Magic Bullet.

"You can't take me to my house!" Derek snapped at Stiles.

"I can't take you to your own home?" Stiles sneered with a voice full of skepticism.

"Not when I can't defend myself." Derek snapped back. This was getting out of hand. Since we got in the car all Stiles and Derek would do was fight. "You need to get me somewhere safe."

"Like where- Oh my god what is that." Stiles was stopped the moment Derek rolled up his sleeve revealing the disgusting wound. "Are you going to die?" Stiles kept his eyes off of the gash but it was apparent that it still bothered him.

"I have a last resort."

"No… you know what no…" Stiles pulled over and turned off the car. "Get out."

"Stiles-" I began

"Start the car." Derek growled.

"You know what the threats are not going to work buddy. In fact I bet I could drag your little werewolf ass out and leave you."

"Start the car now." Derek looked Stiles with murderous intent. "Or I will rip your throat out. With my teeth."

Fair to say that the car was then promptly started and we began to drive around for what seemed like hours until Scott finally directed us to the animal clinic.

"Next time you should listen to me." I finally managed to say from the back seat.

"In my defense you didn't really have much other than 'you will get shot'" Derek panted. "And seriously?" he raised an eyebrow. "This is when you bring it up?"

"It was bugging me, and you still should have listened. I don't like seeing people like this." I looked him dead on. "I mean seriously what is the point of all the training I do if you are just going to ignore it in the end." I slouched in my seat.

"Fair point next time I will listen."

"Good." I smirked. "And I am sorry for bringing this up while you are … dying."

"Oh its fine." Derek said with sarcasm. "You got your point across."

"Can you guys stop making nice?" Stiles looked back at me. "He threatened to tear out my throat with his teeth."

"True" I pursed my lips. "Yeah you got to stop doing that Derek."

"Can we talk about my social skills later?" Derek grunted in pain.

"Yeah sure buddy." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Derek, hey, is it getting worse?"

"Yeah…" I looked to Stiles who got the message and slammed on the accelerator.

"Don't worry we will get you back in Alpha fighting shape." I cooed.

I kept Derek's arm over me as I moved to the back door. As we walked to the door Derek was leaning on me more and more. To the point where I could feel his breath crash on my forehead.

"Here let me take him." Stiles grumbled as he took my spot. I was slightly thrown off by his desire to take Derek but I didn't mind the help "Can you get the key?" he called out.

I nodded and dashed to the spot that Scott talked about. "How much time do you have left?" I looked over to Derek with a furrowed brow. "Before your last resort I mean."

"Not long." Derek grunted as we pushed him inside. Once inside he ran to the table examine table and took off his jacket.

"Oh god." Stiles looked like he was about to keel over while Derek was holding on. He looked to Stiles and rolled his eyes as he made a tourniquet on his arm.

"If Scott doesn't get here in time I need one of you to cut my arm off."

Stiles went sheer white and looked at me. "Wouldn't you just bleed to death?"

"Not if I heal properly." Derek replied

"Alright but …. Who is going to do it? Because I don't think I can handle -"

"You telling me you faint at the sight of blood."

"No but a severed arm might do the trick." I could hear the panic in his voice and the way it would tremble.

"Useless" Derek muttered.

"Really?" I looked at Derek and rolled my eyes. "Stiles don't worry I will do it." I looked over to Derek and reached for the saw, but Stiles was already had it in his hand.

"No Margie its fine. I can totally do it." His voice cracked a bit but I admired his bravery.

"Stiles I am going to get some wash cloths and water it might help bring his fever down a bit." Stiles nodded and I walked into the sloppy room.

Stiles POV

"Alright listen Marmaduke" I stared down Derek in the eye. "This healing doesn't come free."

"Stiles."

"No you shut up and listen." I said with some new found angst. "Once you are all better you are going to give Margie space and leave her alone."

"If you think that I like-"

"No that is not what think. What I think is you are using her and your blatant disregard for safety is going to get someone a little closer to normal hurt. Today you got shot like she warned but you didn't listen. Next she might say she will get shot and I get the feeling you still will do the same damn thing you did today." I put my hands on the cold steel of the examination table. "And if that happens I will lead the Argents myself in finding you."

"You care." He said with cynicism.

"Yes but not like that. She is my friend who is trying her hardest to help me, Scott, and surprisingly you." I jabbed his chest. "If she is going to put herself on the line I am going to make sure someone has her back. So" I looked him dead on. "Lets just make this clear: Until you learn to listen to her and she learns how to control her magic, You keep her as far from you as possible and out of harm's way."

