Amane sat in class staring at the clock impatiently. She had some plans she was majorly looking forward too, involving a mall. Stiles was giving her a lift and she seriously needed a good shopping break. When the bell finally rang she practically sprinted out of class, immediately going to her locker. She put her books in and left for the parking lot. She made it to Stiles' jeep right before he did.
"You ready?" She asked with a bright smile. He smiled back, obviously not looking forward to it.
"To shopping with you? Absolutely. Really excited. How did i get myself into this?" He asked as they climbed in and he started the car.
"Hmm, well, you snuck into my room while i was changing." She stated/.
"That was a complete accident, how in the hell was i supposed to know you would be half na-" he stopped and slammed on the brakes as Derek ran out in front of the car. He looked disoriented before falling to the ground.
"You have got to be kidding me. This guy is everywhere." Stiles stated as horns began honking. Amane groaned. This couldnt be good. Scott ran by them.
"What the hell?" He asked before going to derek, and Stiles and Amane got out of the car.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked.
"I was shot." Derek stated, breathing heavily.
"He's not looking so good dude." Stiles stated, and Amane rolled her eyes. Way to state the obvious.
"Why arent you healing?" Amane asked slightly irritated.
"I cant- Its a different kind of bullet." He stated.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked hopeful.
"No you idiot." Derek said with a glare. Amane scowled, and was about to comment when Scott cut in.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, thats what she meant when she said you had forty eight hours." Scott stated. Derek looked at him.
"W-what? w-w-who said i have forty eight hours.?" He was obviously getting worse. great. just great.
"The woman who shot you." Scott stated like it was obvious. just then Dereks eyes flashed bright blue. then back to green, and they kept flashing. Amane looked around panicing.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" She and scott said at the same time.
"Really creepy guys." Stiles stated.
"Thats what i am trying to tell you, i cant." He stated.
"Derek, get up!" scott demanded.
"I am putting him in your car." Scott said before putting him in the passenger side. Yup. definatly no shopping today. Amane groaned before climbing into the back seat.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek stated.
"And how am i supposed to do that?" Scott asked.
"Shes an argent. Shes with them" Derek stated.
"Why should i help you?"
"Because you need me." Derek stated. Scott noticed allison coming towards them.
"Fine. Ill help you. Get him out of here." He said that to Stiles, who just got into the car..
"I hate you for this. I hate you so much." Stiles stated before driving off. Amane groaned again. great. what a fun day.
They drove in an awkward silence. Stiles was calling and texting scott, hoping to get rid of derek. Derek took off his jacket as stiles got a response. Amane read it over his shoulder. He needed more time. great.
"Can you try not to bleed out all over my seats?" Stiles asked irritated. "We are almost there."
"Almost where?" Derek asked, also slightly irritated. She was in a car full of irritation. This would end well.
"Your house." Stiles stated like it was obvious.
"What?" He asked looking over at Stiles. "You cant take me there."
"We cant take you to your own house?" Amane asked incredulously.
"Not when i cant defend myself." Derek stated. Stiles pulled over.
"What happens if Scott cant find your magic bullet? Huh? Are you dying?" Stiles asked.
"Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek stated.
"What do you mean? what last resort?" Stiles asked, as derek pulled up his sleeve, revealing the bleeding bullet hole. Amane looked away and gagged. "Oh my god what is that? Is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."
"Start the car. Now." Derek said annoyed.
"Yeah i dont think you should be barking orders with the way you look, ok? In fact, i think that if i wanted to, i could probably drag your werewolf ass out into the middle of the road, and leave you for dead." wow. Amane gave stiles props for that. ballsy move.
"Start the car or i will rip your throat. With my teeth." He stated and amane cut in.
" Oh no you wont. I will help him." She stated, pointing a finger at derek. He glared at her, and grabbed her wrist, with crushing force.
"Start the car." She yelped at Stiles, as she felt something crack. Stiles started the car and they drove of. Derek released her wrist, and she cradled it into her chest.
"Ass." She growled out. He rolled his eyes.
"It will heal." He stated.
