So anyone see the first ten minutes of season 2? I did and it was flippin' awesome! No Derek :c but Stiles made up for it with his silliness and did you guys see Jackson? He's doing very well in life c; But he will never compare to Sexy. Anyways, if you haven't seen it, go watch it! It leaves you wanting more.
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Disclaimer: I wish I owned Derek, but alas I own nothing you recognize.
The McCall Twin
Chapter Seven – Magic Bullet Pt. 1
My back hit the wall hard. I gasped at the shock, but suddenly my mouth was invaded by something warm. My brown eyes focused on his green ones for a second, but they closed as Derek growled. I shivered against his hard body and pulled him closer. He complied by lifting my legs to go around his waist. He heaved me up keeping his sexy hands on my buttocks.
Yes, I say buttocks; back to the sexy action.
I pulled away from his warm, soft lips. Not willingly, but you know there's that thing I have to do – breathe. So lame, I know.
It didn't faze Derek as he attacked my neck. I tilted my head back so he would have more access and gasped as he nipped gently at the sensitive spot above my collarbone. I moaned and wound my fingers through his sexy hair as he continued his assault on my neck. Suddenly, I pushed him away and captured his lips once again.
His chest vibrated as he growled and he pushed himself closer to me, which was pretty talented considering you couldn't fit air between us. I left my fingers move down to the end of his shirt and tugged it up. He pulled his lips away as he pulled the shirt off with one hand.
Isn't he so talented? That be my Sexy.
He moved his head to my lips, but all of sudden his hands slipped. Damn, I must be really good to make him lose focus. Ha, Emily McCall immune to werewolf powers. Take that, bootie-munches!
My back hit the floor and I sat up quickly. I looked around and noticed I was in my room on the floor. And the saddest thing, there was no Derek. It was all a dream and no, I'm not quoting Biggie! This is crap!
I groaned and lay back to the floor. Even in my sleep I couldn't get laid! Guess I got to make it real; hecks yeah.
I pulled myself off the floor and walked to the bathroom in the hallway, since mine didn't have toilet paper. I know I'm a lazy-bleeper. Once I was done, I realized how tired I was. Damn, even dream Derek is that flipping good. I yawned then left the restroom.
Abruptly, I ran into… twin? I rubbed my eyes and squinted, "Scott?"
"Uh no, this is all a dream. Go back to bed Emily." He said waving his hands all slow-like.
Me being hella tired and deprived of Sexy believed him. "Oh ok, you know usually my dreams with you revolve around growling at you and saying 'Take my sandwich and I'll have you neutered; burn dream twin' huh night Scotty." I dragged myself to my bed and fell on it. As soon as my eyes closed, Derek appeared.
Yes, naked…
-X-
I just got out of Spanish when I heard, "Emily!"
I stopped and turned to see Allison and Lydia making their way towards me. Allison: yay. Lydia: wtf?
I slowed as they caught up with me and said slowly, "Allison, Lydia, hey."
Allison grinned, "Hi, Emily." Now how could this sweet girl be related to Daddy Argent?
"Is your hair really that color?" Now who do you think that was from? Little hint, it's not Sweet Ally Argent.
Is your face really that way? Yes, inner burn. Ha, you're in flames, Lydia!
"So," Allison captured my attention, "how you getting home since Scott is coming over after school to study?" Oh right, study.
"Oh, Stiles is taking me home while you and Scott," I made quotations with my fingers, "study."
She blushed, "We are studying!"
I raised my hands in defense. "Oh no, I believe you. What are you studying? Human anatomy?" Yes, I done went there.
Allison blushed darker.
But what really surprised me was Lydia. "I completely agree with Emily." Now if she would give me some animal crackers, we could be best friends. "Just studying never ends with just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub until he eventually cops a feel."
"I hear that," I said climbing the stairs. Wow, I'm agreeing with Lydia. Oh no, I can't let Stiles know or I'll be playing matchmaker and I'm really awkward when putting people together. Especially when Lydia's pressing the rejection button like the judges on America's Got Talent. Woo burn! I'm only not awkward when it's Sexy and me. We are just made to be. I know it and Emily knows it all. Remember that.
"Wait," Allison stopped us, "So what are you saying?"
Lydia spoke up, "I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up." Ewwwwwww, this is so gross.
Allison looked confused. Wow, she's as slow as Scott.
Lydia chuckled then nudged Ally. "Hello Snow White, I'm talking about a condom."
Ally looked at a loss for words.
I laughed at her reaction and said, "Yeah Al, unless you want a bun in the oven. Oh, be sure to name it after me."
"What if it's a boy?" Lydia asked.
"Duh," I said, "Emilio."
Lydia gave me a weird look. "Clever."
I'm must be on a roll today. Lydia Martin agreed with me twice in one day. Ooh, wait till Stiles finds out.
Allison finally gained control of her mouth. "Are you guys kidding? After one date?"
Lydia scoffed. "Don't be a total prude."
And that's where I tuned out 'cause they started talking about giving twin a taste and I really didn't want to start puking. Hmm… maybe I should give Derek a taste… ha, who am I kidding? He can have the whole thing and we haven't even gone on one date… well unless you count when I visited him in jail or when we went to the hospital together. And FYI, I count both! So it's really our third date next time I see him and you know what people do on third dates. Oh cha, guess my weekend's gonna be bu-sy. Yeah, you smell me?
Suddenly, the bell rang and I was so caught up in my thoughts that I, yes folks, screamed bloody murder.
Lydia and Allison turned to me abruptly.
"He-he," I said rubbing the back of my neck. "I just remembered I have to meet up with Stiles before he leaves me." They continued to stare at me. "He's done it before." Still staring. "At Chuck E. Cheese." More stares. "Yeah, I'm a go. See ya." They said goodbye and I began walking away until I thought of something. "Hey Al?" She turned to me. "If you go into heat, package twin's meat." I winked and was immensely satisfied when her blush returned.
