Chapter 4: Magic Bullet
Alice was laying in bed, then a shotgun went off, waking her from her sleep. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, then a wolf howls in the distance. She was now fully awake, she shot out of bed, change into her clothing, climbs onto her roof and jumps down.
Scott lands beside her. They ran out to the destination where the howl came from. As they arrive at the warehouses, another shot ran out, Scott and Alice press their back to the wall and they slowly look out.
"Get in." Chris tells his sister, "Not even a hello? Nice to see you?" she asks him. "All I got at the moment is put the assault rifle away before someone see it." Chris tells her. Alice glare at the woman, she rank of blood, werewolf and human alike. "That's the brother I love." she smirks. "There were two of them." she states. "The Alpha?" he asks. "I don't know, but one of them tried to kill me." she states, Scott tilts his head to the side a bit.
"And the other, he can't do that if he's dead." Chris reminds her. "Well I can't help kill either of them if one of them kills me first." she shouts back at him. He sighs, "How long will it take?" be asks her, she shrugs. "I give him 48 hours." she states and walks to the car. Alice looks at her brother. Knowing that the woman was talking about Derek, "Dammit." she mumbles and they run back home.
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Later a school, they sat through class as Scott twitches his leg and Alice drums her hand against her desk next to him. Stiles taps Scott's shoulder, "Okay, Derek's not the Alpha who bit you, who did?" Stiles asks him. Scott just shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know." Scott tells him.
"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles asks. "I don't know." Scott answers. Alice just hunch over in her chair, her head resting on her arms and not even caring about what the two were talking about. "Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?" Stiles asks. "I don't know!" Scott shouts at him. Everyone except Alice looks at him. "Dude you need to study more." Stiles said as he looks at Scott's paper, Scott just tosses his paper to his Desk.
"That was a joke. Scott it's one test. You can make it up." Stiles tells him. Alice got her test back, A+ and a good job. Alice blocks out the sounds their conversation, then the scent of blood reaches Alice's nose. She kept twisting and rubbing her hand against it. As class was over and the people rummage through the hallways, Derek was walking very slowly, trying to keep his shift in control. One bumps into him, Derek held back a shout. As the hallway became almost empty. Derek spots as he catches a familiar scent of Scott and Alice, coming off of Jackson.
"Where's Scott and Alice McCall?" he asks when he approach Jackson. He looks at Derek and closes his locker, "Why should I tell you?" he questions him. "Because I asks you nicely and I only do that once." Derek warns him. "Ok tough guy, how about I help you find them if you tell me what you're selling Scott." Jackson crosses his arms. Derek just looks at him, "So what is it? Is it, uh, Dynaball? HDH?" Jackson asks him, "Steroids." Derek looks at him in dis-belief.
"No, girl scout cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about." Jackson shot at him. "Oh and um, by the way. Whatever it is you're telling. I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You looked wreaked." Jackson informs him. Derek looks at him, a drop of blood drips down from his hand. Derek clutches his fist slowly. "I'll find them myself." Derek walk pass Jackson, "No, we're not done here." Jackson tries to act like a tough guy.
But Derek shoves him into the lockers and his claws dug into the back of his neck, he then wonders off, after pulling his claws out of his neck and left Jackson in pain. Derek pushes himself against a corner and he listens in to all the conversation happening around;
"Stiles no." Alice groans at him as the walk through the hallway, Derek stop on their conversation. "Come on Alice, you always say yes to Vanilla ice cream." Stiles chuckles, "Yeah will not today." she grumbles. Stiles sighs, "Okay you've been like this since this you and Scott eavesdrops on Allison's dad and his sister conversation." Stiles states. She looks at him and walks on, "I'm just worry for Derek, alright. Call me paranoid." she mumbles, "You're paranoid, but beside the point. Ally, I know how much you care for Derek, but are you taking it a little too far?" he asks her. "I don't know Stiles, I know that the woman who shot him, hurt him and I want to tear out her throat with my teeth." she states, Stiles looks at her. "But you can't can you?" he sums up, she turns and looks at him, "I am many things Stiles, but if there is one this I'm not. I am not a killer. That I assure you." she tells him.
