It was Thursday and classes were finally over. I was walking over to my locker when I noticed Derek walking in the hall. I walked over to him and saw blood dripping from his hand.
"Ah, Derek, right?" I touched his shoulder and he spun around knocking me down.
"well I was going more for a hi but you know this is good too". When I got back up with my bag he disappeared. Stiles texted me saying to meet him at his jeep instead of his locker. I went outside and immediately saw the huge lineup of cars that were all honking at Stiles jeep. I ran over and found Derek on the ground with Scott and Stiles by his side.
"What the hell is going on? And Derek you know what happened back there was kinda rude right?" They all looked up to see me walking towards them. Derek sent me a glare and returned to Scott.
"I was, shot". I stood next to Stiles.
"He's not looking so good dude". Stiles added.
"Why aren't you healing". Scott asked Derek.
"I, I can't. It was a different kind of bullet". Stiles stepped forward.
"silver bullet?" I laughed at his thought but Derek obviously didn't think it was funny.
"No, you idiot". He was looking really pale and it seemed like he was about to pass out at any moment now.
"Wait, that's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours". Derek looked at him confused.
"Who, who said 48 hours?" Scott narrowed his eyebrows.
"The one who shot you". Derek started hissing in pain and his eyes started changing to a light blue color.
"What are you doing? stop that". Scott looked around to see if anyone noticed.
"That's what I told you. I can't". I stepped forward and leaned down to Scott's level.
"Uhm Scott? Maybe we should get him in the jeep before he changes". He just stared at me.
"Like right now!" He went behind Derek and grabbed him under the arms. He pulled him up and I opened the passenger door to Stiles jeep. Scott put him in and closed the door.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used". Scott held on to the window. "How the hell am I suppose to find that out?" People started getting out of their cars.
"She's an Argent. She's with them". I saw Alison coming over.
"Why should I help you?" Scott asked.
"Because you need me". Stiles walked around his jeep and started the engine.
"Scott be careful and don't get caught". I gave him a pat on the arm for good luck and sat in the back.
"Stiles, get him out of here". Stiles looked over to Scott and told him.
"I hate you for this, so much".
I wasn't sure where we were going. Stiles checked his phone and got a message from Scott saying that he needed more time.
"Come on, can you try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost at your house". Derek took his sweatshirt off and chucked it in the back on me.
"Dude, honestly, what is your problem. Okay yeah you have a bullet in your arm but at least it wasn't in your heart. So stop being so rude all the time, it's kind of getting old". He shot me a look in the back and I immediately went back to being quiet.
"You can't bring me there". Stiles sighed.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Derek shook his head.
"Not when I can't protect myself". Stiles slowed the jeep down and pulled over.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your magic bullet, hmm? Are you dying?" Derek looked down to the floor.
"Not yet, I have a last resort". Derek lifted his sleeve up to show us the bullet hole. It was not a pretty sight.
"Oh my god what in the holy hell is that?" I asked him. Me and Stiles both started gagging and looked away.
"You know what? You should probably just get out". Stiles pointed his finger towards the door still covering his mouth with his hand.
"Start the car. Now". Derek was breathing heavily.
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass in the middle of the road and leave you for the dead". Derek looked annoyed.
"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out, with my teeth". I leaned forward near Stiles ear.
"I really think you should just listen to him and start the car before I have to watch my boyfriend get himself killed and then I end up with post traumatic stress. Just saying". He reluctantly grabbed his keys and started the engine.
We ended up parking on the side of the road near a park.
"Stiles what do we do with him?" It was getting dark outside and I still had Chinook to take care of.
"Scott is calling me, one second". He grabbed his phone and put it against his ear.
"What are we supposed to do with him?" He was holding his head in his hand. "and by the way he's starting to smell... like death... What about your boss?... You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you". Stiles passed his phone over to Derek.
"Did you find it?...Look if you don't find it, then I'm dead alright?...Think about this. The alpha called you out against your will. It means he'll do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or get killed. So if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet". He shut the phone of and passed it to Stiles. I clapped my hands.
