Sorry for the delay, my loves! I had to get back into the swing of things and had to drop off my car for work to get done on it yesterday and things have just been crazy.

Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to one TracingRoses for reviewing on the last chapter.

Now, without further delay, here's chapter 8!

Sephy

"OHMYGOD," Stiles screamed horrified as he dropped the bone saw after turning it on. "What if you bleed to death?"

"It'll heal if it works, Stiles."

"Augh. Look, I don't know if I can do this," he said as he eyed the saw.

"Why not?"

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Derek looked at Stiles as incredulously as he could in his sick and dying state.

"You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!"

"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm going to cut off your head."

"Okay," Stiles stated, finally fed up. "You know what? I'm so not buying your threats any—" Derek reached across the table, grabbing Stiles by the front of his shirt and pulling him so that their faces were almost touching. "Oh, my God. Alright. Bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it," he stated, trying to convince both himself and the two adults before him.

Just as he started to calm himself, Derek started to wretch. Matilda reached over, grabbing his arm as he pushed his head over the side of the operating table, throwing up a large puddle of black, bubbling goop. Stiles screamed.

"HOLY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Matilda's hand flew up to her nose and mouth, trying to resist her urge to throw up everywhere. It smelled like death and to be honest, she was really not going to be thinking about kissing Derek anytime soon…not that…she did that…or anything.

"It's my body trying to heal itself."

"Well it's not doing a very good job of it," Stiles stated, unable to turn off his sarcasm even after he looked like he was going to throw up everywhere. Finally, Derek rested his arm back on the table. Matilda moved to his other side, making sure not to step in the black goop. She grabbed Derek's hand, squeezing it as he looked at Stiles.

"Now. You have to do it now."

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

"Just do it!" Derek and Matilda snapped. Stiles yelped.

"Oh my God," he murmured as he picked up the bone saw. He held it up to Derek's arm. "Alright, here we go," he stated, cringing as he went to turn on the saw. Derek's hand started to squeeze Matilda's before a voice stopped all three of them.

"Stiles! Mattie?"

"Scott?" The teenager entered the room and looked at Stiles incredulously.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Stiles sighed happily, putting down the saw and resting his face on the metal table.

"Oh you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

"Did you get it?" Derek asked him, more pale than before (if that was possible). The bags under his eyes were more prominent than usual and the life was draining from his eyes. Scott pulled the bullet from his jean pocket and held it up before handing it to Derek, asking him what it was going to do with it.

"I'm gonna…I'm gonna…" Derek's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He fell over and onto the floor at Matilda's feet. Her eyes widened and she dropped down beside him immediately.

"Derek!" She knelt down beside him, ignoring the other two as she straddled her friend. "Derek, wake up. Come on, please wake up," she said, shaking him a bit. She hit his chest a few times before she gently slapped his cheeks. "Dammit," she muttered before she placed her fingers against his neck. Panic overwhelmed her. "SHIT."

"What?"

"I think he's dead…shit. Derek, no, don't you dare die on me," she stated, growing angry. She wouldn't lose another friend, not again. Matilda turned, looking at the two of them. "Where the hell is the bullet?"

"I got it!" Scott called triumphantly as he pulled his hand and his clawed fingers from a nearby sewage grate. Within his claws was the bullet, making Matilda sigh out of relief. Looking back down at Derek, Matilda sighed heavily.

"You deserve this," she told Derek, who was lying lifelessly beneath her.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Stiles asked as Matilda pulled back her fist and slammed it into Derek's cheek. He set up quickly, knocking her over backwards. She tumbled back onto the floor.

"Give me the bullet," he stated as he stood up, somewhat, adrenaline pumping through his veins after getting punched. Matilda held her fist to her chest from her spot on the floor. Man his face hurt like hell. Stiles helped her up as Scott handed him the bullet. He broke it open with his teeth before pouring the contents out. He pulled his lighter from his jeans and lit the powder on fire, causing sparks to happen and once they faded, a blue smoke was rising from the ashes.

Derek collected the ashes and placed them on the wound before he shoved the ashes from the bullet into the bullet out. He screamed out in pain, falling back on the floor. He wretched around as pain flooded his body and Matilda watched him, eyes watering before he finally calmed down. Once he did, the strange blueish black veins receded and Derek's arm healed itself.

A relieved sigh escaped Matilda's lips before Stiles exclaimed that what just happened was awesome before he saw the look Scott gave him. Matilda couldn't help but giggle a bit. The boy was amusing.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked Derek from his spot on the floor. Derek glared up at him, the color returning to his face and body.

"Well, except for the agonizing pain," he snapped, making Matilda smile despite herself and shake her head.

"Well, I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health."

"Stiles," Matilda scolded gently before she reached over to help Derek up. He seemed to want to deny it at first before he accepted her help. After he stood up, Scott looked at the two of them.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything." Matilda could feel the air around Derek tense.

"You're going to trust them? You think they can help you?"

"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are." Matilda's eyes widened.

"Oh no," she murmured. Derek let out a bitter laugh.

"I can show you exactly how nice they are." Matilda ran her hand over her face before looking over at Derek. He was staring at her.

"I guess that means I'm giving the two of you a ride. Stiles, go home, do your homework. I'm sure Scott will tell you everything later. Besides, you need to get some rest and lower your heart rate. Even I can hear your heart beat and I'm human," she stated with a smirk. Stiles nodded his head before he was gone. Matilda turned to Scott and Derek. "C'mon," she said as she motioned for them to follow her out to her car.

Minutes later, the trio arrived at the long term living facility in Beacon Hills and Scott began asking questions. Derek ignored him and looked at Matilda. She knew that look and shook her head in response. She didn't want to see his uncle Peter. Seeing him like that upset her almost as much as Laura's death. Derek nodded before he and Scott got out of the car, heading inside. All the while Matilda sat in the car thinking about the fire, all of the innocent people who died in it, and how Peter had survived and was now less than human.