After sending Stiles packing with a tub of cookies, I and Derek collapse onto the couch and watch TV. 'Get any information from your friend?' I ask him curiously. His forest green eyes turn to face me, but he doesn't speak. However, he doesn't need to; his face says it all. It's set in a firm scowl, meaning he's clearly unhappy from the results he got today. I nod my head, and we turn our attention to the mindless movie that's playing. At around 10:30 i head to bed, wishing Derek a good night. It takes me a long time to drop to sleep, my mind reeling, trying to figure out who the alpha is.
Once i do, i dream about several things. Zak finding out i'm a werewolf, the alpha killing me and worst of all; my parent's giving me a disappointed look for the way my life has turned out. I wake up gasping, trying to usher the images of them from my mind. The apartment is eerily quiet, and i cannot hear Derek's gentle breathing. Panic shoots through my body, and i jump out of my skin when a loud bang echoes through the night. I'd heard that before; gunfire. Launching myself out of bed, i grab the nearest article of clothing, rushing to get dressed faster when i hear a giant howl, which i'm assuming is Derek's.
After shoving my feet into some shoes, I launch myself down the stairs and out the door within seconds. The cold air hits me like a brick, causing goose bumps to appear on my arms, but i don't let it bother me. Breaking out into a sprint, i allow my senses to take over, and I pick up Derek's scent straight away. Following it for a few miles to the outskirts of town, i pick Scott's up too. Deciding to follow his, i find him listening in to a conversation. 'All i have is please put the assault rifle away before someone see's you.' Is the first set of words i catch. Scott swings around to glance at me, and then turns to face the two people; a man and a woman. When i see them, i recognise one of them immediately. I'd seen him picking Allison up a few times, which i'm assuming means that he's her father, but i can't be sure. Tuning back into the conversation, Mr Argent asks the new woman. 'How long?' I pull a face. How long till what? She gives a slight smirk. 'I'd say 48 hours, if that.' And then she heads back towards what i'm guessing is her car.
Once they're gone, I and Scott go in search of Derek, but he's nowhere to be found. 'Did you hear the howl too?' I ask him curiously, trying to figure out why he'd come out to help Derek when he clearly didn't like him. Scott nodded. 'Yeah, I told you i was going to try and trust him, and well i figured you'd kick my ass if i didn't come out and help.' He muttered a little shyly. I grin at that. He walks me home, and we talk about what we'd seen. 'So you heard the howl, came out to help Derek but found Mr Argent and shooty lady instead?' I ask him. Scott nods affirmatively. I sigh. Derek could have been injured, and i hope that he made it back to the apartment safely.
However, when i arrive, he isn't there, and i begin to panic. He should have healed by now, so where the hell was he? Unless of course the bullet wasn't any ordinary bullet, and since Argent is a hunter and the woman clearly was too, i'm guessing they were way more harmful than standard issue. After wishing Scott a good night, I head back upstairs and immediately search the place, only to find it as empty as i'd left it. Sighing, i headed back to my room, stripping as i did and pick up my phone. No new messages or missed calls. It seems that Derek has gone into hiding, but i don't know why. The Argent's have no clue that i'm a werewolf, so i don't understand why he wouldn't come back here. Collapsing back onto my bed, i sigh and close my eyes, hoping to catch a few more hours sleep before i have to be up in the morning.
My sleep isn't much better than the first lot i had, constantly tossing and turning, worried about him. As soon as i wake up, i give him a call, but it goes straight to voicemail. No surprise there. Today is Thursday, and i'm hoping to hear something from the mechanics. My car has been in the shop six days, and i'm desperate to have it back. I may love my skateboard, but boy i miss my baby. After giving Scott a quick call to see if he's heard anything, which is a no, i decide to lounge about for a while, deciding that if Derek needs any help, he'd let me know. The morning is spent watching cartoons again, but i'm not really concentrating. The brooding wolf is stuck at the front of my mind, and it seems he doesn't want to leave. Just after 1, I decide to head out for a while to the coffee shop, needing some caffeine to calm my nerves.
Noah is once again working there, and we chat idly about College for him and school for me, before once i again i take the window seat. Pulling out the book we're reading in English, i flip to the page i left off on, and slowly begin to read. Time flies by, and before i know it it's just after three and i've just turned the last page. My phone begins to shriek, rock music blasting out loudly. Thinking its Derek, i pull it out of my pocket quickly, and answer without checking the screen. 'Derek?' I ask hopefully. Stiles groans at the other end. 'No, i'm not Derek, but i'm with him now. Where are you? He was shot last night and he's not healing.' He tells me. I let out a small sigh of relief. 'Is he okay? And i'm not at home. I'm in the coffee shop we go to, come pick me up?' I ask him. He agrees and tells me he's on his way, and that i have to wait outside for them.
