A/N: This chapter confuses me. It was meant to go one way but it went a different way and I really don't know why. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I still don't own Teen Wolf. And for the most part Percy owns me. R&R!
I had barely made it into my room when my phone started ringing. I swooped over to my bag and pulled it out answering without looking who it was.
"We have a problem." Stiles sighs into the phone when it connected.
"Did I leave something in the Jeep?" I start looking through my bag to see what might have been missing.
"No…. It's the bus driver." I drop my bag to the ground and sit on my bed. "He died. I'm on my way to Scott's right now, just thought you would like to know."
"Yeah. No…. thanks." I drop my hand to my lap. "Call if you guys need anything alright?"
"Yeah." Stiles hangs up and I toss my phone towards the head of my bed.
"Well Percy, it was a nice night up til now." I mutter pulling myself off the bed and getting changed before going to sleep.
"I am literally walking into the school now Allison." I speak softly into the phone smiling as I push through the front doors the next morning. "I know we have a lot to talk about but I can't get here any faster without my car. I will see you in a few seconds." I hang up and hurry around the corner to see Allison standing in front of our lockers.
"Hey." She grins as I make my way down the hallway.
"Ugh…. It's been so long since we last talked." I roll my eyes at her ducking around her to grab my class textbooks from my locker.
"Did I tell you my aunt is in town?" She asks leaning against her locker while I juggle my stuff removing my jacket.
"No, when did she get here?" I toss my jacket into my locker and slam the door.
"Last night in the middle of the night. You should come over later and meet her." I open my mouth to answer and the bell signalling class goes off.
"Sounds great. I will talk to you about that and everything else later." I dash off to my class and slide into the seat next to Stiles just as the teacher enters. The teacher begins handing back graded tests when Stiles leans forward and pats Scott on the shoulder.
"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" He asks causing me to lean over so I can hear.
"What am I missing here? Derek's not the Alpha?" I hiss as the teacher gets to my desk and hands me my test with a giant "A" on it. I shoot her a smile of thanks before turning back to the boys.
"I don't know." Scott replies searching for some logical answer for the both of us. Stiles collapses back in his seat before shooting forward again another question poised and ready.
"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" He asks tapping his pencil into Scott's shoulder.
"I don't know." Scott whispers back.
"Does Allison's dad know about the….." Stiles sighs before asking.
"I don't know!" Scott whirls on his friend loudly causing everyone to look at him. The teacher makes it to Stiles and Scott and passes the tests back, looking up I see that Scott has a "D".
"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles says looking over his friends shoulder causing Scott to slam the paper on his desk lightly. "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?"
Scott sighs before answering. "No. I'm studying with Allison after school today."
"That's my boy." Stiles perks up noticeable clapping his hand on Scott's shoulder. I shake my head in disgust and start pulling out my materials for class.
"We're just studying." Scott tosses over his shoulder.
"Uh-uh. No, you're not." Stiles shakes his head forefully.
"I'm not?" Scott looks at me confused and I throw my hands up signalling that I don't want to be in this conversation.
"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 flails his hands around as he finishes his sentence.
"Ugh, I could have lived without that image thank you." I groan crinkling my nose at the two of them..
"Okay." Scott turns to his friend. "Just stop with the questions, man."
"Done. No more questions." Stiles nods his consent. "No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me." I pick up my eraser and throw it at his head. "What?"
"Shut up." I whisper pointing at Scott with my pencil, who was visibly uncomfortable with what Stiles was saying.
"Right." He turns his head back to the papers in front of him and drops the conversation.
Nearing the end of the day I was walking through the hallway when I noticed a familiar leather jacket leaning against the wall. Looking around for either Scott and Stiles and seeing neither I sighed then walked up to Derek.
"Scott's not here." I say as I get over to him, causing him to look up at me. I see how pale and sweaty he is and blurt out, "Jesus, what happened to you?"
"Shh." His head cocked to the side like he was listening to something. The bell goes off and he cringes violently before trying to push past me.
"Hey. Where are you going?" I quicken my pace and follow after him as he shuffles down the hall painfully.
"I need to find Scott." He struggles as he speaks obviously in pain. I sigh and step up next to him and pull his arm over my shoulder. He glares at me but I keep my grip on his sleeve.
