I didn't know how long I laid in bed. I was so lost in thought. Did I want to be with Derek? I just got out of a relationship plus there was the age gap. I felt so selfish for being concerned about my love life when Scott thought he was the one that hurt the bus driver. I didn't even notice when Stiles came in my room.
"We have a problem," Stiles told me.
"What's going on now," I asked him trying to hide that he had scared me.
"Scott was on the bus last night," he explained.
"He wasn't the one that attack that man was he?' I ask not wanting to doubt Scott.
"No, it wasn't him," he said looking slightly hesitant, "It was Derek."
"No, that doesn't make sense," I dismissed, "'Why would Derek help Scott remember him attacking someone."
"We think it some kind of pack thing," he explained, "Like to be apart of the pack Derek wants Scott to kill someone with him."
"That's ridiculous as Derek hasn't killed anyone," I reminded him. I wanted to tell Stiles about the alpha but that would mean telling him about Derek being here. I couldn't do that.
"Yes, he has," Stiles argued.
"I'm not arguing about this," I told him.
"You haven't seen him, have you?" he asked me.
"Of course I haven't," I lied, " I can't leave the house remember,"
'Kids! Dinner!" Dad yelled up the stair before Stiles could response. I knew he didn't believe me.
Dinner was cut short when Dad was called back into work. The bus driver was dead. Stiles left right after Dad to tell Scott.
"You need to tell Scott about the Alpha" I texted Derek. I didn't care what Stiles said. Derek was the good guy.
"I will. I'm sorry about earlier. It's best if we don't see each other." Derek replied. Of course, he would say that, because why not make things more complicated. I didn't know what to think. On one hand I had loved Jay and to move on so quickly seem wrong. But, on the other hand the kiss was great and being with Derek was so different than being with Jay. I know Jay cared about me but he was always interested in what I was thinking. Yet, at the same none of this matter because Derek didn't want us to be a thing and if things continued to go on this path we all would be dead sooner than later.
I didn't sleep well that night. It took me forever just to fall asleep. So, the next day I was barely awake in history class that I had with Scott and Stiles. We were talking about what Derek had told Scott last night. I was glad Derek actually did tell him. I tried texting Derek that morning but he hadn't replied.
"If Derek isn't the Alpha if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles asked Scott.
"I don't know, " he told Stiles
"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"Stiles asked Scott.
"I don't know," Scott told him getting annoyed at the questioning.
"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?" Stiles asked Scott not noticing the irritation.
"I don't know!" Scott yelled. "Jeez."
"Dude, you need to study more," Stiles joked when the teacher had back our tests. I had got a B minus while Stiles got an A and Scott got a D minus, "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?"
"No. I'm studying with Allison after school today." Scott told him.
"That's my boy," Stiles exclaimed proudly.
"We're just studying," Scott told him.
"Uh, no, you're not," Stiles told him.
"No, I'm not?" Scott asked him.
"Scott, just studying is definitely not studying," I told Scott.
"But, you went to Jay's just to study right?" Stiles asked me.
"Of course we did Stiles," I told Stiles. If we had maybe I wouldn't of had to retake this class.
"Guys, relax, we are just studying," Scott told us. "It doesn't have to more right?"
"No, 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 told him.
"Okay. Just - Stop with the questions, man." Scott told him.
"Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek - who still scares me" Stiles told him. I felt bad for not telling Stiles about Derek.
It was the end of the school day, and I couldn't be happier about that. I was falling asleep as soon as I got into Stiles's jeep.
"Oh, my God." Stiles yelled causing me to jump awake. Stiles had hit Derek with the jeep. "You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere,"
"What the hell?" Scott asked when he ran up to Derek. Stiles and I went to him as well.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked Derek.
"I was shot," Derek explained.
"He's not looking so good, dude," Stiles told Scott looking grossed out.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked Derek ignoring Stiles.
"I can't. It was - it was a different kind of bullet." Derek explained.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked him.
"No, you idiot," Derek answered annoyed.
"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours," Scott told Derek.
"What? Who - who said 48 hours?" Derek asked Scott confused.
Scott: The one who shot you. What are you doing? Stop that!" Scott yelled at Derek as his eyes were shifting.
"I'm trying to tell you, I can't!" Derek yelled at him.
"Derek, get up!" Scott yelled back.
"Come on, Derek," I told him.
'Help me to put him in the car." Scott yelled at me and Stiles.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used," Derek told Scott after we got him in the jeep.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked him
"Cause she's an Argent. She's with them." Derek told him.
"Why should I help you?" Scott asked him
"To stop him from dying," I yelled at Scott.
"Because you need me," Derek told him.
"Fine. I'll try. Hey, get him out of here." Scott told Stiles.
"I hate you for this so much." Stiles told him before driving off. I couldn't believe this was happening. Derek couldn't die. He just couldn't. I wasn't about to lose another person like this. I couldn't watch someone else die.
"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there," Stiles told Derek.
"Almost where?" Derek asked confused.
"Your house," Stiles told him like it was obvious.
