EIGHT

I jolted awake, I don't know why. It was pitch black, I don't know where I am. Where the hell am I? I then realize that I had arms wrapped around me, and I was in a warm bed. I was spooning with someone.

What the hell? Who am I-

Oh.

Oh.

I must've fallen asleep last night watching the movie with Stiles, and that means- that means I'm spooning with him. My jolt must've woken him up a little because he stirred, licking his lips. I smiled at the sight.

"You okay?" He mumbled, still half asleep. Must I say, this is probably one of the best sleep I've had in a while. He squeezes me tighter, and I chuckle.

"Perfect." I whisper, and Stiles pressed himself closer to me and I sighed. I glance at my watch, 4:30 AM. Why so early? Why did I have to wake up so early?

"Night." He mutters before he was out cold again, and I chuckled.

✢

Stiles and I were a little late the next day for school because we slept in. But that's okay, we only just made it in time and I sat beside Stiles, and Scott sat in front of him. Now, we were getting our test results back.

I'm a pretty good student, all A's so far- Stiles too, Scott however, not so.

"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles asks Scott, last night we found out that Derek wasn't actually the Alpha. There was another. Great.

"I don't know." Scott whispered.

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

"I don't know."

Stiles leans back in his seat and sighed, he looked over at me and I gave him a smile. "Does Allison's dad know about the..."

"I don't know!" Scott snapped loudly, making everyone turn to him. Oh god. I jumped slightly too at his outburst. I finally got my test results.

I grin, I got an A+. I looked over at Stiles- he got an A, Scott got a D-. I sighed. Mum's not gonna be happy.

"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles joked. Scott puts down the paper. "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make up for it."

"Do you want help studying?" I offered.

"No." Scott shakes his head, sighing. "I'm studying with Allison after school today,"

"That's my boy," Stiles grinned. Okay, what?

"We're just studying." Scott told him.

"Uh-uh. No, you're not."

"No, I'm not?" I turned to Stiles, what the hell? How does he know he's not studying?

Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you." Stiles said. "If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to god I'll have you de-balled."

"Oh, god. Stiles, stop." I groan, rolling my eyes. Boys will be boys.

"Okay," Scott said. "Just stop with the questions, man."

"Done. No more questions. No more talking about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me."

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I climb into Stiles' Jeep after school, it's official. Stiles is my personal taxi. And it's free. I watch him climb him, and he closes his door and turns on the car.

I smile, then let out a laugh. He shakes his head and he pulls out, and we start to drive. "Am I taking you to your house?" Stiles asked as we slowly make our way out of the school. This traffic. God. We're still in school.

"Depends," I turn to him. "Do you want to?"

"Not really, no." Stiles shakes his head again.

"Then let's go to yours." I turn back into my seat and Stiles brutally stops the car, I fly floor and bang my head against the glass window- I still hadn't put my seatbelt on. God.

I groan, and Stiles panics. "Oh, god, Stacey, I'm so- so sorry, I-" Stiles cuts himself off, I pressed my hand against my forehead to try to stop the pain that's throbbing, holy shit that hurt!

"It's okay, it's okay," I said loudly before my vision got it's shit together. I blinked a couple times before I see the reason why Stiles stopped, Derek freaking Hale was on the ground. I groaned again, not because of the pain. "Are you kidding me?"

"I know, right." Stiles muttered before getting out of the car and closing his door. I got out too, Scott had run over to us.

Derek collapsed on the ground, what the hell's wrong with him now? Stiles and I walk over to him.

"What the hell?" Scott asked, and I bend down beside Derek even though he does scare me. Only a little. "What are you doing here?" Scott hissed.

"I was shot." Derek breathes out as he supports himself up by leaning on his arm.

"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles pointed out, of course not, he's been shot!

"Why aren't you healing?" I ask, Derek looked over at me.

"I can't." Derek said, he looked weak and pale. "It was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet?" Stiles quickly ask. Shit.

"No, you idiot." Sorry for trying.

"Wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott told us. Okay, what? Who's she?

"What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek asked, looking at Scott.

"The one that shot you." My eyes widen, Scott went out? Derek then groaned. Oh dear lord. His eyes were flashing blue, whatever the hell that meant.

The car's around us starting honking.

"What are you doing? Stop that." I hiss, someone's gonna see.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't." He can't? Oh, perfect. I lick my lips nervously and I slowly get up.

"Derek, get up." Scott urged. Scott turned to Stiles. "Help me put him in your car." Scott lifted up Derek, and helped towards Stiles car. I got in first, then Derek did.

