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Madison POV:
I walked through the hallways of the high school. I still hadn't talked to Stiles since the night before when I basically confessed my crush on him. The halls began emptying as I grabbed the last few things from my locker.
"Where's Scott McCall?" I heard a familiar voice say a few feet away. A group of people stood in front of me blocking my view, but I was pretty sure that that was Derek's voice.
"Why should I tell you?" A haughty voice replied. Damn that had to be Jackson. I peaked around a guy to see Derek and Jackson talking. I hurriedly began stuffing all my things into my backpack and purse.
"Because I asked you politely. And I only do that once." Derek replied. I growled at my jacket that got stuck under some books. I gave it a hard yank causing all my books to fall to the floor. I sighed, so much for hurrying.
"Hmm. Okay, tough guy. How about I help you find him if you tell me what you're selling him? What is it? Is it Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?" Jackson asked. What the hell is that stuff? I put in my last book to my locker and slammed it shut as I put on my jacket.
"Steroids?" Derek asked in a confused voice. Oh. Who in their right mind would think puppy faced Scott would use steroids? Derek looked past Jackson's shoulder and saw me. He began to make his way toward me, but Jackson stepped in front of him.
"No, Girl Scout Cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about?" Jackson asked in a pissy voice.
"Probably just your normal crazy talk." I said as I came to stand next to Jackson. Jackson glared down at me.
"This has nothing to do with you. Why are you even talking to me? Just because Allison brought you and your boyfriend on a date with us doesn't mean that you can talk to me now." Jackson said as he turned back to Derek. Derek and I shared a glance, telling me he was just as annoyed as I was. "By the way, whatever it is your selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked." Jackson said with a cocky voice. I took in Derek's appearance for the first time. He was too pale, and looked sweaty and exhausted. Something was definitely wrong. Derek looked down at the ground. I followed where his eyes were and saw blood dripping down Derek's left hand. I felt my eyes grow comically large as I looked back up at Derek. Derek must have heard my heart beat pick up because when I looked back to him, his eyes were already on me, silently asking for help.
"I'll find him myself." Derek said in a tired voice. I turned to walk with him, but Jackson's hand shot out, shoving me out of the way so that he could grip onto Derek's jacket.
"No, we're not done here." Jackson said, as I barely regained my balance before falling. When I turned around, Derek had Jackson pinned up against the locker.
"Don't push her life that." Derek managed to growl in an exhausting voice. I hurried over and grabbed Derek's arm, pulling him away. As Derek's had came away, his claws came out of Jackson's neck. I gapped at him, but pulled him away all the more faster. After rounding the corner, Derek stopped and leaned against the wall before sinking to the floor.
"Where's Scott." Derek asked breathlessly.
"I don't know." I said a little panicked as I took in his form. I grabbed some tissues from my purse and started wiping Jackson's blood off of Derek's hand.
"What do you mean you don't know?!" Derek growled at me as his eyes flashed blue.
"Don't give me that attitude. What do I look like? A dog sitter?" I asked as I continued to wipe the blood off of Derek.
"Well where's your boyfriend? Scott's always with him." Derek panted as he let his head rest against the wall.
"I'm not dating Stiles and I don't stalk the guy, so, I have no idea where they are." I said as I threw the bloody tissue in a near by trashcan.
"Then where's Raf? I went by her apartment and she wasn't there." Derek grunted as he shifted his position a little.
"Raf's at work. Her phone is always on vibrate and she probably wont be able to hear it at the shop. But she does check her phone through out the day so she might see that I called." I said as I dialed her number. As the phone rang Derek looked in concentration as if he was listening to something. Raf's phone went to voicemail. I huffed a sigh as I hung up and the bell rang. Derek gripped his ears in pain as the bell sounded. I grabbed his arms.
"Hey, calm down. The bell just stopped. Schools over now. Stiles and Scott will be in the parking lot. Can you walk?" I asked as Derek finally calmed down. Derek shook his head uncertainty.
"I don't know." Derek panted.
"Madison. What are you doing?" I looked up at the familiar face of Garrett. I smiled at him.
"Perfect timing. Help me hoist him up and walk him from the building." I said as I leaned down and slung Derek's arm over my shoulder.
"But…Patrick says –" Garrett started but I cut him off with a glare.
"And Raf and I say something different. Are you going to live your entire life fallowing Patrick's judgments or are you going to start making your own?" I asked. Garrett still looked at me uncertainly. I huffed out an annoyed sigh.
"Alright. Derek is obviously hurt. I, your sister, am obviously going to help him. Are you going to help your sister as she helps a hurt person?" I asked. Garrett chewed on his cheek before nodding and bending down to help him up. Derek groaned in pain as we basically drug him down the hallway and front steps of the school. We stopped when we reached the bottom of the stairs in front of the parking lot.
"Where are they?" Garrett asked. Before I could respond, Derek yanked himself out of our grip and stumbled out into the middle of the parking lot in front of a car. I immediately recognized it as Stiles' blue jeep. Luckily Stiles slammed on breaks just in time, right as Derek collapsed. Garrett and I exchanged a confused look before running out in front of the jeep at the same time as Stiles. I helped Derek sit up in a sitting position as Scott ran up.