"Very inspirational speech Derek. Way to scare the poor boy". Stiles started driving towards the animal hospital. Derek ignored me. I leaned back and looked out the window. Everyone was quiet for the rest of the ride.
When we arrived Stiles opened the back door. Derek slumped against the wall and I stood near Stiles. His phone went off and asked Derek
"Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?". I walked over to the door for the clinic trying to open it.
"It's a rare type of wolfs bane. He has to bring me the bullet". I turned around to face him. "Why?" He sighed and told me
"Cause I'm gonna die without it". I continued to try and open the door.
"Stiles, a little help here?" He walked over to me and took the keys out of his pocket.
"Maybe this will help". He put the key in the lock and turned it. I tried opening it again. It worked but I fell forward for pushing the door too hard. Stiles caught me before I hit the floor.
"Well that's one way to open a door". I smiled to Stiles. Stiles went back and helped Derek up and brought him in the room. Derek took his shirt off and put his arm on the examination table.
"You know that really doesn't look anything some Echinacea and a good night sleep couldn't take care of". There goes Stiles again. Trying to lighten up the mood with a failed attempt.
"Once the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me". I walked around the table.
"Everything that comes out of your mouth is either rude or negative and maybe sometimes both". I walked around the table getting closer to him.
"If Scott doesn't get here in time I have a last resort". Derek was rummaging through the drawers.
"Which is?" Stiles asked him. "You are gonna cut off my arm". Stiles gave him a look of horror.
"Yeah Stiles he's talking to you. I'm am definitely not doing that". Stiles shook his head.
"Oh my god, what if you bleed to death?" Derek wrapped a blue ribbon around his arm.
"It's heal if it works". I grabbed the saw and turned it on and off.
"Sam you should do it". I turned to looked towards Stiles who was backing away.
"Why me? You're the freaking guy!" He grabbed his arm and put the saw in his hand.
"Look, I don't know if I can do this". Derek was finishing tying up the ribbon.
"Why not?" I backed up behind Stiles.
"because the cutting of flesh and the sawing through the bone and especially the blood!". Derek slammed the back of his hand on the table.
"What, do you faint at the sight of blood?" I leaned against the cabinets behind me.
"No but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles told him.
"How about this. Either you cut off my arm, or I cut off your head". Stiles lifted his arms up and pointed his fingers towards him.
"Okay, I'm so not buying your threats anymore". Before anyone could react Derek reached across the table and grabbed Stiles by the shirt pulling him forward.
"Oh my god, okay, alright, fine, sold, I'll do it, I'll totally do it". I stepped forward standing beside the table.
"Can you please let go of him, you're gonna hurt him". Derek did let go but then he looked towards me and leaned my way ducking his head. He vomited black stuff all over me. I started feeling light headed as I heard Stiles say.
"Holy god, what the hell is that?" Derek lifted his head back up.
"It's my body trying to heal itself". He leaned his head against the table.
"You did not just puke disgusting dog vomit all over me" I just kept staring at the ground. "and your body is not doing a pretty good job of it. Hey sam? You're not looking so good maybe you should sit down". Stiles told me.
"Stiles can you please pass me your shirt". I looked at him and went over to the sink grabbing water and pouring it on my face.
"What about me?" He asked me.
"You have a t-shirt under it now just pass me your shirt Stiles or I am seriously going to rip it off of you". He took his shirt off and through it to me.
"Now. You have got to do it now". Derek told Stiles. I turned around, facing the wall. I took my shirt off since the boys were too busy worrying about Derek's arm.
"Look honestly, I don't think I can". Stiles told Derek. I put my hand in the sleeves and buttoned up the shirt.
"Just do it!" I heard Derek yelling towards Stiles.
"Oh my god, okay. Oh god. Alright, here we go". Then we all heard Scott angelic voice.
"Stiles?" Well at the moment it was since he was the only one who could save Derek without cutting any one's arm off.
"Scott?" Scott ran in and everyone stopped. He looked over to Stiles who was holding the electric saw over Derek's arm.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Stiles let out a long breath of relief.
"Oh you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares". I walked over to the table.
"Did you get it?" I asked him. He put his hand in his pocket and passed the bullet over to Derek who swayed on his feet.
