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Ashlee's p.o.v
I try to ring Scott but his phone's off.
"Damn" I sigh.
"Hold on, we're almost there" Stiles says to Derek.
"Almost where?" he asks.
"Your house" Stiles says like it's obvious.
"No, you can't take me there" Derek objects.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asks him.
"Not when I can't protect myself" he says. Stiles quickly pulls over.
"What if Scott can't get your magic bullet, huh? Are you dying?" Stiles asks, turning to look at Derek.
"No, I have a last resort" he says.
"What last resort?" Stiles asks. Derek pulls his sleeve over the bullet wound. That's gross. "Oh my god! What is that? Is it contagious? Ash, don't touch him. Actually, Derek you should just get out" Stiles says.
"Start the car" Derek says. "Now"
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look right now" Stiles says. I laugh when he says bark, making Derek's head snap to me, glaring. "In fact, I think if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead" Stiles says. I raise an impressed eyebrow at Stiles.
"Start the car" Derek says again. "Or i'm going to rip your throat out. With my teeth" he threatens, flashing his fangs at Stiles. Stiles sighs and starts the car again.
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My phone buzzes and I pull it out.
Does Aconit napel bleu nordique mean anything to you? -Scott
I ring Scott straight away. He answers immediantly.
"It's nordic blue monkshood. It's a rare form of wolfsbane. Get that bullet to us as fast as you can" I tell Scott.
"Okay, take him to the animal clinic, spare key's under the mat" Scott says.
"Okay, be careful. Call if they do anything to you, anything at all"
"I will, I have to go" Scott says before hanging up.
"Scott found the bullet. He'll meet us at Deaton's" I tell Stiles. I turn to look at Derek. "Hey. You still with me?" I ask the male, putting my hand to his head. He's burning up. Derek nods, face screwing up in pain. "Good, just hold on. Scott's coming" I assure him. He nods again, slowly looking worse and worse.
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I heave Derek into the animal clinic. This guy is really heavy. Stiles gets the lights and Derek strips off his shirt. Crap. I avert my eyes immediantly. I look everywhere but at Derek's incredibly toned torso. Derek starts to tie a blue band around his arm.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asks him.
"Last resort" he says. He slams a bone saw on the table. "You're going to cut off my arm" he says. Stiles look ready to vomit.
"Are you serious?" Stiles asks.
"It'll heal if it works" Derek assures him.
"If?" I ask. I don't think I want him to take that risk for an 'if'. Derek glances at me and looks back to Stiles.
"I don't know if I can do this. There's flesh, bone..blood" Stiles cringes.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek sighs.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles defends.
"Fine. How about this? Either you chop off my arm or i'm gonna chop off your head" Derek threatens.
"You know, i'm so not buying your threats anymore-" Derek cuts Stiles off by grabbing him and yanking him forward. I growl at the wolf, letting my eyes shine green.
"Get your hands off him" I warn Derek. The beta huffs angerily. He looks like he's about to pass out, falling into the table and throwing up black blood on the floor. I move to his side, pulling his hand off Stiles and keeping him steady. "Derek? Derek?" I say, the older man almost unable to keep his eyes open.
"You gotta do it now" Derek says. "Do it now!" he yells at Stiles. Stiles picks up the saw.
"I can't-"
"I'll die!" Derek yells. "Do it!" I see the torn look on Stiles' face. I grab the saw from his hands.
"I'll do it" I say, bringing it to his arm. Derek looks at me and nods to go ahead. I cringe. "Dude, don't die" I half-plead, about to flick the saw on.
"Ash! Stiles!" Scott yells. He runs into the room. "What the hell are you doing?!" he asks. I drop the saw, sighing in relief.
"You just prevented a lifetime worth of nightmares" Stiles says, relieved as well.
"Did you get it?" Derek asks, standing upright shakily.
"Here" Scott says, handing it to Derek. "What are you gonna do?" he asks him.
