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I was rudely brought out of my deep slumber by my phone endlessly buzzing in my nightstand. I blindly reached over, answering before even checking to see who it was.
Hello?
Addie.. I need your help.
Derek? What on earth do you need my help with at… 2:30 in the morning?
You'll see, just meet me outside in five minutes.
My bleary eyes were still trying to adjust as I unwillingly climbed out of bed. I quickly threw on a sports bra and pulled my shirt back over my head, tugging on some Nike pros and a pair of slides. I quietly creeped down the stairs and slipped out the door, Derek's Camaro pulling up right as I stepped out. He stumbled out of the car clutching his arm to his chest.
"I got shot. I need you to help bandage me up, it won't take long we just need to go to my house." Derek panted.
"Shouldn't you.. oh I don't know, be going to a hospital?" I asked as I pulled his arm away from his chest, looking at his bloody wound that was glowing a dull blue.
"You know good and well I can't go to the hospital for multiple reasons. Now come on before someone sees us." Derek huffed. I nodded and started making my way to the passengers side but before I could Derek climbed in. "Oh, you need to drive." He said. I looked down with a small grin. I got to drive his car.
I carefully but quickly drove to the Hale house, making sure to ask how Derek was feeling every little bit until we got there. When we arrived I helped him into the house, sitting him down on the couch and quickly went to grab his first aid kit. When I got back he had leaned his head back on the couch, his breathing labored.
"So, you want to tell me how the hell this happened?" I asked as I pulled his arm out and started cleaning it off with an alcohol wipe. He winced as I softly grazed over the wound to clean it off.
"I was out hunting the Alpha, and I almost had him, too. I went to jump buildings towards him when one of them shot me. An Argent." He said. "I also got the bullet out earlier, so you don't have to worry about that." He added.
Once I was done cleaning the wound, I added some Neosporin then pulled out the gauze wrap.
"Wait, so Allison's dad shot you?" I questioned, looking up at him for the first time since I began nursing him. His skin had paled slightly and I could tell he was in pain.
"No, not her dad, Her Aunt. She just got in tonight, and she's already causing trouble. Always does." He said, his voice dropping off at the end.
"So what are you going to do? Just wait until that thing heals and then keep trying?" I asked, finishing his arm up and putting my full attention on him.
"I guess we'll have to see how things play out." He said, pulling himself off the couch, his face scrunching up in pain. I shot up off the couch and grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him back to face me, the now familiar sparks shot through me when I touched him. When he turned our faces ended up inches apart, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I swallowed them back, not telling our close proximity get the best of me.
"Just promise me that you won't go and do anything stupid to get yourself even more hurt than you already are." I whispered, unable to get my voice any louder.
"If me getting hurt stops the Alpha from hurting other people, then I can't do that." He said in a low voice, matching mine.
"I meant with the hunters, and you know it." I clarified. His eyes flickered down to my lips for a moment, causing my heart to speed up, and I looked down, knowing he could hear it.
"I'll try. Now come on, we need to get you back home." He said, gently pulling his arm out of my grasp and walking past me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and followed him. He opened the passengers side door for me and I got in. I guess now that he wasn't profusely bleeding out he could safely drive.
I reached over and grabbed the Aux cord he bought for me and plugged it in, letting the sound of 'Heaven in Hiding' by Halsey play through the speakers. The ride back to my house was relatively quiet, thankfully. Being this close to Derek stirred up something in me and I didn't know if it was a good thing or not. I mean, I knew I had a thing for him, that was pretty obvious, but he was so hard to read. I never knew what he was feeling unless he wanted me to know. I was glad when Derek pulled to a stop a few houses down from mine, ready to climb back in my bed for a few short hours.
"So, I'm going to guess you want me to keep this from Scott and Stiles?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"Yeah. They don't need to know anything unless things take a drastic turn for the worst." He said, looking straight ahead.
"You got it." I said, climbing out of the car. Before I could shut the door he called out to me.
