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Chapter Four
🐺 Magic Bullet 🐺

Amara sat in class, a bored expression on her face as she tapped her pencil on her desk, next to her, Scott watches the teacher return graded tests, coming closer and closer. Behind him, Stiles leans forward to whisper. "If Derek's not the Alpha- if he's not the one who bit you- who did?" Stiles asks making both Scott and Amara glance back at him.

"I don't know." Scott said making Stiles sits back, thinking. He leans forward again. "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" He asks again. "I don't know" Scott answered again, Amara watched in amusement as Stiles flops back for a second before leaning forward again. "Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"

"I don't know!" Scott said, this time a lot louder than before. He sinks down in his seat when he realizes everyone is staring at him. The Teacher finally drops his test on his desk. He turns it over to see a big D- and a message:
"Not like you! What's happening? See me after class."

Stiles and Amara peers over at the grade and cringes a bit, "Dude, you need to study more." Amara said making Scott puts his head in hands, overwhelmed, "That was a joke. It's one test. You need help studying?" Stiles asked and Scott shook his head. "I'm studying with Allison at her house after school." Scott said making Amara chuckle at him and Stiles smile proudly, "That's my boy."

"We're just studying." Scott said and Stiles shook his head, "No, you're not." He said and Scott raised his eyebrows. "No, I'm not?" He asked and Stiles gave him a look, "Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house and squander that colossal opportunity I'll have you professionally de-balled. Got it?" Stiles said making Amara look at him weird. "Yes. If you stop with the questions." Scott said and Stiles nodded.

"Done. No more talk of Alphas or Derek. Who still scares me." Stiles said and Amara snorted, "Derek scared you?" She asked and he looked at her crazy. "Uh yeah. Have you seen that guy?" He asked and she nodded, "Yes, and the mental image of him in a tiara and a feather boa having a tea party with me and his younger sister is permanent burned into my brain."

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Amara walked out of school to see her cousin collapse on the ground in front of Stiles jeep making her eyes widen and she quickly ran over to him. "Derek? What the hell are you doing here? What happened?" Amara asked as Scott ran over and Stiles got out of the jeep. "He's not looking to good." Stiles said, "I was shot." Derek struggled to answer.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked and Derek let out a few painful breaths before answering, "I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." He said making Amara's eyes widen. "A silver bullet?" Stiles asked making Derek glare at him, "No, you idiot-" He started to say but cut himself off with a groan in pain. "Wolfsbane?" Amara asked and he nodded.

"Wait a second. That's what she meant when she said 48 hours." Scott said making Amara whip her head around to look at him. "What? Who said 48 hours?" She asked making him glance at her,  "The one who shot him-" Scott said. Derek sucks in a breath, a wave of pain rolls through him and his eyes flicker blue. "What are you doing? Stop that."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't."

Scott grabs him, struggling to keep him from falling to the pavement. Other students take notice, and horns start beeping behind Stiles's car. Amara quickly helped Scott pull Derek up and over to the passenger side of Stiles's jeep.

Once they got Derek in Amara turned to Scott, "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." She said making him look at her crazy, "How am I supposed to do that?" Scott said and she rolled her eyes. "Allison's an Argent. She's with them." She said as she walked as round the jeep, Scott following her.

"Why should I help him?" He asked as she climbed into the jeep, turning to him before she climbed into the back, "Because you need him. I can't teach you on my own, nor can I deal with the Alpha on my own. And my mom can only help so much." She said them went to the back seat and Stiles climbed into the driver's seat. "Fine, fine. I'll try." Scott said then turned to Stiles, "Get him out of here."

"I hate you so much for this."

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While driving, Stiles glances to his phone when Scott texts back: Need more time. In the passenger seat, Derek slumps down, cradling his arm as he deals with the pain, "Try to not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there." Stiles says, "Almost where?" Derek asked.

"Your house." Stiles said making Derek look at him, "What? No. You can't take me there." Derek said and Stiles raided his eyebrows. "I can't take you to your house?" He asked and Derek shook his head, "Not when I can't protect myself." Derek said making Amara lean forward. "You do remember I'm here too and I am a Werewolf and a Pyro Witch... Right?" She asked and her cousin just rolled his eyes.