"I'm gonna..gonna.." Derek passes out, falling to the floor. The bullet slips from his hand and rolls into the drain.
"The bullet! Get the bullet!" I tell Scott. I crotch over Derek. "Derek, hey wake up" I say, smacking his cheek. "Derek, wake up" I say, shaking him.
"Is he dead?!" Stiles stresses. "I think he's dead!"
"No, he's fine, he's not dead" I say, trying to convince myself.
"I got it!" Scott says.
"Give it here" I say. He hands it over.
"Do you know what to do?" Scott asks me. I nod.
"Well..I have a pretty good idea" I say. "I need a lighter" I say. Stiles scrambles to find me one. "Derek told me what to do on the way here" I say, biting the top of the bullet. I spill the gunpowder out in my hand and light it with the lighter. I hiss in pain as it sparks and burns my skin but it'll heal soon enough. I look at the gunpowder and Derek's arm. "This might hurt" I sigh before shoving my hand againist his arm and pushing my fingers into the bullet wound. Derek's eyes fly open, glowing blue. Scott pulls me off him, getting in front of me as Derek's wolf cries out. He roars in pain, rolling around on the floor. He grunts, his wolf in pain too. It's actually sort of painful to watch him wither in pain. When he stops, the dark veins disappear and the wound closes with a puff of blue smoke.
"That was awesome!" Stiles says. "Yes!"
"Are you okay?" I ask him, stepping out from behind Scott.
"Except for the agonising pain" Derek says sarcastically.
"You're welcome by the way asshole" I say. I let him pull his own werewolf ass up off the floor this time.
"Okay we saved your life, which means you're going to leave us alone, you got that? All of us, my sister included. If you don't, i'm going to go to Allison's Dad and i'm-i'm going to tell him everything-" Scott starts. I'm a big girl, i'll decide who 'leaves me alone'.
"You're going to trust them?" I ask Scott. "They're hunters Scott, they want people like us dead"
"Exactly" he says, looking and directing the threat at Derek.
"You think they can help you?" Derek asks him.
"Why not?" Scott asks him. I sigh, he can be an idiot sometimes..alot of the time. "They're alot freakin' nicer than you are" Scott snaps.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are" Derek says.
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I pull up outside the hospital, the 3 of us walking in. I dropped Stiles home on the way here. Derek takes us into a dark room. There's a man, in a wheelchair in the middle of the room, not moving.
"Who is he?" Scott asks Derek.
"My Uncle" Derek says. "Peter Hale"
"Is he like you? A werewolf?"
"He was, now he's barely even human" Derek says, eyes never leaving his Uncle. "6 years ago, my sister and I were at school. Our house caught fire. 11 people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor" Derek tells us. I sigh sadly, understanding what he's saying. A hunter did that, an Argent.
"What makes you so sure they set the fire?" Scott asks him.
"They were the only ones who knew about us" Derek tells him, finally looking at him.
"Then they had a reason" Scott says.
"Scott, being different doesn't justify murder" I say.
"They're hunters though, they were doing their job" Scott says.
"Really? So that justifies this?" Derek asks him, turning his Uncle to face us. I look away, half of Peter's face is scarred with burns. "They say they'll only kill an adult and only with absolute proof but there were people in my family who were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do, it's what Allison will do" Derek stresses.
"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" a redheaded nurse asks, coming in.
"We were just leaving" Derek says before leading us out. We get back to the car and my heart feels heavy. With dread. Empathy. Worry. I can't believe what happened to Derek's family, it's horrible. And I don't want my brother anywhere near any of them, even Allison. We're all quiet, not sure what to say. I stop at my car, wringing my hands awkwardly. I look over at Derek who seems to be having a hard time keeping calm after seeing his Uncle and talking about his family.
"Do you want a ride somewhere?" I ask Derek, breaking the silence. He meets my eyes, anger flashing in them.
"Save your pity for someone else" he snaps, walking away.
