"He said get the bullet that shot him. Well can't get that one but we could get one of the others." I said. 
                          
"But Allison didn't shoot Derek." Scott said. 
                          
"Nope but the chick did resemble Allison. She's a hunter obviously. So chances that she's an Argent are pretty high. Could be her mom? Older sister perhaps?" I deducted. 
                          
"What did the chick look like?" He asked, looking at me with a worried face. 
                          
"Girly ass hour glass figure, long curly hair, bitchy attitude." I said. 
                          
"Well Allison doesn't have a sister and her mom has short hair. But she did tell me about a aunt visiting." He said. I looked at him in annoyance before speeding up. I love my best friend but he was really dense at times. 
                          
"You didn't think to inform anyone that more crazy hunters were arriving here?" I asked rather harshly. 
                          
"Hmmmm, kinda like you didn't think to inform anyone that you and Derek are a thing." He snapped back. 
                          
"We are not a thing." I said. 
                          
"Then what do you call Rambo Stiles hmmm?" He asked. 
                          
"Ugh, I don't know what we are!" I said truthfully. 
                          
"Well you're something!" He said. I groaned, slightly annoyed at him. We kept quiet the rest of the way. Once we got to Allison's he got out the car, glanced at me, as if he was going to say something but instead of saying it he walked away.
                          
 I was growing frustrated at this whole situation. Angry Scott, wounded Derek, insane hunters. Everything was unraveling in front of me. I could imagine how my father was feeling. 
                          
My phone started to ring, causing me to jump. I looked at the caller I.d. Speak of the devil. 
                          
"Yes dad," I answered the phone. 
                          
"Stiles I want you inside the house tonight. A mountain lion attacked two of your classmates tonight." He said. 
                          
"Ummm dad, can't do that. I'm helping Scott at the animal clinic." I said. 
                          
"Well stay there and if you can just spend the night at Scott's. I'm going to be out all night so I'd rather you just go straight to Scott's house instead of traveling back and forth." He said. I smiled at that statement. Even though he was on duty his first priority was me. I always thought that the job came first. 
                          
"Yes sir," was all I said before he hung up. I made my trip back to the clinic before anything else happened to Derek. I broke the speeding l speed limit like normally and ended up at the clinic in record breaking time. I walked over to the back, straight to Derek's side. 
                          
"Are you okay?" I asked the pale guy. His shirt was matted against his body from sweat. He looked at me with those green eyes and smiled. 
                          
"You came back." He whispered. 
                          
"Well of course I did." I said. 
                          
"Maybe you can do what he won't." He said in a low tone. My stomach churned at his words. 
                          
"Derek if I won't do it I know Stiles won't." Deaton said from the other corner. 
                          
"Do what?" I asked. Deaton looked at me with a serious expression, Derek at me with a sympathetic one. 
                          
"Cut it off," Derek whispered. 
                          
"I'm sorry what? Cut what off?" I asked. 
                          
"He wants you to help him cut off his arm." Deaton said. I looked at him in alarm then turned my attention to Derek, revolted by the thought. 
                          
"I think I'm going to puke." I said, swallowing the bile that was threatening to come up. 
                          
"Why?" Derek asked. I looked at the black veins that was webbing through his arm and the thought of cutting it off. 
                          
"That's sick," I said, turning away from him. 
                          
"You're getting sick from the thought of blood?" He asked me. I nodded and he started laughing, causing me to frown. 
                          
"A boy that's repulsed by blood chooses to date a werewolf. That's just asking for a blood filled relationship." He said, chuckling slightly. I punched him in the other arm, annoyed at him. 
                          
"Shut up or I'll bruise your other arm." I told him. 
                          
"Oh, you think you're funny." He said, laughing softly. 
                          
"Derek, Scott is going to get a bullet to save you. We're going to save you." I told him. 
                          
"And if you don't?" He asked. 
                          
"Why are you such a pessimistic person?"
                          
"Never had much to be optimistic about." He replied. I looked up and saw that Deaton had already left the room. The guy was a serious Houdini. 
                          
"But you've had something to be optimistic about right?" I asked. 
                          
"Well I'm optimistic about one thing." He said. 
                          
"What's that?" I asked. 
                          
"That we're going to work out together." He replied. I looked at him and smiled, happy that he's such a secret romantic. "Come on," he said, grabbing my arm. I allowed him to pull me up unto the examining table with him. He pulled me down on top of him, wrapping his arms around me. 
                          
I placed my head on his warm, most chest, the sound of his heart going much slower than mines. All I could do was hold on to his shirt and send a silent prayer that Scott hurried his ass up. I ended up falling asleep to the sound of Derek's breathing. 
                          
"Stiles, wake up." A deep voice whispered in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes and gazed into shining green ones. 
                          
"Derek," I mumbled. 
                          
"Scott did it." He whispered. I opened my eyes more and examined the arm he was holding out. No black veins. I turned to scour who was leaning beside me. I pulled him in four a hug, squeezing mutt best friend. 
                          
"You're going to squeeze the air outta me." He said. 
                          
"I don't care, I'll do anything for you right now. You name it and I'll do it." I told him. 
                          
"Well I'll name that in the morning. As of right now I just want to sleep. In fact, figure out a game plan for us." He said, tearing himself from my clutches. I sat there and thought about that. Scott ended up passing out on his bed, Derek on the floor. I was surprised that they brought me back to Scott's place and that Derek was able to get in without getting in trouble. I stayed up the whole night, pondering a game plan. By sunrise I had a plan. 
                          
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