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Stiles, Derek, and Charlie burst through the doors of the clinic. Derek in the process was taking his shirt off. The wound looked worse with black veins running up his arm.
"Okay. You know, that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of" Stiles suggested.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me" Derek said turning to the sink.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asked as Derek searched through the drawers
If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time - Last resort" Derek breathed.
"Which is?" Stiles asked.
Derek turned with an electric saw in his hand. "You're going to cut off my arm."
Charlie and Stiles looked at one another with wide eyes. Derek slid the saw to Stiles, who picked it up shakily. He turned it on and put it back on the table
"Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles said freaking out.
"Yeah great question" Charlie agreed.
"It'll heal if it works" Derek trying to tie a band around his arm.
"Here" Charlie said walking over to him and helping him wrap it around his bicep.
"Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this" Stiles began.
"Why not?" Charlie and Derek said together.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles listed.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek snapped.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!" Stiles exclaimed.
"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm going to cut off your head" Derek said.
"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any " Stiles was then grabbed by his shirt by Derek. "Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it." Derek then began to puke up black blood.
"Derek!" Charlie exclaimed.
"What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles complained /
"It's my body - Trying to heal itself" Derek replied.
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it" Stiles winched.
"Now. You got to do it now" Derek said laying on the metal table.
"Look, honestly, I don't think I can. Get your girlfriend to do it" Stiles said.
"No!" Derek yelled. "Just do it!"
"Oh, my God. Okay, okay" Stiles breathed. Derek grabbed Charlie's hand and looked at her.
"Do you remember the day we first met?" he asked.
"Of course I do" she smiled. "I almost ran you over with my car."
"There's something I should have told you that day" Derek began.
"Oh, my God" Stiles yelled out placing the saw on Derek's arm. "All right, here we go!"
"Stiles!" he heard Scott yell. Stiles stopped and looked up
"Scott?" he called.
Scott ran in and looked at the scene and his eyes grew wide. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares" Stiles smiled.
"Did you get it?" Derek asked.
Scott nodded and searched through his pockets and pulled out the bullet. Derek grabbed and looked at it.
"What are you going to do with it?" Stiles asked.
"I'm going to" Derek began swaying back and forth. "I'm going to" Before he could finish he collapsed on the floor, the bullet rolling into one of the open shafts in the room.
Charlie quickly dropped to the ground. "Derek!" she said shaking him.
"No. No, no, no, no" Scott said going after the bullet. He got on the ground and tried to reach for the bullet.
"Derek. Derek, come on, wake up" Stiles said smacking his face. "Scott, what the hell are we going to do?"
"I don't know! I can't reach it" Scott groaned.
"He's not waking up!" Stiles yelled looking at Charlie. She bit her lip and pushes Stiles away from him getting on top of him. She pressed her lips against his trying to give him CPR.
"Don't do this Derek" she said hitting his chest.
"Come on" Scott said trying to reach for the bullet.
"I think he's dying. I think he's dead!" Stiles yelled.
"Just hold on! Come on" Scott said. He breathed felt his claws elongate and with his claws he picked up the bullet. "Oh! I got it! I got it!"
Charlie move" Stiles told her. She did what she was told. "Please don't kill me for this." With that Stiles punched Derek in the face. "Ugh! Ow! God!" he yelled. Derek woke up with a jump.
"Give me" Derek said quickly. Scott ran over to him and Charlie and Stiles help, the helped Derek up.
"Up!" Scott told him.
Derek grabbed the bullet and bit off the top with his teeth. Tapping it on the table, powder fell out of the top of it.
"Charlie" Derek huffed. She quickly waved her hand and the powder got on fire. The powder began to smoke a blue color as Derek collected it in his hand. He then placed it on his wound and dug it into the bullet hole. Derek groaned in pain and collapsed in the ground. Derek screamed as the wound began to fully heal.
"That. Was. Awesome! Yes!" Stiles exclaimed. Scott and Charlie looked at him like he was insane. Derek looked down at his arm. There was no trace of any wound.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked.
"Well, except for the agonizing pain" Derek snapped getting up.
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health" Stiles said. Derek glared at the teens.
