"Lord have mercy on our souls." Sarah breathed out when Scott told the Stilinskis what had transpired that night when he met up with Derek.
"When you say that, I'm not sure if you're relieved or shell-shocked." Stiles told his sister.
"Both. It's usually both." Sarah responded. "By the way, I told you none of it was Derek."
"Ok, just because that's what he said doesn't mean he's telling the truth."
"He was." Scott spoke up. "His heart didn't bleep."
"Maybe next time you'll listen to me."
"Just because you have a crush on Derek-." Stiles began.
"Jesus Christ! Will you drop the whole crush thing? We're not in third grade anymore! And I could say the same thing about you with Lydia. Just because you have a crush on her doesn't make her any less of a controlling bitch that tried too hard to be likable."
"Wait, was that analogy supposed to be you admitting that you have a crush on Derek Hale?" Stiles knew how to push his sister's buttons. Sarah only groaned and made to leave the bedroom only to come back with a thoughtful expression, also knowing how to push her brother's buttons.
"What if I admitted I had a crush on Derek? Would that make it better? Would it make everything easier about how I wanted to have him push me against a tree and just ravish me?" Sarah brushed her hands against her body in a provocative manner. "Oh, yeah. That hard, muscular body on top of mine and that stubble all over my body, oh, yes!"
"Oh, my God! Please stop doing that!" Stiles begged. Sarah laughed and Scott looked horrified. "Jesus, I'm going to have nightmares for a year. I hope you know that you're paying for my therapy." Sarah cackled before heading to her room.
"I'll stop if you quit blaming my instinct on a school-girl crush!" She called out from her closet, fingering her chosen nightwear. "I thought you knew me better than that, little brother." She fiddled with the hem of her pajama shirt before it fell to the ground. She cursed her cold, nimble fingers before picking it up and seeing an old Polaroid lying on the ground of her closet. It was her fifth birthday party. She was blowing out the candles and Derek Hale was nearby, smiling as she did so. Sarah grinned and placed it on her bedside table before heading to the bathroom to take her medicine and then back to her bedroom to fall asleep. She dreamed of cake and ice cream that night.
After first period, Sarah headed to her locker to get her books for her next class. When the bell rang and she could still hear two distinct voices, she turned around to see Jackson and Derek conversing. From what she could tell, Derek looked ready to topple over and Jackson wanted to know if Derek was selling Scott steroids.
"All right, tough guy." Sarah practically had to pull Derek and Jackson apart as Jackson tried to get Derek back to face him but the werewolf lashed out. "I told you to watch it, Whittemore." She warned as she pulled Derek away by his left hand. "And you…" She pulled her own hand away, confused at the wet, sticky substance. "What the hell happened?" She eased up as she saw his wince of pain and she moved to the other side. She leaned him up against a wall. "Hey, breathe." He seemed focused on something else until the bell rang right above his head and he cringed in pain. Sarah knew that werewolves had heightened senses; Scott had the same problem the day after he'd been bitten. But from what Sarah knew, Derek had been born a werewolf. He should be able to control it. She knew something was wrong, hence the blood. But she didn't know what and Derek wasn't saying anything. "Come on. Let's go find my brother."
"No, I need Scott."
"Scott doesn't have a car. My brother and I do. You need to go to a hospital."
"No!" He pulled away violently, taking Sarah by surprise. "I can't go there."
"So it has to do with your furry little problem." Derek nodded weakly. "Well, why don't you tell me what happened? If you don't tell me, then I can't help you." And then it occurred to Sarah that perhaps he simply didn't have the energy to speak just yet. "Ok, we find Stiles, we find Scott. C'mon." She had him lean on her as they half-walked, half-crawled their way to the parking lot, stopping in front of the jeep. Horns began honking immediately, to which Sarah began yelling and flipping people off.
"What the hell?" Scott suddenly appeared.
"You keep asking that, when it's quite obvious that Derek is in a fitful state." Sarah commented.
"I was shot." Derek finally got out.
"He's not looking so good." Stiles was panicking.
"Why aren't you healing?"
"He can't!" Sarah practically yelled. "Don't you think he would have if he could?"
"It was a different kind of bullet."
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked.
"No, you idiot." Derek growled out.
"Hey, there's no need for name-calling right now." Derek glared at Sarah, who glared right back.
"That's what she meant when she said that you have 48 hours."
"What?" Derek and Sarah asked simultaneously.
"Who said 48 hours?" Derek wanted to know.
"The one who shot you." Scott answered. Suddenly, a burst of pain spread through Derek's body and his eyes flashed a vivid blue. He couldn't control the werewolf gene.
"What are you doing? Stop that!"
"He can't, Scott!" Sarah defended the older werewolf. "C'mon, let's get you up." And with that, she helped lift Derek into the jeep.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet was used." Derek told Scott.
"How the hell-?"
"She's an Argent." So there was another hunter in town.
"Why should I help you?"
"Why should you help anyone, Scott?" Sarah asked. "Why should Derek help you with your own furry little problem? Why should anyone help anyone?"
"Look, Sarah, you have a good point, as always. But being philosophical in a parking lot full of teenagers who want to get home probably isn't your best bet right now." Stiles pointed out.
"Fine. I'll try." Scott gave in as Stiles hopped into the driver's seat with Sarah seated in the middle. "Get him out of here."
"I hate you for this so much." Stiles grumbled out before driving off.
Ok, so you guys have been pretty good about continuing to review or message me. Let's keep it up! It really brings a smile to my face when I see how enthralled you are by bits and pieces of my originality here. A couple of you commented that you thought that it was going too fast, please elaborate on that. And a few people have wanted to see doctor's appointments as well as more originality from Sarah. Fear not! Those bits are coming. :)