When they get here, I can tell something's wrong with Derek straight away. He's shockingly pale, and a small skin of sweat is starting to form over his body. 'Dude, you look terrible.' I tell him once i'm in the back and we're on our way. He shoots me a glare, but doesn't reply. 'So, where we going Stilinski?' I ask him, turning to face him. This makes Derek perk up. 'His house.' Stiles mutters, as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. 'What?' Derek shouts. 'No, you can't take me there!' This makes Stiles take his eyes off the road. 'Erm, Stiles? Eyes on the road buddy!' I say to him, since we've started to swerve onto the other side. He turns back, but replies to Derek anyway. 'I can't take you to your own house?' He scoffs? I'm imagining Derek's rolling his eyes. 'Not when i can't protect myself.' He bites out.
Suddenly we're pulled up at the side of the road, and Derek is taking his leather jacket off. 'What're you going to do if Scott doesn't find you're magic bullet? Are you dying?' Stiles asks. Derek shakes his head slightly. 'No, not yet. I have a last resort.' He replies with. I butt in before Stiles can say anymore. 'What last resort?' Stiles gives me a look, as if he'd forgotten that i was there. Instead of replying, Derek rolls up his sleeve, revealing a very nasty looking gunshot wound. Black veins have made their way up his arm, passing the wound and heading up into his bicep. 'Oh my god, what the hell is that?' Stiles whines. I look away, unable to look any longer. Derek turns a little to face him. 'Start the car, now.' Stiles just scoffs. 'Look, i don't think you should be barking out orders with the way you look. Infact, i bet if i wanted to, i could drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead!' He half shouts.
I tut. 'Not helping Stiles!' I hiss at him. Derek's eyes flicker towards me, and then back to Stilinski. 'Start the car now, otherwise i'm going to rip your throat out, with my teeth.' This sends Stiles into action. After staring, mouth open for a few seconds, he turns and starts the car, defeated. When we finally get hold of Scott, he's not happy. 'I was in the middle of a family dinner!' He hisses down the phone. 'Where do you want me to take him?' Stiles groans down the phone. I tune out, concentrating on Derek's arm, which is looking worse by the minute. 'Will it kill you once the infection reaches your heart?' I ask quietly. The look i receive back is enough. I frown a little. Stiles breaks my concentration with a loud sigh. 'You're never going to guess where he's telling me to take you.' He mutters, passing the phone over to Derek.
'Did you get it?' The first words out of his mouth. Scott clearly answers no, because Derek growls slightly. They talk a little more, until Derek eventually says 'Well think about this, the alpha is going to call you out against your will again, most likely Rogue this time too. You need me to survive. Find the bullet.' And then hangs up. It had never crossed my mind that i may be called out myself, since i was bitten by the same alpha. Stiles pulls up outside the vets, and switches off the car. 'He says the spare key is behind a dumpster in the alley. R, you help Derek while i go find it.' He instructs, and then hops out and walks briskly into the darkness. Giving Derek a look, i climb over the seats and get out of Stiles' side. Walking round to the passenger side, i pull open the door and help him get out. 'Why'd you have to be so heavy? I have werewolf strength, and Jesus Christ!' I groan once he's got his arm around me.
The glare i get in return is not amused. Huffing and puffing, i manage to carry him down the alleyway to the waiting door that is now open thanks to Stiles. While Stiles punches in the code, i deposit Derek on some bags of dog food, and he leans back against the wall, out of breath slightly. Finally, Stiles phone beeps, alerting him he has a text. 'Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?' he asks once he's read it. Derek perks up a little at this. 'It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.' He replies. Stiles gives me a look, and then asks. 'Why?' I roll my eyes while Derek is replying. 'Because i'm going to die without it.'
We finally make it into the back, and Derek takes his top off, and for a second i can't take my eyes off him. His abs are to die for, and the tattoo in the middle of his back makes him look hotter. Dragging my eyes away, i head over to a wall to lean against while Derek searches the cupboards. 'You know, that's nothing a good night sleep won't heal.' Stiles mutters. I roll my eyes at him. Derek, who's still looking for something replies with 'When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me.' Stiles tuts, and replies with some sort of smart assed remark. I rifle through some of the drawers, trying to find anything that could possibly help, but come up empty handed. 'Are you dying?' Stiles asks. Derek shakes his head. 'No, I have a last resort.' He mutters. Stiles laughs shakily. 'What last resort?' He asks, exasperated. Derek turns around, saw in hand. 'One of you two are going to cut off my arm.'
I pale at that. Excuse me? 'What if you bleed to death?' I interject, wanting to make sure he's though of this thoroughly. Stiles stares between us. 'It'll heal if it works.' He says, while tying a blue ribbon around his bicep. 'If? Are you kidding?' Stiles shouts. I shudder at the thought. Putting the saw on the table, I speak up. 'Well it's not going to be me, I've seen enough bad shit in my life, and i certainly do NOT want to see a chopped off arm, so i'll wait outside.' I say. Derek grabs my arm. 'No you won't. You can help out.' He says croakily. I can tell he's getting weaker by the second; his skin is turning even more paler, if that's possible, and his whole upper body is covered in sheen of sweat. I shake my head violently as Stiles speaks up. 'Look dude, I'm not sure if i can do this.'
