My Anchor || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 9: Magic Bullet (part 2)

"Hey try not to bleed out on my seats, alright?" Stiles complained to my brother.

"Stiles!" I yelled at him, not happy with the way he was talking to or treating Derek. He mumbled a sorry and kept driving. We had been driving for about 15 minutes at a slow pace. It was driving me insane! Derek was in the front with Stiles who was driving and I was in the back, as usual. Stiles made a right turn, I had no idea where we were going, I just needed to get Derek somewhere we could keep an eye on him and keep him hydrated and alive until Scott found the bullet, which could take all night.

"We're almost there." Stiles informed us.

"Almost where?" Derek somehow choked out.

"Your house." Stiles replied, as if it was obvious. I sat in the back while my brother and best friend fought.

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

"I can't take you to your own house?"

"Not when I can't protect myself." Stiles pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.

"What if Scott doesn't find your ittle magic bullet, huh? Are you dying?" Stiles asked, I looked over at my brother, wanting to know the answer myself.

"Not yet." Well that was optimistic. "I have a last resort." Derek answered.

"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles asked, Derek pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bullet wound that was practically black. The veins around the wound were dark as night and I could make out a twinge of shimmering blue coming from the hole. "Oh my God, what the hell is that? Uh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out." Stiles gagged.

"Stiles!" I yelled at him again.

"Start the car. Now." Said Derek in a deadly calm voice.

"You know, I don't think that you should be barking orders with the way you look. Ok? In fact, I think that, if I wanted to, I could just drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you there for dead." I was about to yell at my friend for the third time during this drive, but Derek beat me too it, this time, his voice was even more deadly.

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

"Uh, no you won't." I interrupted, leaning forward, causing Derek to glare at me and use his good arm to grasp my head and shove me back to my seat before returning his stare to my friend, they were now having a staring contest. One that Stiles would surely fail. Stiles sighed and turned on the ignition.

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We drove for a while longer, just going around and around in circles. Stiles was, for once in his life, silent. So was I, and so was Derek. I was worried about him. If Scott didn't get this 'magic bullet' as Stiles had called it, my brother could die. The only fully alive family I have left would be gone. That can't happen. It would surely break me. Every time Stiles went over a bump in the road, Derek would wince in pain and grasp his arm tighter. This probably wasn't noticeable by the human in the car, but to me it was all I could see and think about. Derek couldn't die, he just... Couldn't. Stiles picked up his phone and dialled a number, presumably Scott's.

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asked our friend, who was trying to keep his girlfriend happy and find a wolfsbane bullet at the same time, without her noticing.

"Just take him somewhere... Anywhere." Scott answered, sounding slightly frantic.

"And, by the way, he's starting to smell." Stiles complained.