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Chapter Four
🐺 Magic Bullet 🐺

Sawyer sat in class as she mindlessly tapped her fingers on her desk, next to her, Scott watched as the teacher returned graded tests, coming closer and closer. Behind him, Stiles leans forward to whisper. "If Derek's not the Alpha- if he's not the one who bit you- who did?" Stiles asked, making both Scott and Sawyer glance back at him. 

"I don't know." Scott said, making Stiles sit back while Sawyer furrowed her brows, "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" She asked. "I don't know" Scott answered again before leaning forward again, "Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?" He asked. 

"I don't know!" Scott said, this time a lot louder than before making him sink down in his seat when he realizes everyone is staring at him. The Teacher finally drops his test on his desk and he turned it over to see a big D- and a message: 
"Not like you! What's happening? See me after class." 

Stiles and Sawyer peered over at the grade and cringed slightly, "Dude, you need to study more." Sawyer says making Scott put his head in hands, overwhelmed, "That was a joke. It's one test. You need help studying?" Stiles asked and Scott shook his head. "I'm studying with Allison at her house after school." Scott said, making Stiles smile proudly, "That's my boy." 

"We're just studying." Scott said and Stiles scoffed and shook his head, "No, you're not." He said. "No, I'm not?" Scott asked as he raised his eyebrows, "Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house and squander that colossal opportunity I'll have you professionally de-balled. Got it?" Stiles said making Sawyer look at him weird. 

"Yes. If you stop with the questions." Scott said and Stiles nodded, "Done. No more talk of Alphas or Derek. Who still scares me." Stiles said, making Sawyer laugh. 

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"Star Wars or Marvel?" Sawyer said and Stiles pulled out of a parking spot, "Let me guess, you want Star Wars so you can drool over Padme Amidala but you also want Marvel so you can drool over Black Widow." Stiles said, making Sawyer purse her lips as she squinted slightly. 

"I don't appreciate your bullying." Sawyer said, making Stiles hum and raise his eyebrows in amusement as he glanced at his sister. He looked back at the road before someone suddenly walked out in front of them making Stiles quickly slam the brakes. 

"You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere!" Stiles said as they both looked at Derek in alarm before he fell to the ground and they quickly got out as Scott ran over. "What are you doing here?" Scott asked, "I was shot." Derek struggled to answer. "He's not looking too good." Sawyer said and Scott furrowed his brows, "Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked and Derek let out a few painful breaths before answering. 

"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." He said making Sawyer furrow her brows slightly, "A silver bullet?" Stiles asked, making Derek glare at him. "No, you idiot-" He started to say but cut himself off with a groan in pain, "Wolfsbane?" Sawyer asked and Derek nodded. "Wait a second. That's what she meant when she said 48 hours." Scott said, making Derek look at him, "What? Who said 48 hours?" He asked. 

"The one who shot you-" Scott said and Derek sucked in a breath, a wave of pain rolled through him and his eyes flicker blue. "What are you doing? Stop that." Scott said panickedly as Sawyer glanced back at the growing line of cars behind them, "That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't." He said 

Scott grabs him, struggling to keep him from falling to the pavement. Other students take notice, and horns start beeping behind Stiles's car. Sawyer quickly helped Scott pull Derek up and over to the passenger side of Stiles's jeep. 

Once they got Derek in he turned to Scott, "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." He said, making Scott look at him crazy, "How am I supposed to do that?" Scott said. "She's an Argent. She's with them." Derek said as Sawyer climbed into the back seat where Anakin laid. 

"Why should I help you?" He asked, "Because you need me." Derek said as Stiles climbed into the driver's seat. "Fine, fine. I'll try." Scott said then turned to Stiles, "Get him out of here." 

"I hate you so much for this." 

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While Stiles drove, Sawyer glanced down at her phone when Scott texts back: Need more time. In the passenger seat, Derek slumps down, cradling his arm as he deals with the pain, "Try to not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there." Stiles said. "Almost where?" Derek asked, "Your house." Stiles said, making Derek whip his head around to look at him. 

"What? No. You can't take me there." He said and Sawyer raised her eyebrows, "We can't take you to your house?" She asked. "Not when I can't protect myself." Derek said and Stiles hit the brakes, skidding to a stop before turning to Derek. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your magic bullet? Are you dying?" Stiles asked while Sawyer sat forward. "Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek said, making Sawyer look at him with furrowed brows, "What last resort?" She asked while he took his jacket off. 

Derek held out his arm, his gunshot wound on full display. It had stopped bleeding, but the veins surrounding it trailed from his forearm like vines, creeping toward his inner-elbow. Sawyer sucked in a sharp breath while Stiles cringed, "What is that? Is that contagious? Maybe you should just get out." Stiles said. 

"Start the car. Now." Derek demanded weakly, "I don't think you should be giving orders the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your werewolf ass out to the middle of the road and leave you for dead." Stiles said. 

"Start the car or I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek threatened making Stiles just stare at him for a moment before glancing back at Sawyer. She just shrugged slightly, making Stiles sigh and start the car again. 

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"What are we supposed to do with him?" Stiles asked Scott over the phone, glancing over at Derek. "Take him somewhere, anywhere." Scott said, "And, by the way, he's starting to smell" Stiles said, making Derek glare at him and Sawyer nodded slightly. "Like - like what?" 

