Stiles' P.O.V:

It's been a while of us driving aimlessly around Beacon Hills with a half dead werewolf on the passenger seat.

To be completely honest, I'm both glad and disappointed that I couldn't get that study session with Emma. As I told to Scot earlier, 'just studying' never ends in just studying and even though we've done this before, I had the feeling today could have been different.

And that's what I am scared about. What if something happens between us? It would be good for me, because my plan would work. I am damn scared of what I'd feel.

And by the way, Today I told Scott about this all and now he hates me, pretty much his reason to put Derek in my car.

Okay, it wasn't the main reason but he is mad at me anyways.

It's already dark when Scott decides to finally call. "What am I supposed to do with him?"

"Take him somewhere, anywhere!" Scott says. Well, no shit, Sherlock. I do know I have to take him somewhere, thing is where and he better doesn't say Derek's house because I'll kill him.

"And by the way, he's starting to smell," Emma adds, taking the phone out of my hands. "Like death," she whispers loud enough for me and Derek to hear and I have to stop myself from laughing.

Only Emma would say such a thing in such a moment. Well, I would probably say that too.

"Take him to the animal clinic," Scott tells me once I get the phone back.

Derek threats Scott and with a "find the bullet" we head to the animal clinic.

"I'm fucking starving," Emma whines.

"If you shut up I'll buy you a pizza," I say and she does as she's told.

"Deal," she states, resting her back in the comfy backseats of my jeep.

Derek is getting worse each second and we both know it. By the time we make it to the animal clinic he is pale and sweaty and I don't even dare to look back at his disgusting wound.

"Does 'Nordic blue monkshood' means anything to you?" Emma asks and I turn around to tell her to stop talking shit but I realize she is in fact talking to Derek, phone in hand.

Scott texted her instead of me, I love how this friendship works. And as I zone off because apparently Emma has everything under control, I find myself staring at her.

She looks tired, stressed and even a bit scared. She hears carefully every word Derek says and her eyes widen when he shuts up.

She takes her phone again and furiously tap it, clicking it one last time to send the message, I guess.

She lets out a groan and I can't help but think that she looks cute when she is like this.

I've said "Emma" and "cute" in the same sentence a lot lately. I even told her I found it cute that she is failing chemistry when the truth is that is very pathetic, as she said.

"Stiles!" She snaps her fingers in front of my face and I go back to reality. "Help me get him in, he'll die if Scott doesn't bring him the bullet and he won't stop talking about a last resource," she whispers, frustration evident in her face.

"And he also has werewolf hearing." I remind her. "Come on."

We help Derek stand up and walk him to the table in the middle of the room as he takes his shirt off to reveal the awful wound.

Emma makes a sarcastically remark and Derek talks about death. I feel dizzy, where the hell is Scott?

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" I say, needing to make a sarcastic comment.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet on time, last resource." He insists, opening a drawer.

"Which is?" I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

"You gotta cut off my arm," he says and he means it. Like, how could he be kidding if he's holding a massive knife in his hand?

He puts this thing on the table, Emma and I look at each other.

I take it in my hands and examine it; I am not prepared for this at all. "Oh my God; what if you bleed to death?" I suggest.

"It will heal if it works," Derek answers, putting some kind of rope around his arm.

"I don't know if I can do this," I say, looking between Emma and Derek.

"Why not!" he grumbles. Why not? Is he serious right now?

Emma's P.O.V:

After discussing about the amount of blood that Derek's arm will obviously expulse and he almost ripping Stiles' head off, I collect enough courage to get involved.

"Okay, okay!" I take Derek by the awful arm and make him let go of Stiles. "We'll do it."

Derek lets go of my grip and faints some kind of dark blood right next to me. "Holy God, what the hell is that?" I exclaim, leaning into Stiles. I swear I'll pass out any minute.

"It's my body...trying to heal itself," Derek chocks.

"Well, it's not making a very good job of it." Stiles looks away.

I think Scott is a total asshole; does he have any idea of how many nightmares I'll have? Will he even be there when I wake up crying at two am? Of course he won't, he'll be sleeping with Allison.

"Now." Derek looks at us. "You gotta do it now." Oh, we're really cutting an arm today; we haven't had this lesson in biology yet.

"I don't think I can do it." Stiles looks at me dead serious.

"Just do it!" Derek orders.

I take the gigantic knife in my trembling hands and I set it on Derek's arm. Stiles puts his hands over mine, kind of helping me since I won't stop shaking.

"Oh my God, alright," I sigh.

"Here we go!" Stiles adds and Derek makes a face in anticipation.

