So this has literally been the busiest summer of my entire life. Between family camping trips, and being a tutor and summer-school I've been swamped. So chapters are few and far between and I sincerely apologize for it. About the category, I've been trying really hard to switch it to the T.V section but for some reason it won't let me. Like I get into the little change category's box, click Teen Wolf under T.V and it won't change. Ughh, it's so frustrating! Well here's a chapter for all of you lovely readers. I hope you enjoy it. Oh and for the full effect, go listen to the song 'Not Gonna Save Me by Geno Lenardo. It's kind of the perfect song for Derek and Emmy. Also, my Word program is down, so this is all proofread by yours truly, so please, try to ignore the mistakes.

I'm wrong you're right
No one's gonna save me
I'll run I'll fight
But it's all or nothing
I'm falling in love again
She's falling in love again

I was in my bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting ready for school, as usual. My hair was twisted up in a towel and left to dry and boy shorts and a loose tank top was all that I wore. I had a thing about not putting my clothes on until my hair was done. I know, weird and semi backwards but hey, every ones got they're quirks.

"Emmy bear are you almost ready. I've got a surprize for you?" It was hollered from down stairs and I quickly picked my iPod off the counter to check what time it was. 6:15. Hell no I wasn't almost ready. My surprize was probably that he made the last batch of coffee. My dad really hated coffee, he was one of those weirdo tea people and he litterally refused to make it for me except for on the days he wanted to butter me up to either tell me something or ask me something.

"No!" I yelled back down, my answer slightly muffled by the tooth paste before I spit it out and began to rinse my mouth. I reached over the counter and turned the knob of the radio drastcally to the right as one of my all time favorite songs began to play.

And I'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow. You'll the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now

I sang along with my eyes closed. I was so off pitch it wasn't funny and I grabbed at my chest as I sung my lungs out. I probably looked like a compleat retard but hey, this is Iris we're talking about. You know you've sung your freaking heart out to it once in your life. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and I jumped a foot in the air as a familiar, yet only heard over the phone for months, voice came from behind me. My eyes snapped open, then went wide as could be as I saw the reflection of someone I had never expected to see standing in my bathroom at six o'clock on a monday morning.

"Sam!" Her name came out in a half gasp half scream as I catapulted my self at my older sister. She squeeled just as loud as me and wrapped her thin arms around my body, squeezing me tightly. We embraced for a few seconds then let go. I couldn't fucking believe it. My mind shot question after question at me and it took me a minute to process all of them as I looked her over. She still looked pretty much the same as she did when I saw her last christmas. Her hair was cut in an edgy bob that was shorter in the back then came down to about her shoulders in the front, she was still just as model skinny and tall as usaul dressed in the trendiest clothes you could imagine.

"What are you doing here? I thought you wern't coming back til' graduation? Is Brody down stairs with dad? How'd you even-" My sentance trailed off as her mint green eyes filled with pain and began to water.

"Sammy, are you okay?" I asked my voice not so excited any more and my heart began to race. Oh jesus, what were the gods going to throw at me this time and all my mind came up with was...your sister's a vampire.

"Broody cheated on me!" She said before bursting into tears dramatically and I let out a breath of softly. I know I shouldn't have been so relieved but there were bigger problems already on my plate and Samantha's dickhead of a fiance really didn't matter all that much. And I can't say I didn't see that one coming. I wrapped my arms around her and let her sob into my shoulder.

I knew there was a reason for my hair before my clothes madness. If I had put on my shirt, Sam would have cried out the tube of mascara she had on right onto stripped dress I was planning to wear.

"God Sam, when did this happen?" I asked as I stroaked her short hair and she was barely able to speak.

"It's been going on for months. Wi- Whith Bianca" as she said the name 'Bianca' a whole new round of tears came and I felt rage swell in me. That two faced back stabbing skank! Bianca was Sam's so called "best friend". I had never really thought she was that bad of a person, but then again I had only met her through Facebook. My dad began to enter the bathroom, but when he saw the state my older sister was in, he quickly retraced his steps like a typical man. He had never known what to do when either of us were crying.

"Come on. I'll do my hair in the room" I told her as I grabbed my straitner and curling iron. She nodded, her tear streaked face looked so worn and I grabbed her hand.