"What are you going to do with it?" Stiles asked him. I walked behind Derek to get a closer look at it.
"I'm gonna, I'm gonna". He dropped the bullet and it rolled over the table. He then fell backwards into me. I tried catching him before he hit his head on the floor and managed to keep him up for a little.
"Okay guys a little help here?". Stiles came over and helped me put him down on the floor as Scott slid to the floor and tried to get the bullet that fell in the hole.
"Derek? Earth to Derek, Come one buddy wake up!" I kept shaking his head side to side.
"Scott what the hell are we going to do?" Stiles asked Scott.
"I don't know! I can't reach it" Scott yelled to us.
"Stiles, he's not waking up!" I told him. Stiles started panicking.
"I think he's dying, I think he's dead". I started slapping Derek across the face.
"I got it! I got it!" Scott got up and ran to us. Stiles pushed me aside and grabbed Derek's face.
"Please don't kill me for this". He lifted his fist and punched Derek in the face.
"Ow! God!" Derek wasn't the on yelling it was Stiles. I took his hand and gave it a kiss.
"Put some ice on it when we get home". I told him. Derek grabbed the bullet and bit it open. A bunch of powder fell on the counter and he lit it on fire. He put the powder in his hand and shoved it in his bullet hole. He started yelling like hell and fell to the floor next to me. Stiles grabbed my arm and backed me up against him. Derek kept yelling and growling at the same time. After a while the black veins popping out of his arm and the bullet wound disappeared.
"That was, awesome!" Stiles fist pumped in the air. Derek got up.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked him.
"Well except for the agonizing pain". He ripped off the blue ribbon.
"Guessing the use of sarcasm is a good sign of health". I leaned on the table and Derek sent him a glare.
"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 Alison's dad and I'm gonna tell him everything". If Scott went back to Alison's dad he would get himself killed.
"You're gonna trust them? Well you think they can help you?" Scot shrugged his shoulder.
"Well why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are". Well said Scott, was all I could think of.
"Yeah, I can show you exactly how nicer they are". I took a step forward.
"What do you mean by that?" He shook his head towards me.
"No. You and Stiles are going to go back home. Scott you're coming with me". He can't just take my brother and not tell me where he's going.
"That's not happening. No way. Scott, mom is probably wondering where we are so you are coming home with me and Stiles". Derek put his hand on my shoulder but I just shoved it off. "Just go home. I'm not gonna hurt him". He took Scott's arm and pulled him along. I was going to go join him but Stiles just held on to my waist.
"Let them go, Scott will tell us about it later". I turned to look at him.
"Since when do you pass up on adventures?" He brought me back to his jeep.
"Since Derek is involved. That dude still gives me the creeps". I got in and he started the engine.
"Nah, he's just a rude jackass with anger issues". I told him. He snorted and continued to drive over to my house.
When I opened my front door there was garbage everywhere.
"What the hell happened here?!" I walked in picking up a few things off the floor. Chinook came running down the stairs jumping up onto my leg.
"Stiles help me pick this up before my mom comes home please". I looked over to Chinook.
"I think I'll tie you up in the back when we're not home now". We picked everything up and I vacuumed the kitchen and the living room. I put the vacuum down and walked over to Stiles who was sitting on the couch.
"Thank you". He was laying down and it looked as though he was asleep.
"Stiles? You awake?" He didn't move so I bent down and gave him a kiss on the lips. He opened his eyes and blinked repeatedly.
"That's one way to wake a guy up". I smiled and he sat up stretching his arms.
"I better go. It's getting late". He got up and I walked him to the entrance.
"yeah but don't fall asleep behind the wheel". He gave me a peck on the lips.
"I'll try not to, goodnight. See you tomorrow". He walked outside. And I shut the door. I walked to the kitchen and refilled Chinook's water bowl, gave her some more food and brought her outside. I showered then grabbed the dog and went to bed. I didn't even hear anyone come in.
