You woke up in the middle of the night to hear your brother rummaging around in the room next to yours. Furrowing your eyebrows, you sat up, trying to listen for what he was doing. You eventually gave up, figured he went somewhere with Allison or Stiles. Suddenly, your phone buzzed.

'New Message: Allison'

Allison: I hate being woken up this early ):

You: Me too, frickin' brothers.

Allison: Glad I'm an only child!

You put your phone down on your bedside and fell back asleep. A couple hours later, your alarm woke you up. You did your regular routine and put on a comfy outfit of leggings and a hoodie. You walked to school and headed to first period. Or, were rather, until someone stopped you. Stiles.

"What do you want, Stiles?" You sighed softly.

Stiles smiled awkwardly. "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to see a movie this weekend?"

You took it into consideration and nodded. "Yeah, sure. Let me know when."

Stiles smiled. "Sweet. Let's not be late to first period, yeah?"

Nodding, you walked into first period and sat next to your brother. You nudged him, quietly asking him what he was doing last night. Scott said he'd explain later as the teacher walked in and started to hand out the quizzes. You felt your phone buzz and decided to check it later after class. You heard Stiles smack Scott, and you turned around to hear what he was saying. "If Derek isn't the AIpha if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?"

"I don't know."

"Did the AIpha kill the bus driver?"

"I don't know."

Stiles huffed, sitting back in his seat before darting back up. "Does AIIison's dad know about the-"

"I don't know!" Scott said a little too loudly, causing everyone to turn and look at him. The teacher handed Stiles his test then Scott his. Stiles flashed his A at you, and you rolled your eyes. Your eye also caught the D- on the top of Scott's paper. "Dude," Stiles said. "You need to study more."

You nodded, nudging him. "You could've asked me to help you study."

He scoffed. "You don't even know what you got." Scott finished as a paper was sat on your desk. An A circled was at the top of your paper.

"That was a joke," Stiles defended himself. "Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?"

"No, I'm studying with Allison after school," Scott said.

You nudged him, and Stiles looked surprised. "That's my boy."

"We're just studying." Scott defended.

"Uh, no, you're not," Stiles said.

"No, you're not." You added on.

"I'm not?"

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled." Stiles said overdramatically.

"Okay. Just stop with the questions, man."

"Done. No more questions. No more talk about the AIpha or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me." Stiles said softly.

You snort, turning to pay attention to the teacher.

You headed out of school with Stiles, arguing about what movie to see. "You can't force me to see Rouge One with you, Stiles. Why not Fantastic Beasts?"

Stiles scoffed. "I will not see a dumb Harry Potter movie, Y/N."

You gasped and hit him on the arm. "I am coming home with you to beat you- also because we have a project but also so I can beat you!"

He chuckled, getting into the driver's seat and you getting into the passenger seat.

You guys were still arguing as Stiles backed out of the school until you yelled at him to stop as you saw Derek standing in the middle of the road. Suddenly, he fell to the ground.

"You've got to be kidding me, this guy is everywhere," Stiles complained as the person behind him started honking. Scott ran past, and you and Stiles get out of the car.

"What the hell? What are you doing here?" Scott asked.

"I was shot," Derek responded.

"He's not looking so good, dude," Stiles said, and you nodded in agreement.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked hurriedly.

"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked

"No, you idiot."

"Wait. That' what she meant when she said you had 48 hours."

"What? Who said 48 hours?"

"The one who shot you."

Derek's eyes started flashing between bright blue and his normal blue. Your eyes widened. "Uh, I don't think that should be happening."

"What are you doing? Stop that." Scott said.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't." Derek groaned.

"Derek, get up," Scott demanded.

"Guys, we should hurry. People are getting out of their cars." You said quickly.

"Help me get him into your car," Scott said to Stiles and lifted Derek into the passenger seat of his blue jeep.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used," Derek mumbled painfully. It was very clear that he was hanging on by a very thin thread. Whatever bullet they used was really powerful. You leaned beside Scott, listening to what he was saying.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked angrily.

"She's an Argent. She's with them."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because you need me."

Scott glanced to the side to see Allison and looked defeated. "Fine, I'll try."

You climb into the back seat and Stiles gets into the driver's seat. "Get him out of here," Scott says quickly.

"I hate you for this so much," Stiles said.

"Agreed." You mumbled.

Stiles drove off, and you groaned. "If you're the big, bad werewolf, how did you get shot this badly?"

Derek grunted. "I don't know."

You sighed exasperatedly. "Stiles, how long do you think it's gonna take for Scott to find

that bullet?"

He shrugged. "I don't know! Here, text him." He handed his phone back to you. You typed 'Did you find it yet?' and sent it. A few minutes later, your brother responded. "He said he needs more time."

"C'mon," Stiles groaned, "try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

"AImost where?"

"Your house."

You sat up closer to the front seats, "what?"

"What," Derek repeated, "no, you can't take me there."

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked.

"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek protested.

Stiles groaned and pulled over to the side of the road. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?"

"Not yet. I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort? Oh, my God! What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."

You hit the back of Stiles' head. He looked back at you and you looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"Start the car. Now." Derek demanded.

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look-"

"Stiles-" You tried to interrupt.

"-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."

"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth."

The two of them stared at each other before you spoke up. "Start the damn car!"

Stiles and Derek looked at you, startled. It was silent before you yelled again. "Stiles, it's not that hard! Turn the key and hold it, dumbass!"

