Part of the Pack *stiles stilinski*

Saving Derek

Stiles was driving us to Derek's house in the woods. His pale hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. I could tell he was mad about Scott making him help Derek, and me protecting him. He's told us how much he hates Derek a thousand times, but there's something about Derek that makes me want to trust him.  He told me he was protecting me, and that could just be a lie to make me trust him, but I have such a strong feeling it's true. Stiles took out his phone, and dialed Scott's number. I heard his phone ringing, but there was no answer. He started to text Scott instead.

"Hey, no texting while driving," I said, hitting his shoulder lightly. "Give me it."

"Fine," Stiles handed his phone over to me while keeping his eyes on the road. "Ask Scott if he found it yet."

I quickly typed and sent the message before giving Stiles' phone back to him. Scott replied a few minutes later informing us that he needed more time. Stiles groaned and looked over at Derek.

"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay," Stiles said with an attitude. "We're almost there."

"Almost where?" Derek muttered.

"Your house," I told him.

"What? No, you can't take me there," Derek replied.

"I can't take you to your house?" Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Not when I can't protect myself."

Stiles suddenly pulled over, causing Derek and I to jerk to the right since we didn't have seat belts on and we weren't holding on to anything. Stiles turned his whole body to face Derek.

"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?" Stiles raised his voice a little bit. "Are you dying?"

"Not yet," Derek answered. "I have a last resort."

"What do you mean?" I questioned. "What last resort?"

Derek lifted his shirt sleeve to expose the area where he was shot. The skin around the bullet hole was inflamed and bloody. It was pretty gross to look at, but I've seen worse. I observed the wound carefully. 

"Oh my God, what is that?" Stiles said as he leaned away from Derek. "Is that contagious? You know, you should probably just get out."

Stiles pointed to the car door, while looking away from Derek's arm. 

"Stiles, we're helping him whether you like it or not," I said sternly from the backseat, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Start the car," Derek added. "Now."

"I don't think you should barking orders with the way you look," Stiles responded to Derek. "In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out in the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

I stared at Stiles with wide eyes, my mouth opened slightly. Derek didn't even flinch at the threat.

"Start the car or I'm going to rip your throat out," Derek said. "With my teeth."

Stiles stared at him for a moment before reluctantly turning away and starting the car. I sat in the back with a little smirk on my face, but made sure he didn't see it. 

"Stiles, take Derek to my house in the mean time," I said, checking the time on my phone. "I got to go. I can't be late to the meeting."

"You're going to leave me alone with this dude?" Stiles asked, incredulously. 

"Hey, you'll be fine. He can't do much anyway. Call me if you need me. Promise me you won't try to kill him?" 

"Fine."