Triskele

Wolf's Bane

"What is taking him so long?" Derek asked angrily.

"Calm down Sourwolf." Stiles said.

"Calm down? I am going to die if your friend does not hurry up and you tell me to calm down!" Derek growled.

"Well excuse me." Stiles muttered. "Did not know the world would be coming to an end if you died."

"I swear to God I will-."

"Both of you stop it!" Isaac bellowed as his eyes flashed red. "Stop acting like children." He placed a bone saw on the table.

"What is that for?" Stiles asked.

"If Scott does not come back you are going to cut my arm off." Derek answered.

"What! Fuck no! How come he can not do it?!" Stiles shouted as he pointed wildly at Isaac.

"Because it will cause me pain as well. Derek is Pack and Pack members are able to feel each other's pain." Isaac explained.

"So un-fucking-fair. I am going to kill Scott if he is not here soon." Stiles mumbled. "Can your limbs heal back like lizards or whatever?"

"No you idiot." Derek hissed.

"Okay, okay. Damn it was just a question. No need to get your panties in a bunch." Stiles responded. Derek growled. Isaac rubbed his temples.

'God help us.' He thought.

"Where's your bathroom?" Scott asked Allison when the three adults were busy.

"Oh, it is down the hall and the first door on your left." She instructed.

"Thank you." He said as he offered her a smile before following her directions. He looked around to make sure no one was close by as he entered one of the guest bedrooms. He could tell by the few things around that Gerard was occupying this room. He looked quickly through the desk and dresser though he had no idea what he was looking for. He found a black bag when he knelt to look under the bed. He pulled it out and opened it to reveal various types of ammunition. He swallowed thickly as he searched for a silver bullet. "Dammitt!" He hissed when he did not find one. Suddenly something in the bag caught his eye. A wooden box. He opened it to reveal a case of silver bullets- one missing. Scott mentally cheered as he grabbed a bullet and hurriedly put everything back and headed into the bathroom. The Argents were gathered in the living room when entered. "Umm, my mom just called. I have to go." Scott lied.

"Oh, already?" Allison asked. Scott nodded.

"Well it was nice having you." Victoria said.

"Stop by anytime." Chris added.

"Okay. I will." Scott agreed as he exited the house.

"He is not going to make it." Derek said. He grabbed the bone saw and put it in Stiles' hand.

"What! No! Scott is going to make it. I can not cut off your arm." Stiles protested.

"You have to." Derek responded.

"The hell I do! I do not have to do shit. I can not. You want me to saw off your arm, your arm!"

"Stilinski, do it or I will rip out your throat- with my teeth." Derek growled as his eyes flashed blue. Stiles stared at him before turning on the bone saw and gulped as he got ready to cut Derek's arm. Scott rushed in.

"I got- what the hell are you doing?!" Scott cried out.

"Oh thank Jesus sweet Lord almighty God above! What the actual fuck Dude?! He wanted me to saw off his arm- his arm got dammit!" Stiles said as he dropped the saw.

"Do you have it?" Isaac asked. Scott smiled as he pulled out the silver bullet. Isaac returned the smile and ruffled Scott's hair. "Good job Pup." He praised. Scott beamed.

"Umm, I hate to interrupt your little lovesick puppy moment but... I AM STILL DYING OVER HERE!" Derek yelled. Scott blushed and Isaac stuck his tongue out at Derek as he broke the silver bullet open. Black ash fell out and Isaac scooped it up in his hand.

"This is Wolf's Bane. It is used in weapons to kill Werewolves. If not treated immediately it spreads throughout the body and the Werewolf will die." Isaac informed them as he pressed the pile of Wolf's Bane to the bullet hole in Derek's arm. The bullet hole tinged purple and Derek screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. Scott and Stiles watched in concern and fascination as Derek squirmed and the bullet hole began to close. After a while Derek sat up and breathed heavily.

"That was awesome!" Stiles exclaimed. The three Werewolves glared at him. "What? It was."

"Come on Stiles. You are driving Derek and I back." Isaac said. "Scott, Deaton will be by to help you and explain Werewolf toxins to you." Scott nodded happily. "You did very well." Isaac whispered before helping Derek out. They followed a babbling Stiles out to his car and Scott smiled softly. He was happy to have made Isaac proud.