Disclaimer: I do not own Teen wolf.
Hi guys. Now that the Alpha is revealed on Teen Wolf, I have figured out the rest of the plot for the story. However, I have to admit that I'm not too happy with how the show is starting to portray Derek… the writers are making him look more vulnerable and weak with each episode and I'm not feelin it. It kinda pisses me off actually… Anyways. Enjoy
"Why aren't you healing yourself?" Scott asked as I continued to stare at Derek. I couldn't move my body as my mind panicked at the sight of Derek laying helpless on the couch fighting for every breath.
"It's a different kind of bullet," he replied breathlessly.
"What kind was it?" Scott asked as his eyebrows pulled together in concentration.
Derek finally opened his eyes and looked up at him. "That's what I need you to find out."
Scott blinked and shook his head. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"Allison," Derek stated. Suddenly I snapped out of my trance.
"Allison?" I repeated, turning towards Scott. "Your girlfriend? What does she have to do with this?"
Scott frowned down at me while I knelt by Derek as if he had forgotten that I was in the room.
"It was one of the Argent's. Her aunt," Derek paused to catch his breath, ignoring my question. His face was getting paler by the second. "You need to find out what kind of bullet they used."
"Allison's aunt did this?" I shrieked.
"But she has no idea! I can't just ask her!" Scott argued. I was starting to feel a little heated as I was once again ignored.
Abruptly, I pushed myself off of the ground to stand in fury. "Will one of you please explain what Allison has to do with this!" I bellowed. I glanced between Scott and down at Derek who finally looked at me. He hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Allison's family are werewolf hunters," he explained with a hint of anger in his weakened voice.
"Hold on," I took a step back and pinched the bridge of my nose for a moment. "Did you say your girlfriend? Werewolf hunters? What the hell are you thinking, Scott!" I became so overwhelmed as my head started to swirl.
"I don't have time for this, Karaline!" Scott yelled back, putting up his hand to motion for me to stop talking.
Just as I was about to swat Scott's hand away, Derek continued, "If he doesn't bring back the exact bullet that I was shot with, then I'll be dead within a couple hours."
My heart stopped as I processed his words. Everything about Allison and werewolf hunters had disappeared from my mind as I stared down at him – dying.
"What if I can't find-"
"SCOTT!" I interrupted my cousin unexpectedly. Both of the boys jumped back slightly in alarm. I narrowed my eyes and pointed towards the front door. "Find it," I commanded. He straightened up his posture and gulped – for a moment he was speechless. It was rare that I ever used this tone with anyone, however, I knew it was necessary with my hard-headed cousin. Suddenly I was reminded of my Aunt Melissa and how she would use the exact same tone whenever Scott misbehaved while we were young – frequently.
Scott faced both his palms up at me, motioning for me to calm down. "Okay," he said in defeat. "I'll go." Derek and I watched him as he turned and bolted out the door.
As soon as Scott was gone I ran to the kitchen. "Don't move!" I called out to Derek as I rummaged through all the cupboards until I found what I needed. I quickly filled the bucket at the sink and grabbed the hand towel hanging by the oven before racing back to the couch. "Where is it?" I asked referring to the bullet as I knelt down next to him.
"My arm," he said as he glanced down to his left forearm. I reached forward and took off Derek's signature leather jacket, slowing down once I noticed him wince as I attempted to pull on the left sleeve. Once I got it off, I admit that it was not a pretty sight. The deep wound was seeping blood as his veins were starting to turn a faint black. I wasn't exactly the bravest person when it came to the sight of blood, but my mother's nursing instincts kicked in. I knew that I was limited as to what I could do to help heal Derek considering it was a "magic bullet" however I would try my best.
Derek's Point of View
It was a pain that was indescribable - something that I had never experienced before. Though the bullet ran through my forearm, its painful venom continued to spread throughout my body. My chest ached with every breath I attempted to take and my hands were shaking. My entire body felt clammy as sweat gathered at my forehead while I felt chills run through me. All of a sudden, I felt something warm pressed against my forehead.
I snapped my eyes open to find someone sitting next to me, pressing a damp towel to my face. Her free arm was placed on the couch by the other side of my body for support as she hovered over me, while perched at the edge of the couch by my waist. Suddenly my heart rate slowed. I actually felt relieved as she dabbed the warm towel on my forehead to my cheeks and neck. Though the pain hadn't receded at all, it did help. However, even as the excruciating fire continued to flicker from my arm to the rest of my body, somehow my mind drifted elsewhere.