"I wasn't-" I start but Scott grabs my arm.
"Let's just go Ash" Scott says. My eyes watch the angry male walk away. "Let it go Ash, he'll be fine" Scott coaxs. I watch Derek disappear into the night. "He can protect himself, don't worry about him" Scott says. I sigh and get into the car, Scott following.
"I want you to stay away from Allison" I say as I begin driving us home.
"You're taking Derek's side?" Scott asks me.
"I'm not taking any sides" I say. "I just want you to be safe, I want you to be alive" I say. Scott's quiet. I keep glancing at him. He's glaring, face set angerily, frowning out the window. He doesn't say anything until I pull up at the house.
"Allison's not dangerous and she's not like them. You have no right to tell me to stay away from her" Scott says, getting out and going inside. I sigh, staying sitting in the car. My eyes flash green as I punch the steering wheel out of anger. I've already ruined the little bit of mine and Scott's relationship we've starting piecing back together. I can't do anything right, I never can. I back out of the driveway, there's no point of going in when Scott's mad with me. I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, not when I feel this jacked up. I pull out my phone, texting Mum.
I'm so sorry, i'm going to have to call a raincheck in on dinner, something's come up. I'm really sorry x -Ash
It's okay sweetie, i'll grab chinese on my way home x -Mama McCall
Okay, i'll be home later x -Ash
I don't know where i'm driving, i'm just driving. I usually drive to clear my mind. By myself. I end up stopping for gas after a couple hours. I glance into the backseat. I flashback to a handful of years ago. 11 year olds, Scott and Stiles in the backseat. Laughing. Smiling. Being happy. I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking that memory away. When I open my eyes again, the backseat's empty. I take a deep breath, rubbing my hands down my face. I get out, feeling tired but knowing I won't be able to fall asleep if I try. I should head home but I don't feel welcome at the moment. I'll give Scott some time to calm down, think all this over. That's his home before it's mine and I don't want him to feel uncomfortable or anything. That's not fair to him or Mum. I start pumping my gas, leaning againist my car and closing my eyes for a second.
"You know you're not supposed to drive when you're tired, right?" I open my eyes, looking at the male who's pumping his own gas opposite me. He looks as though he's calmed down alot. Well he's not trying to murder me with a glare so that's a good sign I guess.
"My problem, not your's" I say to Derek shortly.
"You're mad, understandable" he nods.
"You mean after you were a complete asshole?" I ask him.
"I thought you went home" he says, ignoring my question. He leans againist his camaro, facing me. I sigh, seeing he's not going to talk about what happened at the hospital anymore.
"I did. I dropped Scott off" I say.
"But you left again?" he questions. I sigh again, turning to face him properly.
"Are you trying to make a point or are we just making small talk?" I ask him. It came out ruder than it was supposed to but i'm upset and I want to be left alone, and Derek's 'i'm pissed off and now i'm not' attitude isn't helping. Derek takes the pump from his car, getting in it.
"I just wanted to thank you for saving me. But don't worry, I won't hold you up" he says before taking off hastily, not even looking at me. I sigh again. Why do I piss off everyone around me? The pump dings and I take it out, getting into my car. I pull out smoothly, continuing down the road. After another hour and a few missed calls from Mum wondering where I am, I pull over. My eyelids are too heavy and i'm not having an accident. I lock my doors and crawl into the backseat. I dig through my bag for a jumper, throwing it on. I lay down and shut my eyes, allowing a restless sleep to take me.
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Next chapter's the first big emotional style chapter for Derek and Ashlee if that makes sense, I hope it does :) Favourite, follow and review! PS. I put up a one shot as well, it's about Ashlee and Derek (of course) and how they bump into each other through Scott 3 years after they were together. But..Ashlee has a 2 year old daughter with her. You can pretty much put together what happens but give it a chance, check it out! I'm still deciding weither I should add another 1 or 2 chapters but i'd love to know what you think :)
