After school, Stiles and I walk out to the Jeep. Scott's going over to Allison's right after, so I'm more than a little excited about getting the front seat again. That's probably one of the best things about Scott becoming a werewolf. Now, he's faster than the Jeep and he never needs a ride, leaving that passenger seat open and free. I fill the vacancy quite nicely, if I do say so myself.
As we get in, Stiles shoves his backpack into the backseat and we rush off. I glance down at my phone to see what time it was and Stiles slams on the brakes. My phone skitters to the floor by my feet and I look up in surprise. Derek stands in front of the Jeep, his hand out in futile attempt to stop the vehicle.
"Oh my god," Stiles says as the Jeep rolls backwards. He honks the horn repeatedly. Derek falls backwards, landing on the concrete. He still doesn't look good. "You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere."
Horns honk behind us. Stiles and I look around, stuck. We can't go backwards because there's a long line of cars and we can't go forward because there's a big, dark werewolf in the road. Scott runs into view at that moment, running up to the window.
"What the hell?" he asks, looking between us. He sees Derek. "Oh."
Stiles climbs out as Scott rushes over to Derek.
"What are you doing here?" he asks. Derek says something I can't make out. Curiosity gets the best of me and I climb out, trying to hear over the constant horn honking.
"It's not looking so good, dude," Stiles tells him.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott worries, looking over him. I hover near the front of the Jeep.
"I can't. It was - It was a different kind of bullet," Derek gasps.
Bullet? My heart thuds louder when I remember the gunshot I heard last night.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asks excitedly.
"No, you idiot," Derek seethes.
"Wait, wait," Scott says suddenly. "That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours."
"What?" Derek asks, voicing my question before I could. "Who - Who said 48 hours?"
"The one who shot you," Scott replies. "The one you ... saw," my brother looks at me. Derek starts groaning and I jump, letting out a tiny noise when his eyes flash bright blue. They land on me, narrowing. "What are you doing?" my brother demands. "Stop that!"
"I'm trying to tell you! I can't!" Derek hisses.
"Derek," Scott claps a hand on his shoulder. "Get. Up!"
Derek doesn't respond. I hear car doors, people getting out. They were going to come and see the shifting werewolf holding up traffic.
"Help me get him in the car," Scott says, grabbing Derek and hauling him up with his super strength. He tosses Derek in the front seat and I start to protest, but Derek gives me a look that could kill.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used," Derek tells Scott quickly as I hop in the backseat behind him.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott holds his hand out, confused.
"'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them," Derek says. My heart falls. The one who shot Derek is related to Allison? I glance over my shoulder. I can see out the back window that Allison is standing next to her open car door. She looks towards the front of the line, looking for the hold up like everyone else.
"Why should I help you?" Scott asks loudly.
"Because you need me," Derek answers firmly. I watch as Allison closes her door. Scott looks up too.
"Fine," he huffs. Stiles opens the Jeep door. "I'll try. Get him out of here."
"I hate you for this so much," Stiles pulls away. He turns to me as well pull out of the school parking lot. "I mean, what I am supposed to do with him?"
"I don't know," I shrug, glancing at Derek in the mirror.
We drive for a while, killing time until Scott can figure out what kind of bullet Derek was shot with. After a while, Stiles slams his phone down.
"Come on," he whispers, frustrated. I pick it up, reading the message he just got. Scott still hasn't found the bullet. Stiles looks over at Derek. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."
"Almost where?" Derek mumbles, barely audible. Stiles sighs.
"Your house," he replies.
"What?" Derek looks up. "No, you can't take me there."
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles replies incredulously.
"Not when I can't protect myself!" Derek answers, shaking his head. Stiles pulls over on the side of the road to turn and look at Derek.
"What happens is Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?" Stiles starts to get worked up. "Hmm? Are you dying?"
"Not yet," Derek says. He breathes heavily. "I have a last resort."
"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles near-shouts. Derek pulls up his sleeve to reveal a bloody wound. "Oh my god. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."
"Stiles!" I say in shock. Derek looks back at me and I push my lips together. He turns his attention back to Stiles.
"Start the car," he demands. "Now."
"Yeah, I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead," Stiles spazzes.
"Start the car or I'm gonna rip your throat out," Derek says venomously. "With my teeth."
Stiles stares at him for a beat before turning back to the steering wheel. He starts the engine and pulls out onto the road.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
