Chapter Ten
We have been driving for about, an hour and Derek is struggling with taking off his jacket. I reach up helping him take it off of him. I take the coat and set in in the seat beside me, then I lean up, and wrap my arms around Derek's neck, and rest my head on his shoulder.
Stiles looks over and sighs before complaining. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats. We are almost there."
I send him a glare, but Derek chose to ignore the comment. "Where?"
"Your house where else?" Stiles says.
"You can't take me there." Derek says.
"I can't take you to your own house?"
"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek says.
Stiles pulls the car over and stops the Jeep. "What are you going to do if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Are you dying."
I flinch at the word dying, because I don't want to even think of Derek dying.
"Not yet." Derek wheezes out. A whimper slips out of my mouth, because even Derek thinks that he may die. "I have a last resort."
"What last re-." Stiles says, but stops and starts complaining when Derek rolls up his shirt revealing a nasty bullet wound. "Eww is that contagious? Gross you should just get out."
I look over at him shooting daggers with my eyes. "Stiles, start the car." Derek says.
"No! I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look. In fact I think if I wanted to, I could drag both of your werewolf asses into the middle of the road and leave you for dead." Stiles says.
"Start the car!" I tell him.
"No!"
"Start the car or I am going to rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek all, but growls at him.
Stiles sighs, and starts the car. I smile and reach over and pat him on the head. "Good boy." I tell him.
We drive for another thirty minutes aimlessly when my stomach growls. "Stiles I'm hungry!" I whine.
"Get over it." Stiles says.
"Pleaaaaasssseeee!" I whine.
"Fine! God you are so annoying!" Stiles complains, pulling into a Wendy's parking lot. Stiles gets out, and goes in to get me food.
"Are you going to be alright?" I ask Derek wrapping my arms around him again.
"I don't know, but your brother needs me." Derek says weakly. I pepper little kisses up, and down his neck. Derek smiles. "I promise you I will get better okay."
"You better." I whisper right before Stiles hops back into the car. He tosses me a bag and hands me a cup with a frosty in it. I open the bag to find a large fry.
I smile and tell Stiles thank you. I pop open the lid to my large frosty and dip a fry into it and pop it in my mouth. I hold one up to the front and let Derek take it, because he must be just as hungry as I am, because neither of us has had food since dinner last night, and right now it is getting dark.
Stiles phone rang, and he pulled over to answer it. "It is Scott," He tells both of us before answering it.
"Hello?" Stiles asks.
I use my werewolf hearing to listen in.
"Hey,"
"Have you found the bullet yet?" Stiles says.
"No this place is like the freaking Walmart if guns!"
"Well what am I supposed to do with these two?" Stiles asks referring to us.
"I don't know."
"Well they are starting to smell!" He tells Scott. Both of our heads snap to Stiles.
"Like what?"
"Like death!" Stiles says. A small growl emmets from Derek's and my mouth. "Scott where am I suppose to take them?"
"The Clinic! My boss isn't there, and there is a spare key outside of the loading deck."
Stiles looks over at Derek, "You are not going to believe where he wants me to take you."
Derek takes the phone, and starts talking. "Scott, think of the full moon the next one you are going to kill with the Alpha or be killed, so if you want to stay alive you need me. Find the bullet." Then he hangs up.
Stiles starts the car and drives in the direction of the animal clinic. When we get there I help Derek out of the car while Stiles finds the key to the door. "Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asks once we are inside.
"It is a rare form of wolfsbane. Scott needs to bring the bullet to me." Derek wheezes I know that he feels like crap, because I feel like it, and the pain is a lot stronger for him than me.
Stiles walks off to call Scott while I take Derek into one of the operating rooms. I wrap my arms around Derek's torso , and lean my head onto his chest. He hugs me back. I look up, and peck him on the lips. Derek pulls me closer and kisses me slowly. We pull away, and lean our foreheads together. "I had to do that at least one more time." He whispers.
