I was half asleep when I heard a door open. "Stiles I-" Scott began. I pretended to still be asleep. I glanced up at the clock. It was about twelve o'clock. I guess Scott was done with his date. "What happened to her?" Scott asked. Stiles sighed. He was sitting at the end of the bed.

"The alpha attacked her and her uncle. She had to heal him" Stiles began. I heard Scott let out a sad sigh. "Her uncle didn't react like we had hoped he had. So she came here." Stiles explained.

"Wow. Is she going to stay with you?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. As long as she needs. We are going to have to take more care of her now okay? We are her family" Stiles said. I had chills. I don't think I had ever really heard Stiles that serious. "And about the bus driver, he died. He finally succumbed to his wounds" Stiles broke the news. Scott took a deep breathe, sitting down next to Stiles on the edge of the bed.

"Oh man" Scott said, running his hands through his hair. He let out a long sigh, the two of them sitting in silence, something I thought I would never see. I felt Scott's weight shift as he turned to look at me. I was still tucked under the covers, face smushed into the pillow. "Poor Emma" Scott sighed. I felt my heart break a little. 

"I know" Stiles whispered. "Can we talk about something a little more uplifting? Like um how was your date?" Stiles asked. I reminded myself to thank him for the change in topic.

"Good and bad. Allison and I kissed" Scott said, his voice trailing off a little clearly lost in memory.

"How did the whole bowling part of it go? Make a fool out of yourself?" Stiles asked, I imagined him smirking. Scott chuckled.

"Well at first I made a fool out of myself, but then I was able to use my wolf powers and then bam, all strikes" Scott said, laughing a little bet, clearly having enjoyed himself. His laugh quieted for a second. "But then Jackson took me aside and told me I was cheating"

"You can't cheat in bowling" Stiles exclaimed. 

"I know! That's what I said!" Scott responded. I heard Stiles scoff. "Anyways he said something was up with me, like there was no way I was that good at lacrosse. He said he was going to figure it out. And he said um whatever it is, I don't want Allison to know" Scott explained.

"So basically he was spot on?" Stiles asked. Scott got up, beginning to pace around the room.

"Yes but he is onto me Stiles. What if he figures it out? Then what?" Scott began to worry. Stiles stood up. 

"Don't worry about it. Scott I wouldn't even believe you if I had seen it. There is no way Jackson, dumbass Jackson, will ever come to that conclusion" Stiles said. I couldn't agree more. 

"Yeah. Yeah you are probably right" Scott agreed. He stopped pacing. "I should probably get home. Its getting late" Scott said. Scott walked to the door, pausing. "Let me know how Emma's doing" Scott said. Stiles sighed. 

"Hopefully she'll want to get up tomorrow. We have plans to hang out Monday anyway" Stiles said. 

"Yeah alright. See you at school" Scott said, shutting the door behind him, leaving Stiles and I alone again. Stiles laid back down on the bed, pulling the covers up and then laying them down on the two of us. He moved so our backs were pressing together. My body instantly feeling warmer. Something about having him so close to me calmed me down. The thoughts about my uncle were instantly replaced by all the good times Stiles and I have already shared in the short time period we have known each other. Soon, my eyelids become heavy and I drift back into sleep.

+

I sat in class tapping my pencil on my desk, thinking. Allison's aunt had come to stay with them. I wonder where my aunt was now. I never saw her after her and my uncle got divorced. Just like that my heart sank again. The uncle that didn't want me. The uncle who didn't even recognize me. A paper landed on my desk. I looked up to see my teacher offer a small smile. I got a 98 on my quiz. At least I was doing well in school. "You just need to study more" I heard Stiles say to Scott. Stiles sat in front of me, and Scott in front of him. "Obviously I'm kidding. Its fine. Its just one test. You'll make it up" Stiles encouraged Scott. I guess he didn't do very well on it. "Do you want help studying?" Stiles asked.

"No I'm studying with Allison" Scott responded. I scoffed. I guess we weren't hanging out after school. Whatever I would just hang out with Stiles, as I was kind of sleeping there anyways.

"That a boy" Stiles said, patting Scott's shoulder.

"We're just studying" Scott said. Stiles seemed to be dumbfounded by this.

