'magic bullet'

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AROUND TWENTY MINUTES later, Stiles, Alyssa and Derek had arrived at the animal clinic that Scott worked at. Alyssa was sitting next to Derek as he leant against the wall, not having much strength.
She didn't know how to comfort him, he wasn't much of a touchy person, so she opted to just sit next to him to let him know that she was there.
They were very close, with him basically bringing her up from a young age, she had always looked up to him.

"Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked the Hale siblings, from across the room, he lifted up his cell phone, to show that he had a message from Scott.

"Great." Alyssa mumbled to herself, picking at her nail varnish on her fingernails, something she did when she was anxious, she knew what it was.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane." Derek informed Stiles, "He has to bring me the bullet."

Stiles didn't seem to understand Derek and Alyssa's worry, "Why?" He asked them.

Alyssa raised her eyebrows, wondering how he can't guess what will happen to Derek, as both of their facial expressions are full of worry. "He'll die without it." She told Stiles.

"Okay." Stiles said, calmly, but you could sense that he was anything but, calm. He was tapping his fingers against the metal table, when he spoke again, masking the silence in the room. "You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of."

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek dead-panned, whilst glaring at the buzz-cut boy.

Derek took of his jacket as they stood in the main room of the animal clinic, it was obvious that the poison was on its way to his heart. The veins had spread all the way up to his shoulder, making it look like some kind of horror movie.
To say Alyssa was worried, was an understatement; if he died, that would mean that she would have absolutely no one, except for a brain-dead Peter for an uncle.
She was scared, she didn't want to be alone, that's what scared her the most.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles remarked, while leaning against the metal table.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time..." Derek said, pausing to make his way over to the counter, "Last resort." He confirmed.

While Stiles gawked at the electric bone saw in Derek's hand, Alyssa rolled her eyes and sighed, she was hoping that it wouldn't have to come to the last resort. Even if they did do it, it wasn't definite that it would confirm that the poison won't reach Derek's heart.
But if Scott didn't make it here within the next five minutes, they won't have a choice but to go along with it.

"Which is?" Stiles asked, nervously. Alyssa could tell that he was silently praying that Derek hadn't meant what he had suspected.

"You're gonna cut my arm off." Derek told him, sliding over the bone saw to him.

The next few minutes had consisted of Stiles walking around in circles and pacing, mumbling a set of 'oh my god's'.
Alyssa was about to snap with the amount of times he did this.
"Stiles." Alyssa said, when he didn't hear her, she repeated a little bit louder, "Stiles!"

"Hmm?" He asked as he turned around quickly, he looked at the bone saw again, which bought back his anxiety, "What if you bleed to death?" He asked Derek.

"It'll heal." Alyssa informed him, "If it works." She added in.

"Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this." Stiles admitted, getting more worried by the minute.

"Why not?" Derek asked him.

Stiles shook his head, "Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles exclaimed, rising his arms up and waving them around like a crazy person.

Alyssa and Derek both raised an eyebrow at him, "You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked him in disbelief.

Stiles denied it quickly, "No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" He complained, "Why can't Alyssa do it?" He asked.

"She has to hold me down." Derek told him.
When Stiles didn't move, he sighed and carried on, "All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." He threatened, glaring at him with a look that could kill.

Stiles stood in front of him with determination, "Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any..." He began to say, only to get yanked forward by Derek pulling on his T-shirt. "Oh my god. Okay. All right. Bought, sold, totally. I'll do it." Stiles stuttered.

Derek then paused, looking as if he was about to speak, but it was as if he couldn't.
"D, you good?" She questioned, using his childhood nickname.

As if on cue, he released Stiles and hunched over to vomit all over the floor, only it wasn't normal sick. It was black blood, created from the bullet wound. Stiles cringed and moved away, while Alyssa helped Derek lean back onto the table.

"Holy god! What the hell is that?" Stiles asked, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"It's my body..." Derek choked, "Trying to heal itself."

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it." Stiles said, sarcastically.

"Stiles! I've had it with your sarcasm, shut up or I'll..." She began to threaten, only to get cut off my Derek.

"Now." He demanded, handing the saw back to Stiles, "You gotta do it now." He told Stiles.

"Look, honestly, I don't think I can." Stiles said honestly, still cringing in disgust as Derek's state.

"Just do it!" The Hale siblings snapped in sync.

Stiles raised the saw up and turned it on, as Alyssa held down Derek, "Oh, my God. Okay, okay." He stuttered, as the bone saw inched closer to Derek's arm, "Oh, my God. All right, here we go!"

"Stiles! Alyssa!" Scott shouted as he entered the animal clinic.

"Scott?" Stiles shouted back, absolutely grateful that he had finally shown up.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He questioned as he moved further in the room, confused at seeing Stiles with an electric saw, about to cut Derek's arm off while Alyssa held him down.