"What the hell, what are you doing here?" Scott asked. Huh, maybe I should have asked that a while ago…eh, oh well.
"I was shot." Derek panted out. In the sunlight he looked even paler than usual.
"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles said as he eyed Derek warily. Stiles then glanced from Derek to me, as I was rubbing circles on Derek's back. Stiles squinted in confusion. I ignored Stiles' pointed stares as I focused on helping Derek get better.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked in panicked confusion.
"I can't." Derek was barely able to pant out. "It was a different kind of bullet." Derek finished. Like a silver one?
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked excitedly, causing his entire face to light up. Derek glared up at him like he was the bane of his existence.
"No, you idiot." Derek said like it was the stupidest question ever. Yea…who would ever jump to that conclusion…
"Wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott said, causing all our attention to fall back to him.
"What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek panted with a confused look on his face.
"The one who shot you." Scott said as if it were obvious. I stared at him for a few seconds in absolute shock. He was just NOW telling us this?
"Thanks for sharing so quickly with the class, Scott." Garrett said as he rolled his eyes and chewed his cheek to help with nerves. Scott shot Garrett a glared, before our attention was drawn back to Derek as he groaned in pain, causing his eyes to flash electric blue. Cars honked at us impatiently.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" Scott said as he panicked and looked around to make sure that no one else saw.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't!" Derek panted out in an annoyed and tired voice as his eyes continued to flash blue.
"Derek get up." Scott commanded in a slightly annoyed voice. I glared at Scott. How could he be so stupid and insensitive?
"He obviously can't, Scott." I said in a harsh and angry tone. I ignored the feel of Stiles eyes on me as I continued to glare at Scott. Scott finally caved under my stair and hefted up Derek.
"Help me put him in your car." Scott said to Stiles. Stiles quickly ran and opened the side door. Derek managed to get inside the car rather quickly, much to my surprise. Stiles stood at the open driver side door as he looked at Scot threw the open window on the passenger side.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek told Scott, still sounding tired.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked in agitation, obviously just wanting Derek gone. Garrett and I quickly made our way over and stood next to Stiles.
"Cause she's an Argent. She's with them." Derek said, practically pleading with Scott to help him.
"Why should I help you?" Scott said in a voice that clearly said he was through with this entire situation.
"Because you need me." Derek simply stated. Scott looked torn, knowing that Derek was right.
"Also because you would be worse then Jackson on the insensitive prick scale to let another human being die while you could help them." I said in annoyance as Scott completely ignored that fact. Scott glanced at me and nodded in acceptance.
"Fine, I'll try." Scott said as he sighed. "Hey, get him out of here." Scott said to Stiles. Stiles gave Scott a look.
"I hate you for this so much. Why do I have to be alone with him?" Stiles complained. I caught Derek staring at me with eyes that said he was about as thrilled with the idea as Stiles was. Derek slightly jerked his head, telling me to come on. I threw out my arm, stopping Stiles from getting into the car.
"You don't. I'm coming too." I said as I climbed into the back seat. As soon as I sat down, I saw Garrett sitting down next to me.
"What do you think your doing?" I asked Garrett as Stiles climbed in and started driving away.
"I'm coming with you." Garrett said in a voice that you would use to explain to a five year old that the sky is blue.
"Really?" I asked in disbelief. I cocked an eyebrow at him. Wasn't this the kid who was worried about Patrick getting mad at him for helping Derek walk down a hallway?
"You wanted me to start making up my own mind? Well I have. I'm helping my sister." Garrett said as he pulled out his phone and dialed Raf. A few seconds later he huffed in frustration and closed his phone.
"Have you gotten Raf yet?" Derek asked as he leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.
"No." I muttered and huffed out in frustration. Of course the one time she doesn't pick up her phone on the first time we call, it's a life or death situation. Garrett's phone began to buzz in his hand. I looked at him expectantly. Garrett looked at me with a horrified face.
"It's Patrick." Garrett said in a panicked voice. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"So? Patrick's your brother. Just answer it." I said as I laughed a little. Garrett looked at me like I had just signed his death warrant.
"Patrick's going to want to know where we are and if I told him, he would kill me!" Garrett said, as his voice gave a pubescent crack.
"What happened to it was time for you to make your own decisions." I countered. Garrett bounced his leg nervously as he stared at his phone as if it were going to bite him.
"That was before I thought Patrick would know about them. Crap he's calling back." Garrett said as he chewed on his cheek.
"Dude, it's just your older brother. Answer it already." Stiles said from the front seat as we drove around. Garrett sent a glare at Stiles.
"You don't have to endure his noogies, purple nurples, and other treacherous activities." Garrett countered.
"Alright look. Tell him that me and you are staying after school to study with some friends in the library and that Raf will come and pick us up." I countered. Garrett looked at me as if I had a fourth head.
"I can't lie to Patrick! He can tell when I am lying!" Garrett said in a panicked voice. "You do it!" He said as he shoved his phone at me. I immediately shoved it back.