Samantha decided that it was nessacary to drive me to school and tell me every single detail of what had happened, and I listened like any other good little sister. Broody was a grade A douche bag. Rich parents, entitled. He thought he deserved the world and I had always thought that my sister deserved so much more then him. We pulled up infront of the school and Sam looked at me pleadingly.

"Come on. I'll buy you coffee and we can go eat or see a movie or something" She plead for me to skip school for the third time and I was so tempted to take her up on her offer. No, an inner voice denied my desires. My grade in Trig was already slipping from a B to a C and I needed to focous on school.

"I'll come home straight after school and we can go eat then. Hey, maybe dad can even come" I said as I slung my bag across my chest and she pouted.

"Fine then, just leave me in my time of need" She whined and I just sqeeezed her hand then got out of the car.

"Tonight. Promise" I said before she drove off.

"You didn't tell me Sam was back in town" Stiles said from behind me and I just rolled my eyes. He had, had a crush on my sister since we were eleven and she babysat us and let us watch rated-R movies with her and her friends. It wasn't like his love for Lydia Martin, but it still annoyed me.

"Yeah, it was a spur of the moment thing" I told him as we began walking to class.

"Douche Sack Bryan with her?" He asked and I shook my head.

"It's Broody and nope. They broke up" I told him. I trusted Stiles compleatly, and who was he really going to tell about my sister's failed engagement? Scott? I was going to tell Scott too.

"No" He said in disbelief and I just nodded.

"Yes. He cheated on her" I told him and he just shook his head and looked down.

"Well hey, tell Sam if she needs a pick me up-" I punched him in the arm before he could finish and he let out a sound of pain and rubbed his shoulder.

"I swear to god, you hit the same place everytime" He said and I just let out a small chuckle and told him I'd see him in Trig before we walked in oppisite directions down the hallway.

Scott, Stiles and I sat in class. Stiles behind Scott and me across from him. Scott seemed distracted and he kept shaking his legs and tapping his pencil againts the desk as he watched the teacher hand our graded tests back.

"Calm down. I'm sure you did fine" I reassured him as the tapping became too much. He just looked over and smiled apologetically and put the pencil down.

"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one that bit you then who did?" Stiles gave a sorry excuse for a whisper and I wondered how the whole school didn't know about Scott's problem. I shifted in my seat as Derek was brought up. The dreams about him had only gotten...vivider over the last few nights. I was a teenage giel, yes, I had, had a sex dream or two but none had ever felt so real before. None had ever made me afraid to go to sleep because I was afraid to dream about a werewolf who I didn't like very much making me scream. It was all so confusing. And since a few days ago when Scott told us how Derek had revealed he wasn't the one who changed him, everything had just gotten even messier.

"I don't know" Scott said truthfully and Stiles sat back in dissapointment.

"Did the Alpha kill the buss driver?" Stiles asked, hoping to recieve an answer the second time around and Scott just replied with another 'I don't know'.
Stiles sat back in his desk, his face scrunched up in thought.

"Does Allison's dad-" Stiles began and I snapped before Scott could.

"Jesus fucking Christ Stiles cut it out. He doesn't know" I hissed lowly at my friend and it recieved a few looks. Stiles immaturley stuck his tounge out at me and then grabbed his test. A, nothing new there. Scott on the other hand got a D and I groaned knowing that I would probably get a D aswell.

"Dude, you need to study more" I looked at Stlies with a blank look, trying to figure out how he could be so annoying. The teacher came by and I looked over at him and took my paper. A cracked surprized smile as I looked at glairing red grade on the top left corner of the paper. C+, not too shabby.

"That was a joke. Scott, it's one test your gonna' make it up. Want help studdying?" Stiles offered and Scott just shook his head without looking back at him.

"No, I'm studdying with Allison after school today" Scott replied and one of my eye brows cocked up and a grin pulled at the corner of my lips.

"That's my boy" Stiles said proudly and I rolled my eyes. Dork.

"We're just studdying" Scott defended himself and Stiles let out a sound of disagreement.

"No your not. Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal oppertunity I swear to god, I will have you de-balled" Stiles said over dramatically.

"Scott you do not need to do anything you don't want to do" I told my friend as he looked a little freaked out and Stiles glared at me.

"She has a vagina. Don't listen to anything she say's" Stiles said as though my having a vagina was the key to why I would always be wrong.

