The Gift

Chapter 3

Scott and Isaac arrived to find Derek laying on Stiles' bed while Stiles' paced the room talking. "Oh my God when are they gonna be here? What do we tell them? How do we explain the fact that my dad caught us making out and shot you? Derek? Are you even listening to me anymore? Derek?" Stiles asked spinning around to come face-to-face with Isaac.

"Got something you wanna share Stiles?" Isaac asked expectantly.

"Me? Who? Me? No. Of course not I wouldn't have anything to share other than the fact that Derek is fucking bleeding out on my bed." Stiles screeched.

"Guys. I'm fine I just need someone to get the bullet out its in my shoulder and I can't reach it." Derek said completely calm.

"Fine? You are not fine. If you didn't notice you were fucking shot by my dad. There is a bullet stuck in your body!" Stiles screamed.

"The bullet wouldn't be there, and we wouldn't have had to call Scott and Isaac if you would have just gotten the bullet out for me." Derek replied.

"Well you wouldn't have been shot if you could keep your frickin' paws off me you.. dog!" Stiles was quick to retort.

"Wait! Guys? What exactly happened?" Scott asked cutting off their mini argument.

"Well, genius over here thought he should just pop up in my window and break into my room." Stiles began only to be cut off by Derek.

"You invited me over!"

"Look. I didn't mean right that second. I meant after my dad left for work I assumed you had sense enough to know that." Stiles said sighing.

"I don't know what you mean half of the time. When you said and I quote 'Derek come over I need you.' I assumed you meant as quick as possible not wait until eight when your dad leaves. Plus I thought you were hurt." Derek said huffing.

"Well, obviously you thought wrong seeing as I'm perfectly fine." Stiles retorted sassily.

"Well, obviously I will be fine if someone would get this fucking bullet out of my arm!" Derek growled.

Stiles looked at him in shock almost as if he had forgotten about the bullet. "Oh my God! Scott help him get the bullet out!" Stiles said rushing to Derek's side, previous argument forgotten.

"Stiles, honey, its ok. I'll be fine I just need one of these morons to get the bullet out." Derek reassured Stiles.

"You heard him get to it." Stiles demanded looking to Isaac and Scott.

"Since you asked ever so nice." Scott said sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Scott moved forward to remove the bullet from Derek's shoulder while Isaac and Stiles watched in silence. "So, what do I do just, reach in and grab it?" Scott asked unsure.

"You will need to use your claws its lodged in too deep." Derek replied emotionless.

"Um... Alrighty then. Let me just, um, yeah I'll just reach into your skin and remove a bullet, normal." Scott said shakily.

"Scott. Shut the fuck up and do it." Derek growled.

Scott proceeded to remove the bullet trying not to inflict any pain. "I-I think I got it." Scott said sounding happy.

"Thank God!" Stiles yelled.

"Thank you, Scott. I should be fine now and Stiles can stop worrying." Derek said sincerly.

"So are you guys like.. together?" Isaac asked from the back of the room.

"Oh! Um. Well. We, um." Stiles stuttered out being cut off by Derek.

"Yes we're together."

"That's great man!" Scott proclaimed joyously. "Stiles has been obsessed with you like for-ever.

"Has he now?" Derek said smirking.

"I wouldn't call it an obsession perse." Stiles said blushing a deep red.

"Oh really? What would you call it Stiles." Scott said mischief in his voice.

"I would call it.... dedication." Stiles said proudly.

"Call it what you will. We should probably leave now. So Derek and Stiles can go back to whatever it was that they were doing that the Sheriff thought was enough to shoot Derek over." Scott said winking at Isaac.

"Aw. But Scotty I wanted to stick around for the show." Isaac whined smirking along with Scott.

"I did too, but I don't think Derek and Stiles want an audience." Scott said with a pout.

"Pick your lip up off the floor and get the fuck out of my house so I can spend 'quality' time with my man." Stiles said winking. And with that Scott and Isaac made a hasty retreat to Scott's motorbike.