Derek was sitting in the front seat- what the hell. "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek requested, and Stiles got into the driver's seat.

"How the hell am I suppose to do that?" Scott asked.

"She's an Argent. She's with them." Oh, Allison.

"Why should I help you?" Scott began to raise his voice.

"Because you need me." Derek told him. No, we don't, do we?

"Fine, I'll try," Scott said. Scott sighed. "Hey, get him out of here."

"Eye eye captain." I saluted him, and Scott rolled his eyes.

"I hate you so much for this." Stiles said.

✢

It's been about a hundred times since Stiles tried to call Scott.

I can practically hear Stiles' mind ticking, like a bomb.

"Come on." Stiles huffed putting down his phone on the ground. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

"Almost where?" Derek asked and Stiles sighed.

"Your house." Stiles said.

"What?" Derek quickly snapped and looked up at Stiles with wide eyes. "No, you can't take me there."

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked, almost in a mocking tone.

"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek pointed out and I groaned Stiles then pulled over to the side of the road, clearly annoyed. Where the hell are we suppose to take him then?!

Stiles turned off the car and turned to Derek. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?"

"Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek told us, he can die. I don't care anymore.

"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles exclaimed. That's when Derek pulled up his shirt, revealing an ugly looking wound on his arm, where the bullet had hit him.

"Oh, my god!" Stiles and I yelled together.

"What is that?" Stiles asked. "Is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."

"Start the car. Now." Derek demanded, not with that attitude.

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look," Stiles told him and I agreed with him. "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 there for dead." Woo!

"Start the car, or I'm going to rip Stacey's throat out with my teeth." Derek seethed at him. Stiles waits a little longer. My eyes widen and I shrink back in my seat. Please don't.

Stiles huffed and started the jeep again.

✢

After a while of getting in contact with Scott, it was dark again and Stiles pulled the Jeep over. I lay my head on the seat, I'm starting to get tired, and I don't know why. I wanna sleep in Stiles' arm again, that was soothing and warm.

"What am I suppose to do with him?" Stiles asked over the phone with Scott.

"Take him somewhere. Anywhere!" Scott exclaimed over the other end.

"And by the way, he's starting to smell," Stiles spoke.

"Like what?"

"Like death,"

"Okay, take him to the animal clinic." Scott instructed Stiles.

"What about your boss?" Stiles asked.

"He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster." Scott told Stiles.

Stiles heaved a sigh. "You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you." Stiles told Derek handing him Stiles' phone, and Derek quickly took the phone and placed it against his ear.

I blinked myself awake, I can't fall asleep. I can't let Stiles do this on his own. I lightly slap myself. Wakey wakey, Stacey.

"Did you find it?" Derek asked.

"How am I suppose to find one bullet?" Scott hissed. "They have a million! This house is a freaking Walmart of guns!"

"If you don't find it then I'm dead, all right?" Derek told him. That wouldn't be so bad.

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing." Scott sighed.

"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." Derek explained over the phone. "You need me. Find the bullet." Derek then shuts off the phone and placed it in the middle of him and Stiles.

Ah, shit.

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We were finally at the animal clinic.

Derek had opened the shed in the back of the animal clinic, and Stiles' phone went off. They all walked in, I stand next to Stiles, Derek and Stiles standing each other, reading the text messages he had received.

Derek sat down on a pile of dog and cat food. I scoffed a little, why am I even helping this guy?

"Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked Derek, looking down at him.

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

"Why?" Stiles asked.

Derek looked up at Stiles. "Because I'm gonna die without it."

Can he just die now? At least we would've tried. Then, I wouldn't have to deal with all his death threats anymore.

We soon entered the main part of the building, where Scott and Dr. Deaton (Scott's boss) worked. I shut the door behind us, and Derek walks over to the silver table and he took off his shirt. Damn, he has abs.

He showed his arm, the one that had a bullet in. That's eventful.

"Okay," Stiles started. Stiles then turned on the lights and Derek was breathing heavily. "You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." He nervously said standing beside me.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek told them breathlessly. Derek then turns around and went through the cabinet that was above him.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" I asked, sarcastically.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last restart..." Derek trailed off, going through the cubed's, cabinets, and draws.

"Which is?" Stiles asked nervously. Oh god.

Derek then grabbed something from the draws and held it up, it was a saw. Hell nwah.