He smiles and pats her shoulders, "That's my girl, I was wondering where you went off too, because this evil mopping one was a bother to deal with." Stiles teases, she giggles and shoves him away, "Up yours, Stiles." she giggles and walks on. Derek then went to Allison and Lydia's conversation, saying that she wanted a taste of Scott and that he was coming over right after school. Then the bell ring, making Derek cover his ear with his good hand.
Alice hops in Stiles's jeep, "So why did you wanted me to pick up and drive you home?" he asks her, "I was low on gas and I don't have the money to get any." she answers. "You're a horrible person." he mumbles, knowing she was being lazy.
"Yeah will, helps me get to sleep better at night." she states, Stiles starts up his jeep and starts to pulls out and leave the school ground, but Derek walks out to stop them. "Stiles, stop the car." Alice pulls off her seat-belt, Derek stood in front of them, holding out his hand. Stiles stops his jeep, Alice jumps out of the jeep and ran up to Derek.
"Derek are you okay?" she asks him with worry, he looks at her, exhausted and pale, he collapse against her, Alice lowers him to the ground, knowing she couldn't support his weight. "Derek, don't pass out on me now." she mumbles. Laying his head against her shoulder. Scott runs up to them, "What the hell?" Scott asks Stiles who shrugs and got out. Scott kneels down next to Alice and Derek, "What are you doing here?" Scott asks him.
"I was shot." Derek mumbles, "He's not looking so good dude." Stiles states, "Why aren't you healing?" Scott asks him. "I can't." he answers, leaning against Alice for support, which she gave. "It was... it was a different kind of bullet." Derek struggles to speak. "What? Silver bullet?" Stiles asks him, "No, you idiot." Derek growls at him, "Wait, wait. That what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott states looking at his sister, Derek looks at Scott. "What, who? Who said 48 hours" he asks. "The woman you shot you." Alice answers him, Derek flinch in pain, his eyes flashes blue, Alice held him tighter in her arms and her hands over his eyes, keeping them covered. Scott looks around, making sure no one saw that. "What are you doing? Stop that." Scott tells him.
"Scott... he can't. If he was shot by a specific bullet, it may cause his shifting to spiral out of control." Alice tells him, he looks at her and nods, "Derek, get up." Scott tells him as Alice moves to his good side and swung his arm over her shoulders. "Come on Derek, get up, let go." Alice mumbles him, pulling him to his feet, "Lean against me." she states, "Stiles, help me put him in your car." Alice tells him, walking Derek to the passenger side. Stiles opens the door for her and she push him into the jeep.
Alice runs over to Stiles side and climbs in through the back, "I need you to find out what type of bullet they used." Derek informs Scott, "What the hell am I suppose to do that?" Scott argues with him. "Because she's an Argent, she's with them." Derek shot back. "Why should I help you?" Scott question him, "Because you need me." he tells him
Scott sighs, "Fine I'll try." Scott tells him as Stiles hops in. "Hey, get him out of here." Scott tells Stiles, Derek leans against Alice's collarbone. "I hate you for this so much." Stiles glares at him and took off. Alice leans the chair back, making Derek lay down and also pulling off his jacket, he lets out a shaky breaths, she place her hand on his forehead, she then pulls her hand away, rummages through her bag, pulling out her water bottle. She pulls off her jacket, then her shirt, leaving her in a bra. Stiles looks in his review mirror, "Stiles If you are trying to peek at me I will kill you." she growls at him, "Yeah ok." Stiles turns his gaze back to the road.
Alice tore her shirt and made it into a towel. She damps down the folded peace and press it against his forehead. He cracked his eyes open and saw Alice in her bra. She then pulls on her jacket and zips it up partly. "Lily?" Derek calls out, she looks at him.