"Screw you, what does that have to do with anything" I snapped back and he just shook his head and laughed.

"It has everything to do with everything" Stiles said and I opened my mouth to retort but Scott's tired voice cut me off.

"I'll deal with it when I get there, kay? Just stop with the questions and bickering" Scott said and I closed my mouth and gave Stiles the 'This isn't over' eyes.

"Fine. No more talk about the alpha or Derek...who still scares me...and who Emmy is still in love with" and I couldn't help myself from throwing my pencil straight at his head.

I was walking through the hallways on my way to my locker to pick up my stuff before I headed home. I fucking hated the end of the day, everyone was rushing to get to the last class and then out of the school and no one cared who they bumped into. Some freshman pratically knocked me into a wall and I almost swung.

I was still digging in my locker a few minutes after everyone had left and when I looked up from the inside of my locker I was stunned to see Derek talking to Jackson across the hall. By the way they were standing, all defensive and manly I could tell it couldn't be good and I shut my locker and made my way over to them.

"Emmy" Derek almost sounded relieved as he saw me and my mouth fell open a little as I took him in. He was pale, a sickly kind of pale and his eyes had huge bags under them. He looked horrible.

"You two know eachother?" Jackson asked and I gave him a harsh look.

"That's none of your buisness. Come on Derek" I said as I came closer to them and began to usher Derek away. Derek walked, well more like limped twoards me and I began to turn in the direction of the school parking lot before idiot fucking Jackson had to do something stupid.

"We're not done here" Jackson said cockily as he grabed at Derek's arm and pulled him back a bit. I wasn't fast enough to stop Derek from pinning him face first into the lockers.

"Derek stop it" I hesitantly pulled on his leather clad arm, not wanting to be the next one thrown into the lockers. Derek looked over at me and released Jackson. I took a step back as I saw his claws come out of Jackson's neck...bloody gashes in the boys neck.

"Let's go. Now" I told the werewolf as he assesed claws that shifted back into human finger nails. I just wanted to get him away from the school before he could hurt anyone else or expose himself. I pulled him down the hall and he rejected my hand and fell againts a wall.

"What the hell's going on? What's wrong with you?" I asked as he leaned againts the wall looking weak. I had never though that Derek Hale could look weak.

"I got shot" He got out gruffly and I tried to keep my face emotionless. What a fucking day to not have my car.

"Let me help you?" It came out as more of a question and he just looked up at me, his gray eyes full of gaurded pain. I didn't know what to do, how to help him because obviously he wasn't going to let me help easily. I took out my phone and dialed Scott. No answer. I let out a string of profanities. I bet if it was Allison he would have picked up I whispered to my self snarkly andDerek chuckled. It was rough and sounded like it caused him even more pain.

"What?" I asked and he just shook his head. I was about to tell him that if he didn't let me help him I was going to shove my foot down his werewolf throat when the bell rung. Derek's hands went to the side's of his head and closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in pain. That was it. I went to him and grabbed his arm.

"Put your arm over me" I told him and began to pull away but I didn't let up.

"You can't hold me up" He said, looking down at me as though I was crazy.

"I can help you out enough that get the fuck out of this hallway" I said and he just sighed and threw a long, muscular arm over my shoulders. I tried not to notice how close we were, or how that same smell of Pine needles and cinnamon was rushing into my nostrills. I really did, but at out close proximity it was kind of hard not to remember the dreams that had been plauging me for the last week. I bit my lip, and internally smacked myself. He was hurt, maybe even dying and I was being some sex crazed perv. I needed to be the calm collected one, and I would be.

When we got outside alot of kids watched us, it wasn't everyday that you saw a 5'2 girl supporting a 6 foot giant. I just ignored them and continued on with trying to find Scott and Stiles.

"You still okay?" I asked him as I scanned the parking lot.

"No" He repiled bluntly and I nodded. His honesty was a little scary sometimes. I spotted Stiles's blue jeep just as it was about to drive off and I let go of Derek and made a dash for it.

"Stiles wait!" I cried as I jumped infront of it and held up my hands. He came to a screeching stop and I could see the mixture of shock and slight confusion on his face as he said my name. Derek came, limping behind me before he collapsed onto the asphalt. Stiles looked at the whole situation and shook his head, mutterring something that I lip synced as 'You've got to be kidding me' before he hopped out of the car. Cars were honking and we were starting to gain a crowd as Scott came running over and my heart began to slow to refular pace again.