"You are going no where fast and no offense, I don't want you here anymore than Scott does. At least let me help you get outside. Then you can pass out." I lead him over to the doors and push them open with my hip. Derek leans on me and I groan out as I realize how much he weighs. We both stumble to the parking lot when Derek detaches from me and walks into the throughway with his hand raised. I try to grab his arm to pull him back as a familiar looking Jeep comes barrelling towards him. As Stiles slams on the brakes bringing the car to a stop Derek sways a little before collapsing to the ground.
I rush forward yelling at Stiles. "A little help here?" Stiles just starts laying on the horn. "Thanks Stiles. I didn't need to be able to hear anyway." I mumble as I cover my ear with one hand and drop to my knees next to Derek. The line of cars behind Stiles starts honking as Scott runs over from the bike rack.
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" He asks looking at Derek.
"I was shot." Derek's breathing is labored and I shoot a glance over him trying to see where he was shot.
"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles says joining the three of us in front of his car.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott glances at me as I shake my head confused.
"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." Derek growls out between breaths. I stand up and look at the cars lining up behind the Jeep.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asks a little to enthusiastically earning a glare from everyone.
"No, you idiot." Derek replies jaw set angrily.
"Wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott whispers looking back at Derek.
"What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek plants his hand on the ground in front of him leaning closer to Scott.
"The one who shot you." Scott says the shrug apparent in his voice. Derek's groan from behind me makes me whirl around to see his eyes glowing blue before fading back. "What are you doing? Stop that." Scott looks around to see if anyone else saw.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't." Derek growls out as his eyes shift again. The horns go off more incessantly and I walk over and lean down.
"We need to get him out of here. Before someone comes to investigate." I grab one of Derek's arms.
"Yeah. Derek, get up." Scott nods before grabbing his other arm and hoisting him up. "Help me put him in the Jeep." Scott says to me as we both try to hold Derek up. Stiles goes to the passenger door ahead of us and opens it. Between the two of us, mainly Scott though, we maneuver Derek into the passenger seat. Scott pushes the door closed as I look back at all the cars.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek whispers to Scott through the open window.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asks as I see Allison stepping out of her car a few lengths back.
"She's an Argent. She's with them." Derek leans heavily on the door.
"Why should I help you?" Scott asks.
"Because you're a decent human being?" I ask shrugging as Derek says. "Because you need me."
"Fine, I'll try." Scott replies nodding at me. I walk around the back of the Jeep and head toward the driver's side door where Stiles is about to climb in. Grabbing his arm I move him out of the way then climb in the back.
"What are you doing?" He hisses at me before climbing in.
"I'm coming with you." I signal for him to start the car.
"What? No…." Stiles starts to stutter out as Scott sighs and leans in towards the window.
"Hey, get him out of here." He says before stepping back.
"I hate you for this so much." Stiles mutters out turning towards the front of the car and accelerating out of the lot. "I don't like this idea." He throws back making eye contact in the rearview mirror.
"Duly noted." I nod before shifting so I could look at Derek.
"Why did you come anyway?" Stiles tries to ask non-chalantly.
"No car remember? I would have needed a ride anyway." I turn towards him with a shrug.
"Sorry…." I hear Derek's gruff voice from behind me.
"What?" I turn towards him.
"Your car….." He breaths out before clenching his eyes in pain.
I pause and look at Stiles who just shrugs before realization dawns over me. "You! You broke my car." After he glares at me with an expression that says 'duh' I slam my fist into his arm. "YOU BROKE MY CAR?!" I shout furiously before turning to Stiles. "You should have hit him."
Stiles grabs my wrist to stop me from hitting Derek again. With his limited ability to move while driving he managed to push me behind his seat where I glared seethingly at Derek. After glancing over his shoulder and shooting me a look asking me to stay he pulls his phone out and dials Scott. When he doesn't answer Stiles passes his phone to me.
"Ask him if he has it yet." I nod before texting Scott as Derek starts to peel his jacket off. After the text goes off I sigh in frustration as Derek argues with his jacket. Placing Stiles' phone on top of my bag I move over beside his seat and help him slide the offending arm out of the sleeve.