Then pulls up his sleeve, she showing the wound, the bullet was still in. she looks back at Derek. "Derek, I need you to listen. I'm going to pull the bullet out. Okay?" she tells him, he nod. "What?! No!" Stiles complains. "Stiles! Do you want a dead werewolf in the passenger seat and a rampaging on in the back of your jeep?! Because that's what you're going to get!" Alice raises her voice at him, Stiles shudders in fright of her.
"Fine ok, but don't get blood on my seats." he surrenders to her. She nods, then flicks her claws out, and dug them into his arm. He held back his scream by focusing on her. She got the bullet out and throws it out the window. "God I'm starting to hate hunters more and more with each passing second." Alice mumbles and pulls Derek's seat back up. "You okay?" she asks, he smiles at her. "I am now." he mumbles, she smiles and press her forehead against his, "You better make it through this Wolf boy, cause if you don't, I will personally drag you back from paradise and kick your ass myself." she whispers to him.
"Is that a threat?" he asks her, she smiles, "That was nowhere near being a close threat, it's a promise." she tells him and leans back into the seat. Stiles then texts Scott and received a 'I need more time'. He throws his phone down. "Hey try not to bleed on my seat, we're almost there." Stiles tells him, "Almost where?" Derek asks him, Alice looks at him with concern. "Your house." he states, "What? No you can't take me there." Derek tells him. "I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles question him, "Not while I can't protect myself." Derek tells him.
Stiles groans then he pulls over. "What happens when Scott doesn't find you're little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" Stiles question, "Of course he's dying." Alice shouts at him. "Not yet, I have a last resort." Derek mumbles. Alice looks over at him. "Is that why you need the bullet?" she asks him. He looks at her and nods his head. "What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles questions him, "Derek, the wound let me see it." she tells him.
Derek pulls his sleeve back up "Oh my god!" Stiles looks away, Alice leans, back wets down the folded torn cloth and leans back up. "Here this should help with the swelling a bit." she states and gently press the cloth to his wound. "What is that? Is that contagious? You know what you should probably get out." Stiles whine. Alice glares at him, "Start the car, Stiles." she tells him, he looks at her, "I don't think you should be barking orders, with the way he looks." Stiles tells her, she just glares at him. "In fact, I think if I wanted to. I can probably drag you little werewolf ass out, into the middle of the road and leave you dead." Stiles throws at Derek.
Alice looks at Derek, "Start the car or I will rip your throat out. With my teeth." Derek threatens him, Alice looks at Stiles, he looks at her, Alice bares her wolf fangs at him, growling her eyes glowing. Stiles gulps, then he starts his jeep up. She looks back at Derek with a smile and was back to normal.
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"What am I suppose to do with him?" Stile said to Scott through the phone, Alice had Derek seat tilted back a bit, do Derek could rest his head on her chest and in her arms. "Just take him somewhere anywhere." Scott tells him. "And by the way, he's starting to smell." Stiles whines at the two werewolves in the jeep look at him. "Like what?" Scott asks, "Like death. Ow!" Stiles expresses as he was hit upside the head by Alice. He shrugs at her, as she rolls her eyes.
"Okay, take him to the animal clinic." Scott tells him, "What about you're guys boss?" Stiles asks him. "He's gone by now, there's a spare key in the box, behind the dumpster, Ally will know where." Scott informs him. Stiles sighs, "You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you." Stiles hand the phone to Alice and she hand the phone to Derek, "Did you find it?" Derek asks him, "How am I suppose to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns." Scott tells him.
"Look if you don't find it, then I'm dead alright?" Derek sums up from him, Alice tighten her grip in his hand, he returns the response. "I'm starting to think it won't be such a bad thing." Scott mumbles, "Derek, phone, please?" Alice asks him, he place it in her hand and pulls it to her ear. "Ok listen, Scott. If Derek dies. I'll go on a rampage, then hunters will find and kill me, then they're going to find you and kill you and the Alpha will have to make more recruits for his pack, even thought of that?" she growls that him. "Looks, Alice I know you want to save everyone and I'm trying-" Scott starts.