Derek sighs and drops his arm onto the table. 'Why not?' He asks impatiently. Dude, do you not realise you're asking up to chop off a limb? Stiles tuts. 'Because of the cutting of the flesh, the sawing of the bone and especially the blood!' He says in a 'duh' exasperated tone. I nod my head vigorously, agreeing with him. 'You faint at the sight of blood?' Derek asks annoyed. I roll my eyes. 'No, but we might at the sight of a chopped off arm!' I reply, speaking for both of us. Stiles nods, clearly agreeing with what i'm saying. Derek grabs Stile's collar, and yanks him forward. 'Look, either you cut off my arm, or i'll cut off your head.' He threatens. I roll my eyes. The guy is dying, yet he can still muster up a threat. Stiles splutters. 'Okay, totally, i'll do it.' However, Derek doesn't let go, he just leans to the side of the table and throws up some black blood. I turn away, my stomach already queasy from the thought of a chopped off arm. 'What the hell is that?' Stiles squeaks. I stay turned away, unable to look.
'My body, trying to heal itself.' Derek chokes out. I cover my mouth, and turn back around. 'Well it's not doing a very good job is it!' Stiles exclaims. I focus my eyes on Stiles, and not the floor or Derek. If i do, i think i may actually throw up. 'Now, you got to do it now!' Derek shouts. Stiles pales, and begins to shake a little. 'Look, i don't think i can.' He replies. I take a quick glance at Derek, and he looks pissed. His eyes though, they're scared, and i immediately know that he doesn't want to die. Mustering all the courage i have left, i speak up. 'I'll do it, i don't want you to die and if this means you live then i do it. But don't expect me to do anything like this ever again!' i say quietly, walking up to the table. With the saw in hand, i place it against Derek's arm, and i see the slight look of relief in his eyes. 'Ok – Okay, here goes.' I whimper. However, before i can turn the saw on, i hear footsteps, and Scott shouting. 'Stiles? Rogue?'
I drop the saw, and turn to face him, a look of relief evident on my face. 'What the hell are you doing?' He shouts after looking at the saw and Derek. 'Did you get it?' Derek asks eagerly. Scott nods, and pulls the bullet out of his pocket. 'Gimmie!' Derek orders. After passing it over, Stiles speaks up. 'What're you going to do with it?' Derek begins to speak, but then passes out, collapsing onto the floor, the bullet falling down a grate. 'No!' Scott shouts. I and Stile drop down next to Derek, trying to wake him up. 'I think he's dying! I think he's dead!' Stiles shouts. I roll my eyes, and check for a pulse. It's slow, but there's defiantly one there. Stiles slaps his cheek a few times, but there's no respond, so pushing him out of the way i ball a fist and swing down, effectively punching him in the face. Scott screams 'I got it!' as Derek comes around. My knuckles hurt, but i don't mind, because Derek's currently lighting some powder in from the tip of the bullet. It turns an awesome blue, and it looks pretty. It's enthralling to look at, but i snap out of it as Derek shuffles it into his hand, and pushes the powder into his wound. I wince at that, it looks extremely painful, and the screams leaving his mouth means i'm right.
The wound closes up, and the black veins disappear, and we all stare. Holy god, that was awesome. Stiles voices my thoughts, and i give him a small grin. Crisis averted, and all have every limb. That was way too close. Giving a hand up, Scott asks him if he's alright. 'Well, apart from the agonizing pain.' He mutters back, eyes finding mine. He looks relieved and slightly happy. I give him a small smile, which he returns for a second, and then it's gone. 'Right, we helped you. So you're going to leave us alone. ALL of us.' Scott starts, glancing at me. I roll my eyes. 'And if you don't, I'm going to go back to the Argents and tell them everything. Then i'm going to phone Zak and tell him that you're hurting R.' He says confidently. My mouth drops open. So much for giving him a chance! Derek looks furious. 'You trust them?' he asks. Scott nods. 'They're a helluva lot nicer than you!' He replies. I feel laughter building in my chest, and i feel it spilling through my mouth. It's that sort of manic laughter that happens when something bad happens and you survive it. Everyone turns to me, confused. Eventually Derek replies. 'I'll show you just how nice they are.'
He grabs my arm, and tells Stiles to go home. Scott follows us, slightly curious. Where the hell are we going?
AN: I found it so hard to write this chapter, that's why it's a little late. Kate Argent gets me so mad, and even looking at her makes me want to rip her head off, so i was really tempted to kill her off before she could do some damage, but i went against the idea and decided to follow the storyline. Hope this is okay, and please review! :)
