It was now later into the evening, and for some reason Scott has yet to call or give us any information about the mysterious bullet that is about to kill Derek. Which meant that Stiles and I are still in his jeep with the decaying arm attached to Derek Hale. Stiles had offered to drop me off at home, but Derek once again threatened to rip his throat, emphasis on the whole with his teeth thing, if he did. Apparently, Derek wants us all to stay together in case he needs mine and Stiles help in protecting himself. I'm not exactly sure what he thinks will come of us trying to help him, but I guess we will find out eventually.

I managed to get some of my homework done during this entire escapade. Stiles didn't want to waste more gas than need be, so he pulled over about an hour ago. Derek was still profusely sweating and panting. Stiles was trying to get Scott to call him back, but his attempts always seemed to fall short. He's been texting my brother for the past half hour trying to get his attention.

"Maybe they're having sex?" I stated boldly as I leaned forward in the seat.

During out time babysitting Derek, Stiles has acknowledged my existence a few times. I wish he would realize that I wasn't trying to be rude or downgrade his feelings, I was jealous. I don't want to tell him I was jealous, because then that leads to the discussion as to why I was jealous, which I am so not ready to have yet.. I mean I just came to terms with the fact that I obviously like him as more than just a friend, how am I supposed to talk to him about feelings that I, myself, have no idea how to talk about?

Stiles' phone then began to ring and he quickly answered the call, "What the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

I was close enough to Stiles to where I could hear Scott on the other end, "Just take him somewhere."

"Where? Oh and by the way, he is starting to smell." Stiles added, Derek shot a glare in his direction but he ignored it.

"Like what?" Scott inquired.

Stiles sighed, "Death."

"Okay, take him to the animal clinic." Scott finally said, why would we take him there? Isn't Deaton still working?

Stiles seemed to be thinking along the same lines as me, "What about your boss?"

"He would have already left by now, there's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster." Scott finished explaining, so we were going to sneak into the animal clinic after-hours with a dying werewolf. This doesn't sound like a bad idea at all.

Stiles sighed and handed his phone over to Derek, "You're not gonna believe where he is telling me to take you."

"Did you find it?" Derek dead-panned, he had the phone held to his right ear, so I couldn't hear Scott anymore. I doubt he has found the bullet yet, otherwise he wouldn't have told Stiles to take Derek to the animal clinic.

"Look if you don't find it, I'm dead." Derek added.

"And would that be such a bad thing?" I muttered to myself, Derek shot me a look of annoyance, so I'm assuming Scott said something along the same lines. We are twins after all, we do tend to think alike.

"Then think about this, the alpha called you out against your will, he'll do it again, and next time he'll have you kill something or you'll be killed. So if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet," and then Derek ended the call, tossing Stiles back his phone.

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"Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked Derek as he looked up from the screen of his phone. We had just gotten to the animal clinic and Derek collapsed onto a bag of bird seed the second we got through the door. He looked as white as a sheet of paper, and beads of sweat were lining his forehead. It was obvious that the bullet he was shot with was killing him.

Derek winced and nodded, "That's a rare form of wolfsbane. He needs to bring me the bullet."

"Why? Why do you need the bullet?" I asked in exasperation, he was just making this whole thing even more complicated. First he needed to know the kind of bullet, and now he actually needs the freaking thing? I really am disliking the fact that his crap has infiltrated our lives and now it's our secondhand crap to deal with.

He looked up at me viciously, "Because I'm going to die without it."

"Oh, well... well that's a good reason to need the bullet then." I stammered as I glanced at Stiles, he quickly started tapping on his screen, hopefully telling Scott to get his ass down here like, now. I may have said I wanted to kill Derek and he should die, but that doesn't mean I want to watch him die or have to deal with moving the body. I mean, there's no way that Stiles and I would be able to dispose of the body on our own. The guy is probably over 200 pounds, with 80% of that weight being pure muscle.

Stiles shoved his phone in his pocket and then made his way over to Derek, "Alright, Kasey help me get him up."

"I was literally just thinking about how we wouldn't be able to dispose of his body on our own if he died because of how heavy he looks," I breathed out sarcastically.

Derek narrowed his eyes, "Are you seriously making a fat joke?"

"No, I--I mean, well I meant... I don't know, forget I said anything." I muttered as I quickly made my way to the other side of Derek. As we pulled him to his feet, I realized was a lot heavier than I had originally thought. Nevertheless, we were able to get him back into the examination room. He pulled his shirt off the second we got in the room, and a noticed a weird swirly looking tattoo on his back, what is that?

Derek then laid his arm down on the metal table and the wound looked even worse than it had in the jeep. It was purplish black color, the veins surrounding it were dark violet and navy blue and the blood was turning a blackish color. Lets just say the sight definitely triggered my gag reflex.

"You know that really doesn't look like something that some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles rambled as he ran his hand over the back of his neck, looking very put off by the sight of the wound as well.

Derek was breathing heavily as he looked around the room, "When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me."

I watched silently as he started to walk around the room, opening cabinets and checking drawers, what is he looking for? I sighed, "You know that saying mind over matter? If you would just be slightly more positive about the situation, maybe it would help."