"Will try harder then, cause if you don't find that bullet in the next hour I will come over there, shifted, find the bullet myself and maybe kill the blonde headed bitch while I'm at it. So get off your ass and find it." she growl, hung up and gave the phone back to Stiles. "Ladies and gentlemen, the infamous temper of Alice McCall." Stiles trembles, he then starts the car and drive off.
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They arrive at the Clinic, Stiles opens the back door as Stiles phone rings, Alice held Derek's good arm over her shoulders, leading him inside. She then sat him down on a bags of dog food and kneel down in front of him. She took the wet cloth and dabs it at his forehead and temple, "Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asks him. "It's a rare form of Wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet." Derek states, "Why?" Stiles asks him, "Because he'll die without it." Alice answers him.
Then they enter to the back room, Alice help Derek peel off his shirt, she heart jump knowing he was very well toned, Stiles turns on the light as Derek leans against the table, blackness crawls up is veins as the wound got worse. "You know really? Doesn't look like some Asian machination couldn't take care of." Stiles suggest, "I have to stop the infection before it reaches my heart and kills me." Derek mumbles looking around.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asks him, "If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time..." Derek states. "No do you dare say die, I will not let you die." Alice informs him, fighting her tears, "Last resort." he states, finding something.
"Which is?" Stiles asks him. He pull out a power saw. "You're going to cut off my arm." Derek tells him, Stiles gags a little as Alice cover her mouth in shock.
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Derek passes the power saw to Stiles as Alice stood next to his wounded arm, "Oh my god." Stiles whines. Derek wraps the blue band around his arm, "What of you bleed to death?" Stiles asks. "It'll heal if it works." Derek tells him, Alice looks at him in horror. "If it doesn't work?!" she states.
"Lily not now." Derek mumbles she sighs, "Oh god, Scott please hurry." she mumbles. "Look, I don't know if I can do this." Stiles whimpers, "Why not?" Derek asks tying it off, "Well the cutting through the flesh, the sawing into the bone and especially the blood." Stiles informs him. "You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asks him, "No, but I might at the sight of a chop off arm." Stiles argues. "Alright fine, how 'bout this; either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut off your head." Derek threaten him. "I'm so not buying your threats anymore." Stiles states and was pull over by the collar of his shirt.
"God, okay, alright. Sold, totally. I'll do it, I'll go it." Stiles surrenders to him, but then Derek leans over and threw up black vomit. "Holy god what the hell is that?" Stiles whines, "His body is trying to heal itself." Alice tells him, patting his back. "Yeah will, it's not doing a very good job of it." Stiles mumbles, "Stiles, now. You got to do it now." Alice whimpers, holding Derek down. "Look honestly I don't think I can." Stiles mumbles. "Just do it!" Derek yells at him. Stiles grips the power saw, "Alright here we go." Stiles ready himself, "Stiles? Ally?" Scott calls out. "Scott?" Stiles and Alice call out.
Scott shows up and saw the saw. "What the hell are you doing?" he asks him, Stiles lets out a nervous laugh, setting down the saw. "You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles tells him, "Did you get it?" Alice asks him, pulling Derek back up. Scott reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bullet. "What are you going to do with it?" Stiles asks him, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Derek wobbles, drops the bullet and collapse the floor. "Derek! Derek?!" Alice was kneeling down beside him patting his cheek.
"Derek, come on, wake up." Alice starts to panic, Stiles kneels down beside him. "Scott what the hell are we going to do?" Stiles as him. "I don't know! I can't reach it." Scott struggles, "Derek, get up! You have to get up! You have to be okay! Derek please! I need you!" she cries out. "I think he's dying, I think he's dead." Stiles cries. "No, he's not dead!" Alice shouts at him.
"Just hold on!" Scott tells him. After a few seconds, "I got it! I got it!" Scott tells them. "Sorry Wolf boy." Alice raise her fist and hits him across the face, waking him up, "Get up Derek, get up!" she tells him, pulling his to his feet. Scott gave him the bullet, Derek bit the cap off, emptying the ammunition onto the table. He then pulls out a lighter, let the ammunition, it lite up like a fire cracker, blue smoke animates from it, Derek then scoops up the remains into his hand. Took a deep breath and press the remains into his wound.