Stiles had dropped the saw quickly once he saw that Scott had entered, "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." He breathed out in relief at the fact that he did not have to cut Derek's arm off.

"Did you get it?" Alyssa asked Scott with desperation, her brother was on thin strings at the moment, every minute they spent talking, was a minute that he was closer to death.

Scott nodded and placed the bullet into the table, "What are you gonna do with it?" He asked Derek, who had picked it up.

"I'm gonna..." Derek began, unable, to finish the sentence, "I'm gonna..."

Before he could speak another word, he collapsed into the floor, causing the bullet to roll across the floor and fall under a cabinet.
"No." Scott muttered, "No, no, no, no!" He then rushed to where the bullet had fallen, while Alyssa and Stiles had rushed over to Derek's limp body on the floor.

"Derek!" Alyssa shouted, trying to wake him up, but it was no use, he wasn't even breathing that well, if Alyssa was a human, then she wouldn't have been able to tell if he was breathing at all.

"Derek, come on. Wake up!" Stiles insisted, becoming frantic, "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"

"I don't know, I can't reach it!" Scott yelled, referring to the bullet that had fallen into the floor.

"He's not waking up!" Alyssa panicked, not sure what to do. She had never been shot with a Northern Blue Monkshood bullet, so she wasn't any help at trying to fix Derek.

"I think he's dying!" Stiles yelled at Scott, who was still trying to reach for the bullet with his wolfed out nails, "I think he's dead!"

"He's not dead, his hearts still beating!" She snapped at Stiles, not wanting to even think about Derek being dead, "Scott he hasn't got long left, please hurry!" She begged him, not caring how it made her look.

"I got it!" Scott suddenly shouted, after hearing Alyssa's pleads, "I got it!"

Without giving Alyssa any time to realise what he is doing, Stiles muttered a few words before punching Derek in the face. Her eyes widened as he went for another hit, but Derek had woken up and caught Stiles' arm before he could land another hit.
Alyssa was quick to help Derek to his feet, guiding him back to the table, where Scott handed him the bullet.

Derek bit the bullet in half and poured its contents out on the table, Alyssa handed him a lighter, allowing him to ignite the powder, into ash. He then gathered up the ashes in his hand and pushed them into his bullet wound.
Within a matter of seconds, his wound was completely healed, the only evidence of it in the first place was from the blood that Derek had bled.
Alyssa sighed in relief, knowing that her brother had now avoided death.

"That... Was... Awesome!" Stiles exclaimed as he grinned widely at the events that had just taken place, he shot his fists up in excitement, "Yes!" He cheered.

"Are you good?" Alyssa asked Derek, concern written all over her facial features.
She would have shouted at him for being an idiot and taking the bullet for her, but she was merely happy that he was alive.

"Except for the agonising pain." Derek remarked, looking at her as if she had asked the most stupid question ever.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign on health." Stiles commented, causing an eye roll to come from Alyssa.

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After Scott had basically threatened Derek and Alyssa, by telling them that he would go to the Argent's; Derek had thought it would be a good idea to show him their uncles state. So now, they were walking in the hallways of Beacon Hills' Long Term Care, where Peter Hale lived.

"What are we doing here?" Scott asked the Hale siblings as they guided him to a patients room.

Alyssa would always come with Derek to visit Peter, she owed him her life, if he didn't get her out of the burning house when she was a child; she would be dead.
"Who is he?" Scott asked them, as he saw a man sitting perfectly still in a wheelchair, his back to the three werewolves.

"Our uncle." Derek told Scott, emotionless, "Peter Hale."

"Is he like you two, a werewolf?" Scott asked them.

Alyssa was too upset to speak, so she let Derek do the talking, as she looked at her uncle, sadly.
"He was. Now he's barely even human." Derek explained, "Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. Twelve people were trapped inside. Him and Alyssa were the only survivors." He finished, the anger clear in his voice.

"So." Scott began, "What makes you so sure that they set the fire?" He asked Derek.

"Cause they're the only ones that knew about us." Derek answered his question.

"Well, then... They had a reason." Scott told them both with determination.

Alyssa narrowed her eyes at him, how could he even say that, children died that day, humans died.
"Like what? You tell me what justifies this." Derek told Scott, pulling Peter around so that they could see his face. It was completely scarred and damaged, breaking Alyssa's heart in half.

Every time she saw Peter, she felt more sadness and regret, maybe if he didn't help her get out, he would be normal today.
It also reminded her of her sister, Cora, who she was closet with before the fire.
"They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire." Alyssa snapped at Scott, her eyes feeling tingly as she held back tears.

"This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do." Derek continued.

A nurse had then come into the room, interrupting their conversation, "What are you doing? How did you get in here?" She asked the three werewolves.

"We were just leaving." Derek told her, before pulling Alyssa into his side and leaving the care home.