"What makes you think she will give you a choice or even have the choice?" Derek growled. "Not only that but she is in this just as much as both you and I meaning there isn't an 'out of harm's way'"

Margie POV

I rummaged around for anything that might help but only found paper towels. I went into the bathroom let the cold water run on the towels. It wasn't the best solution but anything that could make this situation less of a horror show was something I would take it. I managed to find that I filled with ice water. Hopefully this would work. I walked back into the room to find Derek hanging up the phone. "Was that Scott?" I put the bowl towels on the table. "Try dabbing that on your face it might help the fever go down."

Derek nodded and began to wipe the sweat off of his face. "He found the bullet, so all he needs to do is take here and I'll handle the rest."

"What will you do?" I asked.

"What does it matter I will get better."

"Well if you are the only one who knows what happens if you collapse."

"I will be fine." Derek snapped.

"Derek." I looked at him. "You may find this as surprise but I do care about what happens to you." I shrugged. "I mean you are a royal douchebag but you have been helping me with this. You can trust me."

He looked at me and looked back down. "If I collapse I will most likely be dead. So we don't really have to go through what to do. But thanks."

I nodded. And looked down at his arm. "How much time do we have…"

"Almost none." The next half an hour was torture, I kept running to the door to see if Scott had arrived while Derek and Stiles fought. I rubbed my temples in some attempt to block them out but it was useless.

"Alright we need to do this." Derek put his arm on the table and looked across to Stiles. "Cut it off."

"I don't think I can." My heart melted for Stiles this was not something I would want to remember.

"How about this: you cut off my arm or I cut off your head."

"See I just don't believe-" Derek reached across the table and grabbed stiles by the shirt. "Alright fine I will do it." Just as he said that Derek began to convulse and he threw up blood.

"What is happening?" I cried out and jumped to Stiles.

"My body is trying to heal itself." Derek coughed.

"That does not look like healing."

"Stiles I need you to cut this arm off NOW" Derek barked.

I gripped the hem of Stiles shirt to let him know I was there as he began to line up the saw with Derek's arm.

"Stiles? Margie?" Everything froze as Scott's voice rang through the vet's office.

"Scott?" Stiles called out. "Oh thank god you have saved me years of nightmares."

I breathed out and rested my head on Stiles back. I was not ready to watch someone lose their arm. It just wasn't a priority. "What are you doing? Scott yelled."

"Never mind that" I poked my head out from behind Stiles. "GIVE HIM THE BULLET." Scott nodded and handed the bullet only to watch Derek collapse. "Scott get the bullet!" Stiles and I ran to Derek.

"Scott I don't think he is breathing." Stiles panicked. "Is he dead? I heard what he said if he collapsed-"

"STILES" I looked at him "shut up." I put my head to Derek's chest and listened for a heartbeat. "He has a heartbeat but it is really slow." I put my hands on his face and slapped his cheeks. "Derek- AH"

Pain sneered into my head and roared around. This wasn't a typical vision. Instead of being a bystander it was like I was seeing through someone eyes. I saw an herb poured from some type of metallic cylinder. The bullet. Next the person reached into their pocket and pulled out a lighter. He burnt the herb and forced the ashes into a wound. "Laura." A voice that wasn't mine poured out of me. "I did what you asked please tell me it worked."

"Yes." The girl whispered. "Good job Derek." And like that my head began to toss me back to reality. Before I could process it I felt my hands move to Derek. I knew what to do but it was instinct not thought.

"Scott do you have the bullet?" said as I reached into Derek's pocket.

"Hey is this really the best time for grave robbing? Please tell me you are just looking for his wallet." Stiles began to murmur. I looked up at him and glared. I then felt the lighter right where it was in the vision. I pulled it out and began to walk to the table.

"Got the Bullet!" Scott yelled.

"Then use your teeth to bite open the top and hand it to me." I looked over at Stiles who was trying to wake up Derek. I didn't know if I should help him or wait for Scott to bring the bullet. Time was slow until Scott got up from the drain and bit at the bullet top off as he walked towards me. I had no idea if that would work but something egged me on. I took the bullet and dumb its contents just as Derek did in the vision. I couldn't wait so I immediately pushed the ashes in my hands and instantly regretted it. It singed my skin but somehow I managed to hold it. I knelt down by Derek and rubbed the ashes into his arm. It took less than a second for Derek to wake up with screams and roars. I jumped from me and back into Stiles who lifted me up from the ground. He kept me close while we watch the strange scene of Derek healing unfold right in front of us.