He let out a painful cry, falling to the ground. Alice quickly saddles him and press him to the ground, "Derek!" she shout, he let out a painful scream, his inner wolf growling, arching off the ground. He shot up, wrapping his arms around her waist. She hugs him tightly, then the wound closes up and was as good as new. Derek pants against Alice's chest. "That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles does his fist pump. Scott just looks at him, Alice pulls away from Derek and got off of him. "Are you okay?" she asks him, offering her hand, "Except for the agonizing pain?" Derek asks, took her hand and she hosted him up.
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of heath." Stiles states, Alice and Derek glare at him, Alice works on untying the band, "Ok, we save your life. Which means you're going to leave us alone, you got that?" Scott tells him. Alice looks at him, taking the band and placing it back in it's correct spot, "And If you don't I'm gonna go back Allison's dad and I'm gonna tell him everything." Scott threatens him. "Are you going to trust them?" Alice question her brother as she stood next to Derek.
"You think they can help you?" Derek asks. "Will why not. They're a lot freaking nicer then you are." Scott states. Alice looks up at Derek. "Yeah I can show exactly how nice they are." Derek tells him, "What do you mean?" Scott asks him, as Alice avoids everyone's gaze.
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They arrive at the long term care center, Scott, Derek, and Alice got out of the car, "What are we doing here?" Scott asks him, they walk into the building, and into a room where a man in a wheel chair sat, staring at nothing, Alice could smell death on him, and pure rage was rationing off of him. "Who is he?" Scott asks, "He's my uncle. Peter Hale." Derek said with a heavy heart. Well then... is he a werewolf like you? Scott asks him, "He was. Now, he's barley human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor." Derek explains to him.
"So, how can you be so sure that they set the fire?" Scott asks him, "Cause they're the only ones that knew about us." Derek answer. "Well, then... they had a reason." Scott states. "Like what? You tell me what justifies this." Derek turns the wheel chair to make Peter to face them. The right side of his face was scrod and burnt, there was just emptiness inside him, Alice clung to Derek's arm, "They say they'll only kill an adult, only with proof, but there were people in my family perfectly ordinarily in that fire." Scott looks at him, "This is what they do and what Allison will do." Derek tells him.
"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" Peter's nurse asks them, she too smelled of death, Alice just bite the inside of her cheek. "We were just leaving." Derek tells her, wrapping his arm around Alice's waist and they walk out of the building.
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Derek was sitting on his bed, thinking about what happen six years ago. Then soft knocking on the side of the doorway, he looks up and saw Alice standing there. "Hi." she whispers, "Hey." he answers back, "How are you doing?" she asks walking up to him. "I'm fine, aside from the healing." Derek states, flexing his hand. She kneels down in front of him, between his legs. "That not what I meant Derek and you know it." she states, he sighs. "How did you know what I was thinking about?" he asks her, she smiles, "I just do." she states.
Derek hung his head, "It was my fault that they're all dead, I did something terrible and it cost me my family." he whimpers, Alice smiles at him, shaking her head. "It wasn't your fault, she used you, she manipulated you, twisted your feeling for her into getting what she wants. If anyone is to blame, it's that blonde woman, Kate Argent." she states, Derek looks at her in shock. "How... how did you know?" he asks her.
Alice smiles at him, "I've told you once Wolf boy, I'm more smarter then I let on and now that I'm here, I'm going to fix something." she points at his chest, "I'm going to fix this broken heart of your, peace by peace." She whispers to him. He looks at her as if a heavy burden of guilt was lifted of his shoulders. He grabs Alice under her ass, hosted her up onto him lap and rest his head against her chest, she wraps her arms around his neck and held his head in her arms, comforting him. He then lays the both of them down, positioning and they fell asleep in each others arms.
