RAEGAN MCCALL

"Well, what am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asked Scott on his phone.

While he was on the phone, I turned to Derek, "How you holding up?"

"Peachy," he snapped.

"Look, you're gonna be fine. Ok?" I reassured him.

He looked at me. "And you know this because?"

"Because I'm Raegan and I know all, duh."

He snorted lightly, and Sammy said from the backseat, "You're so modest, Rae."

"Does it hurt?" I asked, ignoring her.

"Not as much, but it's affecting my whole body."

"I wanted to be the only one to affect your body…" I jokingly muttered, inaudibly.

Derek's head shot towards me. Why was he looking at me like that? Oh dude, he's a wolf, which means he can hear me! Shit…

Right when I was going to come up with some excuse for what I said, Derek leaned closer to me and I stopped breathing. "You know, if you didn't irritate me on a daily basis, I might've let you."

Am I dreaming? Did he really just say that? Someone pinch me! Ow! Ok, I just did and I'm awake.

I was at a loss for words, then Derek smirked and I practically lost it.

"I finally got you to shut up, wow."

My thoughts were interrupted when Sammy's stupid Ed Sheeran music started playing in the back.

"I'm going to pick up the pieces and build a Lego House. When things go wrong we can knock it down. My three words have two meanings, but it's all for you-" she sang.

"Sam, do me a favor, and SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled.

"Why can't a girl just listen to some good music?!" she scoffed. "I need it to drown out you two's flirting!"

"Samantha….If you keep on playing that song, I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek glared. Sammy immediately stopped playing the song and sat quietly to herself. God, why are Stilinski's so annoying?

Before I could regain myself, Stiles handed the phone to Derek. "You're not gonna believe where he wants us to take you."

He talked to Scott, "Did you find it?... Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, alright?... Then think about this: the alpha calls you out against your will and he's going to do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed, so if you want to stay alive then you need me. Find the bullet."

Before he hung up, I shouted, "Be careful, lil bro!"

"Irritating," Derek mumbled.

Ah, he knows he loves me and wants to do me.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Stiles tried unlocking the door to the vet's office, where Scott worked, as Rae and I tried to hold Derek up. And he wasn't exactly the lightest.

"Hurry up, Stiles," I said, pushing Derek up.

"Trying, Sammy, trying," he said as he dropped the key. Again.

"Failing, Stiles, failing."

"Shut up, I can't focus!"

"It's a hole, Stiles! Just stick it in!" Rae yelled. That sounded... "How do you expect to get Lydia?" Ah, there it was. Rae could never help herself.

Stiles shot Rae a glare before finally getting the door open, then helped us with Derek. We lead him to the operating table in the back. He took off his shirt and I could see Rae practically drooling.

Derek put his defected arm on his table, and we all grimaced.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep could take care of."

I nodded, "Way to think positive, Stiles."

"Right? Props to me."

"If the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me,"
Derek got out.

"We don't want that," Rae said.

"She speaks for herself," Stiles muttered.

Rae glared at Stiles, "Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort," Derek explained.

Rae, Stiles, and I shared a look. "Which is?"

Derek held up a chainsaw and answered with, "One of you is going to cut my arm off."

My jaw dropped. Derek pushed the saw towards us. Stiles, Rae, and I looked at each other and started passing the saw back and forth.

"You do it," Stiles pushed it to me.

"No you do it," I pushed it back.

"He's your boyfriend, Rae," he pushed it to Rae.

"No he's not," Rae pushed it back to him.

"C'mon, don't be a wimp," he pushed it to me.

"Me? Why don't you grow a pair?" I pushed it back to him.

"Just do it!" Rae yelled.

"...How about we make a deal?" I stopped the arguing.

"Okay...?" Stiles said, slowly.

"If you cut off his arm, I'll put in a good word for you to Lydia." After a few seconds, he agreed.

"Woo hoo! We haaaave a winnerrrrr!" I said, my hands in the air.

Rae gives me a high-five, as Stiles picks up the saw and presses the button that turns it on, and it makes the really loud chainsaw noise.

"Oh my god," Stiles said, putting it back down, "What if you bleed to death!?"

"If it works, I'll heal," Derek said tying a band around his arm.

"I don't know if I can do this," Stiles said, looking really sick.

"Why not?!" Derek grunted.

"Well, because the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!"

"Do you faint at the sight of blood?"

"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!"

"Fine. How about this: you cut off my arm, or I'll cut off your head."

"What is up with you and your stupid threats? You know, I'm so not buying them any-" Stiles got cut off by Derek pulling Stiles close with his good arm, as if he were about to hurt him.

