Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Fuck you, Stilinski."

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"We're almost there, okay? And please, don't bleed out on my seats." Stiles sighs to the two Hales as he drives.

"Almost where?" Derek asks as Stiles checks on Charlotte through his rear view mirror.

"Your house." Stiles replies like it's obvious.

"Do not." Charlotte suddenly sits up, making Stiles jump.

"What?" Stiles asks in a panic.

"We can't go back to our house." Derek shakes his head, seeing Charlotte try and stay sitting up so she can listen to the conversation.

"I can't take you guys to your own house?" Stiles asks with a scoff.

"No, not when we can't protect ourselves." Derek shakes his head.

"Yeah, I'd rather not get killed by hunters whilst I have a bullet in my chest." Charlotte nods, her head leaning against the passenger seat as she takes deep breaths.

"Okay..." Stiles trails with a sigh, stopping the Jeep before he turns to the two deathly pale Hales.

"What happened when Scott can't find your two magic bullets? Huh? Are you both dying?" Stiles asks, glancing between the two.

"Not yet, I have a last resort." Derek shakes his head.

"Yes." Charlotte answers at the same time as her cousin, making Stiles look at her wide eyed.

"You're dying?" Stiles asks as Derek leans up to take his jacket off.

"Yes." Charlotte nods, making Stiles pale.

"Please don't die." Stiles tells her.

"I have no choice in the matter." Charlotte shrugs, speaking like this is the most casual conversation in the world.

Stiles gapes at her, about to speak to her again before he catches sight of Derek's bullet wound, making him get distracted.

"Oh- what the hell is that?" Stiles asks in disgust, making Charlotte also look down at Derek's arm.

"Check yours, Arlo." Derek tells her.

Charlotte lets out a small, tired sigh, bringing her hands up to the rip in her shirt before she opens it up, making her bullet wound visible.

"Are those courageous? You know, you two should probably just get out." Stiles grimaces.

"Oh, thanks." Charlotte mutters, her hands moving from her her bullet wound and back to her lap.

"Start the car, now." Derek tells the human lowly.

"You know what? I don't think you should be barking orders at me, at least not with the way you look, actually, do you know what? I could probably drag your werewolf ass to the side of the road and leave you for dead." Stiles glares at Derek.

"What about me?" Charlotte asks, her house quiet.

"You're my friend, I wanna help you." Stiles replies, making Charlotte smile at him.

"Start the car... or I'm gonna rip your throat out... with my teeth." Derek scowls at Stiles, who just looks at him blankly for a few moments.

The human scoffs, turning back around in his seat before he starts the Jeep and drives away.

"I swear Charlotte's used that threat on me before." Stiles mutters to himself.

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