"That … was… awesome!" Stiles cheered for a moment but when he looked to see both Scott and I staring at him he seemed to calm. "How did you know to do that?" He looked at me suddenly.

"Are you okay?" I asked, ignoring Stiles question mainly because I didn't know what to say.

"Other than the agonizing pain."

"Oh is sarcasm a sign of good health?" Stiles asked with contempt.

Derek glared at Stiles but then looked to me. "You didn't answer Stiles' question." He stated bluntly. I just saved him and he wanted the how. Derek clearly had a priority problem.

"I was trying to wake you up and then" I rubbed my temples. "I saw something."

"A vision?"

"Not a vision so much as a… memory." I looked to Derek with sad eyes. "Laura was shot once wasn't she? You knew what to do because she showed you."

"How-"

"Because I saw you saving her." I said bluntly.

"Your powers are finally showing improvement." Derek pushed himself up and grabbed his shirt. "You can now see memories if needed. This is good, you might actually be worth something." He joked.

"Well I saved your life didn't I?" I smirked.

"Alright we helped you." Scott jumped into the conversation and stood in front of us. "Now you leave us alone! Especially Margie. She isn't going to be some tool for you. And if you don't I will go to the Argents and tell them everything."

"Really and you just think they will welcome you and Margie with open arms?" Derek's eyes narrowed. "Do you think they won't hesitate to take a defenseless witch for themselves? But no they wouldn't do that because they are such good people." Derek's stale cold sarcasm cut right through Scott's resolve. "I think you need to see just exactly who you are dealing with." He gestured for Scott to follow him and then looked to me. "Do you want to come?"

"Uh no…" I said as I stepped from Stiles. "I need to get home and I left my car at the school."

"I'll take you home." Stiles offered as he waved off Derek. He then turned to me and nodded towards the back of the office. "I am parked over there… but you knew that." I nodded and walked towards the back. But stopped.

"Hold on I have to wash my hands." I looked down at my palms. I trotted over to the nearest sink and let the water run. As I put my hands under the sink I saw my hands shake and tremble. The adrenaline was rushing through me but I could still feel my body begin to crash. I was so ready for bed. "Ready to go." I said as I dried my hands. Today had been emotionally taxing and a long rest sounded like just the remedy. I hopped into Stiles' car and we drove away in silence. Which was rare for us, but I knew that he was feeling the same recoil that I was experiencing.

"Holy Shit." I breathed ten minutes in the car. "I never want to do that again."

"Same." Stiles exhaled. "There are few things that I would hate to re-experience and that one just made the top ten."

"Yeah." I slouched in the seat. "You were brave though. I could tell that you really didn't want to use that saw."

"Oh so you can see then." Stiles scoffed. "I wasn't brave, you on the other hand were. The way you took control like that." He breathed. "I did not have the mental functioning to think when everything went down."

"I didn't either." I lifted my burnt hand. It was probably a first degree burn but it still hurt. "I burned myself when I was getting the ashes."

"Seriously?" Stiles pulled over and turned on the car light. "Let me see I have a first aid kit."

"Oh it is not that bad I promise." I was about to pull my hand away when his palm slid under my hand so that he was holding it. I sucked in a breath as I looked up at Stiles. When his hand skidded across mine my stomach grew hot and heart began to bang against my chest. I didn't pull from him… I couldn't. I looked up to see his maple eyes locked in on my hand.

"Just let me look." He whispered. He then raised his free hand and began to run his fingers across my palm. I wince when he traced the burn. "Sorry" He looked up from my hand to give me an apologetic stare. I was caught in his eyes for what felt like too long. I wanted to push from him but a huge part wanted to stay.

"Don't worry about it… so" I struggled for words as I looked back on my hand. "Do I need a band aid?"

"Nah I got some burn ointment or something." Stiles cleared his throat and reached over to the glove box. He pulled out a first aid kit and began to rifle through it until he smiled. "found it!" he held out his hand so that I would take it. I looked at him and reached my hand forward until I was close enough for him to pull my hand closer to him. He used his free hand to put the gel on my palm. He then began to rub his thumb against my palm. At first I thought it would hurt but he was gentle and barely pressed his thumb into my hand. Before I really could acknowledge it I found my body relaxing and pain in my palm was being wiped away. I like the feel of his thumb gliding on my hand. The warmth in my stomach continued too bubble but I was content.