"Oh my god. Okay. Alright. Sold. Totally. I'll do it," Stiles got out of his hold, obviously scared shitless. But then Derek started coughing badly. "What? What are you doing?"

"What's happening?" I asked. Then he spit out blood.

"Holy god, what the hell is that?" Stiles asked.

"It's my body. It's trying to heal itself," Derek explained.

"Well... It's doing a half assed job," that was Rae.

"Now. You gotta do it now," Derek said to Stiles.

"Look, honestly, I don't think I can."

But Derek wasn't having it, "Just do it!"

I hit Stiles on the back of the head.

"Ow! Oh my god, okay!" Stiles got the saw and turned it on, "Alright, here we go." And I turned away, not wanting to see. I prepared myself for the sounds of an arm being chopped off, but instead I heard, right now, the most beautifulest voice on planet earth. AKA Scott.

"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?"

RAEGAN MCCALL

Stiles sighed in relief and turned off the chainsaw, "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

I ran over to him and gave him the biggest hug that I could, "Oh, thank god!"

"Did you get it?" Derek grunted, in pain. I pulled away from Scott and he took out the bullet from his pocket and handed it to Derek.

Then Stiles asked the million dollar question, "What are you gonna do with it?"

Derek looked delusional, his eyes flickering, as he murmured some incoherent words, then dropped the bullet, making it roll into some drain thing. Stiles and I went for Derek, who was falling to the ground, as Scott and Sammy lunged for the bullet.

"Derek! Wake up!" I said, shaking his head.

"Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know!" Scott said back.

"Hurry up!" I shouted.

"I'm trying, Raegan. Give me a second," he grunted.

"He's not waking up! I think he's dying! I think he's dead!" Stiles blurted out.

NO! He can't die.

I was on the edge of a panic attack, when Scott yelled, "I got it! I got it!"

Then Stiles said, "Please don't kill me for this." But before I could ask what he was talking about, he punched Derek in the face, hard. "Ow!" Stiles screamed, shaking his fist.

He was more hurt from it than Derek, who woke up looking dazed, was.

"Give me," he got out.

Scott gave him the bullet once again. And I prayed for him to not faint again, or die. I let go of him, and the boys helped him up.

Derek tore the bullet apart with his teeth, and dumped the weed-looking stuff on the table. Then he got out a lighter and lit it up. It flamed, bright, before dulling. Derek scooped it up and pushed it into his wound. He screamed in pain, and fell to the floor once more. God, not again. But when I looked at the wound, I saw that it was healing. I felt my mouth open.

"That was awesome!" Stiles exclaimed, like a little kid.

Finally, Derek sat up and Scott asked, "You okay?"

"Well, except for the agonizing pain," Derek answered, sarcastically.

"Guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Sammy remarked. I smiled widely.

"Okay, so we just saved your life. Which means your gonna leave us alone, got that?" Scott said to Derek. Whoa, whoa, whoa, when did I agree to this? "And if you don't, I'm gonna tell Allison's dad everything." Really, Scott?

"You're gonna trust them?" Derek asked, "What, you think they can help you?"

"Well, why not? They're a lot fricken nicer than you." No, they weren't.

After a moment, Derek said, "I can show you how nice they are."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

|| Teen Wolf ||

After we dropped off Stiles and Sammy, Derek took us to Beacons Crossing Home. What in the world could be here?

He led us to a room. In the room, was a man in a wheelchair. But, he looked dead, because he didn't move. He barely breathed.

"Who is he?" Scott asked.

"My uncle," Derek answered, "Peter Hale." Whoa, what?

"Is he...like you? A werewolf?" Scott asked.

"He was," Derek said emotionlessly, "Now he's barely human."

I walked up next to him and put my hand on his shoulder, and asked, "What happened?"

"Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, when my house caught on fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor." Poor Derek. No wonder he's always grumpy. Anyone would be if they lost almost their entire family. Not almost anymore though, now it is entire. Laura was dead. And Peter might as well be.

Then Scott asked, "What makes you so sure that they set the fire?"

Derek scoffed, "'Cause they were the only ones who knew about us."

"Then they had a reason," Scott answered.

Why was be defending them so much? They were obviously the enemy.

Derek turned back to Scott, "You tell me what justifies this."

He whipped around his uncle and I gasped. The other side of his uncle's face was scarred and mutilated.

My eyes widened as Derek spoke, "They say they'll kill an adult, and only with absolute proof. But there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And this is what Allison will do." What? Sweet, quiet, innocent Allison?

Abruptly, a shrill voice sounded in the room, "What are you doing? How did you get in here?" I turned and saw a redheaded nurse standing in the doorway.

"We were just leaving," Derek said, pulling us out of the room.