"Like death." 

"Okay, take him to the animal clinic." 

"What about your boss?" 

"He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster."  Scott said, making Stiles sigh, "You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you." Stiles said as he pulled the phone away from his ear. "Did you find it?" Derek asked as he took Stiles' phone, "How the hell am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is the freaking Walmart of guns." Scott said. 

"If you don't find it, then I'm dead, alright?" 

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

"Then think about this- the Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time, either you kill with him, or you get killed. So, if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." Derek said before having up. 

After a few minutes they pulled up to the animal clinic and Stiles got out and helped Derek out of the jeep while Sawyer got Anakin put before going to get the keys. Once they got inside Stiles helped Derek sit down on a stack of dog food. "Does northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked making his sister look over at him. 

"That's a form of Wolfsbane." She said and Derek nodded, "He has to bring the bullet." He said and Stiles looked at him. "Why?" Stiles asked, "Because without it, I'm dead." Derek said before getting up and walking into the examination room making Stiles and Sawyer glance at each other before following him. 

Derek clicks on a light and slowly pulls his shirt off to reveal the gunshot wound is now far worse. Veins branch out from open sores while the rest of his arm has turned a sickening yellow. "Well, that doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles said, scratching the back of his neck while Derek just rolled his eyes, "When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek said and Sawyer raised her eyebrows. 

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" She asked as Derek started pulling drawers open looking for something, "If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time... last resort." Derek said, making Sawyer and Stiles look at him confused. "Which is?" Sawyer asked. Derek stops at a drawer, before pulling out an electric done saw and sets it down on the table.

"One of you is going to cut off my arm." He said making the twins' eyes widen as Derek pushed the bone saw towards them. "What if you bleed to death?" Sawyer asked as Derek started tying a tourniquet around his arm, "It'll heal if it works." Derek said. 

"I don't know if I can do this." Stiles said as he looked at the saw and Derek's arm, "Why not?" Derek asked. "Because of the cutting through flesh, the sawing of bone, and especially the blood." Stiles listened, making Derek give him a look, "You faint at the sight of blood?" He asked. 

"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" / "I probably will." Stiles and Sawyer said at the same time making Derek roll his eyes. "How about this: Either one of you cuts off my arm or I rip off both your heads." Derek threatened making Stiles roll his eyes. 

"I'm not buying your threats anymore." Stiles says but then Derek grabs him by the collar making him instantly change his mind. "Okay, bought, sold, I'll do it, I'll do it." Stiles said and Derek released him, before he started gasping, choking and coughing. 

Hunching over the table, he opens his mouth as if to throw up. But instead of vomit, an inky black liquid is choked out, spilling across the floor. "What the hell is that?" Sawyer asked as she cringed, "It's my body trying to heal itself." Derek said. 

"It's not doing a very good job." Stiles said and Derek put his arm on the table, "Now... You have to do this now." He said and Stiles looked at Sawyer who just shrugged slightly. "Oh God..." Stiles mumbled as he placed the edge of the blade against Derek's skin, just above the farthest-reaching infected vein. Stiles took a deep breath as he squeezed his eyes shut. Just as he's about to pull the trigger, someone called out their names. 

"Stiles? Sawyer?" Scott said before he burst through the door, shocked to see Stiles preparing to saw off Derek's arm, "What the hell are you doing?" He asks and Stiles sighs in relief. "You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles said as he backed away from the table. 

"Did you get it?" Derek asks and Scott nods and holds up the bullet. Derek grabs it, raises it up to look at it in the light. "What are you going to do?" Sawyer asked before Anakin suddenly got up, moving over to Derek before tapping Derek's thigh with his nose making Sawyer furrow her brows. 

"I'm gonna... I'm gonn-" Derek said before suddenly he fell, collapsing right to the floor, dropping the bullet before it went rolling. Scott darts after the bullet while Sawyer and Stiles run over to Derek. "Derek? Derek, wake up! Scott, what the hell are we going to do?" Stiles panicked while Sawyer lightly smacked Derek's face. 

"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." Stiles yelled and Sawyer took a deep breath, "Please don't kill me..." She muttered. "I got it!" Scott yelled at the same time as Sawyer punched Derek, "Damn." She mumbled as she shook her hand slightly while Derek woke up. 

Derek got up and instantly went for the bullet, cracking the tip open and dumping all of the Wolfsbane on the table before pulling out a lighter from his pocket. He held the flame to the pile of wolfsbane before spark ignited as bits of wolfsbane light aflame. 

He palms the smoldering ashes before grinding it into his gunshot wound. Derek dropped back on to the floor in pain, his canines on full display as he yelled in pain. In seconds, the open sores close, wounds healing, returning to normal. 

"That. Was. Awesome!!! Yes!!!" Stiles said as he pumped his fist while Sawyer laughed softly. "Are you okay?" Scott asked and Derek rolled his eyes, "Except for the agonizing pain." Derek said sarcastically. "I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a sign of good health." Sawyer said, making Derek glare at her. 

"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-" Scott said and Derek raised his eyebrows, "You're going to trust them? You think they can help you?" He asked. 

"Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are." Scott said, "I can show you exactly how nice they are."