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WHILE SCOTT WAS BEING A DOUBLE AGENT, STILES WAS BEING A CHAUFFEUR TO A SICKLY LOOKING WEREWOLF. Stiles had texted Scott if he had found the bullet they were looking for, but Scott replied with 'need more time.'
Derek took off his jacket, because he was getting overheated.
Stiles was frustrated having to waste his precious time with a brooding werewolf he didn't like. "Aye, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."
"Almost where?" the pale wolf questioned.
"Your house."
"What, no you can't take me there." Derek told Stiles, on the verge of passing out.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles exasperated.
"Not when I can't protect myself."
"Well, she can–" Stiles was about to say, but when he looked back at the backseat of his car he found it was empty.
"Where did your friend go?" Stiles questioned, looking back at Derek.
Derek was sick and now he was confused, neither of them knew where Aline went until Stiles almost ran her over.
Swerving to the side in a knick of time, Stiles parked his jeep on the side of the road.
Then she appeared right beside Derek, scaring Stiles – again.
"Stop doing that! You lady, really need a bell around your neck." Stiles shouted.
"I needed to get something for Derek, so I left, but I couldn't pinpoint where you were exactly so I could hop in your vehicle. So I just decided to wait in the middle of the road until I saw your jeep." Aline explained, matter – of – factly.
"Oh okay, AND WHAT IF WE WOULD'VE CRASHED!" Stiles yelled, making Aline roll her lifeless eyes.
"I would've simply stopped you from crashing." she stated, and Stiles just huffed.
