Just wanted to update you guys and let you know that I am working on an Isaac/OC story. It's called You Found Me and will start with the second season. Its not related to this story in anyway. I thought it would be confusing to have more than one OC to write for. I wanted to do something different for Isaac anyway so please check it out and let me know what you think! I will be updating both stories as regularly as I can! So here's a reward for being such awesome readers! An extra long chapter and an update on a new story!

Chapter 14

A few days later Scarlet was leaving class early when she came around a corner in time to see Derek slam Jackson against his locker. Derek immediately let him go and rushed away, not noticing Scarlet. She rushed over to Jackson.

"Are you ok," she asked as Jackson stared after Derek. He pulled his hand away from his neck to reveal blood. "Oh my god!"

"Who was that? He was looking for McCall, is that his drug dealer," Jackson cried. "I'm going to the nurse. I'll see you later."

Scarlet waited until Jackson was gone to rush after Derek. She got to him just as the bell was ringing. He flinched at the sound, doubling over in pain. "What the hell are you doing here," she demanded. She noticed how pale he was after a moment.

"I need to find Scott, something is wrong," Derek explained through gritted teeth.

"He should be in the parking lot, school just got out," Scarlet said as she grabbed his hand. "Come on, we'll find him."

They slowly made their way to the parking lot, not only was he incredibly pale, but he seemed to be really weak too. As Scarlet scanned the parking lot for Scott, Derek let go of her hand and moved away from her. Tires screeching caused her to look over in his direction. He had walked in front of the jeep, before collapsing to the ground.

"Oh shit," Scarlet said before rushing over to him. "Derek, Derek, are you ok? What is going on?"

Scott and Stiles came over as Scarlet helped Derek sit up. "What are you doing here," Scott demanded.

"I was shot," Derek explained.

"He's not looking so good dude," Stiles said.

"No shit sherlock! He was shot," Scarlet snapped. "Who shot you?"

"Why aren't you healing," Scott asked.

"I don't know Scar. I can't heal, it was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet," Stiles asked.

"No you idiot," Derek replied.

"Wait, wait, that's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours," Scott said suddenly.

"What? Who said 48 hours?"

"The woman who shot you," Scott explained. Derek flinched and his eyes flashed bright blue.

"What are you doing," Scott demanded as horns began to honk. "Stop that!"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, I can't," Derek ground out as his eyes continued to shift.

"Derek, get up," Scott said firmly. He finally helped Derek up and headed toward the jeep. "I'm putting him in your car."

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used," Derek said as Scarlet climbed in through the driver's side.

"How am I supposed to do that," Scott asked.

"She's an Argent, she's with them," Derek replied.

"Why should I help you," Scott demanded.

"Because you need me," Derek said seriously.

"How about because I will kill you if you don't," Scarlet snapped as she stared at him.

"Fine, I'll try," Scott said as Stiles got in the jeep. "Get him out of here!"

"I hate you for this, so much," Stiles said before pulling out of the parking lot. Scarlet leaned between the seats to get a look at Derek. "What are we supposed to do with an injured werewolf?"

"Take care of him," Scarlet said as he drove.

"He's not a puppy Scarlet!"

"Trust me, I am completely aware of that fact, you idiot," Scarlet snapped.

"God, you are even starting to sound like him," Stiles muttered.

"That's my girl," Derek replied through his pain. Scarlet couldn't help but smile at him.

"Seriously, what do you need us to do," she asked. She yanked a water bottle out of her bag and unscrewed the cap. She carefully manuvered herself between the seats so she was facing Derek. She held the bottle up to his lips so he could have some water. Stiles hit a bump and ended up throwing Scarlet into Derek's chest.

Derek let out a groan of pain and Scarlet immediately shifted away from him. "Stiles, be careful," she cried as she gave Derek some more water. Stiles stared at her for a moment before texting Scott. Scarlet pressed her hand to Derek's forehead. "You are burning up. Let's get your jacket off."

Derek did his best to help her remove it. Stiles' phone dinged to indicate Scott had texted him back. "Hey be careful, try not to bleed out all over my seats, we are almost there," Stiles said.

"Where's there," Derek asked.

"Your house," Stiles said as though it were obvious.

"What? No, you can't take me there," Derek replied.

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

"Not while I can't protect myself."

Stiles immediately pulled over to the side of the road and turned to look at Derek. "What happens if Scott can't find your little magic bullet? Hm? Are you dying?"

