Savior Stiles Stilinski book 1

Magic Bullet

*DISCLAIMER* I still don't own Teen Wolf, or Stiles, or Dylan. But I do have this weird scratch,I have no idea how it got there. Ghosts maybe? Or maybe it was a bat? I dunno..

Where's Scott McCall? Derek's voice echoed through my head. Why is he at school looking for Scott? Couldn't he wait 5 minutes for school to end? Oh my god.

Why should I tell you? Jackson, you dumb ass, don't be a dick to this guy. Is...Is that blood?

Because I asked you politely, and I only do that once. Derek said, he sounded weak..?

Hmm... Okay, tough guy. You know, how about I help you find him if you tell me what you're selling him? What is it? Is it, uh, Dianabol? Hmm? HGH? Jackson, you're such a dumb ass.

Steroids.No, Derek. That's not at all what he meant.

No, girl scout cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about? Oh, and, uh, by the way, whatever it is you're out selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked. Jackson, for the love of God. Don't do this.

I'll find him myself. There you go! Be a big boy, Derek. Damn, I am on a roll today. But Derek doesn't sound good.

No, we're not done-Jackson was cut off and there was a thud, and when I got around the corner I saw that Derek had grabbed Jackson by the back of his neck and had thrown him up against the locker. Derek let go as I walked over to him, about to tear him a new one. Honestly, I don't know why but I haven't really been acting like myself, but I guess that's what the supernatural does...

"Derek?" I asked walking closer to him. He looked weak, and although I don't really trust the guy that much but lately I just care and worry too much, I don't know. "Oh my god. What happened?" I asked leaning Derek against the wall.

"We..need to...find... Scott.." He said between breaths. I helped him outside where we found Stiles' jeep. Derek held up his hand in front of the jeep before falling. He pulled me along with him. Stiles stopped the jeep.

Oh my god! Stiles whisper-yelled to himself.

Oh, no no -no- no, not here! Scott said while running over to Derek who had lost almost all color in his face.

"You've got to be kidding me! This guy's everywhere." Stiles said,

"What the hell, Alex? What is he doing here?" Scott said as he stared down at us. Then he extended a hand and pulled me up. Derek was still sitting he looked to weak to move.

"I was shot," Derek muttered.

"He's not looking so good, dude," Stiles said.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked.

"I can't. It was-it was a different kind of bullet.." Derek breathed

"A silver bullet?" Stiles and I asked. My lack of supernatural knowledge was probably the worst thing about all of this.

"No, you idiots." Derek breathed.

"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott said.

"What? Who- who said 48 hours?" Derek asked.

"The one who shot you. What are you doing?? Stop that!" Scott said. Derek's eyes kept flashing blue.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, I can't!" Derek yelled.

"Derek, get up!" Scott yelled back. Derek sat up and fell back over again.

"Help us get him in your car!" I yelled to Stiles. Reluctantly he helped us get Derek off the ground, I climbed into the back and the boys helped him into the front seat.