"What's going on?" Scott asked as he bent down to Derek's eye level.

"I was shot" Derek gasped out and I knawed on my lip and crossed my arms over my chest.

"He's not looking so good" Captian obvious A.K.A Stiles said.

"Why arn't you healing yourself?" Scott sounded confused as to why the older werewolf simply couldn't get up and walk away.

"It was a different kind of bullet" Derek barked out.

"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked, excitement lacing his voice and I gave him a hard look.

"No you idiot" Derek growled and I really didn't blame him for getting pissed.

"So that's what she meant when she said you only had 48 hours" Scott connected the dots and I looked over at him, trying to connect them along with him.

"Who- Who said that" Derek asked and Scott eye brows just pulled together.

"The one who shot you" Scott said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. Derek began to shake and his body was tensing and un-tensing in pain. His grey eyes began to turn a bright, icy blue, like the color of a siberian husky's eyes intensified. I stood a bit straighter and looked around, making sure that no one could see him. I began to panic again. What were we going to do if he wolfed out?

"Stop that!" Scott snapped at Derek and I surprized my self by standing up for the older werewolf.

"Obviousley he can't Scott!" I told my friend and both he and Stiles shot me looks. The honking increased and people began to get out of their cars. Scott stood up and grabbed Derek around his middle and pulled him up. I followed the two as Scott sat Derek in the passenger seat of Stiles's jeep. I walked over to the driver's side to stand with Stiles, who just looked at me and shook his head.

"What?" I asked defensivly and he looked at Derek pointedly.

"He was in the hallway pratically dying. I couldn't just leave him" I defended and Stiles just rolled his eyes.

"If you say so" He said as I hopped into the back seat and he hopped into the drivers. Scott and Derek made an agreement, Scott would find the bullet because he needed Derek.

"Get him out of here" Scott said and Stiles gave him the dirtiest look ever as he started the engin.

"I hate you both for this so much" Stiles said, looking at Scott then at me before we pulled out of the parking lot.

"So where are we even supposed to take him?" Stiles asked as we drove around, mostly on the streets near the school. We had been driving for over half an hour and I knew he was starting to lose his patients.

"I don't know. I'd say my house but my family picked the perfect time to come home" I said. The one time when I need my house to be empty, everyone was home. Life truley was a bitch. Derek was wrapping his jacket around his arm, trying to create some kind of turniquet and I just put a hand ontop of his to stop him.

"Wait a second...this will work better" I told him as I dug through my bag until my fingers came in contact with a gray whool scarf. I tossed it into his lap and he just gave me a small nod.

"Thanks" He said as he unwrapped the leather jacked and started in with the scarf.

"Try not to bleed out on the seats, kay" Stiles said and I flicked his ear.

"Oww" He hissed as he rubbed the pain away. Derek wasn't looking at him, I think he really was trying not to bleed out on the seats.

"Well we're almost there" Stiles announced and Derek looked over at him.

"Almost where?"

"Your house" Stiles answered, and I could hear the 'duh' tone in his voice.

"No, you can't take me there" Derek said, and even though he tried to hide it you could tell he was scared.

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked and Derek continued to shake his head no.

"Not when I can't protect myself" Derek replied. Everything was so...anamalistic. Like when an animals injured and they can't fight againts others for food and stuff. I could imagine Derek as a wolf, limping around on three legs.

Stiles pulled over to the side of the road and parked then looked over at Derek.

"What are you going to do if Scott cant find you little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying" Stiles asked Derek, his voice raising with every word.

"Not yet. I have a last resort" Derek told us crypitcally and I wanted to scream like Stiles was. We were trying to help him and he wasn't filling us in one everything. It was so fustrating.

"What the hell do you mean last resort, Derek" I asked him, trying to keep my voice venom free even though I felt like flicking him in the ear too. Derek began to roll the sleeve or his black henly up and I winced and looked away as the bullet wound came into vision. It was a gaping hole the size of a quarter, and veins popped out all down his arm.

"Oh my god, what is that. Ughh, is that contagious? You should probably just get out" Stiles said compleatly disgusted. Little baby.