I stared up at the girl, studying her face as she intently focused on her task. It was the first time that I been able to really look at her since the night she was saved. Her body was tense as she turned slightly to rinse and squeeze out the cloth while her dark blue eyes glimmered in distress. Her full lips lightly frowned as her long soft, brown locks fell over her shoulders, framing her heart shaped face perfectly. Strangely, I felt the urge to reach up and touch her.
From the moment I first saw her, I knew it, however I always stopped myself from thinking about it – the girl was beautiful. She was perfect.
I cleared my throat unintentionally but winced as I felt it burn from dryness. Karaline finally looked at me in concern then swiftly vanished from the couch into the kitchen, and just as fast as she was gone, she was by my side again, this time with a glass of water.
"Here," she offered. I shook my head.
"No, I'm fine," I stated.
Her lips hardened into a line. "Drink it, Derek," she directed. I didn't have the strength to fight back and frankly, I really was thirsty. Karaline carefully placed a hand behind my back to help me sit up slowly, making sure that she didn't move my arm. I felt ridiculous that she had to actually help me do something as simple as sit up, but my body was too weak. I took the glass with my free hand and chugged the entire thing within a few seconds.
I watched Karaline as she took the empty glass and placed it on the coffee table before grabbing the damp cloth again.
"You don't have to do this, you know," I said. Suddenly she stopped moving and looked up at me as anger surged her eyes.
"Why don't I just sit here and watch you die," she replied harshly before rolling her eyes and picking up where she left off with the cloth. Her tone surprised me. "Don't be ridiculous, Derek," she muttered as her sweet scent engulfed me once she leaned closer.
We sat there in silence for a while as she continued to clean me up. Though the pain didn't stop, to an extent, I felt a little better. I watched her angelic face as anger faded to concern yet again and concentration washed over her eyes. I was so focused on her that I didn't see what was coming next.
"FUCK!" I jumped back abruptly, pulling my left arm with me.
"I'm sorry!" Karaline shrieked. I glanced at her in disbelief as she stared at me with guilt on her face.
"That hurts," I said after a moment.
"I'm sorry," she repeated as her eyes softened. "I was just trying to clean up the blood. I won't touch it anymore," she reassured as she slowly put down the cloth inside the bucket. I eyed her, still unsure – the girl was a good liar, even for me. "I promise," she encouraged. "Please, just lay back down. You need to rest."
I sighed as my head began to spin before slowly leaning back down on the couch.
For the next couple of hours, I had no choice but to lay on the couch as the excruciating pain grew. Karaline grew restless as we continued to sit and wait. It was rare that another person was ever more impatient than me, however, she was the exception. At one point she gave up and called Scott to find out any news on his search to find the bullet.
"Did you two forget that it's four in the morning?" Scott asked. "I tried to sneak into the house but it's too risky. I need to wait a couple more hours. Don't pressure me, Karaline!"
Karaline's Point of View
After I had cooked Derek breakfast and forced him to eat it, I leaned back on the other side of the wrap-around white couch. It was around 8 in the morning by now and my lids were starting to get heavy. After he had refused to let me clean the wound, I at least convinced him to let me wrap his forearm with some gauze that I found in the bathroom. I peered over at Derek who was still sprawled out on the couch - his skin gained just a pinch of color after he had eaten, however he was still very pale and it was hard not to miss the pain spread out on his face.
"Karaline, go to sleep," he said faintly as he stared across at me. His weakened voice made my heart drop. It wasn't right to see him so frail.
"No," I refused. "I'm fine."
Derek narrowed his eyes at me. "You're stressing me out."
My eyes widened. "I'm stressing you out?" I asked in disbelief.
"You're freaking out so much, that you're starting to make me freak out," he affirmed.
"I'm surprised that you're not already freaking out!" she barked back, her voice starting to rise. Karaline scooted towards the edge of the couch unintentionally, leaning towards me. "You're dying, Derek," she said as if I already didn't know.
"Thank you for pointing that out, Karaline," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the girl. "But I don't need you to make the situation more stressful by panicking. Calm down."
Suddenly she clenched her jaw and pushed herself off of the couch. Her blue eyes narrowed at me in agitation. "Well I'm sorry that I actually care about you." With that she turned on her heels and stormed into her room, slamming the door as I stared after her, speechless.