"Hey don't think like that! Scott will be here with the bullet any minute. Your not going to die on me okay." I tell him.
"Okay break up the closeness!" Stiles says walking into the room. Derek puts a distance between us, and I shoot Stiles daggers with my eyes for the hundredth time today. Derek pulls off his shirt and reveals the wound on his arm that is getting worse by the minute.
"That doesn't look like anything a good night sleep can't help." Stiles says.
Derek starts rummaging through the cabinets. "If the infection reaches my heart I'll die." He says. There is that word again: die.
"Positivity isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asks.
"If Scott doesn't get here with the bullet in time I have a last resort." Derek says picking something up.
"Which is?" Stiles asks.
"You are going to cut off my arm." He says holding up a saw. I whimper and walk over take the rubber band from his hands and tie it tightly right above the veins that have turned black.
"Won't you bleed to death?" Stiles asks looking pale.
"It will heal if it works." Derek and I say at the same time.
Stiles leans down on to the table, and sighs. "I don't think I can do this."
"Why not?" Derek asks.
"Umm... Well the cutting of the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and the blood. Oh the blood!" He complains.
"You faint at the sight if blood?" Derek asks slightly irritated.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm." He says back.
Derek takes in deep breaths before continuing. "Alright fine. How about this, either you cut off my arm or I cut off your head."
"I am so not buying your threats anymore." By now I am standing behind Stiles, and I shove Stiles down just as Derek grabs his shirt pulling him down. "Okay, bought sold!" He says.
Derek starts to lean over the side of the table, and before you could blink I was by his side. Derek spit up black blood. "Holy hell what is that." Stiles ask grossed out.
"It is my body trying to heal itself." Derek says.
"I don't think it is doing a good job of that!"
"You need to do it now." Derek says handing him the saw. I step away from Derek, and grasp the table for the pain to come. Derek is laying his arm on the table, and Stiles is pushing the saw closer to Derek's arm. Just as Stiles turns on the saw, someone runs in. "What the hell is happening here?" Scott yells.
"Oh my God! Thank you for showing up right now!" Stiles says to him as he puts down the saw.
I straighten up, and walk over to Derek. Scott hands him the bullet, and Derek holds it up. "What are you going to do with that?" I ask him.
"I am going to.." Derek says right before passing out and dropping to the ground. I drop down beside of Derek. "Derek? Please wake up!" I whisper.
"I think he is dead!" Stiles is yelling.
"Stiles, shut up, please." I whisper to him. I lean down to Derek a kiss his nose. "Get up please!" I say letting a tear roll down my face.
"Ali, step back." Stiles says. I lean back and sit on my feet. Stiles leans back a raises his hand, and punches Derek across the face.
Derek wakes up and stands up taking the bullet, and starts working. I stand up as he bites off the tip of the bullet, dumping the insides out, and putting them on the table. He takes a lighter and lights the contents on fire. He sweeps them into his hand and shove it onto his arm, and all I remember after that was excruciating pain, because my vision blurs and is rimmed with black, before I see nothing at all.
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"Hey, baby wake up please." I hear a voice say to me.
"I think she is waking up." I hear another say.
"Hey, get away from my sister." Another says.
I open my eyes to see three heads looming over me. My head is laying on something. I start to sit up, but am held down. "No don't sit up yet." Derek says.
"You're okay?" I whisper.
"Well duh! I told you I would be." Derek says cracking a smile.
"I think she can stand up now." Scott says. Derek helps me up, and I lean into him.
"Okay now that we helped you, you are going to leave us alone." Scott says referencing to us three.
"Or I am going to go back to Alison's father, and tell them everything-"
"Oh so you are going to trust them?" Derek asks.
"They are a whole lot nicer than you are." Scott says.
"I can show you how nice they really are." Derek says.
~
An hour later we are sitting in Derek's car outside of the hospital. "Why are we here?" Scott asks Derek.