"Hey, thank you for helping me. I mean it." He said with a softness to his voice that I'd never heard before.
"Anytime." I replied with a grin.
I quietly shut the door and walked up to my house, trying to be as stealth as possible so I wouldn't wake Scott up. I tiptoed up the stairs, avoiding the creaky parts I've come to memorize over the years. When I reached my room I happily fell into my bed and nestled under my blankets, falling asleep before I even knew it.
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The next day in class I was sitting with my head cupped in my hands, my eyes on the brink of not opening after every blink. I was still exhausted from Derek's late night emergency and had already downed coffee and an energy drink, and so far nothing was helping. Apparently Scott had filled Stiles in on what Derek told him about the alpha because now all I could hear was him questioning Scott.
"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know." Scott replied with a shrug.
"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know." Scott repeated. Stiles flung back in his seat with a harsh sigh.
"Does Allison's dad know about the…" Stiles started.
"I don't know!" Scott raised his voice, turning around to look at Stiles. His eyes widened when he realized the whole class had turned around to look at him. By that time the teacher had sat my graded test on my desk, I smiled when I saw the red 'A' circled at the top. Stiles and I exchanged high fives for our high scores. We peeked over Scott's shoulder to see a 'D-' on his paper.
"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles said. Scott signed and flipped over his paper harshly on his desk. "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?" Stiles asked.
"No." Scott said with a sigh. "I'm studying with Allison after school today." He informed us.
"That's my boy." Stiles said proudly causing me to roll me eyes.
"We're just studying." Scott clarified.
"Uh-uh. No, you're not." Stiles corrected.
"I'm not?" Scott asked.
"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to god I'll have you de-balled." Stiles said. I did my best to tune this conversation out, I really didn't want to hear about my brother getting it on with my friend.
"Okay, just stop it with the questions man." Scott thankfully told Stiles.
"Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me." Stiles said, causing me to chuckle.
I was shoving my books into my bag when our last class and been released early when I paused, hearing a familiar voice around the corner.
"Where's Scott or Addie McCall?" I heard Derek ask.
"Why should I tell you?" I heard the unfortunate voice of Jackson ask. I decided to wait a few moments to make my presence known, maybe let Derek scare him a bit.
"Because I asked you politely. And I only do that once." Derek told him. I'd love to see Derek kick Jackson's ass, that would be great.
"Hmm. Okay, tough guy. How about I help you find them if you tell me what you're selling Scott? What is it? Is it Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?" Jackson asked, obviously still convinced that Scott is taking steroids to make him better at Lacrosse.
"Steroids?" Derek asked with a scoff.
"No, Girl Scout Cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about? By the way, whatever it is you're selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked." Jackson said. My eyebrows furrowed, had he done something else to get himself hurt, or was the wound not healing?
"I'll find them myself." Derek said.
"No, we're not done here." Jackson said. A few seconds later I heard a crash against the lockers and I finally walked around the corner. When I saw that Derek had Jackson pinned to a locker I bit back a smirk.
"Derek, what are you doing here?" I asked, jogging up to them and laying a gentle hand on his back, I felt him slightly relax. He let go of Jackson and I noticed his claws were out. My eyes widened and tugged his arm down before anyone saw.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me away as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast at the moment. I looked up at him to see his normally tanned skin looked pale and milky. More than it had been when I left last night. Once we were far enough away Derek collapsed back against a wall, his breathing harsh, like walking the few feet had taken everything out of him. I studied him, worried about what was going on. Right when I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong the final bell rang, and Derek winced covering his ears.
"Come on, we have to find Scott. Help hold me up, I'm getting weak. I'll explain when I find him." Derek said. I nodded and put my arm around his waist on the good side and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and leaned on me slightly. I didn't know how my small frame was supposed to help hold up his large one, but I would do what I could to help him.
We made our way to the parking lot as quickly as we could while also keeping an eye out for Scott or Stiles. We stepped out in the road and Derek help his arm up, Stiles' Jeep screeching to a halt before he ran into us.