"Stiles' gonna cut off my arm," Derek told them. I wanted to throw up, and I'm pretty sure Stiles do, too, but we didn't.

Derek had handed the saw to Stiles, and Derek placed down his hand on the silver table, he had gotten a rubber blue band and wrapped it around his arm just above the wound.

"Oh, my god," Stiles said as soon as he turned it on and looked away while putting it down on the silver bench. "What if you bleed to death?"

"Oh, Stiles you should not have said that." Images flash through my mind and I gag.

"It'll heal if it works," Derek told them.

"Ugh!" Stiles sighed. "Look, I don't know if I can do this,"

"Why not?" Derek asked, tieing the blue string up.

"Well, there's the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles exclaimed, overwhelmed.

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked, almost sarcastically.

"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles yelled.

"All right, fine. How about this?Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off Stacey's head." Derek glared over at me making me uneasy.

"Okay, you know, I'm so not buying your threats anymore," Stiles told him before Derek quickly grabs me by the collar and pulled him towards him and I gasped quickly. Dear lord, please don't let this be my death. "Oh, my god! Okay. All right, bought, sold, totally, I'll do it. I'll do it." Derek then leans over the silver table. He lets me go ruffly, and I grunt getting out of his grip. "Stace, you okay?" I nod. Cut that son of a bitches arm off.

I almost vomited when chunky thick blood came out of Derek's body and I jumped back, disgusted.

"Holy God! What the hell is that?"I whimpered out, no thanks!

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

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

"Now," Derek looks up at Stiles. "You gotta do it now." Stiles looked down at Derek's arm.

"Look, honestly, I don't think I can."

"Just do it!" Derek yelled.

"Oh, my god. Okay. Oh, my god. All right, here we go!" Stiles yelled pressing the button on the saw and holding it up near Derek's arm.

"Stiles?" Scott called running into the animal clinic, oh I am so glad he is here right now.

"Scott!" I call.

"Scott?" Stiles asked.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott yelled. Stiles then laughs and drops the saw on the silver bench.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," Stiles told Scott.

"Did you get it?" Derek asked Scott, looking up at him. Scott then digs into his pocket and pulls out the bullet and hands it to Derek.

Scott then looks over me and pulled me into a quick hug. "You okay?" Scott whispered, and I nodded quickly before pulling away.

"Never been better."

"What are you going to do with it?" Stiles asked. Scott turned back to the group.

"I'm gonna..." Derek was holding the bullet in the air and he dropped it on the ground.

"No, don't. No, no!" Scott yelled as he rushed for the bullet on the ground as it rolled into the drain. Derek then collapses on the ground and Stiles and I rushed to Derek. Is he dead?

"Derek, Derek? Come on, wake up!" Stiles pleaded, tapping his face lightly.

"Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?" I asked worriedly over to Scott who was trying to get the bullet out of the drain, trying to wedge his fingers through the gap.

"I don't know! I can't reach it."

"He's not waking up!" Stiles called out. "I think he's dying. I think he's dead, I think- I think he's dead." Stiles ranted before I sucked in a breath, and I punched Derek awake. Well, that didn't work. I was about to punch him again, but he quickly threw me off him and I gasp, rolling onto the floor.

Stiles quickly helped me up.

"What? No thank you?" I retorted.

"I got it! I got it!" Scott yelled excitedly, standing up with the bullet in his hand.

"Give me that," Derek said and Scott quickly hands Derek the bullet. Derek was then helped standing up and he leans on the silver table.

Derek then rips the bullet open with his teeth and spits out the cap and there was powder that had came out of it. Derek then lights up the powder with a lighter, making it light up then go down and it now blue powder.

Derek had gathered that into his hands and puts it into his wound. Derek then screams. Derek then falls to the ground once again, groaning and screaming. Some of his animal sides came out, as he roars, and growls, showing his blue eyes. Damn son.

That's when the black veins that went up against his skin, the bullet, everything. It was gone. His wound was gone, the blood was gone.

"That was awesome. Yes!" Stiles cheered I chuckle nervously.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"Expect the agonizing pain?" Derek fires.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles said as Derek stands back up. Derek then looks up at Scott and Stiles with a stern look on his face, as he looked back down at his arm.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means your gonna leave us alone." Scott started. "You got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm going to tell him everything."

"You gonna trust them?" Derek scoffed. "You think they can help you?"

"Why not? They're a whole lot freakin' nicer than you are!" Scott snapped.

"Yeah, I can show just how nice they really are."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

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Well this was an intense chapter, love you guys!