'This is Derek. I'll call you ba-' the voicemail rang in the Stilinski's ear for the fifth time that day. Not bothering to leave a message, she groans as she hangs up.
"Where are you Derek?" she mutters to herself. He had left last night, and hasn't been back or checked in with her at all since she's gotten up. It was mid-afternoon now, and she was pacing with worry. She had no clue where he went to and where he is now.
She sighs and goes to call him again when her phone rings, 'Baby Bro' flashing on the screen. Answering the phone after a moment she wasn't in the mood. "I can't talk Stiles." she tells him, biting her cheek with worry.
"Yes you can. I got your dying boyfriend leaking blood in my jeep." he tells her, sounding very annoyed.
"What?" She says in shock.
"Yeah. Derek smells like death and I'm driving him to the animal clinic. Can you meet us there?" Stiles tells her quickly.
Charlie was grabbing her keys, "On my way." she says as she opens the door, "Tell him not to die." she says before hanging up.
Stiles looked towards the sickly wolf, "She said not to die." he says as he puts the phone down.
"I know." Derek replies agitated.
"What the hell does she see in you?" Stiles mutters to himself as he continues to the clinic.
When he finally pulls up to the clinic the Stilinski boy sees his sister pacing in front of her car. "What the hell did you speed over here?" he questions as he gets out.
Charlie wastes no time going to the passenger side and helping Derek. "Yes. Not the point. What the hell happened?" she questions the two.
"I was shot with a different bullet." Derek tells her as Stiles unlocks the door for them.
"Did a hunter shoot you?" she questions as they enter the clinic.
"You know about hunters? You know he's a werewolf?!" Stiles asks her in surprise, staring at the two.
Charlie stares at her brother confused, "Of course I know about all that. Much like how I know you got Derek arrested with Scott so that Mr. Teen wolf can play lacrosse despite being told it was a bad idea." she tells him annoyed.
Stiles opens and closes his mouth trying to think of a rebuttal but comes up with nothing. "How long have you known?" he sputters out.
"Couple years." she replies with a shrug as she helps Derek to take off his jacket to get a better look at his wound.
Her brother shakes his head in disbelief, "And you didn't tell me!?"
"Stiles, not the time." she scolds him, as she helps Derek take a seat.
The boy mutters to himself, mocking her voice quietly as he looks over his phone, getting a text from Scott. "Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" he pipes up.
The two look at him, "It's a rare form of wolfsbane." Derek replies.
"Shit." Charlie says, looking at him worried.
"He has to bring me the bullet." Derek tells Stiles with a sigh.
"Why?" Stiles tries to questions.
"Because I'm gonna die without it." He replies honestly.
"Hey." Charlie says, making Derek look at her, "No dying. You are not dying today, got it." she tells him before looking at her brother, "Tell Scott to get the bullet and bring it to us ASAP."
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Fearless // Teen Wolf
Fanfic~You take my hand and drag me headfirst Fearless~ -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Charlie's eyes seem to sparkle, "So you're like Superman!" "I'm better then Superman." he replies smugly. ____________________________ ~But with you I'd dance in...