"Oh, my God." I heard Stiles exclaim. I looked up at Derek who was starting to wobble in my grip. Before I could do anything he fell from under my arm and collapsed onto the ground. I quickly kneeled down to try and help him sit up. "You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere." I heard Stiles mutter from in the Jeep.
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" Scott asked running up so us, as Stiles finally climbed out of the Jeep and came over to us.
"I was shot." Derek huffed.
"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles pointed out.
"No shit Sherlock." I snapped at him while shooting him a glare.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked.
"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." Derek said. Well, that would have been a great thing for him to tell me last night, but I guess that tiny bit of information wasn't important then.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked with excitement in his voice.
"No, you idiot." Derek shot back.
"Wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott said, recalling something.
"What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek panted.
"The one who shot you." Scott stated. My eyes widened. I reached over and smacked the back of his head.
"You were there and you didn't help him?" I asked. Scott's reply was cut off by Derek groaning in pain, his eyes flashing Blue as they did when he shifted.
Horns honking behind us reminded us we were still in the school parking lot, we needed to get Derek away from here and fast.
"What are you doing? Stop that." Scott said, trying to get Derek to control himself.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't." He growled.
"Derek, get up." Scott demanded. Scott scrambled off the ground and went to pull Derek up. "Help me put him in your car." He instructed Stiles. The honks behind us becoming even more impatient.
Once Derek was in the passengers seat I ran around and climbed in through the drivers side, scooting over so I was sitting directly behind Derek.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." He instructed Scott.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked in a panic.
"She's an Argent. She's with them." Derek informed him.
"Why should I help you?" Scott asked.
"Because you need me." Derek said.
"Fine, I'll try." Scott gave in. "Hey, get him out of here." He told Stiles as he finally climbed into the drivers side.
"I have you for this so much." Stiles said to Scott right before he peeled off.
We had been driving for a while and Derek was looking worse by the second. Minima conversation had been made, and by the looks of it I could tell Derek wasn't up for it anyway. Stiles had called Scott, but it went to voicemail, so he resorted to texting him to find out if he'd found the bullet yet. We all huffed when he said he'd need more time, probably for different reasons. Stiles just wanted Derek away from him, I hated to see Derek like this, and well I'm sure Derek probably just wanted to be himself again.
"Come on. Try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there." Stiles said.
"Almost where?" I asked, not knowing he'd had a location in mind.
"His house." Stiles said as if it was the most obvious thing.
"What? No, you can't take me there." Derek said, his voice strained.
"I can't take you to your own house? Stiles asked, dumbfounded.
"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek shot back. Stiles huffed and pulled off to the side of the road, parking the Jeep and turning to Derek.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" Stiles asked, his voice just a notch below yelling.
"Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek said, looking paler and weaker than he had a few moments ago. I furrowed my brows and shot up so I was in-between the seats, looking over at Derek.
"What do you mean? What last resort?" I questioned. Instead of answering me, Derek pulled his sleeve up, revealing the no longer clean wound I had left him with yesterday. Blood was pooling all around it, and his veins surrounding it were black.
"Oh, my God! What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out." Stiles said, sounding like he was about to be sick. I reached over and ran a comforting hand though Derek's hair.
"Start the car. Now." Derek demanded.
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look. 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 snapped at him.
"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek told Stiles as he looked him dead in the eyes. Stiles stared back at him for a moment before he huffed and started the car. I leaned back with a smug smile on my face.
It had been a few hours and we haven't heard anything, and Derek was looking worse. I decided to text him and tell him.
To: Scott
Derek not looking good.
Hopefully that would kick him to gear a little. Or maybe not, who knows what was on his agenda. I know mine was helping save Derek.
I know I haven't updated in what seems like forever and I'm sorry! I've been working 48+ hours a week, and trying to have a social life at the same time, but I am back now! I hope to have the next chapter up by the end of the week. I also know this chapter is very short, but it was the best I could do! I love you guys and I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think! I love you all and see you soon!
