An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 33 - Monkshood Part 3

Brooklyn stared at Stiles who was staring through the windshield. The Jeep had stayed parked, the engine growing cold like the ensuing night.

"For the last time Stiles, take us to the hotel…..please….."

"No way," Stiles huffed as he fidgeted with the steering wheel.

"Scott hasn't called back, in fact I think he turned his phone off which is really pissing me off a lot more than you at this point."

Derek was quiet as he felt the infection continuing to spread up his arm. The veins were thicker, darker, and scarier in the faint light of the street light.

"Okay if you don't start this Jeep right now, I will drop kick your ass out that door," she pointed her finger to emphasize her point.

"Look you may be some crazy very hot chick but this is my Jeep and I won't be bossed! No way! No how!"

Brooklyn took a deep breath before bolting from her seat and taking the teen in a rear naked choke.

"Brook what are you doing?" Derek watched as she applied pressure against the back of Stiles' head, cutting his air off slowly but allowing him to continue breathing.

"Okay Gilligan, I've had enough of your crap for one night! You have a choice to make and very little time to make it. Either you drive us to the hotel right now or I continue slowly cutting your air off until you drift away into sleepy land."

Stiles' face was quickly fading from red to purplish blue as he wildly slapped at her arms.

"You have chosen….wisely," she released Stiles who cranked the engine. Brooklyn looked over to Derek with a satisfactory grin. He looked at her impressively as the Jeep pulled away. Seconds later Stiles' phone went off. He snatched it up before Brooklyn could.

"Oh thank god it's about time! Did you find the bullet yet?"

"I don't even know where to start! This place is like the Toys R Us of guns!"

"What am I supposed to do with him?"

"I don't know take him somewhere…..anywhere!"

"And by the way he's starting to smell…like death….."

Stiles emphasized the last word by hissing it over the phone. Derek and Brooklyn both snapped their heads with blazing daggers pointed towards him.

"Take him to the animal clinic!"

"Wait what about your boss?"

"He should be long gone by now. There's a key hidden in the back under the dumpster."

Brooklyn snatched the phone from Stiles, tired of playing these teenage games.

"Scott, you find the bullet or Derek dies. And if he dies I will be coming for you. .Understand?"

"Fine! I'll see what I can do!"

"No, you're gonna find the bullet," she handed the phone back to Stiles. "It's for you."

"I'll meet you there when I can."

"Fine," Stiles hung up. "The things I do for him…."

"Just shut up and drive, Gilligan," Brooklyn went back to tending to Derek's wound. Stiles stole a glance of the werewolf and hunter, feeling a stabbing pain of jealousy as she doted over Derek.

"Where are we going anyways?" Her tone was softer as she worried about Derek.

"The animal clinic," Stiles turned around.