Risk it all < C. Argent

17 {Whoever Will Listen}

As soon as the tires of the boys Jeep were on the McCall's property, Derek was climbing out, not caring if the vehicle was stopped or not. "Derek!" Stiles hissed as he helped the wolf to the front door, Derek pounding on the front door.

"Sully! Sully open the door." Derek called out, but it was silent. The wolf focused his hearing and noticed that there wasn't a singular heartbeat even present in the house, sending him into a frenzy, thinking the worst.

"Sawyer!" Derek yelled as he pounded on the door. "Dude, I have a key." Stiles said as he opened the door and as soon as access was granted, Derek was inside, and trying his hardest to make it up the stairs.

Stiles made it before him, Derek shoving off his helping hands, telling the boy to check the rooms upstairs. "She's not here man. The house is empty." Stiles told Derek and for the third time that day, he panicked. "Where would she have gone?" Derek asked himself out loud. "I don't know, but I don't think she could have gotten far." Stiles said as his eyes were glued to her bed.

"Stiles?" Derek pulled back her comforter to find her bedding stained with more blood than a normal person should be able to live without. "We have to find her." Derek told the boy, not leaving it up for debate.

"Where do you think she would go?" "I don't- The house. I told her I was staying at the house." Derek told Stiles and the boy nodded. "Then that's where we go." Stiles said making his exit from his friend's house, making sure to lock up behind Derek as he helped him back in the Jeep.

Derek rubbed his head, a painful sting running through it. "What?" Stiles asked. "It's my head." "Okay. You got shot in the arm." "No shit Stilinski. I think it has to do-" "Derek!" Stiles asked as the wolf went quiet, his eyes focused straight out ahead of him, though not seemingly focused on anything.

"She's back." Derek mumbled, repeating the same phrase that was whispered to him in his mind.

"What?" Stiles asked. "She's back." Derek said again, back to himself, what ever trance like episode over for the time being.

"Who's she?" Stiles asked. "Scott said that 'she said you had forty-eight hours'. Could that be the she?" Derek asked mainly himself.

"Where did you hear that? The 'She's back'? Are you sure it isn't some werewolf sickness from this bullet?" Stiles asked as he drove to the Hale house.

"I think it was a warning." "A warning for who?" Stiles asked. "Whoever will listen." Derek told him.

"We have to find her. Go to my house." "You literally just told me not to go there." Stiles quipped and Derek glared. "I don't care. If Sawyer is there, I can help her. I can't help her if I don't know where she is, Stiles." Derek snapped and soon the pair were on their way.

Stiles nervously chewed on his lip as images flashed through his head, possibilities of how they were going to find the girl he thought of like a sister. "Stiles!" Derek growled. "I'm sorry." The teen groaned. "I just- what do you think we're gonna find?" Stiles asked. "Hopefully Sawyer in a halfway conscious state. I can't carry her, let alone you." Derek told the boy and Stiles turned to look at him from the intended insult.

"If she has to go to the hospital, how are we going to explain this?" Stiles asked. "She's not going. She won't get better until I do. So either Scott finds that bullet or he's gonna have to deal with two dead bodies today." Derek snapped.

Pulling up to the Hale house, Derek immediately picked up on the smell of blood that wasn't his own. "She's here." He told the teen as he tried to get out of his side, but a wave of pain stopped him, his ears picking up on a cry of pain from the house.

Derek's heart beat picked up. He knew his injuries affected her, but to hear her cry out in pain because of him was different. "Sully?" Derek asked as he gently got out of the Jeep, making his way into the house. He followed her scent into his old room.

He saw her crumpled on the floor, her head hung. "Sully." He asked, pain lacing his voice. With great effort, she picked up her head. He could see the blood that seeped from her ears and eyes. "What's happening?" She whispered as she looked at him, and at that moment, it was like he was breathless. She looked like a corpse. She was white as a sheet, the blood staining her skin being a stark contrast, enough to make to wolf flinch. Her brown eyes were practically black, her hair matted together with both blood and sweat.

"Sully." "I couldn't find you." She whispered her voice horse, her eyes heavy with fatal sleep. He had never felt so crush yet so cared for.

"Stiles!" Derek yelled down to the boy as he heard him carefully climbing the stairs. "Der- Sawyer!" Stiles shouted, but then took in her state. "What are we gonna do?" "Don't know, but I do know we're getting the hell out of here. I'm surprised we haven't been ambushed yet." Derek told Stiles, "Grab one side, I'll grab the other." He said.

The two of them got the girl out of the house and into the back of Stile's Jeep. "What now?" Stiles asked as he drove away from the Hale house, towards town. "Call Scott." "And tell him what?" Stiles asked as Derek listened to Sawyer's heart, as it beat oddly, trying to keep up with the blood loss.

"If he doesn't bring me that bullet in an hour, his sister's dead."

A/N: Happy Fourth of July everyone! I know I a few days late, but hey, better late than never!