Nova's outfit
Chapter Four
🐺 Magic Bullet 🐺
"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles asked as the three of them sat in class, "I don't know." Scott answered making Stiles slump back into his chair thinking for a moment before leaning forward again. "Did the alpha kill the bus driver?"
"I don't know."
"Does Allison's father know about the alpha?"
"I dont know!" Scott said louder this time making a few people look over. Scott 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.
Nova and Stiles look over at Scott's test cringing a bit. Both of their test has an A written on them. "Dude, you need to study more. That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?" Stiles asked and Scott glanced at him, "I'm studying with Allison at her
house after school." He said making Stiles smile proudly at him and Nova just chuckled.
"That's my boy."
"We're just studying."
"No, you're not"
"No, I'm not?"
"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 Scott cringe and Nova laugh. "Yes. If you stop with the
questions." Scott said and Stiles nodded.
"Done. No more talk of Alphas or
Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me."
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Derek. Pale, with black circles under his eyes, bloody bandages can be seen underneath his jacket sleeve, walks through the hall of the highschool. A remaining student or two gaze at him, but he pays no attention, moving with focus toward Jackson who stood at his locker. Turns to see Derek coming right for him, he takes an involuntary step back.
"Where's Scott McCall or Nova Deaton?" Derek asked and Jackson gave him a dirty look, "Why should I tell you?" He asked looking Derek up and down with a judgmental look. "Because I asked you politely. And I
only do that once." Derek answered making Jackson hum.
"Hmm. Okay, tough guy. You know, how about I help you find him if you tell me what you're selling him?" Jackson questioned making Derek look at him confused, "What is it? Is it, uh, Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?"
"Steroids?" Derek said realising what Jackson was talking about. "No, Girl Scout Cookies. What do you think I'm talking about? And by the way, whatever else you're selling? I'd stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked." Jackson said looking Derek up and down.
"I'll find them myself." Derek says and goes to walk away but Jackson grabbed his arm, "Hey, we're not done here." Derek grabs him by the neck and Jackson tried to pry his hands off but Derek was to strong. Finally Derek seems to realize what he's doing and releases him. Jackson doubles over, sucking in air. While the boy is bent forward, Derek notices puncture wounds on the back of his neck from the claws coming out
of Derek's fingertips. Still gasping, Jackson looks up to see Derek disappear around the corner.
Derek slumps against the wall and closes his eyes to focus on his hearing, soon enough he finds a voice that stood out from the rest, one that always stood out to him.
"So what's this I hear about Scott coming over?" Nova asked catching up to Allison and Lydia, "Scott's coming over? Tonight?" Lydia asked and Allison awkwardly rubbed her arm, "We're just studying together."
"Just studying" never ends with just studying. It's like - Getting into a hot tub - Somebody eventually cops a feel." Lydia said making Nova laugh. Well, so what are you saying?" Allison asked and Lydia shrugged.
"I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up. Hello, snow white! I'm talking about a condom." Lydia said and Nova laughed as Allison's face turned red, "Are you kidding? After one date?"
"Well, don't be a total prude. You
have to give him a little taste." Lydia said as if it's the most normal thing in the world, "How much is a little taste?"Allison asked shyly making Nova mad Lydia stop and look at her. "You really like him, don't
you?" Nova asked.
"Well, there's just something
different about him.
When I first got here I had this
plan: no boyfriends until college.
I move too often. But when I met
him, he was different. I can't
explain it." Allison said and Nova smiled and awed teasingly, "That's adorable. Well, I'll see you girls later. I gotta go before Stiles leaves without." Nova said then walked away.
She turned the corner and saw Derek slumped again the wall look deathly pale making her eyes widen as she ran over to him. "Derek? What the hell happened to you?" She said and he just let out a pained breath, holding his arm out. Carefully she pulled the sleeve of his leather jacket, cursing underneath her breath at what she saw. "Come on. We gotta get you out of here." She said putting his good arm around hee shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist.