It was Sunday night and I had nothing to do because I had already brought the dog for a walk and posted all the found dog posters. Stiles was eating with his dad and Scott was at work just like my mom. I decided to tie Chinook up in the back with water and food and went for a walk to the movie store. I was in the mood for a little comedy. It was already pretty dark out so I wore track pants with a white sweatshirt so that cars could see me walking.
I was 5 minutes away from the movie store when something big and furry jumped out at me shoving me to the middle of the road. He pushed down on my side and I heard a crack in my left ribs but decided that it was nothing.
"Holy shit! What is your problem?" I yelled out to the creature. He looked back and I noticed it had red eyes. I got up and it was about to lunge at me but a car was coming my way. I tried moving out of the road but I felt pain go up my left side. I fell to my knees and hands. Each breath brought pain. There were blue and red lights flashing on top of the car so it must have been a police car. The car slowed down and swerved around me. I lay down on the pavement and closed my eyes trying not to focus on the pain going up my side. I heard the car door open and someone run over to me.
"Sam? What happened? Are you okay? Can you get up?" It was Stiles voice. He needed to slow down on the questions.
"I, I don't even know, some random thing just shoved me to the ground and I heard a crack in my ribs and then a car almost runs me over because I can't move without feeling pain". I told him. Stiles lifted my back up and I cringed in pain.
"Stiles who is it?" Was that Mr. Stilinski voice?
"It's Sam. We have to get her to the hospital or something. I think she cracked a rib". He helped me up and I leaned into him for support while holding on to my side.
"No, I, I'm not going to the hospital Stiles". I slowly walked over to the car, Stiles carrying me half way. Mr. Stilinski opened the door and Stiles sat me down in the seat at the back. He hopped in beside me and held on to me.
"There's an ambulance at the video store. I can take you there Samantha but you need to get that checked". Mr. Stilinski told me. I nodded my head and laid it against Stiles shoulder.
"What happened at the video store?" The car started again.
"Someone got murdered inside the store". The car stopped and lights were flashing everywhere. Mr. Stilinski got out of the car and turned to look at Stiles.
"Get her to the ambulance and stay there". He told him sternly. Stiles opened the door and helped me out. He walked me over slowly to the ambulance and sat me down in it. I could hear Jackson yelling at Stiles dad. Stiles looked over and yelled out
"Woah is that a dead body?" Jackson shut up and Stiles earned himself a look from his dad. I saw an EMT coming my way so I hopped down from the ambulance groaning in pain. I didn't want to end up in the hospital having to get x-rays so I tried walking away but Stiles caught up to me since I was walking so slowly.
"Hey woah. Where are you going? The EMT is coming". Before I could say anything someone caught me off.
"Hi, I'm Helen and judging from the way you are holding your side and the way you're leaning more towards the left I'd say that you are hurt. So why don't you come on up here and I can check it out?" Stiles started pulling me back towards the ambulance but I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp.
"No that's alright. It doesn't hurt that much. I just need to rest". I gave her a smile but she didn't believe me and neither did Stiles as he helped me sit up in the ambulance. He sat beside me holding my hand.
"Well it can never hurt to check". She put gloves on and probed my left side. I leaned towards Stiles and winced in pain.
"I'm just going to lift your shirt up a bit to get a closer look, is that alright?" I nodded my head and felt Stiles squeeze my hand. She lifted my shirt up and lightly touched my side.
"Well it doesn't seem to be that bad just make sure not to do any activities such as sports the next few weeks. Maybe we should even get it x-rayed just to make sure that your don't have any broken ribs. I can also give you pain medication". She put my shirt down and took her gloves off.
"No that's alright. I'll just have him take me home so I can sleep and also my mom is a nurse so she can get me that stuff without me having to go to the hospital". She nodded her head and Stiles helped me down.
"Alright but like I said take it easy". She closed the doors and walked away.
"Are you sure you don't want any pain meds? I'm sure they would help a lot".
I started walking forward and felt a little light headed.
"Sam? Can you hear me?" I arrived at the police car and sat down on the ground putting my head between my knees. Stiles sat down next to me and rubbed his hand in circles on my back.
"Yes I can hear you; I just need to go home". He brought me up and opened the door to the car.
"Sam?" What was Scott doing here?