"Him? My Jeep? No way."
                          
"Stiles!"
                          
Reluctantly, he helps Scott and Nova lift Derek to his feet. behind them Jackson and Allison get out of their cars as Scott and Stiles pushing Derek into the Jeep while Nova runs to the other side, getting in and climbing into the back. As he slumps down in the passenger seat, Derek latches 
onto Scott's arm, not letting him go.
                          
"I need you to find the same kind of 
bullet. I have to know what they 
used." Derek said weakly, "How am I supposed to do that?"
                          
"She's an Argent. She's with them-"
                          
"Why should I help you?"
                          
"Because you need him." Nova said after rolling her eyes at Scott. Stiles slams the door shut on his side. "Fine, fine. I'll try." Scott says and looks at 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. Making him sigh
In the passenger seat, Derek slumps down, cradling his arm as he deals with the pain. "Hey, try to not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."
                          
"Almost where?"
                          
"Your house."
                          
"No. You can't take me there." 
                          
"I can't take you to your house?"
                          
"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek said making Nova look at him offended. "What am I chopped liver?"
                          
Stiles hits the brakes, skidding to a stop and turned to Derek. "What happens if Scott doesn't find 
your magic bullet? Are you dying?" Stiles asked and Nova sighed at Stiles' stubbornness. "Not yet. I have a last resort."
                          
"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles asked as Derek took his jacket off, exposing the wound. It had stopped bleeding but black veins grew around it, trailing up towards his elbow. "Oh, my God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out." Stiles said cringing at the look of the wound. 
                          
"Start the car. Now." 
                          
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead." Stiles said making Nova roll her eyes. 
                          
"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out - With my teeth." Derek said. They started at each other for a few seconds before Stiles finally gave in and started the car. 
                          
"Dear god, I need more female friends. I'm gonna end up suffocating by the 24/7 testosterone."

                          
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"What am I supposed to do with him?"  Stiles asked Scott over the phone, looking over to see Nova leaning over the back seat to look at Derek's.
                          
"Take him somewhere, anywhere."
                          
"And, by the way, he's starting to smell" Stiles said making Derek glare at him and Nova roll her eyes.
                          
"Like - like what?"
                          
"Like death."
                          
"Okay, take him to the animal clinic."
                          
"What about your boss?" Stiles asked making Nova look over at him at the mention of her uncle.
                          
"He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster if Nova doesn't already have a key."
                          
"You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you." Stiles said handing Derek the phone. "Did you find it?"