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time... last resort." Derek panted as he pulled open another drawer.

Stiles sighed, "Which is?"

My eyes widened as I watched Derek pull out a bone saw from the drawer, "You're gonna cut off my arm."

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Derek slammed the saw down on the table and then pulled some blue elastic stuff out of the drawer, I watched in complete shock as he began to tie the elastic around his arm just above where the veins stop looking like something from an alien movie.

Stiles picked up the saw and clicked it on, it started to buzz and he threw it back down, "Oh my god!"

"Look, we were all for trying to help you and everything, but we're not cutting off your freaking arm!" I shrieked as I pushed the saw across the table, back towards Derek. I don't care if he dies, I'm not going to cut off his arm and I know Stiles won't do it either. That would literally scar me for life.

"What if you bleed to death?" Stiles was trying to rationalize actually cutting off his arm, but I knew deep down that Stiles wouldn't be able to do it. He's just stalling, trying to give Scott more time.

Derek continued to tie the elastic, but a part of it was in his mouth, "It'll heal if it works."

"Uh, look... I don't know if I can do this." Stiles complained as he looked a bit light headed. Scott isn't going to make it in time and we're going to have to do this. I can't do this! I can't watch Stiles do this either! Why can't Derek just cut his own damn arm off while I go and sit in the freaking jeep with the radio on?

"Why not?" Derek snapped in annoyance.

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles complained as he watched Derek continue to tie the elastic around his arm, he was a having a hard time with it.

The dogs in the other room were barking like crazy and it was only stressing me out even more, "You faint at the sight of blood?" he asked with a sigh.

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles shouted as he gave Derek a look of pure shock.

Derek then shifted his gaze on me, "Then you do it."

"What? No freaking way. Has the infection spread to your brain? Have you not been listening to me complain about how I can't even look at the damn thing without nearly barfing?" My head was already pounding in anticipation of what could happen in this room in the next five minutes. And I had a feeling it was going to give me nightmares for the rest of my life if my brother didn't hurry his puppy ass up.

"Alright, fine. How about this? Either one of you two cut off my arm, or I cut off both of your heads?" Derek threatened, even on his death bed he is still threatening to kill people. He needs to see a therapist about expressing his emotions better, because death threats are starting to get real old, real fast.

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "You know I'm so not buying your threats any--"

Derek then reached across the table and grabbed the collar of Stiles' shirt, tugging him down towards his face, "Alright, okay, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it." he rambled as Derek released his grip on him.

For some reason Derek started to convulse and was making some odd noise, "What are you doing?" I asked in confusion, and then he flung his head to the side and started vomiting black gunk. I let out a scream and jumped out of the way, but sadly the stuff got all over my pants. Great. These are getting burned the second I get home.

"Oh for all the love that is holy, what the hell is that?" I asked sadly as he continued to puke, this was just not my day. Not my day at all. That A+ on the test means absolute shit now, thanks a lot Derek.

Derek was panting once again, "It's my body, it's trying to heal itself."

"Well it's not doing a very good job at it," Stiles complained as he looked away from the black vomit all over the floor. What the hell even is it? You know what, I don't even want to know. As far as I know it could just be... black paint. Yes, black paint. That's exactly what is all over my pants right now, black paint.

"Honestly I don't think I can..." Stiles mumbled as he glanced between Derek and the saw in disgust, this was such a bad idea. This just proves my point that nothing good can come of being near Derek freaking Hale.

"Just do it!" Derek shouted.

"Okay, this is not a Nike commercial, chill!" I snapped as I shot him a glare, he was starting to stress Stiles out and the fact that Stiles was starting to stress out, was stressing me out. And if we are all three stressed out like this then the situation is only going to get worse.

Stiles glanced at me, "Kasey... I need you."

My heart was exploding at that phrase, he needs me. He needs me. Why do I feel so giddy all of a sudden? We're about to cut off Derek's arm, but for some stupid reason I can't help but feel like I'm on top of the world. He needs me. Stiles just said he needs me. I was harshly snapped back into reality when Derek started shouting at me once again. I quickly made my way over to the other side of him and blinked rapidly as I saw the gaping hole on his arm, it looks worse than it did two minutes ago. How is that even possible?

"What do you want me to do?" I asked nervously.

Stiles was panicking, "Just--just try to hold his arm still."

I watched as Stiles lined up the saw on Derek's arm, "Alright, here we go!"

"Stiles?!"

That was my brother's voice. He's here. Scott's here! I pulled my hands away from Derek's arm as Scott appeared in the doorway, his eyes widened at the scene before him. I can't blame him, I mean to someone who hasn't been in here for the past five minutes, it does look a bit weird to see us holding a bonesaw to Derek's arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked as he walked into the room, his eyes flitting between the two of us.

Stiles dropped the saw and shook his head from side to side, "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

Derek then looked at Scott, "Did you get it?"

Scott pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Derek, I watched closely as he held the bullet up in front of his face to examine it, well it just looked like a regular bullet to me? How did that end up creating that small crater in Derek's forearm?