"So you say. Hey since we will be driving for a while how about we still go to the mall?" Amane asked Stiles hopefully. The look from both the males in the front seat told her everything. "Fine, but you still owe me stiles. I will not forget you walking in on me naked." Dereks head whipped over to Stiles at that point.
"What?! oh my god! Half naked. And it was an accident.!" He stated suddenly feeling in danger. "Why do you care anyways? She isnt your sister. I already got enough of that from Scott." Derek rolled his eyes at that and looked out the window.
After another phone call from scott they were off to the animal clinic. Once inside Amane went about turning on the lights and opening the doors. She walked back to the two guys right as they entered the back room. There was a very shirtless derek. Amane averted her eyes at once. No need for perverted thoughts about Derek. The creeper. Damn he was built.
"You know that doesnt look like anything a good night-" Stiles began and Amane cut him off.
"Shut up Stiles. How do we fix it?" She asked. They both looked at her.
"There is a bullet, that Scott needs to bring." Stiles stated.
"Joyful." She stated, not wanting to rely on her brother.
"If the infection reaches my heart, it will kill me." Derek stated, as he began looking around.
"Positivity just isnt in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles asked.
"If he doesnt get here with the bullet in time, last resort." He said, out of breath.
"Which is?" They both asked. Derek held up a bone saw.
"One of you is going to cut off my arm." They both froze. And Amane felt like she was going to be sick.
"I am not doing that." Amane said, backing away. Stiles held up the saw turning it on, before dropping it.
"Oh god. Look, i dont know if i can do this." Stiles stated, really pale. Derek was tying a blue band on his arm.
"Why not?" Derek asked.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing through the bone, and especially, the blood!" He stated. Dereks hand slammed onto the table as he looked at Stiles.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked.
"No, but i might at the sight of a chopped off arm!"
"Ok, how about this, either you cut off my arm, or i cut off your head." Derek growled. Amane shook her head. This was gross.
"I am out." She said and went to leave the room, only to have dereks good arm stop her.
"You need to hold me down." He stated. Amane went wide eyed.
"What? no!" She stated, then derek started to heave, before vomiting up a black substance.
"What the hell is that?" Stiles asked.
"My body trying to heal itself." Derek stated, still bent over.
"Its not doing a very good job." Stiles stated.
"Now, you need to do it now." Derek stated.
"Look i honestly dont think i can."
"JUST DO IT!" Derek yelled, and Amane moved behind him, one hand on the back of his neck, the other on his arm.
"Oh god. ok. ok." He said as he picked up the saw and put it on his arm. "Oh god. Alright here we go!"
"Stiles? Amane?" They both heard Scotts voice and froze as he came into the room. Scott took in the sight before him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He asked and both Amane and Stiles moved away from Derek, sighing with releif.
"Oh thank god, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." He stated. Derek turned towards Scott.
"I am leaving." Amane stated walking out of the room, leaving the boys to deal with Derek. it was just too much. She was not up for cutting someones arm off. She sat outside for a few minutes, taking in the cool air. She looked up across the street, and could have sworn she saw glowing red eyes, at that she walked back inside,
She walked in to see Derek on the floor in pain, letting out something between a scream and a roar. She then watched as the bullet wound healed.
"That, was, AWESOME" Only Stiles.
"You ok?" Scott asked.
"Well, except for the agonizing pain." Derek said sarcastically.
"Im guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles stated, earning a glare from Derek.
"Ok we saved your life, which means you are going to leave us alone? You got that? And if you dont, i am going to go back to Allisons dad, and tell them everything"
"You're gonna trust them? you think they can help you?" Derek asked, in a scary calm voice.
"Why not, they're alot friggin nicer than you are!" Scott stated.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are." Derek stated.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"Stiles, lets go." Amane stated, turning to leave.
"No. you are coming to." Derek stated.
" NO! no i am not. I have had just about all i can take for the day. Thank you. I am going home. I am going to sleep. And hopefully, i wont have nightmares about cutting off an arm." She stated walking out, with Stiles following her, leave Scott to whatever Derek had in mind.