{Latin ^ meaning uh oh} Friday, January 28th 2011 {Day 20}
{Words: 1421}
Meanwhile in Stiles Jeep...
Stiles checks his phone while driving, glancing at Scott's text that says "Need more time." Derek slumps down in the passenger seat, cradling his injured arm as he endures the pain.
Morwen takes a step forward and asks, "Any news from Scott?"
Stiles shakes his head. "Not yet," he replies.
Glancing at Derek, Stiles adds, "Please don't bleed on my seats. We're almost there."
Derek nods and asks, "Almost where?"
Stiles and Morwen answer simultaneously, "Your house."
Derek sneers and protests, "No. You can't take me there."
Stiles chuckles and retorts, "Can't take you to your own house?"
Morwen nods, their gaze fixed on Derek through the rearview mirror. "Why not?" they inquire.
Derek sighs and quickly explains, "Not when I can't defend myself." Stiles abruptly slams on the brakes, screeching to a halt. Morwen grips the seat tightly.
Stiles shakes his head, considering various possibilities. "What if Scott can't find that miraculous bullet? Do you think you're going to die?"
Derek smiles and responds, "Not yet. I have a last resort."
Stiles stares at him, puzzled. "What do you mean? What is the last resort?" The bullet wound on Derek's arm is visible, with the bleeding having stopped. However, veins surrounding the wound are snaking up his forearm, heading towards his inner elbow.
Morwen looks down at the wound and asks, "What is happening there?"
"Is it contagious?" wonders Stiles. "Maybe you should leave."
Derek mutters, "Start the car. Now."
"I don't think you should be giving orders looking like that," Morwen remarks with a smile.
Stiles nods in agreement. "Actually, I think we could drag your werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead if I wanted to."
Derek stares at Stiles, his expression deadpan, and warns, "Start the car, or I'll rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek locks his gaze on Stiles, the intensity palpable. Stiles quickly jumps into the driver's seat, starting the car.
Meanwhile back at The Argent Residence...
Scott's phone screen goes black, and he nods, saying, "There, it's turned off. Sorry for the inconvenience." His attention is drawn to something in one of the open boxes near the bed. He carefully retrieves a photograph of Argent and Kate.
Scott shakes his head, uncertain about the identity of the person. "Who is this?" he asks.
Allison grins and explains, "That's Kate, my dad's sister. She kind of reminds me of my sister. She arrived late last night."
Scott smiles and remarks, "Last night?"
Allison nods in confirmation. "Yeah, she had car troubles."
Curious, Scott probes further, asking, "What kind of car trouble?"
Allison shrugs nonchalantly. "Just car trouble," she replies.
Scott tries to recall, stating, "She looks familiar."
