My Love for Derek Hale *Discontinued*

Magic Bullet

I just shrug. "He could."

"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out...with my teeth."

"He could also do that." Stiles stares at him for a second then reluctantly starts the Jeep. We drive around for hours and park on the side of the road again. I call Scott. "Scott, what are we supposed to do with him?" I ask.

"Take him somewhere."

"Take him where?"

Before he could respond, Stiles grabs the phone. "By the way, he's starting to smell."

I hear Scott ask what he smells like. "Like death."

Then Derek takes the phone. "Just find the bullet."

"There's a million bullets. It's like a bullet Walmart."

"I'm gonna die without it."

"That doesn't sound too bad right now."

I roll my eyes. "Tell me about it." Scott has to hang up so Chris wouldn't suspect anything. I sigh and rub my forehead. Stiles looks at me for help. "Just...take him to the clinic."

When we get there, we have to haul him into the animal hospital. We're lucky that Deaton isn't in. Derek strips off his shirt and I notice a black triple spiral tattoo in the middle of his back. Stiles tries to make things better but he doesn't help at all.  "That doesn't look like some Advil and a good night sleep can't handle."

"I have to stop it before it reaches my heart or it'll kill me."

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary," I reply.

"That looks pretty bad," Stiles is saying.

"I still have my last resort."

"Which is?" Stiles and I ask at the same time.

Derek turns with a handsaw. "One of you are gonna cut off my arm."

I almost puke thinking about it. Stiles looks just as pale as Derek now. He puts the saw down on the slab while he ties a blue rubber tie around his arm, above the black lines that show the wolfsbane surging through his veins, using his other hand and teeth. "What if you bleed to death?" I ask.

"It'll heal if it works."

If. Stiles picks up the saw to see how it works and put it back down with a sigh. "Look, I don't think either of us can do this," Stiles says.

"Why not?" Derek responds through his teeth.

"Well it's sawing through the flesh and through the bone," he explains.

"Especially the blood," I add.

"You two faint at the sight of blood?"

"No, we might at the sight of a chopped off arm," Stiles fires back

"Okay, how about this: you cut off my arm or I'll cut off your head."

"Okay, I'm so not buying your threats."

Derek, in one hand, grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and Stiles by the collar. "Okay, we'll do it," Stiles says.

Derek starts to look like he was about to puke. He puts his head over the side and up-chucks blood. I feel everything I had for breakfast and lunch, almost come up. "What the hell is that?" I exclaim.

"It's my body. It's trying to heal itself."

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it," Stiles mumbles.

"Now, you have to do it now."

Stiles picks up the saw but hesitates. "I don't think-"

"Just do it!"

He places the saw by the blue band and sucks in a lot of breath. "Okay, here we go!"

He was just about to saw into Derek's arm but I heard the door open and I smell a familiar scent. Scott. "Stiles?" he calls.

"Scott?"

Scott comes in and looks shocked. "What the hell are you doing?"

Stiles gladly drops the saw and runs his fingers through his short hair. "You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

Scott hands the bullet to Derek but he couldn't hold on to it long enough before he passes out. The bullet rolls into a small hole with a grill over it. "Dammit, Scott."

He tries to get it but he can't reach it through the grill. Stiles is trying to make Derek come to. "I can't get it," Scott says.

"Scott, I think he's dead," Stiles panics.

"Stop, both of you!" I yell.

They both look at me with confusion. I kneel down next to Derek. I grab his face and take in a deep breath. I press one hand over his wound and focus on healing instead of just taking the pain. I crush my lips to his cold ones, tasting nothing but copper and blood. I hear his heart start to pick up so I pull back. I lift my hand and the wound is gone and the black veins begin to fade. His eyes fly open. He takes a second to look around and I notice he starts to regain his color. "You just..." Scott is too shocked to speak.

I feel my face turn red. "That was...awesome!" Stiles says.

I only purse my lips and nod. "Are you okay now?" I ask.

"On the side of the excruciating pain," Derek replies.

"Well the use of sarcasm is a good sign," Stiles points out.

Derek tries to warn us to stay away from the Argents but Scott isn't hearing it. Neither am I. Stiles drives me home and I leave in the middle of the night to go find Derek. When I see him, he is standing in his usual window. I go inside and I look up at the huge staircase. Derek appears to the right and he doesn't seem phased that I'm here. "Who shot you, Derek?" I ask.

"Her name is Kate Argent."

"Allison's aunt?"

I look down and he catches it. "You know her, don't you?"

It was my turn to shake my head. "No, I... I was thinking about Scott and Allison."

He squints his eyes. "Okay... Anyways. You saved me. Why?"

"You saved me. I owed you that."

"I have to ask. Did you...feel anything?"

I hesitate with my answer. This could be a simple question or a way to test to see if I like him. I stuff my hands in my pocket. "Derek, I...I was doing the right thing. I, um, should go. My mom might notice I'm gone."

I walk out and try to breathe. I hate what he does to me when I'm with him. I feel like we have some kind of special link that always sends me back to him no matter what. When I look my arm again, the wound is completely gone. Was I shot by Kate that night? Did she know it was me and fired on purpose?

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