"You will see." Derek says starting to get out of the car. I hop out of the backseat, and grab Derek's hand.
"Hey can you two not be no so close together?" Scott asks as we walk towards the long term wing of the hospital.
"Hey can you stop be so annoying?" I ask before sticking my tongue out at him.
We stop outside of a door, and Derek opens it. We walk into a room and see a man sitting in a chair. "Who is that?" Scott asks in a hushed tone.
"My uncle Peter," Derek replies.
"Is he like you? A werewolf?"
"He was, now he is barely human."
"What happened to him?" Scott asks.
"One day when my sister and I were at school, and the house caught fire, he was the only surviver. There were eleven people in that house, some that weren't even werewolves. They say they will only kill an adult with absolute proof." Derek says referring to the hunters.
"How do you know they did it?"
"They were the only ones who knew about us."
"Then they had a reason!"
"Really? What justifies this."Derek says before turning his uncle around to show the other side of his face, which is scarred badly from the fire. "This is what they do. This is what she will do."
"Hey what are you doing in here?" Who I am guessing is Peter's nurse asks us from the doorway.
"We were just leaving!" Derek says taking my hand, and leads me out of the room.
We go back outside to the car, and have a silent drive to my house where Scott gets out immediately gets out and goes inside of the house.
I crawl to the front seat, and look over at Derek. "Hey," I say having nothing else to say.
"Hey." Derek replies. "Do you want to stay at my house tonight?"
"Sure, I will just go grab my things, and tell Mom I am staying at a friends house." I say to him.
I run inside and grab a spare change of clothes, and scribble a note on a sheet of paper, saying that I am staying at Lydia's house, and run back outside and hop into Derek's car.
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I am currently lying in Derek's bed with one of his shirts reading the new book we started in English, Pride and Prejudice, Derek walks out of the bathroom in a towel, and I sneak glances at him over the top of my book every once, and a while. He is rummaging through his drawers looking for clothing. At one point I lay book down, and just stare at him.
"You know instead of staring at me you could help me look for some pajamas."Derek says turning towards me.
I hop out of the bed, and walk over to him I rummage through his draws until I find a pair of flannel pants. I hand them to him, and start to walk back to the bed. "This is only pants," Derek says.
"You think I don't know that?" I ask picking my book up again, and start reading. A few minutes later Derek emerges from the bathroom in the pants, and plops down in the bed beside me.
"You are such a geek," Derek tells me taking the book from my hands.
"Give that back to me!" I tell him.
"Only if you give me a kiss." Derek says holding the book out of my reach, but he is still managing to be inches away from me. I don't even think before I kiss him. I hear a thud on the ground, which I assume is the book that is now long forgotten. Derek pulls me closer, and runs his hand up and down me. He bites my lip asking for permission in, which I give to him without hesitation. My hands rest on either side of his face. I feel Derek tugging on the hem of the shirt I am wearing, and I help him pull it off of me, leaving me in my bra and panties. I pull away from Derek very embarrassed.
"Why did you pull away?" Derek asks me.
"Umm.. Well.. I- I'm a-"
"You're a what?" Derek asks smiling and I have a feeling he knows what I am insinuating.
"God! I'm a virgin!" I say getting frustrated that I am blushing which just makes me blush even more.
"Its okay, I will wait until you're ready okay?" He says wrapping his arms around me.
"Thanks," I say still blushing.
"You are so cute when you are blushing." Derek says. He finds the shirt I was wearing, and starts to hand it to me.
"Its fine, I'm fine." I say to him.
He throws the shirt onto the floor and pulls me somehow even closer. "I'm so glad you are okay." I whisper.
"Don't worry I'm not going anywhere, baby." He says kissing me on the lips again.
For once there and then we had peace from the crazy world of werewolves and hunters.
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Hey guys!!! Merry Christmas if I don't update before Christmas, but thank you for all of the reads and votes.
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