"What are you going to do with it?" I asked Derek skeptically, his eyes seemed to be out of focus and he was starting to sway from side to side a bit.

"I'm gonna--I'm gonna..." And then he fell to the floor, dropping the bullet to the ground. Scott dove after the bullet, leaving Stiles and I once again to try and help Derek. He didn't appear to be moving, but I assume he was still breathing?

Stiles started to slap his cheek lightly, "Derek? Derek, come on, wake up."

I glanced at Scott to see him stretching his arm under a counter or something, "Scott what the hell are we supposed to do?" I asked in a panic, the dogs in the other room only started to bark louder. This was an absolute disaster!

"I don't know!" Scott shouted back at me, keeping his focus on wherever that bullet when, it must have rolled under that counter or something. I grabbed Derek's shoulders and started to shake him, but it wasn't working, he was still just laying there.

"He's not waking up!" I shrieked as I continued to shake Derek.

"I think he's dying, no I think he's dead." Stiles sounded on the verge of a panic attack as he tried to figure out how to keep Derek from dying. We can't just let him die here in the freaking animal clinic! This would for sure get Scott fired, and well, it would mess with our heads more than likely for the rest of our lives. And as much as I hate to admit it, Derek does have answers to our questions, so we kind of need him.

"I got it!" Scott yelled out as he pulled the bullet up from the ground and into the air. I glanced at Stiles and he sighed, "Oh please don't kill me for this," he mumbled as he punched Derek in the face.. hard.

"Uh--oh--god!" Stiled complained as he shook his hand in the air, Derek's eyes opened and he looked around the room in confusion.

He then saw the bullet in Scott's hand and reached for it, "Give me..."

Scott and I pulled Derek to his feet while Stiles continued to shake his now sore hand in the air, Derek bit the bullet and poured some weird looking dust or something out of the tip and then lit it on fire. I took a step closer to Stiles as the stuff emitted blue smoke and then Derek scooped it into his hand, is he going to eat-- nope. He just shoved it all in his gaping hole, oh my god. I turned to look away as he fell to the floor, screaming and growling loudly. What the hell?

After he stopped screaming I looked back at him, to see the hole in his arm healing and then it just disappeared. Oh my god, what the hell just happened? This is just... this is entirely too weird for me to even try to process.

"That was... awesome! Yes!" Stiles shouted as he glanced between Scott and myself, looking very amused at what just happened. He would be this excited to see shit like that.

I sighed, "Uh, well... I mean, are you okay?"

Derek snapped his head up to glare at me, "Oh you mean except for the agonizing pain?"

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles muttered, which only made me smile. He is even sarcastic when he is talking about someone else being sarcastic. He is something else, I swear.

Scott narrowed his eyes, "Okay we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. Got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad and tell him everything..."

"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek asked, clearly amused that Scott believed the Argent's would help him... I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that they wouldn't really help Scott, since he too is a werewolf...

Scott gave him a look of shock, "Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!"

"I can show you exactly how nice they are," Derek retorted.

"What do you mean?"

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After Derek insisted on taking Scott somewhere on "wolf" business, Stiles was left the job of driving me home. My mom was working the late shift tonight, so I would be alone until Scott got back, and I have no idea how long he'll be gone. He could be gone all night for all I know. Stiles pulled into my driveway, and shut off the jeep, leaving us in yet another awkward silence.

He sighed loudly and then turned to face me, "Did you mean what you said?"

I also turned to face him, but I had no idea what exactly he was talking about. I've said a lot of stuff in my day, and honestly he could be talking about anything. I rose an eyebrow in question and he seemed to pick up on my confusion.

"About not caring who I like and not wanting to know... did you really mean that?" he elaborated as he glanced at me, even in the dark his eyes were shining beautifully.

I shook my head from side to side, "No, of course not. I was just... I was--"

This was it. Do I tell him that I was jealous... well, am jealous, that he likes this girl? The girl that he thinks is perfect and funny and sarcastic. The girl that he really wants to tell how much he cares about her. The girl that was able to get him to forget about Lydia Martin-- the girl he has been obsessing over since like elementary school. Or, should I just make something up? Make up some stupid lie that will only make me feel worse about the situation and myself?

"Tired. I was just tired and cranky." I mumbled, feeling like absolute crap. Why can't I just tell him how I feel? It's not weird, is it? For me to have fallen for my brothers best friend? That kind of thing happens all the time, right?

He nodded, "I'm sorry for acting like-- like such a jerk. I was just... upset, I don't know. Are we okay now though?"

"Of course." I responded immediately, Stiles smiled and leaned across the gear shift to hug me, and as I hugged him it occurred to me that he wasn't just a friend anymore. Yeah, I had fallen for him and now I'm at the point of no return.

And I'm totally okay with that. 

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I'm mad at myself for putting Stasey through this whole stupid phase, but it's gotta happen. They can't get togethter this soon. So, yeah. Now Kasey is going to get to be all awkward and I'm really excited to write that part. Anyway, that's all I have to say for now. I hope you all enjoy the story thus far!

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