He looked at you for a couple seconds before doing what you said. You remembered you got a text earlier in the day and decided to check it.

'New Message: Allison'

Allison: I caught my dad and my aunt, Kate, in a lie. My dad said she had a flat tire, and she said she needed a jumpstart.

You: Weird. What were they up to?

You sent the text and leaned back in your seat. What were they up to? "I just sent a text to Scott. He isn't responding." Stiles spoke up. "I'll text him."

Stiles was silent until Scott called. You could hear him through the phone. "What am I supposed to do with him?

"Take him somewhere. Anywhere!"

"And by the way, he's starting to smell."

"Agreed." You said.

"Like what?"

"Like death."

"Okay. Take him to the animal clinic."

"What about your boss?"

"He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster."

Stiles sighed and handed the phone over to Derek. "You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you.

"Did you find it?" Derek asked.

"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million! This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns!"

"If you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?"

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

"Then think about this. The AIpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or you get killed. So if want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet."

Derek hung up the phone and Stiles drove to the clinic. You and Stiles helped Derek inside and Stiles got a text from your brother. "Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet."

"Why"

"Because I'm gonna die without it."

You were confused. "How does getting you the same bullet that's killing you gonna help?"

Derek attempted to grunt out a response but he just didn't respond. You groaned. "Fantastic." You texted Scott that he needed to get here pronto. Stiles pulled Derek into the main surgery room of the clinic and you flipped the light switch.

"You know, that really doesn't Iook Iike anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles said sarcastically.

You punched his shoulder. "Not now, Stiles."

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'II kill me," Derek said, opening a drawer.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"

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

"Which is?" You asked.

"Stiles is going to cut off my arm." He said, holding up a saw.

Your eyes widened. "Okay, hold up, you're not Deadpool. How the hell is that gonna work?"

"Yeah! What if you bleed to death?"

"It'II heal if it works."

"Look, I don't know if I can do this.

"Why not?"

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

"You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No."

"But I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!"

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

"Okay, you know, I'm so not buying your threats anymore."

Derek grabbed Stiles' sleeve. "Oh, my God! Okay. AII right, bought, sold, totally, I'll do it. I'll do it. What are you doing?"

Just as Stiles finished his question, Derek vomited a black liquid onto the tile floor.

"What the fu-" You started but Stiles interrupted you.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's my body, it is trying to heal itself."

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it."

"Now, you gotta do it now."

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

"Just do it!"

"I'll do it." You spoke up, grabbing the saw and turning it on. You were about to cut through the skin when your brother's voice echoed in the hall. "Stiles? Y/N?"

You stopped the saw. "Scott?"

"Wha-What the hell are you doing, Y/N?" He asked.

"You just saved me from a lifetime of nightmares," Stiles said.

"Did you get it?" Derek asked.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asked.

"I'm gonna.." Derek started, then his eyelids started to droop as he dropped the bullet. It rolled into the sewer grate. You started to panic. What if Derek dies? What will happen to Scott?

"Derek? Derek, come on." You bent down, shaking his head, trying to wake him up.

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

"I don't know! I can't reach it."

"He's not waking up!" You yelled, and continued to shake him. "I think he's dying.

I think he's dead."

"Just hold on!"

"Oh! I got it! I got it!"

"PIease don't kill me for this!" Stiles said before punching Derek. "Ow!" He yelled, cradling his hand.

"Give me that," Derek spoke up, taking the bullet from Scott. He stood up and bit the top of the bullet off. He set the gunpowder on fire before sweeping it into his hand. He pressed it into his wound and started to yell in pain in fell to the ground. The wound healed itself soon enough.

"That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles said and you flicked the back of his head.

"Are you okay?"

"Except for the agonizing pain?"

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

Derek stared at you guys silently. "Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone," Scott said. "You got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to AIIison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything." Scott continued.

"You gonna trust them? You think they can help you?"

"Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!"

"Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are."

"What do you mean?"

Derek and Scott left in his car. That left you and Stiles. "Well, that was an adventure and I wish I had just walked back home." You said jokingly and Stiles smiled.

"Well," he said, "you can come over tomorrow." He said confidently.

You smiled. "I'll come over after practice, yeah?"

He smiled as well. "Yeah."

Stiles drove you home, which you were glad for, and you called Allison.

"Hey Allison, how are you? How was dinner with my brother?" You asked.

She laughed quietly. "It was… awkward. But enjoyable."

"Did you ever figure out what that whole car situation was about?"

"No," she sighed, "but they both were acting weird about it. I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking it."

"I dunno either… Have you asked Stiles yet?"

"No, I haven't. I will, though, promise! I've gotta go get some sleep, talk to you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah. Goodnight."

You sat down at your computer, running a hand through your H/C hair. You had to find out what was going on with you. You could turn on water by looking at it, what the hell does that mean? After hours of googling, you found something. A bender. A bender of water, fire, air, and earth.

"So, I'm avatar?" You groaned exasperatedly. "What does that even mean? You know what, I'm too tired for this." You turned off your computer and headed to bed.

A/N: Hey guys! So, I know it's been a long, long time since I updated and I'm so sorry. I had a lot of personal stuff going on and I just didn't feel up to writing this book. I apologize for the long wait. This was a filler chapter, once again, but you get to find out what you are! I know it's kinda cheesy, but it's gonna get better. Hopefully. Hope you enjoy!