"Stop being a pussy, Stiles" I told him.

"Start the car. Now" Derek sounded done. Done with the games, done with the back talk and once again I wished I had my car.

"With the way you look I don't think you should be barking orders. Actually, I think if I wanted to I could drag your little werewolf ass out into the street and leave you for dead" Stiles said defiantly and I ran a hand through my hair. Did he have a death wish? Derek was begining to fume and I really just wanted to heal the fucked up bullet in his arm, go home, and sleep.

"Start the car or I will rip your throat out. With my teeth" Derek was compleatly serious too. Stiles hesitated and I had an outburst.

"Start the car!" I yelled and Stiles and Derek looked back at me. Stiles outraged, and Derek grateful. I just took a deep breath and leaned back.

"You owe me so much for this, Em" Stiles said as he put the key back into the ignition and the jeep roared back to life. Great, in debt to Stiles for Derek Hale. What the hell was wrong with me?

I ended up buying Stiles Taco Bell and that shut him up. Derek refused to eat and I told Stiles to pull over. I crawled out of the car through the back and walked over to the passenger door and opened it.

"What are you doing?" Derek asked as I first put my hair up into a high pony tail, then leaned over and reached for his arm. My eye brow raised, really, we were going to do this whole 'I don't need help' thing again?

"Trying to help you now calm down and give me your arm" I told him and he just hesitantly let me grab his injured arm. The tourniquet he had made for himself was all wrong and I untied it and laid out the scarf out flat.

"So how do you know how to do this?" Derek asked as I began wrapping the scarf correctly arounf his arm.

"It's not rocket science" I told him with a smile and a hint of a grin played on the corner of his pale lips. I looked behind his head to see Stiles making kissy faces in the air and I tried to fight the blush creeping up my neck.

"So...Ahh, why are you helping me?" He asked, being a trooper with the pain. Hadn't we already gone over all of this?

"Because we need you"

"No, Scott need's me. Why are you helping me?" He asked again and I wracked my brain. Why on earth was I helping him? I didn't even know why...it just felt...right. I know, that sounds corny and theatrical, but that's the only way I can describe it.

"I don't like seeing others suffer" I told him and he nodded, mulling it over silently.

"Your really, really...different" He said and I just shrugged.

"Yeah and your delerious" I told him, all the pain was probably getting to his head. Stiles kissy faces turned seriousbefore he answered his phone. It was Scott, I could tell by the way Stiles was talking.

"Well what am I supposed to do with him. He starting to smell...like death. No, are you serious. What about your boss? Alright then" Stiles said into the phone, ignoring my commands to make it speaker. Stiles then handed the phone to Derek who took it and began talkign to Scott.

"What's going on?" I asked, feeling out of the loop as I listend to Derek talk about the alpha again and how Scott was going to need him alive.

"Were going to the Animal Hospital, get in" Stiles said and I crawled back into the jeep. I pictured Derek as a wolf again all the way to the animal hospital. We were going to get to play doctor...well veterinarian. Which really didn't sound as fun.

When we arrived at the Animal Hospital, Stiles grabbed the key from under the doormat and unlocked the back storage unit. I flipped on the light switch as Derek walked on uneasy feet and then collapsed on a pile of bags of dog food. He was sweating buckets and he held his arm. I wondered what it felt like, all his life he must have been able to heal anything scratch, bruise or burn he recieved, and now he had to deal with the pain. I bet it hurt ten times worse.

I walked over to him and bent down next to him, tighting up the scarf.

"What does Nortegloom Moinsoit( I am not even going to pretend I know what those words are) mean anything to you?" Stiles asked, reading a text from Scott.

"It's a rare form of wolvesbane. He has to bring me the bullet" Derek made a sound deep in his throat, like he really didn't want to deal with what was coming.

"Why?" Stiles asked. All he ever did was ask, and ask and ask!

"Because I'm gonna die without it" Derek said and my breath caught in my throat.

"Text Scott" I commanded him as I got a peak of the wound through the scarf. It was getting worse and I really did not want to watch him die.

"I am! He keeps ignoring them" Stiles said and I briefly wondered where we could go. Derek needed to lay down and get some water in him.