"I still don't like you." I mutter as he looks at me surprised. Stiles' phone buzzes behind me and I grab it passing it up to Stiles. With a groan he tosses the phone to the floor. "I'm guessing he said no.?"
"Come on." He mutters before turning to Derek. "Try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."
"Almost where?" Derek asks tiredly as I place his jacket on the floor between their seats.
"Your house." Stiles states glancing at me in the rearview.
"What?" Derek raises his head slowly. "No, you can't take me there."
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles scoffs out.
"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek replies causing Stiles to pull over to the side of the road angrily. I brace myself as he slams on the brakes coming to a complete stop.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmmm?" Stiles turns towards Derek yelling. "Are you dying?"
"Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek answers panting.
"Damnit." I mutter. "Will it at least hurt?"
"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles waves his hands around wildly. Derek pulls up his sleeve to show him the oozing bullet wound. "Oh my god. What is that?" I move over to the driver side of the car and look myself before gagging at the sight. "Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out." Stiles waves his hand at the passenger door sickly. I smush my face into the back of his seat as I start to feel bile rising. "Don't you throw up in my car." Stiles turns around in his seat to look at me.
"You should be more worried about me throwing up on you at this point." I say into the seat taking a few deep breathes to calm my stomach.
"Start the car. Now." Derek demands cutting both of us off.
"I don't think you should be barking…." I snicker slightly before groaning as my stomach flops again. "orders with the way you look." Stiles finishes his sentence warily looking back at me. "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."
"I like that idea." I lift my head from the seat. "Can we go with that idea?" Derek shoots me an angry look. "Don't look at me like that, you broke my car. You're lucky I don't push you out myself."
"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek growls out holding Stiles' stare. Stiles looks back at me offended before throwing his hands up and starting the car.
"So where are we supposed to go?" I ask as Stiles starts to drive around aimlessly. Stiles shrugs angrily and pulls out his cellphone texting Scott. After a few minutes of silence he pulls his phone out again and texts him again. "He's probably distracted with Allison." I say before reaching over and poking at the bullet wound in Derek's arm with the pencil I had pulled out of my bag. He winces in pain before glaring at me. "You know, I'm no expert but I'm fairly certain your veins aren't supposed to be black." I point the pencil at the veins in question.
Stiles' phone starts ringing and Stiles fumbles with it before accepting the call. He manages to pull over to the side of the road smoothly/
"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asks as soon as the call connects. I lean closer to him to try and hear Scott's response earning me an alarmed look. 'I can't hear' I mouth to him pointing at the phone. Stiles nods before answering whatever Scott said, "And by the way, he's starting to smell." He pauses to listen to Scott before answering again, "Like death."
Derek looks back at me and I nod in agreement before crinkling my nose. I reach forward and grab the phone from Stiles' hand.
"Can you please tell us where to take him?" I ask scooting out of Stiles' reach when he tries to grab the phone back.
"Okay. Take him to the animal clinic." Scott responds after a coughed hello.
"Really?" I ask looking at Derek amused.
"What did he say?" Stiles hisses at me grabbing at the phone again.
"Animal clinic." I answer handing the phone back trying not to laugh.
"What about your boss?" Stiles asks as soon as he puts the phone back to his ear. Stiles sighs before handing the phone to an annoyed looking Derek.
"Did you find it?" Derek asks lowly into the phone. After a few second of silence and me and Stiles shooting amused looks at each other Derek continues, "If you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right? Then think about this." Derek says in response to whatever Scott said. "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 want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." Derek hangs up before tossing the phone at Stiles.
We pull up to the animal clinic and help Derek out of the car. Stiles grabs a key from behind the dumpster and opens the shutters so we can get in. I help Derek move into the room before he collapses on the floor.
"Yeah. Let's just take a break for a second." I pant out at him while Stiles checks his phone.
"Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" He asks Derek after reading the text.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet." Derek leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes.
"Why?" Stiles asks while I lean on my knees with my hands.
"Because I'm gonna die without it." Derek looks up at him with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Stiles frantically types out a text to Scott while I move over and pull up Derek's sleeve to look at the bullet wound again.