"I have a last resort," Derek said as he glanced away.

"What do you mean you have a last resort," Stiles demanded.

Derek pulled up his shirt sleeve to reveal the bullet wound. Scarlet gasped in shock and Stiles flinched. "Oh my god what is that," Stiles cried. "Oh is that contagious? You know you should probably just get out."

"Stiles," Scarlet cried as she gently touched Derek's arm.

"Start the car, now," Derek ordered.

"Yeah, I don't think that you should be barking orders with the way you look. In fact, I think that if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead," Stiles snapped.

"Or you could not," Scarlet shouted back at him.

"Start the car, or I'm going to rip your throat out," Derek threatened. "With my teeth."

Scarlet stared at Derek in silent shock, but Stiles started the car. "That was not cool," Scarlet informed him.

"He started the car didn't he," Derek asked as he met her gaze.

"You rip my twin's throat out with your teeth, and we are done. Understand? I don't care if you have been shot, you can't hurt him," Scarlet said firmly.

"Sorry," Derek said quickly.

"Tell him that," Scarlet said as she pointed to Stiles.

"Stiles, I'm sorry," Derek immediately said.

"She's got you whipped," Stiles replied.

"Shut up," Derek and Scarlet snapped together.

Stiles drove around for an hour, texting Scott, but he wasn't responding. Stiles finally pulled over and they sat on the side of the road. Scarlet kept giving Derek water and managed to get him to take some of the tylenol she had found in her bag. She was doing her best to be brave and strong, she knew if she started freaking out like she wanted to it would upset Derek and Stiles. She was sandwiched between them in the front seat staring out the windshield silently. Derek's thumb was brushing against the back of her hand, trying to keep her calm.

"You ok," Derek asked.

Scarlet shook her head and avoided his gaze. Stiles squeezed her arm in an attempt to reassure her. He didn't like Derek, but he didn't want him to die.

"Come here," Derek said as he tugged her into his lap. Scarlet settled against his side, her head resting against his shoulder. He wrapped his uninjured arm around her as she leaned into him. "It's going to be ok."

Scarlet nodded silently as she avoided both his and Stiles' gaze. Things just kept getting worse for them, was it supposed to be this hard?

It was dark by the time Stiles' phone rang. "Oh thank god," he said when he saw it was Scott. "Did you find it yet?"

Stiles listened to Scott's response but cut him off. "What am I supposed to do with him?"

"Take him somewhere, anywhere," Scott said.

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

"Like what?"

"Like death," Stiles hissed.

"Ok, take him to the animal clinic," Scott finally said.

"What about your boss?"

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

"You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you," Stiles said as he handed Derek the phone.

"Did you find it," Derek asked tiredly. He listened to Scott's response but didn't seem to care what he was saying. "Look if you don't find it, then I'm dead all right?"

Scott obviously made a flip comment because Derek immediately set him straight. "Think about this, the alpha calls you out against your will, 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."

With that he hung up the phone and passed it back to Stiles. Scarlet pursed her lips as she glanced at him. Derek met her gaze and nodded solemnly. It didn't take long for them to get to the animal clinic. Derek leaned against Scarlet as Stiles opened the door and they headed inside.

Stiles' phone dinged indicating he had a text message. "Does nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

"Its a rare form of wolf's bane," Derek replied. Scarlet was still standing in the doorway, her arms crossed as she stared at him. "He has to bring me the bullet."

"Why," Stiles asked.

"Because I'm going to die without it," Derek explained. He immediately looked at Scarlet but she staring down at her shoes.

"We should get you inside," Stiles said as he glanced between them. He pulled Derek up and led them further into the clinic into one of the examination rooms. Derek tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside. Under any other circumstances Scarlet would have checked him out, but now she couldn't stop staring at the bullet wound.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything," Stiles started to say but Scarlet cut him off.

"Do not be sarcastic right now."

"If the infection reaches my heart it will kill me," Derek said breathlessly. He began to search through the cabinets for something.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it," Stiles asked.

"Really? Do you think that is helping anyone right now," Scarlet cried as she stared at her twin.

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

"Which is," Stiles asked as Derek held up a saw.

"You're going to cut off my arm," Derek replied.

"No he's not," Scarlet said firmly. Derek came back to the table passing Stiles the saw. He began tying a strap around his arm as Stiles picked up the saw and buzzed it a few times.

"Oh my god," Stiles said before setting down the saw. "What if you bleed to death?"

"It will heal if it works," Derek replied.