"Are you up for walking?" I questioned him and he just looked up, his face was compleatly drained, but he nodded and me and Stiles pulled him to his feet. I pretty muched dragged the werewolf who was a good 30 to 40 pounds heavier then me to the opperation room of the Hospital. He pulled away from my grasp and pulled off the blood and sweat drenched henley. That was the first time I ever saw Derek Hale topless. Even dying, he was goregous. His shoulders were broad and strong and three connected swirls inked his back. My mind reeled. In the dreams...he had that tattoo...when we...I could see it. I traced it with my finger tips. I took a step backwards and bumped into Stiles.

"You alright?" He asked when he saw the expression on my face and I just nodded, unable to talk.

"I'm uhh, going to go find him some water" I rushed out of the room without another word. How did I know about that tattoo. When ever I saw it in my dreams, I always figured it was just another figment of my imagination. I thought tattoo's were hot and so I thought that's why he had them. But those swirls...how? Something was up, with the dreams, and the urge heal him and protect him. It all had to fit together somehow, I just didn't know yet. I grabbed a water bottle and made my way back to the opperating room.

When I got back to the room I almost dropped the waterbottle in my hand at the sight I was greeted with

"What's going on?" I asked and Stiles looked over at me, fear shining bright in his eyes as Derek held the small hand saw.

"He's lost his mind" Stiles's voice cracked juts put the water bottle on the table.

"I really hope your not thinking about doing what I'm thinking your thinking about doing" I said to Derek and he just began to wrap the blue rubber band around his upper arm.

"I don't have a choice" He said, his voice strong and determined.

"And what if you bleed to death?" I asked, this was the stupidest idea ever. And I had heard some pretty stupid idead in my life.

"Then I'll heal if it works" Derek said, still wrapping the blue band. Bile began to rise in my throat.

"I refuse to be apart of this" I said, just a strongly as him, my ching raised and his eyes flashed to mine.

"Fine then. I don't need your help. Stiles?" Derek looked away from me and looked at Stiles.

"I refuse too!" Stiles said, his voice meek. I knew he was just as scared as I was.

"Why?" Derek asked, his body was hunched over, like he couldn't hold himself up anymore. I looked at the wound and faught the urge to look away. The once red bulled hole was now a dark reddish black and all of the veins around it were turning purple.

"Sawing throught the muscle and the veins and oh yeah, the blood!" Stiles really was bad with stuff like that. When he had disceted frogs in the 6th grade, he fainted like a little girl and had to go sit out in the hallway.

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek sounded like he couldn't believe that.

"Yep. He does" I said and Stiles talked over me.

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles yelled and I agreed. Chopped off arm, equals me on the floor.

"Alright fine. If one of you two doesn't cut off my arm, I'm going to chop off both of your heads" Dere threatened and I rolled my eyes. Bull shit. Stiles scoffed and stood back confidently.

"You know what, I'm so not buying your threats anymore- okay, okay I'll do it" Stiles additude went back to normal as Derek grabbed him by the collar and looked him in the eye. Just then, Derek began to gag and I took a step closer to Stiles.

"Derek are you alright?" I asked, just before he threw up a mouthful of blood.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles whined and I held on to his arm. I was offically too freaked out to think straight.

"It's my body...trying to heal it's self" Derek had to pause between sentances to catch his breath.

"Well it's doing a crap ass job" I replied and Derek just forced himself to stand straight.

"This has to happen now. We have to do this now" and he seemed to be convincing himself that this needed to happen. I took out my phone and dialed Scott. No answer. God, I was going to kill that fucking guy! He never answered his god damn phone!

Derek laid flat across the table, with his left arm streched out as Stiles held the saw inches away from his flesh.

"I don't think I can-" Stiles sounded like he could barely breathe.

"Just do it!" Derek screeched and I closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands, trying to block out the sounds of the screaming at eachother, and the saw running. Then, another voice joined the conversation.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott exclaimed as he came in and I could have cried as just seeing his face eased my nerves. Derek and Stiles were a horrible combonation and I never wanted to be alone with the both of them ever again. Stiles was letting out deep breaths, a smile on his face.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares" He said and I gauffwed and gripped the roots of my hair.

"Did you get it?" Derek quizzed and Scott reached in his pocked, and then handed Derek a little bronze colored bullet. Derek's eyes began to go hazy, and unfocoused and I reached for him before he fell over. The bullet went one way, and he went the other.