"Well there you go." Stiles breathed as he wiped his hand on a napkin. I pulled from him and looked at my hand. Neither of us said anything for moment, I had no idea what was running through his mind but my heart was dancing around.

"Thank you." I finally managed.

"Uh no problem." He replied as he looked around the car as if he was unsure how the machine worked. "We should probably go right?"

"Yeah." I nodded as he turned on the engine. We chugged down the road for a while longer. Again, the car was silent. I pursed my lips and looked out the window. "So my parents are excited for the dinner." I stated.

"Oh yeah my dad is too." Stiles said. "He said that it's the first time he will meet one of my friends who isn't a total idiot like Scott."

"He doesn't like Scott?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No he loves him, but he also knows him." We both laughed. I had only met the Sherriff a few times but from what I saw he was good man who was proud of his son. It was nice to see.

"I just hope my family doesn't royally embarrass me." I laughed.

"You are worried?" Stiles looked over. "Let me tell you what ever your parents do will pale in comparison to how my father talks at dinner."

"It won't be that bad."

"You say that now…" He looked at me with a tired stare. "But I can promise you by the end of the night you may reconsider our friendship."

"Oh come on." I slapped his arm. "He couldn't be that bad. Once my mother and Father tagged teamed by taking turns telling stories about my childhood to complete strangers at a school function."

"O" Stiles winced. "My dad has never done that."

"What about your mother?" I asked, though I wish I hadn't. I saw the pain flash over his face. "I am sorry never mind."

"She died." He said simply. "When I was a kid."

"Stiles." I reached a hand forward and rubbed his shoulder. His hand covered mine and held it there. We didn't say anything and he never took his eyes from the road, but I knew it was okay. There wasn't anything that raised my heart like before, it was just one friend letting another know that they were there. For whatever he needed.

"Though I want to run bets on how long Scott can go without convulsing at the sight of the Argents."

"40 minutes tops." Stiles said as he let go of my hand. I leaned back from to the car seat and smiled.

"You have more faith in him than I do." I laughed. "I was only going to give him 15 minutes."

"That is cold." Stiles scowled at me.

"Hey it depends on the conversation." I shrugged.

"Fair point." Stiles nodded. "But I think we could get him to hold out for a while."

"Me too." I nodded and then took a breath. "Do you know where they sell Scooby snacks?"

We both started laughing at this point so hard that my stomach ached. "He can never know we have casted him as Scooby Doo." Stiles breathed. "He would never let it go."

"It's a secret that dies with us." I nodded. "Though". I grinned. "At least we aren't calling him Air bud."

"Or some other sappy animal." Stiles added. "I mean Scooby do is the highest of high dog references we can bestow."

"Exactly." I smiled. I looked outside to see us pulling up to the school. "My car is at the far end." I pointed to the long keep in the back parking lot. He pulled up next to the car and turned off his.

"Well… thanks." I said as I pushed myself from the car and walked to my own. "Night Stiles"

"See you Mars." I opened my car door and began to drive straight to my house. It felt like I had been gone much longer than I had. I was happy to walk in the front door and see Bowser waiting for me.

"MARCO" I yelled.

"POLO" my parents called from the dining room. I walked in to see them setting the table with the fine silverware.

"All this for me? I am touched." I laughed as I put my bag down.

"You are such a smart ass" My mom said. "I am so proud."

"We are actually setting the parents table for the dinner Friday." My dad said with a smile. "Would you like to hear the menu choices?"

"Oh yes." I leaned in the doorway with smile. "Hey is there any way we could roast marsh mellows with the outdoor fireplace tomorrow?"

"Well sure." My mom looked out the window. "Just don't go in the pool we haven't turned on the water heater so it would be a bit chilly."

"Won't go in the water. Got it. But mom" I raised an eyebrow. "We are from Boston, their chilly is like our spring weather."

"Isn't it nice to live in a place where you don't have to lose feeling in your cheeks to take the dog for a walk?" My dad smiled.

"Very nice." I looked around the hall. "So where are the kids eating?"

"Family dining room. Not the fancy one."

"Alright" I yawned. "I am going to go to my room and finish my homework."

"Sounds Gouda sweetheart and Mario?" I looked back to see my mom giving me a hard look. "I want you to where something nice. Not to fancy but dress to impress."

"Mom… they are my friends" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes but it's our party." My mom smiled.

"Fine." I walked down the hall with Bowser at my side. "Does Bowser have to wear his bow tie?"

"YES" my mom called from the dining room.

"Sorry bud." I said while Bowser gave me a very un amused look.