Chapter Seven
A couple of days have passed since they found out that there was an alpha in town and it was now Friday, which Wendy couldn't help but be thankful for. She couldn't wait to sleep in, she hated getting up so early in the morning and people who were close to her knew that. Things between her and Stiles were now back to normal, something else that she was thankful for.
She sat in World History class with Stiles and Scott, with Stiles asking Scott who bit him if Derek wasn't the alpha. Wendy sat doodling in her notebook, while the teacher began passing out their graded tests. Wendy grinned when she saw that she had an A, she looked over at Stiles and saw that he had an A as well. They high fived each other and then they saw Scott's D-.
"Dude, you need to study more," Stiles said with a laugh and Wendy slapped the back of his head. "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're going to make it up. Do you want help studying?"
"No, I'm studying with Allison after school today," he replied and Wendy let out a snort.
"That's my boy," Stiles said gleefully.
"We're just studying," Scott said and Wendy let out a laugh.
"Uh, no, you're not," Stiles told him.
"No, I'm not?" Scott asked.
"Scotty, I've never had a boyfriend and even I know you're not studying," Wendy told her twin.
"But you and Stiles study all the time," Scott told her.
"Yeah, well, that's because we actually study," she told him, blushing. "Stiles wishes he could not study with me."
"Yeah, right," he said with a snort. "Maybe if you were the last woman on Earth."
"Does that mean you would go gay?" Wendy asked her best friend, grinning, and he glared at her.
"Anyways, if you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled," Stiles said.
"Okay. Just - stop with the questions, man," Scott replied.
"Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek - who still scares me," Stiles said and Wendy stared at him. "Yeah, yeah, you scare me too."
Later that afternoon as Stiles was leaving the school he felt someone jump on his back. He let out a groan when he realized who it was.
"Still need to work on that strength, Stilinski," Wendy told him.
"You really are going to be the death of me," he replied as he hooked onto her legs with his arms.
"Well, you are stuck with me for the rest of your life," she told him.
"What? Did we suddenly get married?" Stiles scoffed.
"Only in your dreams, Stilinski; and no, we didn't. We're best friends and best friends are for life, dude," she replied.
He sighed and carried her to his jeep. She jumped down and slid into the passenger's seat. As he was pulling out of the parking lot, Derek staggered into their path, holding up a hand for him to stop. Stiles slammed on the breaks, the cars behind him started to honk their horns which must have drawn Scott's attention because he was over here in a flash.
"What the hell?" Scott asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I was shot," Derek said.
"He's not looking so good, dude," Stiles said.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott and Wendy asked in unison.
"I can't. It was - it was a different kind of bullet," Derek replied.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked and Wendy hit him on the back of the head. "OW!"
"No, you idiot," Derek replied.
"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours," Scott replied.
"What? Who-who said 48 hours?" Derek asked.
"The one who shot you," he said and Derek's eyes started flashing from green to blue. "What are you doing? Stop that!"
"I don't think he can, Scott," Wendy said.
"Yes, that's what I'm trying to tell you," he said nodding at her in agreement.
Scott hauled Derek up and puts him in the passenger's seat of Stiles' car.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used," Derek told her brother.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked.
"Cause she's an Argent. She's with them," Derek replied.
"Why should I help you?" Scott asked.
"Because you need him," Wendy told her brother.
"She's right," Derek said.
"Yeah, she usually is," Scott muttered. "Fine, I'll try. Hey, get him out of here."
Wendy quickly slid into the backseat, trying to avoid hitting Derek.
"I hate you for this so much," Stiles told him and they drove off.
"You know, you seem to be the smarter twin," Derek said. "How'd that happen?"
"I think it's because I'm a woman and women are generally smarter than men," she replied with sincerity.
"Is that so?" Derek asked.
"I would agree with her, because she's scary when she's mad," Stiles said and shuttered at the thought.
"Scarier than I am?" Derek asked.
"Oh yeah, a hell of a lot scarier, she should never become a werewolf," Stiles said.
"Is that so?" Wendy asked in a low voice and she slowly placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump.
She let out a laugh and sat back in her seat.
"Hey, instead of scaring me, how about you text Scott and ask him if he's found the bullet?" Stiles asked her.
She rolled her eyes and proceeded to text her brother. She waited for a few minutes but he didn't reply.
"He's not answering, he's probably too busy sucking face," Wendy replied.
Derek soon began to take off his jacket which didn't please Stiles at all.
"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, we're almost there," Stiles said.
"Almost where?" Derek and Wendy coursed in unison.
"Your house," Stiles said as he gripped the steering wheel.
"What? No, you can't take me there," Derek told him.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked.
"Not when I can't protect myself," the werewolf replied.
Stiles pulled the car over to the side, angrily, and turned to face Derek. Wendy looked between the two in interest.
"Alright. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" Stiles asked.
"Not yet. I have a last resort," Derek said.
"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles asked as Derek pulled back his sleeve to reveal his wound. "Oh, my God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."
Wendy glared at him and hit him in the back of the head.
"Start the car. Now," Derek growled at him.
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out in the middle of the road and leave you for dead," Stiles said.
"Start the car, or I'm going to rip your throat out . . . with my teeth," Derek said.
Stiles stared at him in horror and then looked at Wendy.
"Don't look at me, I'd let him," she replied and she saw Derek smirk out of the corner of her eye.