"If it works? You want my brother to cut off your arm and you don't even know if this is going to work," Scarlet demanded.

"Look I don't know if I can do this," Stiles said as he glanced at Scarlet.

"Why not," Derek snapped.

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

"You faint at the sight of blood," Derek said in exasperation.

"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," Derek offered.

"Ok, you know, I'm so not buying your threats anymore," Stiles said as Derek reached out and grabbed him, yanking him forward. "Oh my god, ok, fine, sold, I'll do it, I'll do it."

Derek inhaled sharply and leaned away from Stiles before vomiting onto the floor. "Holy god, what the hell is that," Stiles asked. Scarlet wiped off Derek's face and shook her head at him.

"My body is trying to heal itself."

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

"Now, you've got to do it now," Derek ordered.

"No, he's not cutting off your arm," Scarlet shouted. "There has to be something else! This could kill you, we should wait for Scott!"

"Look honestly I don't think I can," Stiles said quickly.

"Just do it," Derek shouted at him. Scarlet stepped back from them and shook her head at Derek. She made her way to the door as Stiles turned on the saw. She wasn't going to stay and watch this, she couldn't.

"Stiles," Scott called out before Stiles could do it though.

"Oh thank god," Scarlet said as she opened the door for Scott.

"What the hell are you doing," Scott demanded when he saw the saw.

"He was going to cut Derek's arm off," Scarlet cried.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," Stiles added.

"Did you get it," Derek asked as he pushed himself up. Scott immediately dug the bullet out of his pocket and passed it to him.

"What are you going to do with it," Stiles asked.

"I'm going to... I'm gonna," Derek said before collapsing again. Scarlet was across the room in a second kneeling next to him.

"Derek, Derek, open your eyes. Don't you dare do this to me you ass," she cried as she began to tap his face. "You can not die like this. Wake up!"

"I think he's dying, I think he's dead," Stiles said as he felt the side of Derek's neck for a pulse.

"He's NOT dead," Scarlet cried as she hit Derek on the chest. "Wake up you ass!"

Stiles glanced between the two of them before pulling back and punching Derek. It worked and Derek immediately demanded the bullet as he climbed to his feet. Scarlet remained kneeling on the floor so she couldn't tell what was happening, until Derek hit the floor again and began to cry out in pain. The wound healed though, completely disappearing.

"That was awesome," Stiles said emphatically. "YES!"

Derek rose to his feet as Scarlet pushed Scott and Stiles out of the way to get to him. "Are you ok," she asked as she helped him to his feet.

"Except for the agonizing pain," he said brusquely.

"I guess the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles replied.

"Ok, we saved your life, which means you are going to leave us alone. Scarlet too," Scott ordered. "You got that? And if you don't I'm going to go back to Alison's dad, I'm going to tell him everything!"

"You're going to trust them," Derek asked. "You think they can help you?"

"Well why not," Scott demanded. "They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!"

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

"What do you mean," Scott asked.

"Come with me, there is something you have to see," Derek ordered before moving around Scarlet to grab his shirt. He didn't even look at her as he did so. Scarlet clenched her fists and stared at his back for a moment.

"No, you two give us a minute please? I need to talk to him," Scarlet said lowly.

"Uh, sure," Stiles said as he grabbed Scott's arm. He knew that look on her face, Scarlet was about to go off. She waited until they were out of the room to say anything.

"So that's it? You don't have anything to say to me? You almost died, you were going to make my brother cut off your arm and now you are going to run off with Scott, without so much as a word to me," Scarlet cried.

"Yeah, I am. You have to get used to this Scarlet, people are going to try and kill me," Derek snapped.

"And I'm supposed to be ok with that and act like it wasn't awful? Because it was awful Derek."

"I am aware of how awful it was Scarlet, I'm the one that got shot remember?"

"You know what, fuck you Derek. Seriously I don't get this, I don't understand why this happened to us, so how do we undo this, how do we make this mate thing go away? You obviously don't want me as your mate, you just want me around when its convient for you. That's exactly like Jackson and you were the one that told me I deserve better than that! Make this go away! I don't care how you do it, but this, you treating me like this, its not what I wanted."

Derek stared at her for a long moment, Scarlet knew what he was doing. He was seeing if she was lying, if she was just speaking out of anger or if she actually meant what she was saying. Derek looked away from her, hurt in his eyes. "It can't be undo Scarlet, I'm sorry," Derek said before walking out of the room.