Counterpart

ten.

I helped Derek into the operation room as Stiles walked in front of us. "Okay." Stiles says as he shrugs Derek's hand off of him and goes to turn on the lights. I help Derek take off his shirt and smirk, "This is not how I would have thought we would have been removing clothes." I mumble.

Derek places his arm on the metal table, my eyes widen as I see the black veins running up and around his arm. The bullet wound looking like an ant hill on his skin.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles comments and I slap his arm, Derek's heavy breathing filling our ears. "When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek breathed out than walks over to a table.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles huffed, "If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time...last resort." Derek states as he opens drawers and cabinets.

"Which is?" I probe, "You're gonna cut off my arm." My eyes widen as I see the bone cutting saw in his hand.

He passed me the saw and I picked it up turning it on. "Oh my god." Stiles grimaced, I rolled my eyes at him but than the realisation dawned on me that Derek wants me to cut off his arm.

"Hell no." I grumble putting it down. "What if you bleed to death?" Stiles inquired as he leans on the table. Derek wrapping a rubber band around his arm. "It'll heal if it works." Derek announces. "Ugh. Look...I don't know if she can do this." Stiles chokes out as he stares at the wound. "Why not?" Derek snaps.

"He's not good with the pieces of body parts and blood, I don't need you both fainting on me."

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek scoffs, "No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!" Stiles barks. Derek sighs and shakes his head.

"All right, fine. How about this? You turn around and don't bother me as she cuts off my arm. Or I cut off her head and you do it." Derek threatens and I purse my lips.

"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any—" Derek grabs me by the collar pulling me over the table and picked up the saw turning it on and putting it near my head. "Oh my god! Okay! Holy shit! Bought! Sold! We are doing this!" Stiles comments as he pulls me out of Derek's grasp.

Derek starts to choke and shimmy out of Stiles hold, "What is he doing?" Stiles mumbled but we got our answer when Derek leans to the side and throw up what I'm guessing is black blood. "Holt god, what the hell is that?" Stiles whimpers and I pat his shoulder. "It's my body...trying to heal itself."

"Well, it's not doing a very good job now is it." I scoff, Derek looks up at us. "Now. You gotta do it now."

I shake my head and push Stiles, "Your doing it wolfy." "Why me, your mom is the medical person she teaches you stuff." "I don't wanna cut through bone, what if he has a reflex and tries to scatch my eye balls out with his goddamn cl-" "One of you do it or I kill her!"

"Oh my god okay." Stiles grimaces and grabs the saw. He places it on Derek's arm and blinks away, "Oh, my god...all right, here we go!" He shouts.

"Stiles!" The giant voice of my brother called and I took a deep breath as Stiles has a look of relief on his face. "Scott?" Stiles calls as my brother comes into view.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Scott questions as he sees the saw on Derek's arm walking towards us. Stiles lets out a soft chuckle, "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles puts down the saw and leans against the wall.

"Did you get it?" Derek asks Scott, which makes the shaggy haired boy dig into his pockets. He takes out a bullet and passes it to Derek. Derek raises himself and looks at the bullet, "What are you going to do with it?" Stiles inquired and I raise a brow at Derek as I see his hazy appearance.

"I'm gonna-" "He's gonna collapse" I mumble as I rush to his side, "Get it out Derek." I usher, "I'm gonna.." He trails off as he falls into my arms dropping the bullet. "No. No. No." Scott says as he tries to catch it. "Oh! Damnit!" Scott shouts as he drops down to the floor pushing his hand on the drain.

"Derek." I say as cup his face. "Make him wake up!" Stiles shouts, "First of don't shout at me! And secondly he fainted."

Stiles places his hands on the back of his neck, "What the hell are we gonna do?!" Stiles panics, "I don't know!" Scott growls.

"I can't reach it." Scott strains, "What if he's dying! What if he's dead-" "Shit the hell up Stiles, I feel his pulse it's weak! It's weak but the bitch is alive!" I shout and he takes a deep breath nodding.

"Oh! I got it!" Scott cheers and Stiles ducks down to me, "Please don't kill me for this." He mumbles, and punches the hell out of Derek. I take his hand in mine and looks for any bruising or fractures. "Damn I wanna be a godamn wolf." I mumble, not really meowing it but Stiles raises a brow. "I'm joking."

"Give me..." Derek mumbled as Scott hands him the bullet. The boys help him up and Stiles hands him the bullet, Derek bites it and spits out the bud.

He taps the bud on the table some substance coming out, he than lights it on fire all of us backing up a bit.

The fire goes out and he swiped it in his hand, than placed it on his wound. "Oh my god." Stiles comments as Scott and I wince, Derek then pushes it inside his wound and my jaw goes slack. He screams in pain and tries to grab onto Stiles.

Stiles moves out of the way letting him fall to the ground and I hit his arm, I go to the floor and hold Derek in place as he starts to move around and scream, a growl rips through his throat and I feel myself being dragged away by Stiles and Scott.

The black veins disappear and so does the wound. "That...was...awesome!" Stiles exclaims pumping his fist in the air, I raise a brow as I look at him, "Yes!" He cheers and I see Scott giving Stiles the same look I am.

I see Derek trying to get up so I help him, "Are you okay?" Scott inquired,

"Well, except for the agonizing pain." Derek retorts, I snort and help him fully get up, "I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Derek clenched his jaw as he looked at Stiles, and Stiles only smirks.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don't, we're gonna go back to Allison's dad, and we are gonna tell him everything-" Scott threatens but is interrupted by Derek.

"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek questions.

"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are." Scott proves and my eyes widen, I see Derek open his mouth but I pat his back, and pick up the saw turning it on and pushing it in Scotty's face.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He panics, "Are you stupid! The hell do you fucking mean why the hell not. They are werewolf hunters! And you two dimwits are werewolves! They will skin your furry asses! Just getting the opportunity to kill you would be a field day for them! And they won't be so goddamn nice once they find out your a werewolf! Just because you might be dating his daughter doesn't give you an in. It actually gives him an op. An opportunity to kill you! And Stiles would be a damn bonus kill! Stop being so fucking dumb!-" I feel a hand on my back and I look to see Derek.

I turn off the saw and place it back on the table. "That was so hot." Stiles smirks and I roll my eyes.

"Thank you Sage, you see she gets it. But, you two let me show you exactly how nice they are."

"What do you mean?" Scott probes.

Derek dropped me off home while he took Stiles and Scott somewhere.

I went into my room and sat on my bed a missed call from Dalia on my
phone.

I called her back immediately, "Sorry I missed your call, my brother and Stiles needed help with something-" "It's okay Sage. Trust me, now help me with this calculus homework's." I chuckle and take out my books.