Stiles started the car and they drove off. They drove around town for what seemed like hours, the both of them proceeded to text Scott but they didn't get an answer from him. It was nightfall when Scott finally called them.
"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asked him."And by the way, he's starting to smell. Like Death. What about your boss? You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you."
He hands the phone to Derek who wanted to know if Scott found the bullet yet. Derek told him the alpha can call him against his will, next time they either kill together or Scott gets killed, unless Derek can intervene. They hang up.
"So, where are we going?" Wendy said as she took her earphones out of her ears.
"The animal clinic," Stiles said and Wendy snorted.
Later that night, Stiles opens the clinic while Derek stumbles in, falling onto a stack of dog food. Wendy reaches over and helped him up.
"Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet," Derek replied.
"Why?" Stiles asked.
"Cause I'm going to die without it," Derek said.
Stiles and Wendy helped Derek into one of the surgery rooms. Derek took his shirt the rest way off, revealing the triskelion tattoo on his back. Wendy's eyebrows rose as she looked at the muscles in his back and chest. She had to admit that he looked extremely good but she wasn't attracted to him at all but at the moment she wished she was.
"Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles said sarcastically.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," Derek replied.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asked.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time - last resort," he told him.
"Which is?" Stiles asked.
"One of you is going to cut off my arm," Derek said looking between the two.
"Not it," Wendy said as she put her finger on her nose.
Derek slammed a saw down on the table, looking at Stiles and his eyes widened.
"Oh my god, what if you bleed to death?" Stiles asked.
"I'll heal if it works," Derek replied.
Stiles was nervous, unsure if he was able to do this until Derek threatened him by pulling by his shirt and hauling him over the table, which was convincing enough. Derek leaned over the side of the table, puking black blood.
"Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles exclaimed.
"It's my body - trying to heal itself," Derek said.
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it," Stiles replied.
"Now, you gotta do it now," he told him.
Wendy stood in the background, silently watching the interaction and she covered her eyes when she saw Stiles put the saw against Derek's arm.
"Stiles?" she heard her brother's voice and she uncovered her eyes.
"Scott?" Stiles asked.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked.
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares, for both me and Wendy," Stiles said. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you turn so white."
"Shut up, Stilinski," she hissed at him.
"Did you get it?" Derek asked.
Scott handed the bullet off to Derek and just as Stiles asked what he was going to do with it, Derek passed out before he could answer. The bullet rolled into a drain. Stiles and Wendy rushed to his side. Stiles grabbed his face and began slapping his face, trying to wake him up.
"Just hold on! Come on. OH! I got it! I got it!" Scott exclaimed.
"Please don't kill me for this," Stiles muttered and punched the unconscious werewolf in the face. "Ugh! Ow! God!"
Stiles recoiled like he punched a brick wall but Derek woke up. They haul him to his feet and he pulls the bullet out of the cartridge. He empties out the wolfsbane onto the table, lights it on fire, and then shoved ashes into the wound. Derek screamed in pain and fell on the floor again. He writhes but the infection quickly healed.
"That. Was. Awesome!" Stiles said excitedly.
"Are you okay?" Scott and Wendy asked in unison.
"Well, except for the agonizing pain," Derek said sarcastically.
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles replied and the older werewolf glared at him.
"One day, he's going to kill you and I'm going to let him," Wendy said, hissing at him, and Derek snorted.
"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're going to leave us alone, you got that? And if you don't, I'm going to go back to Allison's dad, and I'm going to tell him everything," Scott said and Wendy couldn't help but hit her brother in the back of the head.
"You're going to trust them?" Derek asked. "You think they can help you?"
"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scott exclaimed.
"Scott, they're werewolf hunters, they're not called rabbit hunters. They're called werewolf hunters. They hunt werewolves, which is you are. You are what they hunt, not exactly nice people," Wendy told her brother.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are," Derek said in aggravation.
Wendy went home in Stiles' jeep while Derek took Scott to Beacon Hills Crossing Home. She leaned her head against the window, appreciating the coolness of it. It was silent as Stiles drove her to her house until he parked the car in her driveway.
"Why are you always defending Derek?" Stiles said. "He's an asshole and we don't know for sure that he's not the Alpha."
"He's the only werewolf we know that could help Scott, don't you want to help Scott? We're not werewolves, we can't help him go through this transition. He needs a werewolf friend," Wendy told him. "Derek wouldn't kill the only family he had left."
"Yeah, yeah," Stiles said with a sigh. "I get it. Doesn't mean I have to like him."
"No, no, it doesn't," Wendy said. "See you later, Stiles."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Stiles' cheeks warmed and he gripped the steering wheel. He suddenly had this funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the werewolves bite," Stiles said as she left the jeep, laughing.
As she was crawling into her bed that night her brother burst into her room and threw himself onto her bed.
"What the hell, Scott?" Wendy asked.
"Derek has an uncle that survived the fire," Scott said. "That's what Derek was showing me but he's been in a catatonic state for the last 6 years. The Argents were the ones that set the fire, or so Derek says."
"Scott, you can't trust the Argents. If they had the chance, they would kill you. They already tried to do it once," Wendy told her brother. "Allison, maybe, but I don't know about the rest of her family."
"Ugh," he said, covering his eyes with hands. "I wish I'd never been bitten."
"Yeah, I blame Stiles, you should too. It helps," she said soothingly as she combed her fingers through his hair.
