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DEREK hands the bone saw to Stiles. Then begins tying a tourniquet around the infected arm.

"What if you bleed to death?" Luna stares with wide eyes.

"It'll heal. If it works." Derek replies trying to calm her down.

Stiles shakes his head, "I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not?"

"Because of the cutting through flesh, the sawing of bone, and especially the blood."

Derek frowns, "You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm." Stiles scoffs throwing up his arms.

Luna gags slightly just thinking about him, "He has a good point."

Derek stares at Stiles intensely, "How about this... Either you cut off my arm or I rip off your head."

"I'm not buying your threats anymore."

Derek grabs him by the collar.

"Okay, bought, sold, I'll do it, I'll do it."

Derek releases him, but not because he wanted to. He starts gasping, choking and coughing. Hunching over, he opens his mouth as if to throw up. But instead of vomit, an inky black liquid is choked out, spilling across the floor. Luna gasps then grimaces as she pats his back.

"Holy God, what the hell is that?"

"Stiles a little sympathy please."

"My body... it's trying... to heal."

Stiles shakes his head, "It's not doing a very good job."

Kneeling on the floor, Derek looks up with glowing blue eyes, "Now... You have to do this now."

Dragging himself up, he puts his infected arm on the examining table.

Luna looks at his arm then at the saw, "Oh God... this is so not okay."

Placing the edge of the blade against Derek's skin, just above the furthest-reaching infected vein, Stiles takes a deep breath. He squeezes his eyes shut. And just as he's about to pull the trigger--

"Stiles?"

Scott bursts through the door, shocked to see Stiles preparing to saw off Derek's arm.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh thank god."

Stiles nods agreeing with Luna before staring at Scott in gratefulness, "You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

"Did you get it?"

Scott holds up the bullet. Derek grabs it, raises it up to look at it in the light.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to... I'm going..."

He falls. Collapsing right to the floor. The bullet drops and goes rolling.

Scott darts after it, "No, no, no--"

The bullet drops through a metal grate and into a drain. Kneeling down, Scott digs his fingers into the grate, but he can't reach the bullet. Across the room, Stiles and Luna try to wake Derek.

"Derek? Derek please wake up."

Stiles gently moves Luna, "Derek? Derek, wake up! Scott, what the hell are we going to do?"

"I don't know- the bullet- I can't reach it-"

"He's not waking up! I think he's dying. I think he's dead."

"He's not dead Stiles!"

Scott tries to tune out the two freaking out, "Just hold on!"

Scott squeezes his eyes shut, pushing further down. With his teeth clenched, something happens... His fingernails begin to sharpen, extending to claws. It gives him just enough reach to pluck the bullet out.

Scott leaps to his feet, "I got it!"

Stiles looks down at Derek.

"Please don't kill me for this."

He punches Derek right in the face. As Stiles staggers back, cradling his hand, Derek's eyes flutter open.

"Give it to me."

Scott tosses Derek the bullet as he struggles to his feet. Derek cracks the tip open and pulls out a lighter from his pocket. He holds the flame to the contents inside.

Sparks fly as bits of wolfsbane light aflame. He palms the smoldering ashes and grinds it into his gunshot wound, wincing as he does so.

Derek drops back to his knees on the floor. He opens his mouth, revealing his sharpened fangs. The three teens all step back. Down the hall, the dogs bark, building to a frenzy as they rattle the cages. Derek tilts his head back and... screams.

It's an ear-piercing, earth shattering howl of agony. And then he tumbles back, sweat-soaked skin hitting the cold cement floor. His arm falls to his side. In seconds, the open sores close, wounds healing, returning to normal.

Scott and Stiles share an incredulous look.

"That. Was. Awesome."

Luna slaps Stiles' arm while flicking Scott's forehead, "Um no... it wasn't."

Derek's eyes blink open. Slowly, he pushes himself back up from the floor before catching his breath and standing upright.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... except for the agonizing pain."

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a sign of good health." Stiles replies.

Derek rolls his eyes then takes his shirt from Luna and pulls it back on.

"We saved your life. That means you're going to leave us alone. You got that? And if you don't I go back to Allison's dad and tell him everything-"

"You're going to trust them?"

Derek and Luna stare at each other in shock as they both say the same thing.

Luna quickly looks away mentally cursing knowing she would have to explain later to him.