"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're going to leave us alone, you got that?" Scott told him. "And if you don't, I'm going to go back to Allison's dad, and I'm going to tell him everything-"
"You're going to trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek growled.
"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are" Scott exclaimed.
"Oh you're funny" Charlie glared.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are" Derek said.
"What do you mean?" Scott frowned.
Charlie and Derek brought Scott the hospital. Charlie knew exactly what Derek was doing and where he was going. She only hoped that this would make Scott realize what they were up against.
"What are we doing here?" Scott huffed.
"Patience Scottie" Charlie spoke as they walked down the hall.
The three of them walked into a room where a man was sitting in a wheelchair, quietly, just staring.
"Who is he?" Scott asked.
"My uncle. Peter Hale" Derek replied.
"Is he - like you, a werewolf?" Scott asked. Charlie looked over at Derek. She saw the anger in his eyes.
"He was. Now he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. 11 people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor" Derek explained keeping his eyes on Peter.
"So - What makes you so sure that they set the fire?" Scott asked.
"Cause they're the only ones that knew about us" Derek replied.
"Well, then - They had a reason" Scott glared.
"Are you serious?" Charlie snapped.
"Like what? You tell me what justifies this" Derek showed his uncle's face to Scott. It was badly burned and scared. "They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do."
"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" a nurse said angrily entering the room.
"We were just leaving" Derek said looking at her.
The three of them walked outside to the front of the hospital.
"Derek I'm going to head back to the house" Charlie said. Derek looked over at Scott watching them .
"Get in the car" he told the teen. Scott looked at the pair of them and shrugged getting into the car.
"You okay?" Derek asked turning his attention back to Charlie.
"Yeah I'm just exhausted. I haven't used that much magic in a while" Charlie replied.
"Thank you for everything you did today" Derek told her. He pulled her into a tight hug.
"Anything for you" she whispered. She gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. Derek smiled slightly and pulled away from her.
"Don't stay out to late" she said before turning to leave. She stopped and looked at him. "What was it you were going to tell me earlier?"
"It was nothing" Derek replied. She nodded and licked her lips and began to walk. Derek watched her leave the parking lot and walked back to his car. Scott watched him get into his car. Derek frowned at the teenager staring at him.
"What?" Derek snapped.
"So are you two like together or something? You look at her the way I look at Allison" Scott shrugged.
"Shut up" Derek huffed.
Stiles walked into his room and turned his light on. He flopped onto his bed and groaned. What a day it had been. He flipped over on his back and then saw his desk chair turn around. Charlie sat in it smiling.
"Oh god!" Stiles groaned. "Now what? I think I've had enough of werewolves, witches, and blood for one day."
"I'm not here to get you involved with anything for today" Charlie smirked. "I came here to say thank you."
"For what?" he asked.
"For dealing with Derek today" she replied. "He can get a little…..intense sometimes, but thanks for helping."
"I did it for Scott" Stiles replied. "He's my best friend and I want help him through this."
"You're a good friend Stiles" Charlie smiled. "You're also very nosey, but since you seem to be so interested, I'm going to let you ask five questions and I'll answer them honestly."
"Why?" Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"The Alpha's powerful and he won't stop. We need to start trusting each other and what better way to start building that trust than to be honest" she replied. "So ask away. I'm interested to see how your brain works."
"Okay let me think" Stiles said running his hands through his head. "Um so you're a witch, do you fly on a broomstick?"
Charlie snickered at the question. "Wow so that's where we're going with this. No witches don't ride brooms, that's just an old wives tale."
"Okay so no broom then. What about a spell book?" he continued.
"They're called grimores. Every family has one, but I learned all my spells from memory. My grandmother has one, but I don't use one personally" Charlie answered.
"Okay, umm let me think. There's so much I could ask you. There's the witch trials…"
"Just a dispute between new world and old world witches. Most of the people hanged weren't even witches. I'll give you that as a freebie" Charlie interrupted him.
"History classes have been a lie all my life then" Stiles spoke. "So what can you do exactly? You have healing abilities as seen from today. What else can you do?"
"Each witch has their own particular powers. It varies, but I have telekinesis ability and control over elements, fire's particularly my favorite" Charlie replied. "Do you have a match or a lighter?"
