wolf looked ready to kill Stiles.

"Like death."

"What about your boss?"

Sighing Stiles handed the phone to Derek.

"You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you."

Derek grabbed the phone, obviously having a hard time concentrating.

"Did you find it?"

Leaning back I watched as Derek's head kept drooping.

"Look if you don't find it then I'm dead, alright?"

"Think about this, the alpha calls you out against your will, he's going to do it again and next time, either you kill with him, or he kills you. So if you want to stay alive then you need me. Find the bullet."

At that Derek hung up and Stiles started driving again.

"Well, that went over well."

Derek looked ready to kill me.
"Don't look at me like that, your the one that just had to go get shot."

Stiles snorted before pulling in front of the veterinarian's office.

"Interesting choice."

Just as Stiles opened the door, and Derek fell down on a pile of dog food, he got a text from Scott.

Rolling my eyes I worked on getting Derek back on his feet.

"Does nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane, he'll have to bring me the bullet."

"Why?"

"Cause I'm gonna die without it."

Sighing I nodded in agreement.

"That's why I didn't recognize the taste."

"Yeah."

Easing Derek into the operation room as he prepared to cut off his arm.

"You're not doing this."

Ignoring me he yanked off his shirt, leaning heavily on the operation table. Ignoring Stiles witty comment as Derek started to look around for something, allowing me to take the time to notice just how well he grew up.

"When the infection reaches my heart, I'll die."

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?"

Finally Derek held up an electric saw.

"You're gonna cut off my arm."

Rolling my eyes at the dramatics, silently praying Scott would appear soon.

"You can't be serious Derek."

"It's the only way."

Hissing at him as he wrapped a band around his arm.

"What if you bleed to death?"

"It'll heal if it works."

"I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"The slicing of the flesh the sawing threw the bone and especially the blood."

"You faint at the site of blood?"

I sighed as Derek looked ready to kill Stiles.

"No but I might at the site of a chopped off arm."

Sighing as Derek tried to threaten Stiles and ended up throwing up. Thankfully Scott appeared before Stiles had to cut off Derek's arm. As Derek picked up the bullet he fainted.

"Shit."

Running over, knocking Stiles out of the way, punching Derek in the face waking him up.

"Get up."

Thinking fast he lit the bullet on fire and forced the ashes into the bullet hole, falling down in pain, growling like a wolf before the wound disappeared.

"Are you ok?"

"Except for the agonizing pain?"

"I see the ability to use sarcasm is still in place."

Laughing I helped him stand up, ignoring the conversation a little, noticing how Derek was forcing me slightly behind him protectively.

What the hell?

"Go home Amber."

"Wait, why?"

Derek sighed turning to me fully.

"I'm going to show Scott how nice the Argent's can be. You have had a long day."

"Fine whatever."

Walking away with Stiles, hopping into his Jeep as he drove back to my car.

"What's with you and Derek?"

"We were friends before everything happened. We might have been more, but Kate Argent walked into our lives and stole him from me."

"So what are you?"

Laughing I turned to him.

"I would tell you Stiles, but I don't trust you to keep it away from Scott."

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