Without you

Magic Bullet: 1

After a long morning of basketball coaching and many many files of paperwork, Georgia is sitting in the staff room making herself a coffee not knowing Derek is in the school.

"Where's Scott McCall?" The Hale boy asks Jackson assuming he's Scott's friend.

Jackson looks Derek up and down before drawing his eyes at the man. "Why should I tell you?"

"Because I asked you politely. And I only do that once." Derek gasps for air, trying to be scary was hard when your body is fighting wolfsbane poisoning from a magic bullet shot by a hunter.

"Hmm. Okay, tough guy." Jackson draws his eyes at the man once again not buying the act. Getting an idea the boy leans against his locker.

"How about I help you find him
if you tell me what you're selling him?" The boy raises his eyebrows taking a step towards the pale man, who was very much in fact paler than usual. "What is it? Is it Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?"

Jackson lists of various different drugs he can only assume Scott could be taking to become this good at lacrosse.

"Steroids?" Derek asks his patience wearing thin, where the fuck was Scott? Or even Georgia?

Jackson rolls his eyes. "No, Girl Scout Cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about? By the way, whatever it is you're selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked."

"I'll find him myself." Derek Hale pushes away from the younger boy, not wanting to deal with his bullshit while he's probably dying.

Jackson tries to grab him but Derek- even in his state- is quicker and grabs the boys neck pushing him into the locker face first, not able to control his shift his claws dig into the boys neck, he realises his mistake and pulls himself off before continuing down the halls of the familiar school.

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Once the bell rang, Georgia was quick to get all her stuff together and make her way to her car but as she leaves the office she can't help but notice her friend struggling to get himself to walk towards the car park.

"Oh, my God." She mumbles as she sees him fall onto the road in front of Stiles' jeep. Her feet make their way into a sprint, as she joins him on the floor she holds onto his bicep so he doesn't completely collapse.

Stiles jumps out his jeep just in time for Scott to arrive at the scene.

"Are you okay?" "What are you doing here?" Scott and Georgia ask at the same time.

"I was shot." Derek again gasps for air, trying to keep himself in a sitting position.

"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles' eyes that were focusing on the half dead werewolf make their way to Scott's eyes.

"Why aren't you healing?" The younger werewolf whispers in a panicked tone, if anyone heard this they would be truly screwed.

"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." Derek grabs Georgia's cream leather jackets sleeve trying to push himself up but fails.

"A silver bullet?" Stiles asks, way too excited in this situation if you ask the girl.

"No, you idiot." She rolls her eyes.

"Wait. That's what she meant
when she said you had 48 hours." Everyone could near enough see and hear the wheels spinning in Scott's brain.

"What? Who said 48 hours?" Georgia asks moving her hand from Dereks bicep to his chest, his heart was beating. Fast.

"The one who shot you." Scott says, Derek leans back against Georgia as his eyes flicker blue.

"What are you doing? Stop that." Scott grabs him as if trying to snap him out of a trance.