"Uh no you're not. Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you" Stiles exclaimed. "If you go to her house today and squander at colossal opportunity I swear to god-"

"Okay!" Scott said, turning around in his seat. Some of the class looked up. "Plus you and Emma hang out all the time" Scott said. Stiles immediately was silent. 

"That's different" he said, his eyes darting back to see if I had heard. I could practically see the blush creeping up on his neck.

"Alright" Scott replied. "Just stop with the questions"

"Done. No more questions" Stiles said, sitting back in his seat. "No more talk about the alpha or Derek. Especially Derek. Who still scares me" Stiles muttered to himself. I began laughing, having to bite down on my tongue to keep quiet. The bell rang signaling the end of the day.

"Stiles I'll meet you at your car. I have to grab something out of my locker" I told him as I stood up, grabbing my bag. I walked out of the room and down the hallway. Then I spotted Derek. Someone rammed into him, causing him to grimace in pain. What the hell was he doing here?! I pushed my way down the hallway until I reached him. 

"Emma" he spoke when he saw me. He almost smiled. His face was covered in a thin film of sweat, and his skin was pale. "I was looking for you" he said, seeming like it caused him pain to speak. I grabbed his hand, guiding him over to the lockers. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking around to see if anyone was suspicious. Derek took deep breathes, leaning against the lockers.

"I got shot" Derek winced as he tried to move. He wasn't healing. This had to be the hunters then. I took Derek's arm, him wincing at my touch. 

"Its okay" I said as I gently pushed his sleeve up. I gasped when I saw the wound. It was bad. Black veins sprouted from the wound, traveling up his arm. "Oh my god Derek" I gasped. I pulled him into an empty class room. "Let me try and heal it" I spoke softly. I put my hand over the wound, Derek wincing at the pressure. Nothing happened. I stumbled backwards, suddenly feeling lightheaded. "What kind of bullet was it?" I asked, leaning on a desk for support. 

"Wolvesbayne" Derek responded, looking at me worried. My hand burned from where I had placed it. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded, shaking my hand out.

"I just burnt my hand a little" I looked around as kids passed the classroom. "We have to get you out of here. And get you better" I said. I thought for a moment. "Scott and Stiles are by his jeep. If I can just get you there we can figure something out-"

"No. I don't trust them" Derek grunted, obviously in a lot of pain. 

"Derek you are dyeing. If you trust me, you can trust them. I'll be with you the whole time okay?" I asked. Derek thought about it for a moment. He grunted in agreement. I walked over to him, throwing his arm over my shoulder. "C'mon" I said as I pulled him along. We only got a few weird stares as we walked down the hallway. Finally we made it outside. I felt Derek begin to collapse, putting more weight on me. "C'mon Derek please. We're almost there" I grunted as we pulled him along. We were walking across the parking lot when Derek collapsed, bringing both of us to the ground. Stiles's jeeped jerked to a stop in front of us, nearly running us over. Stiles jumped out of the car running over. 

"Emma? What the hell?" Stiles asked. In seconds, Scott was standing over us to. People began beeping as the line of cars behind Stiles's car. "What is he doing here?" Stiles asked. 

"Guys he's hurt. He got shot" I explained, trying to help Derek sit up without hurting him.

"Why isn't he healing?" Scott asked, looking around panicked as the beeping continued. 

"Its a special kind of bullet" I said, annoyed that neither of them was helping me stand him up.

"A silver bullet?" Stiles exclaimed. Derek glared at him.

"No you idiot. A wolvesbayne bullet" Derek groaned, barely able to speak. He shot me a look as if to say, 'I told you they wouldn't be helpful'. 

"Thats what she meant when she said you have 48 hours" Scott said, recalling something. 

"Who said that Scott?" I asked.

"The women who shot you. I saw them going after the alpha last night" Scott said. I rolled my eyes. How could he with hold all this information from us? This was very important information! Suddenly, Derek's eyes began to glow blue. They flickered on and off. Derek grunted in pain. "Stop that!" Scott ordered, panicked that someone would see.

"Scott he can't" I argued. "We have to get him out of here. Scott help me get him up" I said, standing. Scott and I each grabbed one of his hand, pulling him up. He grunted in pain, collapsing into me. I threw his arm over my shoulder, pulling him towards Stiles's car. I looked over to see Stiles frowning at us. Was he jealous? Derek cried out in pain, drawing my attention back to the situation at hand. I opened the door, pushing Derek into the back seat. Scott stood next to the window. "Scott you have to find out what kind of bullet she used" I told Scott, who instantly looked flustered.