Stiles hits the brakes, skidding to a stop and turns to Derek, "What happens if Scott doesn't find your magic bullet? Are you dying?" Stiles asked while Amara sat forward again. "Not yet. I have a last resort." Derek said making Amara look at him with a raised brow, "What last resort?" She asked while he took his jacket off.

Derek exposes his gunshot wound. It had stopped bleeding, but the veins surrounding it climb from his forearm like vines, creeping toward his inner-elbow. Amara hummed slightly while Stiles cringed, "What is that? Is that contagious? Maybe you should just get out." Stiles said and Amara rolled her eyes before sitting back down.

"Start the car. Now." Derek demanded weakly, "I don't think you should be giving orders the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your werewolf ass out to the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

"Start the car or I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek threatened making Amara raise her eyebrows while Stiles just stared at him for a moment before starting the car.

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"You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you." Stiles said and Derek went to grab his phone but Amara grabbed it first, "Did you find it?" She asked. "How the hell am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is the freaking Walmart of guns."  Scott said and Amara shrugged slightly, "If you don't find it, Derek's dead." She said.

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing." Scott said and Amara rolled her eyes, "Should I guilt trip you by reminding you that he is my last living and competent family member who shares my last name?" Amara asked making her friend sigh softly. "Sorry." He said and she hummed slightly.

"Think about this... the Alpha called you out against your will. He's going to do it again. And next time you either kill with him or you get killed. Like I said before, I cant do this on my own and my mom can only help so much when shes not working. We need him. Find the bullet." Amara said then hung up and handed Stiles his phone back.

After a few minutes they pulled up to the animal clinic and Stiles and Amara got out and helped Derek out of the jeep. Once they got inside Amara helped Derek sit down on a stack of dog food then looked down at his arm. "Does northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked making Amara look over at him.

"It's a rare form of Wolfsbane. He has to bring the bullet." Amara said and Stiles looked at her, "Why?" He asked and this time it was Derek who answered. "Because without it, I'm dead."

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Derek clicks on a light and slowly pulls his shirt off to reveal the gunshot wound is now far worse. Veins branch out from open sores while the rest of his arm has turned a sicking yellow. "Well, that doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles said, scratching the back of his neck while the Hale cousins just rolled their eyes.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek said and Stiles raised his eyebrows slightly, "Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" He asked.

Derek starts pulling drawers open looking for something, " If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time... last resort." He said making Amara and Stiles look at him confused. "Which is?" Stiles asked. Derek stops at a drawer, finding what he needs. He pulls out an electric done saw and sets it down on the table making Amara look at her cousin with wide eyes. "You're going to cut off my arm."

Derek pushes the bone saw to Stiles. Then begins tying a tourniquet around the infected arm. "What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asked, "It'll heal if it works." Derek said and Stiles shook his head. "I don't know if I can do this." Stiles said making Derek roll his eyes, "Why not?" He asked. "Because of the cutting through flesh, the sawing of bone, and especially the blood." Stiles said and Derek squinted at him, "You faint at the sight of blood?" He asked. "No. But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!"

"How about this: Either you cut off my arm or I rip off your head." Derek threatened making Stiles roll his eyes, "I'm not buying your threats anymore." Stiles says but then Derek grabs him by the collar making him instantly change his mind, "Okay, bought, sold, I'll do it, I'll do it."

Derek releases him as he started gasping, choking and coughing. Hunching over the table, he opens his mouth as if to throw up. But instead of vomit, an inky black liquid is choked out, spilling across the floor. "Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles cringed.

"It's his body trying to heal itself." Amara answered moving to stand next to her cousin, putting her hands on his shoulders. "It's not doing a very good job." Stiles said and Derek put his arm on the table, "Now... You have to do this now."

"Oh God..." Stiles mumbled as he placed the edge of the blade against Derek's skin, just above the furthest-reaching infected vein, Stiles takes a deep breath. He squeezes his eyes shut. And just as he's about to pull the trigger, "Stiles? Amara?"

Scott bursts through the door, shocked to see Stiles preparing to saw off Derek's arm, "What the hell are you doing?" He asks and Stiles sighs in relief. "You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles said, "Did you get it?" Derek asks and Scott nods and holds up the bullet. Derek grabs it, raises it up to look at it in the light. "What are you going to do?" Stiles asked and Blake noticed Derek start to sway, "I'm gonna...I'm gonn."