"Derek. Hey, you've got to wake up" I told the werewolf as I bent down on my knees next to him. I held his face between my hands and shook it, slapped it.

"Scott what the hell are we going to do" Stiles paniced as he kneeled over Derek with me.

"He's not waking up!" I cried, shaking the older boy harded. Tears began to gather in the corners of my eyes and I just kept trying to wake him up.

"Move over for a sec" Stiles said and he looked down at Derek just as Scott screamed that he had retrieved the bullet.

"Please don't kill me for this" Stiles told the unconscious Derek before punching him as hard as he could in the face. Derek's eyes snapped open and I let out a strangled laugh as he looked around and then jumped up. Stiles helped me up and Scott handed Derek the bullet. Inside the bullet was the wolvesband and Derek set it on fire. The flames were high for a moment, but then died down into nothing. Derek collected the burnt blant into the palm of his hand and then looked up. Out eyes locked and I nodded, he could do this. He then pressed the plant into his wound and let out a gluttral scream before falling onto his back and writhing in pain on the floor. I went forward but Stiles held me back. I just leaned back againts his chest as I watched the bullet wound begin to heal before our very eyes. When it was all over, and Derek's skin was back to normal there was a moment of silence. None of us really knew what to say.

"That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles cheered, pulling his fist through the air in happiness. I just let out a round of laughs at everything and as usaul, Scott looked at us like we were both insane.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked Derek as the wolf began to get up. The color had returned to his skin, and the fire to his eyes.

"Except for the excruciating pain, peachy" He responded, standing to full height.

"He has the ability to use scarcasim, I think he's fine" Stiles teased and I held back a laugh as Derek shot him death glares.

"Okay we saved your life, and now your going to leave us alone. And if you dont...I'm going to back to Allison's dad and tell him everything" Scott threatened in a weak voice and Derek looked unphased.

"And what? You think they'd help you. You think that you could trust them?" He inquired, his face slightly pissed, slightly amused.

"Yeah, why not? They're freaking nicer then you are" Scott asked and even I could answer that one. The were hunters, hunters don't give a flying fuck about preys feelings, or who the prey is, or if the prey's a good person. No. In the end, all they are, are prey.

"I can show you excatly how nice they are" Derek said to Scott, and I knew it was time for me and Stiles to head home. This was another one of those jedi master and young padawan things that we just couldn't stay for.

"Come on Stiles. Take me home" I said and Stiles looked defiant for a moment, before looking Scott and Derek over.

"Fine" Stiles grumbled, fist bumping Scott before looking at me and Derek with a shit eating grin.

"Scott...you left your backback in my car, didn't you?" Stiles said, his voice so obvious it made me close my eyes in embaracement. They wern't really doing this, were they?

"No...Yes" Scott agreed once he realized what was going on.

"I'll drop your bag off at your house tomorrow morning" I smiled at Stiles. It just didn't feel...right to stay with Derek now.

"Okay?" Scott asked and I just nodded and then looked at Derek. He was smiling at everything ant I wanted to punch Stiles in the face. Great, now Derek thought I liked him.

"I'm happy your okay" I told him akwardly before I turned around and just as me and Stiles were exiting, he replied.

"Thank you, Emmy" He said, sincerley and I just turned to wave to the both of them as we left.

"What the hell was that!" I questioned Stiles as we walked out of hearing range.

"You like him. He like's you. Boom, bang, babies are made" Stiles said as he unlocked the car door and I just chuckled, still pissed, but to tired to act on it. When we got in, I pulled my phone from my bag and groaned as I looked through the eight missed texts anf four missed calls.

"What's up?" Stiles asked as I began texting my sister back.

"Sam's pissed. I blew her off" I said distractedly and he just snorted and told me to just ignore her. But that was the thing...I didn't want to ignore my sister. Or my dad or my grades or my social life. This whole werewolf thing was consuming me and I needed to sort it all out. First thing on the agenda, find out why Derek Hale mattered so much to me.

New chapter for you all! As usaul, review with your thoughts and concernes. So, I was recently wondering...Who do you guys imagine as Emmy. I have three actresses in my head for her.

1. Kaya Scodelario

2. Lucy Hale

3. Willa Holland

Please, tell me which actress you think is the best for her(: Thanks, love you guys!