"What? How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked, panicked. 

"Allison. You are going to her house today" I said.

"Why should I help him?" Scott asked. 

"Because you need him. And I trust him Scott. We need to help him" I said, begging him with my eyes. 

"Fine. I'll try" Scott said, spotting Allison. "I have to go" he said before taking off to distract Allison from the strange situation that had just occurred. Stiles turned to me, and then looked back at Derek. 

"I hate you so much for this" he shook his head. I smiled.

"No you don't" I replied. Derek groaned in the back seat, clearly in a lot of pain. "Oh god. What are we going to do?" I asked, rubbing my forehead.

"Can't you heal him or something?" Stiles asked, looking at Derek in the rearview mirror, shuddering when Derek shot him a glare. I looked down at my hand, instantly hiding it. "Emma let me see that" Stiles said. 

"Its fine" I lied. It was bad. Not fine. But we did not need another thing to worry about. Stiles pulled over to the side of the road. He stopped, turning in his seat to look at me. 

"Emma, let me see your hand" Stiles said. He took my arm, pulling it so he could see my hand. He gasped. "What is that?" he asked, looking at the palm of my hand. Derek leaned forward looking too. In the middle of my palm was a burn. It was blistering and looked similar to Derek's wound. 

"Its nothing" I said, pulling my hand back. I watched in horror as the black veins began to crawl down my palm, towards my wrist. 

"Emma" Derek said. "If Scott doesn't get that bullet-" Derek began.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Stiles asked frantically. 

"I already tried healing Derek. It burned my hand. And I guess I also have wolfsbayne running through my veins" I said, my voice trailing off as I realized how fatal my situation was. 

"What does that mean?" Stiles asked, worried. I sighed, feeling tired.

"Its means that if Scott doesn't get that bullet, and the wolvesbayne reaches my heart, I am going to die" I said, leaning my head against the window. Stiles stared at me, his mouth wide open. Derek shifted uncomfortably in the back seat.

"I need to call Scott" Stiles said, taking out his phone. It rang and rang but there was no answer. Stiles, frustrated, dialed again.

"Stiles its fine" I mumbled, feeling extremely tired. Stiles shook his head. 

"No. No its not fine. What the hell is Scott doing?" Stiles yelled frustrated, dialing the number for the third time. His phone buzzed. "He says he needs more time" Stiles yelled frustrated, throwing his phone down. Stiles pulled out into the street, driving. "Just hold on guys we're almost there" Stiles said. 

"Almost where?" Derek asked, leaning forward. 

"To your house" Stiles answered.

"What? No you can't take me there" Derek replied, shaking his head. I felt too weak to participate in the conversation. I just sat quietly, looking out the window. God I really hope Scott finds the bullet.

"I can't take you to your own house?"  Stiles asked, as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"No. Not when I can't protect myself" Derek answered. Stiles, frustrated again pulled over to the side of the road.  

"So let me get this straight, if Scott doesn't find the bullet you two will die?" Stiles asked. Derek took a deep breathe.

"Not yet. I have a last resort" Derek breathed heavily. I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles yelled, clearly flustered by the whole situation. Derek pulled up his sleeve, revealing his wound that Stiles hadn't yet seen. "Aw god what is that? Is that contagious? You should probably just get out" Stiles said, looking away from the wound.

"Start the car" Derek growled. "Now"

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look" Stiles argued. "Okay? In fact I think that if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass into the street and leave you for dead"

"Start the car, or I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth" Derek growled. Stiles shook his head.

"Emma do you believe this?" Stiles laughed sourly. I couldn't respond. I was too weak. I glanced down and noticed the black veins on my arm were spreading faster than Derek's. I stayed perfectly still, trying to preserve the last bit of energy I had. "Emma?" Stiles asked, noticing something was wrong. Derek leaned forward, inspecting me. 

"This isn't good" Derek said. "Stiles start the car and call Scott. Its spreading faster in her. She'll be dead in a matter of hours" Derek said. Stiles started up the car and began driving, seemingly stunned into silence.

"Why is it taking such a hard tole on her and not you?" Stiles asked after a while. 