"What? No, you can't take me there." Derek panicked.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked him not understanding his panic.
"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek explained. Stiles pulled the jeep over in frustration
"All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?" Stiles asked him "Hmm? Are you dying?"
"Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek told him
"What do you mean? What last resort? Oh, my God. What is that?" Stiles asked when Derek showed him where he had been shot. I immediately regretted looking at it. "Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out. "
"Start the car. Now." Derek told Stiles.
"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 out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead." Stiles snapped at him.
"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth," Derek threatened. Oh god why did he have to been so attractive.
"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asked Scott when he finally called him. We had been sitting on the side of the road for a while now.
"Take him somewhere, anywhere," Scott told Stiles.
"And, by the way, he's starting to smell," Stiles complained.
"Like - like what?" Scott questioned.
"Like death," Stiles told him.
"Okay, take him to the animal clinic," Scott told Stiles.
"What about your boss?" Stiles asked.
"He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster." Scott explained.
"You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you," Stiles told Derek before Derek took the phone from him.
"Did you find it?" Derek asked him.
"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like - the Walmart of guns." Scott asked him.
"Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?" Derek explained.
"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing," Scott told him. He didn't hate Derek that much did he?
"Then think about this. The Alpha 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 you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." Derek told Scott.
After they got off the phone we went to the animal clinic. My head felt like it was spinning. I was freaking out. I was so scared that Derek was going to die.
"Does Northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked while he unlocked the door to the clinic.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet." Derek said after he sat down on a stack of pet food unable to stand.
"Why?" Stiles questioned.
"Cause I'm gonna die without it," Derek told us.
"Okay. You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles told Derek after we got into the clinic. Derek had taken off his shirt and now we could easily see the wound. If he didn't have blood running down his arm and looking like he could drop dead any second, I would appreciate the view a lot more.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," Derek explained.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asked him. I could tell Stiles was actually starting to worry.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort," Derek told us.
"Which is?" Stiles asked him
"You're gonna cut off my arm," Derek told him holding up a saw.
"He's going to what?" I exclaimed.
"Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asked him.
"It'll heal if it works," Derek told him.
"Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this." Stiles said looking like he was trying not to puke.
"Why not?" Derek growled at him.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles yelled at him.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek questioned.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!" Stiles yelled at him, I wasn't happy about the picture either.
"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." Derek threatened.
"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any -" Stiles started to say before Derek pulled him over the exam table by the collar of his shirt. "Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it. What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?"
Derek had puked up a black liquid. I was going to puke as well.
"It's my body - Trying to heal itself," Derek explained.
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it," Stiles told him.
"Now. You gotta do it now." Derek told him.
"Look, honestly, I don't think I can," Stiles said again.
"Just do it!" Derek screamed.
"Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!" Stiles said trying to get himself to be able to do it. This could not be happening.
"Stiles!" Scott yelled from the other room. Oh, thank god, Scott was here so Stiles didn't have to do it.
"Scott?" Stiles asked as Scott came in the room.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked when he saw the saw against Derek's arm.
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," Stiles told him
"Did you get it?" Derek asked Scott.
"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asked Derek as Scott handed him the bullet.
"I'm gonna - I'm gonna - " Derek started to say before he passed out.
"No. No, no, no, no." Scott said while running after the bullet. Stiles and I ran over to Derek.
"Derek. Derek, come on, wake up." Stiles tried to wake Derek up, "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"
"I don't know! I can't reach it." Scott yelled.
"He's not waking up!" Stiles said in a panic.
"Come on," Scott said trying to reach the bullet.
"I think he's dying. I think he's dead!" Stiles said completely freaking out.
"Just hold on! Come on. Oh! I got it! I got it!" Scott yelled out.
"Stiles! Do something!" I yelled at him.
"Please don't kill me for this. Ugh! Ow! God!" Stiles yelled as he punched Derek causing to wake up. Once Scott gave Derek the bullet, he bite it in half. He dumped the powder on to the table and set it on fire. The fire caused the powder to act like a sparkler. Then Derek put the powder into his wound.
"That - Was - Awesome! Yes!" Stiles yelled when Derek had stopped screaming because of the pain and the wound had healed.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked Derek.
"Well, except for the agonizing pain," Derek told him.
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles said laughing.
"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 - " Scott threatened.
"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek interrupted.
"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are." Scott told him.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are," Derek told him.
Scott left with Derek so that Derek wanted to show him. I was exhausted.
"Are you okay, Jas?" Stiles asked me on the way home.
"Not really, but it's okay," I told him.
"At least I didn't have to cut off his arm," He told me laughing.
"Please never bring that back up. I'm still trying to get the image out of my head." I told him.
I was relieved that we beat Dad home, at least I wouldn't have to come up with a lie about where I had been.
"I hope you are okay. No more scaring me like that." I texted Derek.
" Can't make any promises, but I'll try." Derek responded. I was glad Derek was okay. Even if it might just be for now. Between the hunters and the alpha, Derek and Scott were in a lot of danger.