"Oh god…." I turn my head away a swallow to stop the bile from rising. "Has it gotten worse? This is disgusting. Next time we drop you at a hospital and let them deal with you." I gather as much courage as I can before turning back to look at the wound. Stiles comes over and pulls Derek back to his feet before heading over to the door and pushing further into the clinic. I follow and let Derek bring up the rear. When I turn to check on him I see him trying to pull his shirt over his head. "What are you doing?!" I stop as he stumbles into me and leans his weight on my shoulder for a second before he continues into the room drunkly getting his shirt off completely. He steps over to the table and holds his arm under the lamp.
"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles jokes as we both stand on the opposite side of the table across from Derek.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek says looking down at his arm breathing heavily.
"That right there….. that is why no one likes you." I say pointing at him as he clumsily walks over to the cabinets on the wall behind him.
"Positivity just isn't in his vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asks me as I head around the table to help Derek.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort….." Derek says opening and closing all the different doors and drawers he can reach.
"If you tell me what you're looking for I can help." I stop his hand as he goes to open another drawer.
"What's the last resort?" Stiles asks with a hint of frustration in his voice. Derek picks up the bone saw sitting beside him and holds it up.
"You're going to cut off my arm." He says causing me and Stiles to go silent. He slides the bone saw across the table to Stiles who picks it up and looks at it.
"Oh, my god! What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asks pressing the button on the handle and waving his hand dangerously close to the blade. I grab the hand with the saw and move it away before pulling the saw out of his hand completely. Derek starts tying a blue tourniquet ribbon around his upper arm as Stiles looks at the saw in my hand sickly.
"It'll heal if it works." Derek growls out securing the knot in place.
"Look, I don't know if I can do this." Stiles groans out looking everywhere but at Derek's arm.
"Then she does it." Derek nods at me. My jaw drops and I loosen my grip on the saw until it crashes to the table.
"Uhhhh…." I shake my head. "No she doesn't."
"Why not?" Derek glares at both of us infuriately.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone…" Stiles leans down onto the table locking his gaze on the black veined riddled arm in question.
"Don't forget the blood." I pipe up causing Derek to slam his hand into the table before glancing between the two of us.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" He asks glaring at Stiles.
"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm." Stiles raises his voice at the last bit.
"To be honest…." I raise my hand. "I might pass out at the blood." Derek sighs and shakes his head.
"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." He half growls at Stiles causing me to step behind Stiles grabbing his shirt sleeve.
"Okay, you know, I'm so not buying your threats anymore." Stiles says right before Derek reaches out and pulls Stiles towards him forcefully by the front of his shirt. "Oh, my god! Okay. All right, bought, sold, totally. I'll do it. I'll do it." Derek starts to heave violiently and I grab Stiles pulling him back by his arm. "What are you doing?" Stiles asks him watching Derek wearily.
Derek leans over the far end of the table and vomits up some black substance.
"Oh, god. I'm gonna be sick." I stumble backwards away from the table and lean over the sink in the corner.
"Holy God! What the hell is that?" Stiles squeaks out gesturing at the black puddle on the floor.
"It's my body, it is trying to heal itself." Derek leans heavily on the table.
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it." I says pushing off from the sink and grabbing a paper towel to hand him.
"Now, you gotta do it now." Derek stands back up and shakes his head at the towel I had offered.
"Look, honestly, I don't think I can." Stiles looks between Derek and the saw.
"Just do it!" Derek yells holding the arm in question along the length of the table.
"Oh, my God. Okay. Oh, my god. All right, here we go!" Stiles keeps repeating to himself picking up the saw and placing it just below the tourniquet.
"Oh I can't watch this." I turn away from the two of them and face the door.
"Stiles?" Scott's voice calls out from just outside the doors.
"Scott?" Stiles looks at me and I open the door to reveal a panting Scott.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott yells as he takes in the scene in front of him. I slam into him with a hug.
"Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you." I mutter as he continues to stare at Stiles holding the saw to Derek's arm.
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles chuckles tossing the saw to the table.
"Did you get it?" Derek rolls on the table to look at Scott. Scott moves me away lightly and starts digging in his jeans pocket pulling out a bullet and passing it to Derek. Derek holds it up to the light looking at it.