They went outside and she saw Stiles' car leaving, ignoring the annoyance she felt at the fact he was leaving her, she quickly and carefully lead Derek over to where Stiles was heading and stood in front of the jeep making Stiles stop.
As Scott runs over and Stiles get out of the jeep, Nova couldn't hold him up as Derek collapsed. "What are you doing here? Get up." Scott asks.
"Dude, he's not looking too good."
"I was shot." Derek gritted in pain. "Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked, "I can't. It was a different kind of bullet-"
"A silver bullet?" Stiles cut him off making Nova roll her eyes.
"No, you idiot-"
"Wait a second. That's what she
meant when she said 48 hours." Scott said making Nova's head snap over to him, "What? Who said 48 hours?" She asked. "The one who shot him." He answered
"Shit." She mumbled as Derek sucks in a breath, a wave of pain rolls through him. His eyes flickering from his natural forest green eyes to electric blue like a dying lightbulb. "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, Nova helping him as students take notice of the hold up they were causing. Horns start beeping
behind Stiles's car. "Help us put him in your car." Scott said making Stiles look at him crazy.
"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?"
"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like - the fricken Walmart of guns."
"Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?" Derek said.
"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing"
"Then think about this. The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." Derek said before hanging up the phone as Stiles drove to the Animal Clinic.
When they got there Stiles got out, waiting for Nova to get out. "Go unlock the door, I'll get Derek. The key with the white tape." She said tossing him her keys as she ran over to the passenger side and got Derek out.
When they got inside she helped in sit down on a stack of dog food as Stiles looked at his phone, "Does northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked as Nova crouched down in front of Derek looking at his arm. "It's a rare form of Wolfsbane. He has to bring the bullet." Nova answered making Stiles look at her, "Why?"
"Because without it, Derek's dead." She said glancing back at him and he quickly started typing. Nova looked back at Derek's arm and started to place her hand over his wound, "Don't." Derek said making her look up at him. "Shut up." Nova said, placing her hand over the wound. "Violet don't." He said and she looked back at him.
"Derek, you're close to passing out. So just shut the hell up and let me do it. You need the strength." She said as Stiles looked back over at them. Nova closed her eyes, mutter something under her breath. White veins appeared on her arm and slowly traveled to Derek making him take in a deep breath. Once they went away Nova stood up, stumbling a bit making Stiles quickly grab her making sure she doesn't fall.
"What the hell was that?" He asked and Nova took a deep breath, regaining her balance. "I gave him some of my strength. He was gonna pass out any second now." She said and Derek shot her a soft thankful look before getting up and walking into the other room.
"Okay. You know, that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles said making Nova roll her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. "When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek said while digging around the drawers.
"Positivity" just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time - Last resort." He said, trying a blue rubber cord around his arm. "Which is?" Stiles asked and Derek placed a saw on the table.
"You're gonna cut off my arm."
"Oh what the fuck."
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"Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles panicked, "It'll heal if it works." Derek said and Nova rubbed her hands up and down her face in frustrations. Where the fuck is Scott?
"Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this." Stiles stressed looking incredibly uncomfortable, "Why not?" Derek asked, losing patience. "Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!"
"You faint at the sight of blood?"
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm! Why can't Nova do it?" Stiles said and scoffed, "Did you randomly gain supernatural strength to hold him down over night?" She asked and he looked at her with wide eyes, "You have supernatural strength?!?"
"No, I have spells that give me strength."
"How about this: Either you cut off
my arm or I rip off your head." Derek said and Stiles scoffed. "I'm not buying your threats anymore." He said but then Derek grabs him by the collar, "Okay, bought, sold, I'll do it, I'll do it."
Derek releases him, but then starts to sway a little bit before leaning forward, puking a thick black liquid. Luckily Nova had stepped back just in time for it to miss her. "Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles asked cringing in disgust. "It's his body trying to heal itself." Nova answering stepping over hold Derek by the shoulder.
"Now. You gotta do it now." Derek said and Stiles shook his head, "Look, honestly, I don't think I can."