"We don't answer each other's phones. If I answered, he would know that we are lying." I countered.
"Well then you call him from your phone and tell him –" Garrett started but was cut off by Derek.
"Will someone answer the damn phone and make that horrid ringing stop!" Derek growled at us. Garrett took a deep breath and opened the phone.
"Hey, Patrick. Sorry I didn't hear my phone go off…Yes, I'm with Madison…We stayed for a study group after school in the library…No you don't have to wait. Raf is swinging by after work to get us…Ok bye." Garrett hung up the phone and let out a huge sigh. "That was awful. Never make me do that again." I rolled my eyes and him and saw Derek trying to take off his jacket. Taking pity on him, I reached over and helped him pull it off. Stiles looked at my action in annoyance before looking at his phone.
"Come on." Stiles huffed in frustration before turning to look at Derek. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seat, okay?" Stiles said as he gestured to Derek's hurt arm. "We're almost there."
"Almost where?" Derek and I asked at the same time. Stiles glanced at me in the rear view mirror before looking back at Derek and sighing.
"Your house." Stiles said to Derek. Derek's head shot up in alarm.
"What? No, you can't take me there." Derek said, still sounding exhausted.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked in false amusement.
"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Stiles got frustrated and pulled over to the side of the road.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm?" Stiles asked as he turned to look at Derek. "Are you dying?" Stiles asked, as if Derek dying was the most annoying thing in the world.
"Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek panted out as he looked down at his arm. Stiles grew even more frustrated by that answer.
"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles said in frustration at Derek's vague answer. Instead of responding, Derek lifted up his shirtsleeve to look at the bullet hole. It was large and gaping and looked as if it were infected. "Oh. My. God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know you should probably just get out." Stiles said in a disgusted voice. I swallowed my own bile that had risen in my throat.
"Stiles, you can't kick a hurt/dying man out onto the street." I countered. Stiles gave me a patronizing face.
"Watch me." He said in a challenging voice. I scoffed loudly at him as we both glared at each other.
"Start the car. Now." Derek panted out. Stiles looked at Derek as if he were crazy.
"Yea, 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 into the middle of the road and leave you for dead." Stiles ranted at Derek.
"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek stated as he had a staring contest with Derek. Stiles finally caved and cranked the car, right as my phone rang.
"Oh thank God." I said as I picked up the phone. "Raf! Where are you?" I asked in a rushed voice.
"I am on my way to the apartment. I've been at work. Sorry I didn't pick up. My phone had died and I left it in the office to charge. What's up?" Raf asked.
"Go to Raf's apartment." I told Stiles. Stiles nodded and started driving there.
"Madison, what's going on?" Raf said, starting to sound a little worried. I blew out a deep breath.
"Ok, so don't freak out." I started off. Raf scoffed at me.
"I don't freak out…Someone's dying aren't they?" Raf said in an accusing voice, like she was accusing us of breaking her car.
"Yeah, Derek might be dying…a little bit of a lot…" I trailed off. Raf huffed out a sigh.
"Ok, we can meet at my apartment. I will be there in a minute." Raf said before quickly hanging up just as Stiles pulled into a parking place at the apartment. Garrett and I quickly hopped out of the car and ran to Derek's door. We each slung one of his arms over our shoulder.
"Jesus, what are you, a billion pounds of muscle?" Garrett grunted out as we dragged his rather heavy body toward the apartment. As we came to the stairs, we stopped to catch our breath by the bushes.
"So, Garrett," A voice said from the shadowy part of the stairs. Garrett quickly let go of his half of Derek and gave him a little shove, causing both of us to topple painfully into the bushes. Derek and I both groaned, him from his injury and me from his heavy body landing on top of mine as prickly leaves stabbed my body. "I thought you were at the library?" Patrick said in a patronizing tone.
"We –uh, we…" Garrett trailed off.
"And how were you planning on both Madison and you riding on Raf's motorcycle? Because Scott gave me the keys today for her car and I just drove it back here." Patrick said cockily. Stiles ran up at the moment. He looked between a nervous Garrett and a slightly peeved Patrick before glancing down at Derek and I. Stiles stepped over and helped pull me up from the bushes.
"We can talk about this later. Right now just help us get him inside." I said as Stiles and I struggled to pull Derek up. Derek let out a groan as I accidently yanked on his hurt arm, causing me to let go instantly, which meant that Derek fell back into the bush pulling Stiles with him. Stiles jumped up instantly, as if even touching Derek would some how get him killed. Derek groaned in more pain. Patrick stepped down the stairs and saw Derek's deathly figure. His eyes grew wide before shooting Garrett a glare. Garrett ran quickly past Patrick to go and open the door, but not before Patrick managed to smack Garrett across the back of the head. Garrett let out a yelp of pain as Patrick walked over and helped us pull Derek up.
"I can't believe you guys tried to hide this from me." Patrick complained as Stiles and him carried Derek up the stairs. I ran a few steps a head of them.
"We weren't going to not tell you…we were just going to tell you once everything was over." I smiled innocently at Patrick as he glared daggers at us. Oh, yeah. I was still gonna get my head chewed off.