"Derek?" She asked, stepping closer to him then suddenly he falls, collapsing right to the floor, dropping the bullet that goes rolling. Scott darts after it while Amara and Stiles run over to Derek. "Derek? Derek, wake up! Scott, what the hell are we going to do?" Stiles panicked while Amara lightly smacks Derek's face.

"I don't know- the bullet- I can't reach it-"

"He's not waking up! I think he's dying. I think he's dead." Stiles yelled and Amara shook her head, "Not yet." She said. "I got it!" Scott yelled as Amara punched her cousin in the face making Derek wake up with a gasp. Amara helped Derek up and he instantly went for the bullet.

He cracks the tip open and dumps all of the Wolfsbane into Amara's hands. Amara's eyes flashed her golden yellow-firey red mix and suddenly sparks fly as bits of wolfsbane catch on fire. Amara blows the fire out before grabbing Derek's arm, grinding it into his gunshot wound.

Derek drops back to his knees on the floor, he opens his mouth, revealing his sharpened fangs. Amara cringed slightly as Derek tilts his head back and screams. He tumbles back, sweat-soaked skin hitting the cold cement floor. His arm falls to his side. In seconds, the open sores close, wounds healing, returning to normal.

"That. Was. Awesome!!! Yes!!!" Stiles said and went to pump his fist but stopped when Amara gave him a look as she helped Derek up. "Are you okay?" Scott asked and Derek rolled his eyes, "Except for the agonizing pain." Derek said sarcastically. "I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a sign of good health." Stiles said making Derek glare at him.

"We saved your life. That means you're going to leave us alone. You got that? And if you don't I go back to Allison's dad and tell him everything-" Scott said and Derek cut him off. "You're going to trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek asked and Scott nodded, "Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."

"I can show you exactly how nice they are." Derek said and Amara sighed softly as she glanced down for a moment.

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Scott followed Derek and Amara down a hall of the hospital while throwing glances back to see if they're still alone in the hall. "What are we doing here?" Scott asked. But neither Derek or Amara answers, they just continued toward a room at the end of the hall.

Derek ushers them into the dark hospital room, quietly closing the door behind them. He pulls the curtain back from the window to let in the moonlight which reveals a man in a wheelchair sitting nearby. Only one side of his body can be seen, a blank, catatonic expression on his face.

"Who is he?" Scott asked looked at the man, "Peter Hale... My dad." Amara said in a slight whisper as she stared at the man while Scott looked at her shocked for a moment. "Is he... like you? A werewolf?" Scott asked and Derek nodded slightly, "He was. Now he's barely even human." Derek said.

"Six years ago my sister and I were at school when my house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor." Derek said and Amara nodded, "My mom and I were on our way when the house caught fire. When we got there, he had just gotten out." Amara said. "How are you so sure they set the fire?" Scott asked, "They're the only ones who knew about us." Derek said and Scott shook his head slightly.

"Then they had a reason." Scott said and Derek looked at him, "Like what? What justifies making your best friend having to live without her dad? You tell me what justifies this?" Derek said angrily as he grabbed the arm of the chair, he pulls Peter Hale around to show burn scars on the other side of his body. Amara sucked in a deep breath and looked away from her father.

"They say they'll only kill an adult and only with absolute proof. But there were members of our family who were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do." Derek said angrily, taking a deep breath, "It's what Allison will do." He said and Scott glanced at Amara who shrugged slightly.

"You never know what could happen, Scott." She said before looking back at Peter. "What are you doing? How did you get in here?" A woman said by the door, looking over the four saw a nurse with red hair standing there. "Nothing we were just leaving." Derek says walking away, Amara and Scott following him.

"Firecracker..." Amara heard a male voice say in her head making her furrow her brows as she turned to look at her father. "Amara." The nurse said as she gently grabbed Amara's shoulder, "Sorry... I just- I thought I heard him say something." She said and the nurse sighed softly, "We all wish we'll hear him say something. You just have to be patient." She said and Amara rolled her eyes and nodded slightly.

"I have been patient. For six years." Amara said before turning around and walking out of the room.