I can't even press the thing against his arm when I hear him say "Stiles?"

Holy balls, that was a close one. Stiles takes his hands out of mine as soon as Scott crosses the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" he says to me when he sees me about to cut Derek's arm off. I glance at Stiles but he doesn't look back.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!" I sigh in relief, putting the knife down.

"Did you get it?"

Derek is about to die, I feel it.

"What are you going to do with it?" Stiles asks when Scott puts the damn bullet on Derek's hand.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna." Mr Werewolf passes out for the second time today in front of my eyes, the bullet right down a wardrobe. This isn't my day, is it?

"Derek?" Stiles says, kneeling in front of him. I follow him and take Derek's face in my hands.

How romantic is that?

"Derek, come on, Derek. Wake up." I weakly slap him on the cheek.

"Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?" Stiles asks, desperate, his hands on my shoulders.

I don't think he made that on purpose, like, I need something to hold on to, too. His touch calms me just a little bit, a weak reminder that I'm not alone in this.

"I don't know!" Scott cries, trying to reach the bullet.

"He's not waking up!" I talk, trying my best not to sound like a scared baby.

Which I totally am right now.

Stiles says Derek is dead and it isn't helping. When Scott finally gets the bullet back, I have to make an important decision.

"Please don't kill me for this," I whisper right before collide my fist with Derek's face. "Ow," I whine. What the hell, his face is like stone.

He wakes up and the boys help him to stand up.

And then magic actually happens. As I hold into Stiles for dear life, Derek opens the bullet with his teeth.

He lets the content out and lights it up, causing sparks to come out of it and a blue smoke.

He takes the result in his hands and applies it into the wound.

Scott takes me by the arm, pulling me out of Stiles' hold. I feel weird, but too scared to care who's holding me. Scott puts an arm around me and it's all I need to feel calm. Derek is on the floor, screaming in pain as the wound completely heals itself.

Fuck the Argents and their magic bullets.

"That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles cheers and I have to hold back a laugh when I see Scott's unamused expression.

Sour wolf.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Well, except for the agonizing pain?" Derek asks sarcastically and he's so back.

I get out of Scott's hold when he starts talking shit about Allison's family and how nice they are. Of course he'd say such a thing; they are nice because he's making out with her. Did he forget about the part where her crazy aunt almost killed Derek and we had to babysit him?

Derek is going to show Scott 'exactly how nice they are' so I guess it's all over.

You don't even get a 'thank you' nowadays.

"Come on, Em. Let's go home."

"You just called me 'Em'?" I try not to blush at his new nickname.

"Well, yeah...m-mom used to call you that, didn't she?" He scratches the back of his neck. "I can always go back to-"

"No," I interrupt him. "I like that nickname."

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"I should have a nickname for you," I decide when we're in our way back home.

"Well, 'Stiles' is a nickname," he says.

"Yeah, but everyone calls you that." I pout, looking out of the window.

"What do you want to call me, then?"

"I'll think about it." I decide, leaving the creativity for later. "I'm too tired to think right now."

We reach my house and all the lights are off. Dad is probably out and Jessica at her home.

"Hey, are you home alone?" Stiles comes out of the jeep and catches up with me. "Come to my house."

"Are-are you sure?" I stutter, confused as why my dad would be out this late. "I mean, I don't want to be a bother."

"You will always be a bother, Em." He rolls his eyes and I laugh. "Come on, little one."

"Stop calling me names, it's weird," I comment. "I'll pick up some clothes, wait here."

Quickly grabbing money, pyjamas, make up and extra clothes for tomorrow, I go back downstairs, where Stiles is still waiting.

As soon as he sees me, he jumps back in the car and I follow.

"Are you sure your dad won't be mad?" I ask as he locks the door of his room behind him.

"Are you kidding? He loves you," he states, taking his shirt off and replacing it for a new one.

I laugh at his comment and get into the bathroom without permission.

Ten minutes later we're in bed once again. His bed isn't as big as mine, so we are closer this time.

"Remember the other day?" he suddenly whispers. "That night I didn't have nightmares."

"You have nightmares?" I look at him. He is such a happy kid, bad dreams don't fit him.

"Every now and then; about the hospital." I know what he means. He spent a lot of time in that place because of his mom. He even saw her passing out right in front of him. "I'm happy that you are here. After today's events, I mean..."

"Yes." I smile at him. "That was really unexpected. I'm happy to be here as well."

This time, I'm the one that cuddles up first.

I hear him chuckle as he positions himself comfortable. "Goodnight, Em."

"Night, babe," I say half asleep and the part of my mind that is still awake suggests that this is how I should call him.

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