"Because, she doesn't have healing abilities like werewolves do. But wolvesbayne still affects her. My body is still trying to fight it off, where as hers had already given up and given in. Stiles its spreading rapidly. We need those bullets" Derek said. I glanced over to look at Stiles. His eyes were glistening, his hands gripped tightly onto the steering wheel. He pulled out his phone again, dialing Scott.

"I'm texting him" Stiles said when he couldn't get a hold of him. He put his phone down, long enough for me to read the message. 'Derek not looking good. Emma infect too. Worse. She's really not doing well Scott. We need that bullet' he had written. My head hurt so bad. I glanced down at my arm, to see the veins had spread even further. This was very bad. 5 minutes later Stiles sent Scott another text. 'Call me' he texted. I started to feel sick to my stomach.

Finally, Stiles's phone rang. "Scott! Emma's not doing well and neither is Derek! What am I supposed to do with them!?" Stiles shouted into the phone, making me cringe.

"I don't know take them somewhere, anywhere" I heard Scott's voice on the other end. 

"Scott I'm worried about Emma. She's not moving or talking. And they are both starting to smell" Stiles said more quietly into the phone.

"Like-like what?" Scott's voice came through the phone. Stiles's eyes darted to mine and then back on the road. 

"Like death" he whispered, his voice dropping. I heard Scott pause on the other end. "Scott I'm really worried about Emma. You know how I f- I can't lose her" Stiles continued to whisper into the phone.

"I know Stiles. I'm working on it. For now..." Scott was obviously thinking. "for now take them to the animal clinic" he told Stiles.

"What about your boss?" Stiles asked, which was indeed a very good question.

"He's gone by now" Scott replied. "There's a spare key behind the box in the dumpster" Scott said. Stiles sighed.

"You are not going to believe where he's telling me to take you" Stiles said, handing the phone to Derek. Derek took the phone, his face scowling.

"Did you find it?" Derek asked, his words slurring together.

"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million! This house is like the frickin' Walmart of guns" Scott said frustrated into the phone.

"Look if you don't find it, we're dead. Emma and I are dead. I know you care about Emma and you need me. Think about this. The alpha calls you out against your will. He's going to do it again. Next time, you either kill with him, or you get killed. So if you want to stay alive you need me. Find the bullet. If not for me, for Emma" Derek said, hanging up the phone. I felt his worried eyes looking at me. I must look like shit, because god did I feel like it. Stiles started the car back up, driving towards the animal clinic. 

+

Finally, we pulled up to the animal clinic. Derek got out of the car, Stiles coming around to the side to carry me. He carried me, into the garage area, sitting me on a stack of dog food bags. Derek collapsed on the floor near by. Stiles's phone rang again. He answered it quickly. "Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked. I knew exactly what it was, but I was too weak to answer.

"Its a rare form of wolvesbayne. He has to bring me the bullet. Bring two. One for me and one for her" Derek breathed. 

"Why?" Stiles asked. I groaned, a painful sensation running through my limbs. Everything burned like it was on fire. 

"Because" Derek breathed, "we're going to die without it" he groaned. Stiles looked panicked as he looked over at me. A tear slipped down my face as I clenched my eyes shut, trying to keep from screaming out in pain. I never knew something could hurt this bad. Derek looked down at his arm, groaning. "We need to get inside, now" Derek said pushing himself up from the ground. Stiles nodded, lifting me up in his arms again, carrying me to the examination room of the animal clinic. Stiles laid me down on the metal table, as I was immobile. Derek's shirt was already off.

"You know that doesn't look like something a cup of echinacea and a good night sleep can't cure" Stiles said, trying to remain optimistic.

"When the infection reaches our hearts, it'll kill us" Derek breathed. He walked over to the cabinets, fishing around in the drawers.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles tried so hard to remain light hearted. I loved his humor and all but when you felt like you were about to die, it wasn't very funny. I cried out in pain as a jolting pain shot up my arm and through my head. Stiles looked down at me, startled and worried. 

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort" Derek said, laying a hand saw like machine on the table next to me. "You're going to cut off my arm. Its the only way to save us" Derek balanced himself by grabbing onto the table. Stiles gasped, a look of pure terror taking over his face. Stiles picked up the saw, turning it on and instantly turning it off.

"Oh my god" he