"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asks as I move over to his side again.
"I'm gonna….." Derek sways in place before falling to the floor unconscious dropping the bullet where it proceeds to roll under a cabinet.
"No, no, no, no, no." Scott mutters chasing after it as Stiles and I quickly slip around the table and drop to Derek's side.
"Derek?" Stiles slaps Derek lightly on the side of the face. "Derek, come on. Wake up!" Stiles turns to his friend who is fishing under the cabinet trying to grab the bullet. I move and try to find a pulse on Derek's neck. "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"
"I don't know!" Was the muffled reply from under the cabinet. "I can't reach it."
"Derek you really need to wake the hell up now." I give up on finding his pulse and start poking him annoyedly. Glancing over at Scott I see him lying on the floor in front of a rollaway cabinet. I stand up and rush over to him and pop the locks on the wheels off. "Scott, move for a second." I nudge him with my foot until he pulls his arm back and quickly pull the cabinet out of the way. As soon as it's clear he dives for the drain where the bullet had fallen and pulls it out.
"I think he's dying. I think he's dead." Stiles starts panicking behind us bringing me back over to where he was.
"I got it! I got it!" Scott yells in triumph holding the bullet up for us to see.
Stiles taps me on the shoulder and motions for me to back up before balling up his fist. "Please don't kill me for this." He mutters at Derek before punching him in the face. Clutching his hand he flails around, "Ow. God!" I hurry over to him and grab his hand to look at it as Derek rolls over grabbing at the bullet in Scott's hand.
"Give me that." He says as Scott helps him up and leans him on the table. Stiles turns toward them while shaking his hand making me grab his wrist to hold it still. I look at Derek to see him biting the bullet and breaking the top off, he taps a pile of ground up herbs from it and then pats down his pockets. Pulling out a lighter he lights the herbs on fire which ended up looking more like a fourth of July sparkler than anything. My grip on Stiles' arm loosens as we both watch Derek sweep the wolfsbane, which was now letting off a light blue vapour, into his hands and then shove it into the wound on his forearm.
I turn quickly and bury my head into Stiles shoulder as Derek screams and groans when the wolfsbane is pressed into the wound far enough. Stiles raises his hand and places it lightly on the middle of my back while watching Derek in horror. I hear a thud as Derek falls to the floor again but just close my eyes and press my forehead further into Stiles' shoulder.
After a final half scream, half roar from Derek, Stiles whispers right beside my head, "That was awesome! Yes!" I turn my head hesitantly to look at Derek, seeing him getting up from the floor before smacking Stiles hard on the chest.
"That was terrifying!" I shriek out while Scott takes a step closer to Derek.
"Are you okay?" Scott asks while Derek climbs to his feet slowly. I turn back to him and offer him my hand which he ignores.
"Except for the agonizing pain?" He grumbles out wiping his hands off on his pants.
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles jokes earning a heated glare from Derek which causes him to take a step back.
"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone." Scott gestures between the three of us. "You got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything."
"You gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek cuts in speaking calmly.
"Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scott practically spits back.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Derek may be right Scott." I say before holding up my hands in defence. "Hear me out. I just don't think walking up to a hunter and saying 'Hey I know where you can find a werewolf….. besides me.' Is going to work in your favour."
"Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are." Derek says after I finish my mini rant.
"What do you mean?" Scott asks tilting his head curiously.
"I'll show you. But only you." Derek nods at Scott.
"Should have left you to die." I mutter shaking my head at Scott. "Go with him." I sigh as Stiles starts to protest. "We should at least see what he has to offer."
Scott nods at me and Stiles stutters gesturing at the two of us confusedly. I turn and point at Derek, "You are going to do something about my car though, seeing as you broke it in the first place."
"You're joking right?" Derek gives me a droll look as he grabs his shirt from where he had thrown it earlier.
"I don't joke when it comes to my car." I shake my head and start pushing Stiles and Scott out the door.
After he drops Scott and Derek off at the school so they can take Derek's car wherever they were headed, Stiles heads toward my house I lean my head against the window and let my eyelids fall, finally realizing the toll past few hours had taken on me. I was asleep before we turned the next corner.