Derek looks away from Luna to glare at Scott, "You think they can help you?"

"Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."

"Nice?!" Luna stares at Scott incredulously.

The boy knew absolutely nothing.

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

...

"Thanks Stiles!"

Luna hops out the back of Stiles jeep with a huge smile on her face. Stiles smiles uneasily as he stares at Derek in the passenger seat.

"You're welcome."

Luna frowns looking at Derek as he steps out the car and stand beside her glaring at Stiles. She slaps the back of his head making him look at her with wide eyes.

"What the hell was that for?"

"Say thank you. He helped save your life today."

Derek rolls his eyes before staring at Stiles deadpanned. Stiles gazes at Luna in awe as Derek mumbles a thanks.

"I'm scared..." Stiles murmurs to himself.

Luna laughs then pats his shoulder through the window. Leaning towards him she whispers in his ear, "Don't be. Derek is literally like a giant teddy bear."

Stiles raises an eyebrow looking at the rugged werewolf, "Yeah I seriously doubt that."

Luna just laughs again hugging Stiles before pulling Derek over to her house.

"My aunt's not home until like 2, so we should be good."

Walking into her house she makes her way to the stairs then her room with Derek on her heels. She lets go of his hand before closing the door and murmuring a spell that would enchant the room from scents and sound just in case her aunt or Emerson came trying to barge in the house unnoticed.

She turns around to see Derek smiling at her, "What?"

"That's cool."

Luna giggles saying thanks before walking over to her dresser. She rips off her shirt looking for a night time one to change into. Feeling eyes on her, she freezes and glances at Derek motioning him to turn around.

"I've seen it before."

Luna scoffs, "You saw my bra big guy."

Derek mumbles to himself rolling his eyes as Luna sticks her tongue out at his back. As she's about to take off her skirt she realizes something else.

Turning to Stiles' room, she waves at him as he stands looking at her in shock. She mouths goodnight before sliding her curtains closed.

"I don't like him."

"Who?"

"You know who."

Luna chuckles, "Why does everyone just assume I read minds all the time?"

"Stiles..."

"He's fine... he's a sweetheart."

"I still don't like him."

"Well I do. What did he do to you?"

Derek shrugs, "He makes me want to rip off my ears."

Luna shakes her head changing into her clothes, then she walks to her bed and falls back to lay down. Derek takes off his jacket and shoes before laying beside her.

"So what do you wanna know?" Luna asks as she plays with his fingers.

"What do you mean?"

"I know you want to know what the Argents mean to me."

"Mm I'm just confused at how you know how dangerous they are."

"My aunt..."

Derek sits up finally realizing why Luna had been acting weird every time he was near her house.

"She's a hunter?!"

"No... yes," Off Derek's shocked stare she stammers, "N-no... um not anymore. She's retired."

"But you're-"

"Yeah I know. She knows. That's why she retired. It didn't feel right to hunt supernatural creatures when her own niece was one. Plus she never really enjoyed it. It was just a family tradition. My mom was a hunter too but she fell in love with my dad while on a mission. She was hunting him..."

"How romantic."

Luna rolls her eyes sitting up, while holding his hand, "You hate me?"

"No."

"Want to break up?"

"No. Why would I?"

"Because I forgot to tell you that my aunt's best friend is also a hunter and he's Argent's friend as well."

"What?!"

Luna winces as Derek stands up and starts to pace around her room.

"Can you stop? You're making skid marks on my carpet."

Derek freezes then suddenly bends down reaching for Luna's face. He holds her cheeks between his large hands staring into her eyes with concern written all over his face.

"You need to stay away from the Argents. Especially Kate."

"Ohhh no she's here?"

"You know her?"

"Yeah that's Emerson's best hunting buddy. Honestly, I can't stand her."

Derek sighs, "She's dangerous. Worse than all of them."

"Okay I will stay away from her. I'll stay out of sight. She doesn't even know about me which is great."

"Good she doesn't need to. If she figures out what you are she'll kill you instantly. She loves a hunt. It's a thrilling disgusting game to her."

Luna nods in complete understanding, "Okay I understand."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

a/n : stiles, scott, and luna are the best honestly. don't worry luna will grow to love scott. it may seem like she's only nice to stiles at the moment but she just doesn't like how scott's priorities are all out of wack.

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