Suck on them toes, Ally.
-X-
I caught up with Stiles at his Jeep. We got in and I changed the station to pop and began singing, "I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine! I got a love and I know that it's all mine! Oh, woah!"
"Wow Emily, you should really be on American Idol," Stiles said as he pulled out. Ha-ha, that sounded wrong! Get it? Penis in vagina. Classic.
"Really?"
"No."
"Bitch."
"Ass."
"It's 'jerk', shit face."
"What the hell are you talking about, hoeski?"
"It's from Supernatural, penis breath."
"Whatever, I have enough supernatural in my life, hoe bag."
"Well, shit dick, if you saw the guys on it, you wouldn't mind. Hey that reminds me, how's it going with Jackson?"
"Well played, slut."
"Anytime, bastard."
Don't you just love our conversations? I know I cherish them.
I suddenly felt the need to look up. I did and I saw the one person that made me have to change my underwear. No just kidding… maybe. Derek! He walked in front of us and held his hand out.
Stiles slammed on the brakes and shouted, "Oh my god!"
I was really excited to see him until I really looked at him. He looked sick and pale. I didn't think werewolves could get sick, but no time for thinking! Sexy needs help. Doctor Emily McCall ready for action! I know what you're thinking- what will he do for payment? Well, I've already got it picked out. Insert huge grin and wiggling eyebrows. That's right!
People started honking at us because we were holding up the line. Why are they complaining? 'Cause it's so important to get home! What they gonna do? Go home and sit their lazy asses on the couch and eat? Probably and how do I know? 'Cause that's what I be doing.
I stuck my head out the window and began yelling at them. "Shut the hell up! Yeah, that's right I'm talking to you! Yeah, what you gon' do? What? Well lemme borrow a leash from your mama! Yup, I done said it! What, what? Come at me, bruh! Ha, yeah you ain't gon' do nothing. Sit your bitch-ass down!"
I turned back to Derek only to see him fall to the floor. Sexy!
I jumped out of the car and went to him. "Derek, are you-,"
Scott stopped me as he slid beside me. "What are you doing here?" Straight the point like always. Chuckle. And Ally thought he wasn't gonna try anything after the first date.
"I was shot," Derek breathed painfully. What? Who shot Sexy? Byron better be ready 'cause we gon' kick some ass!
"He's not looking too good, dude." Stiles remarked.
I turned to me. "Thanks Sherlock, we would have never caught that on our own." I was moody, can you blame me? My true and only love was hurt. Hell hath no fury like a woman deprived of her Sexy.
Before Stiles could say anything, twin asked, "Why aren't you healing?"
"I can't," breathed Derek. "It was- It was a different kind of bullet."
"What? A silver bullet?" Stiles and I both asked excitedly. We shared a look and I knew we weren't mad anymore.
Can't say the same for Derek. "No, you idiots."
Gasp… I can't believe it… I've been… upgraded to idiot from annoying! Oh, we're moving so fast; me gusta!
"Wait," Scott spoke. "That's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours." She? Who the hell is she? I'll tell you- a bitch. Derek is NOT leaving me in forty-eight hours. Nope. I, Emily freakin' McCall, will not stand for it.
"What," Derek said weakly. "Who-Who said forty-eight hours?"
"Yeah, who is this dirty bitch?" Sorry you try to take my Sexy; I immediately despise you and wish you get hit in the face by a bulldozer. Violent much? You haven't seen anything.
They all gave me a look before Scott turned to Derek. "The one who shot you." The bitch will burn. Stupid cunt.
All of a sudden, Derek's sexy eyes began flashing an electric blue. This must be his werewolf eyes because twin was freaking out.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" Paranoid much, Scotty-poo?
"I told you I can't." Derek said his voice guttural. Mustn't…think…nasty…thoughts…
Scott didn't like that. "Derek, get up!" Don't tell my Derek what to do.
Derek clenched his teeth and breathed hard. Aw, he's in so much pain! The only pain he was ever supposed to be was with me when we got really freaky. Yeah, Rihanna knew what she was talking about. Shoot, S & M all the way! …I know I should be in a mental institution.
"Help me put him in your car," Scott said before lifting Derek from behind.
I jumped in the back whilst the boys got Derek into the passenger's seat. Even though Derek was -my heart clenched- dying, I was kind of excited to be near him. I mean I could hear those horny butterflies in my stomach.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet it was." Derek told twin.
Twin threw his hands up. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Says the freakin' werewolf. He really doesn't think and Mom says I'm bad.
"She's an Argent. She's with them." Derek explained.
"Why should I help you?" Scott demanded. Twin did not just go there. Oh hell no.
"Because I'll get Byron and kick your furry ass. Now go find the dang bullet!" Oops? Enough said.
Scott looked shocked at my outburst, but composed himself as Derek spoke. "Because you need me." So do I, love, so do I.
Scott looked exasperated, but complied to my relief. Twin was a stubborn one. "Fine, I'll try."
Stiles finally jumped in and Scott turned to him, "Alright, get him out of here."
"I hate you for this so much." Stiles said.
I spoke up, "Oh, cry me a river."
"If I did, you'd pee in it."
"Least it would always be heated."
"You have a point…"
Derek groaned, "Just kill me now."
Never fear Sexy! Awesome Emily and her two twits will save you!
Nice name right? Yeah, I'm popping my collar.
A/N: Sorry it was shorter than usual, but I'm making this episode into three parts, so cha. What'd you guys think - 10 reviews.
Props to Lycan Lover 411 for her awesome America's Got Talent quote c: Thanks a million babe!
I'm a bounce - Holler.
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