Stiles nodded and went to his desk, shuffling through papers and books until he found a box of matches. He handed them to Charlie.
"Even though I have control over air, water, and earth, my ability over fire has always been my strongest" she explained. She pulled out a match from the box and held it up in front of her face. She closed her eyes and after a moment the match lit by itself. She opened her eyes and smiled at Stiles.
"Dude that's awesome" he grinned. "You could potentially labeled a pyromaniac, but still awesome. "
She rolled her eyes in response. "Next question."
"What's the story with your mom?" Stiles looked at her. "I've seen the police report, news articles, hell the FBI was even involved. They said your mother was mentally unstable. What's the real story?"
Charlie sat back in the chair, pondering the question. She should have seen this question coming. She didn't know why it surprised her hearing it.
"Hey if it's too painful, you don't have to answer it" Stiles said breaking the silence.
"No" Charlie shook her head. "If we're going to trust each other you need to know the whole story. You could say my mother is mentally unstable, but honestly that's a bit of an understatement. My parents both come from a long line of powerful witches. My dad is descended from Isobel Grierson, the first woman tried and killed in Scotland for being a witch. My mom is descended from Elsbeth Ross, who was the last woman ever to be tried for witchcraft in Scotland. Many who are descended from witches have their own covens all over the world. My father and my grandmother are the last living descendants of the Grierson coven."
"I'm assuming they just died out?" Stiles stated.
"Exactly. Over the centuries they moved around and eventually ended up in in the states. My dad studied abroad in Edinburgh during college and he met my mother, Siobhan. Not to bore to with the love struck details, but eventually they married. Because my mother married a Grierson, the Ross coven became more distinguished in Edinburgh. The coven had been prominent in Edinburgh, but then they became the leading coven. They still rule over Edinburgh to this day" Charlie explained. "Understand so far?"
"So you're basically witch royalty then?" Stiles asked.
"I suppose" Charlie shrugged. "My parents had my brother Thomas first and that's when everything changed. A witch prophesized to my mother's mother that there was a witch who was to become one of the most powerful witches the world had even seen and bring the coven back to its original glory. My mother got it in her head that it was to be her, since she was the strongest in the coven, but the witch could never tell anyone who the witch was to be. After about 4 years, I was born and my mother had grown power hungry. My father was worried about her becoming out of control, but he stayed to protect my brother and I. When I turned 3, the witch who prophesized saw a vision. She saw that I was to be the witch. My father told me my mother was furious when she found out. He decided to get me out of Edinburgh and away from everything, magic, my mother, any prophecies. I got smuggled out of the country with a false identity along with my father and my grandmother."
"And you all were safe until you were fifteen" Stiles spoke quietly.
"We never stayed in one place for too long and we did cloaking spells to avoid detection, but the coven had a price on my head and word got out where we were. My mother showed up and stabbed me in an attempt to take my powers" she said. "She actually killed me, but my father saw that she was coming and had preformed a restriction spell and I came back. We moved here and it was quiet. I met Derek and life was good."
"Until graduation when she tried to bury you alive" Stiles stated. "They're still after you aren't they?"
"They'll always be after me unless my mother kills me or I step up to power" Charlie replied. "The tracking spells have gotten stronger, but I've always been ten, twenty steps ahead of them."
"Jeez" Stiles sighed sitting on his bed. "That's why Derek's so protective over you."
Charlie only nodded in response. "He saved me graduation night and got me out of here. We've barely spend a night apart from one another since we were eighteen."
"Do you have feelings for him?" Stiles asked suddenly. Charlie frowned at him in response. "It's my last question."
Charlie took a deep breath and looked at him. "I shouldn't" she said simply. "I should probably get going. Derek's probably wondering where I am and he won't hesitate doing anything to find me." She got up out of the chair and turned to leave the room.
"Charlotte. Thank you for telling me" Stiles said. Charlie smiled and looked at him.
"Charlie" she said. "I think you've earned it." She then left the room leaving Stiles with a huge grin on his face.
"Yes!" he exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air.
And here is part two! Hope you enjoyed both parts! Let me know what you think as always. I hope you all enjoyed learning about some of Charlie's backstory and why she has an entire coven of witches out looking for her.