"Just do it!"
"Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!" Stiles rambled, picking up the saw, placing it on Derek's arm.
"Stiles! Nova!"
"Scott?!?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"You just prevented a lifetime of
nightmares."
"Did you get it?" Nova asked and Scott held up the bullet. Derek grabs it, raises it up to look at it in the light. "What are you going to do?" Stiles asked.
"I'm going to... I'm going..." Derek starts to answer but then sways and falls. Collapsing right to the floor, dropping the bullet the rolled under a cabinet. Scott ran for the bullet while Nova and Stiles ran to Derek.
"Derek!" Nova said patting the side of his face, "Derek! Hey, come on wake up!"
"He's not waking up! Scott what the hell are we gonna do?!?"
"I don't know--the bullet--I can't
reach it."
"I think he's dying. I think he's
dead!"
"Just hold on!"
"Derek!" Nova said, patting his face harder, almost slapping him.
"I got it!" Scott yelled getting up. "Fucking hell." Nova said before leaning forward, pressing her lips to Derek's making both Scott and Stiles' eyes widen. Slowly, white veins appeared on her face tailing to Derek's. A few second later she felt him basically kiss back making her pull away.
Derek opened his eyes, looking at his old best friend slightly shocked. Stiles helped her up as she swayed a bit but quickly balance herself as Scott helped Derek off. Nova grabbed the bullet ripping the top off and dumped the insides out on the table and grabbed a lighter from a drawer.
She lit the wolfsbane on fire, waiting for the sparks to subside before scooping it up, grabbing Derek's arm, cringing as she shoved the wolfsbane into the bullet wound.
Derek groans, dropping down to the floor. He opens his mouth, revealing his sharpened fangs. Stiles, Scott and Nova step back as the dogs in the other room start barking like crazy and rattling the cages.
Derek tilts his head back and lets out a ear-piercing, earth shattering howl of agony making Nova look away from her old friend, not wanting to see in pain anymore.
His arm falls to his side, breathing heavy. In seconds, the black veins travel back to the wound as it closed. And once it heals it looks as if it never happened.
The clinic was quiet for a few seconds, just the sound of everyone's breathing and racing hearts.
"That. Was. Awesome. Yes!" Stiles explained, which was quickly followed by a smacking sound as Nova smacked the back of his head.
Derek stood up making them look at him, "Are you okay?" Nova asked. "Except for the agonizing pain." He said sarcastically making her look at him with raised eyebrows, daring him to talk to her like that again.
"I'm guessing the ability to use
sarcasm is a sign of good health." Stiles said as Derek grabs his shirt, pulling it back on."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?" He asked. "Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."
"I can show you exactly how nice
they are." Derek said and Nova sighed, knowing what he was talking about.
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Scott follows Derek and Nova 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 Derek doesn't answer, just continuing toward a room at the end of the hall.
Derek ushers Scott and Nova 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. Nova sighed, looking at the man as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Who is he?" Scott asked looked at the man, "My uncle. Peter Hale." Derek answers. "Is he... like you? A werewolf?"
"He was. Now he's barely even human." Grabbing the arm of the chair, he pulls Peter Hale around to show burn scars on the other side of his body. "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 Nova stood next to him, grabbing his hand, intertwining their fingers, comfortingly.
"How are you so sure they set the
fire?" Scott asked, "They're the only ones who knew about us."
"Then they had a reason."
"Like what? What justifies this?
They say they'll only kill an adult
and only with absolute proof. But
there were members of my family who were perfectly ordinary in that
fire. This is what they do." Derek said angrily, taking a deep breath and turning Peter to where he's more in the light. "It's what Allison will do."
"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" A voice said by the door, looking over Nova saw a nurse with red hair standing there. "Nothing we were just leaving." Derek says walking away, Nova and Scott following him.
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"Can I just say that I never liked your uncle." Nova asked after they got into the car making Derek look at her with a bored expression. She pursed her lips and raised her hand in defense.
"Just saying."