CHAPTER FOUR: magic bullet

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CASPIAN THADDEUS KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH STILES. The other wouldn't leave him alone. And he kept asking questions. Caspian was worried he knew.

He had been spending the entirety of his class, trying to think of reasons on why his parents would be gone for so long. Especially since Stiles kept driving by his house to see if anyone was home. Of course, it had only been Caspian, sometimes not even him as he would either be at Scott or Stiles's.

Caspian's he's snapped up when the bell rang, quickly gathering his things and running down down the hall.

"Caspian!" Stiles yelled, pulling him towards his jeep.

"Hey, you can't just manhandle me!" Caspian hit his hand.

"We need to talk," Stiles says, then gestured to Caspian to get into the passenger seat. Stiles pulled out of the parking space.

"About your crimes against me? Yeah, we do," Caspian says, looking forward. "Watch out!" He yelled when he has seen Derek Hale step in front of the car, arm outstretched.

"Oh, my God!" Stiles yelled, hitting the breaks.

Caspian jumped out of the car, moving forward as Derek fell back.

"What the hell?" Scott questioned as he ran up to them.

Caspian kneeled down to Derek. "Are you okay?" He asked, seeing how the other looked.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked.

"I was shot," Derek breathed out.

"What? Where?" Captain questioned.

"He's not looking so good, dude," Stiles announced.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott inquired off.

"I can't. It was-it was a different kind of bullet."

Stiles suddenly gets excited at this news. "What, a silver bullet?"

Derek shoots Stiles an irritated expression. "No, you idiot--"

Scott suddenly puts together what he's seeing in front of him realizes what's going on. "Wait, wait-- that's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours..."

Derek's eyes widen in alarm.  "What? Who-who said forty-eight hours?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Caspian asked.

"The one who shot you."

Derek is hit with a powerful wave of pain that causes his eyes to flash bright blue, and he grimaces in agony. When he opens his eyes again, they're continuing to flash back and forth between his Werewolf blue eyes and his human green eyes. Scott looks horrified, his eyes darting around to make sure no one is watching before he mutters at Derek forcefully. "What are you doing? Stop that!"

"Hey! You can't be doing that!" Caspian scolded.

Derek shakes his head as his voice takes on an impatient tone. Behind them, cars are starting to honk even more urgently at how long this is taking.  "I'm trying to tell you-- I can't." Derek tells them.

Scott puts his hands on Derek's shoulders and looks him intently in the eyes. "Derek, get up!"

"Okay, come on, Scott get his other arm."  Caspian ordered, pausing and looking back when he heard more cars honking. He turned back to Derek.  "We're gonna lift you up." He tells him, as if he had to.

They get Derek in the passenger seat, and once Scott shuts the door, Derek turns toward him.  "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used."

Scott scoffs. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

Caspian gets into the back seat as Stiles pulled the driver's seat back.

"'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them," Derek says.

Scott gives Derek a look."Why should I help you?"

"Because you need me."

"We aren't letting him die," Caspian says, looking at Scott as if he was insane.

Scott sighing. "Fine. I'll try." Scott turns to look at Stiles, who has just climbed into the driver's seat and who's expression makes it clear that he's feeling very put-out at the moment. "Hey, get him out of here."

Stiles shoots Scott a death-glare. "I hate you for this so much."
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"You have not gotten out of the conversation," Stiles tells Caspian.

"What is so important that you can't put it on hold until he's no longer..." Caspian hesitated while he spoke. "in critical condition." He settled on.

"My dad tried to call your house," Stiles tells him.

"Why? I spent the night at your's. Did he not know that?" Caspian asked, hoping if he pretended  he didn't know what Stiles was talking about, Siles would drops the subject.

Of course, he didn't. "Look, we know that it's been over a week since your parents left-"

"It's their anniversary-"

"Just be honest, for once," Stiles told him.

"It's been a week! I don't get the big deal! Anyway, pay attention to the road; you can't accidentally miss Derek's house."

"What? No, you can't take me there." Derek speaks up.

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked, laughing a bit.

"Not when I can't protect myself!" Derek argued

"All right." Stiles stops driving. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?"

"Not yet. I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles asked, then began to gag once he had seen the bullet would. "Oh, my God. What is that?"

"Oh my God! Is it infected?!" Caspian asked, worryingly and terrified.

"Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out," Stiles gagged again, groaning in disgust as he turned his head away.

"Start the car. Now." Derek growled

"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 told him.

Derek growls agains. "Start the car... or I'm gonna rip your throat out... with my teeth."

Stiles started the car.
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"Seriously, Caspian, just tell me the truth." Stiles says.

"I am! They are on an anniversary trip and will be back next week!" Caspian yelled back, annoyed that Stiles knew he wasn't telling the truth.

"No you aren't," Derek tells the youngest one, annoyed that they have been arguing since the car started up again. 

"See! Wait, how do you know?" Stiles asked.

"His heartbeat."

"That's not-that's- how the fuck is that fair? I can't lie to a werewolf!"
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"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asked Scott, through the phone.

"And by the way," Stiles sighed. "he's starting to smell."

"Like death!" Stiles says

"Don't be rude," Caspian slaps the back of his head.

"Don't hit me!" Stiles yelled back, before turning his attention back to Scott on the phone. "What about your boss?"

Stiles sighed, handing the phone to Derek. "You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you."

Derek took the phone. "Did you find it?"

"If you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?"

"Think about this; the Alpha called you out against your will," Derek speaks again. "He's gonna do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or you get killed. So, if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." He hung up.

"So, where to?" Caspian asked.
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"You're heavy," Caspian complained as he helped Derek walk.

Stiles pulled open the door.

Derek moved away.

"I'm not a complete asshole to not help you walk," Caspian says. "I'm just saying, you're heavy."

Caspian walked over so Derek could sit on a stack  of bags of dog food. Stiles phones beeps. "Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

"It's a rare form of wolvesbane. He had to bring me the bullet." Derek says.

"Why?" Stiles asked.

"Because I'm gonna die without it."
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Derek shoved Stiles into the room, pulling Caspian into the room.

"Okay. Okay," Stiles moved out of his grip.

"You know, normal people ask for help, not use the as a walking stick by shoving them," Caspian sarcastically commented.

Derek had moved over to the metal table, removing his shirt.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles speaks.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek explained, breathing heavily, he turned around.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"

"Okay, what are you looking for, just lay against the table," Caspian says, trying to get the older one to stop moving.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time-- last resort," Derek says.

"Which is...?" Stiles asked.

"You're gonna cut off my arm," Derek lifted up the bone saw.

"Nope! Fuck that!" Caspian says, horrified. "Nope! I'm stealing the jeep and driving to the Argents to get Scott!"

"You can't drive! You're thirteen!" Stiles yelled.
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Stiles had moved so that Caspian couldn't get out without either climbing over the table or exiting out Derek's way, which he didn't doubt that Caspian would do either. It's was just the fact that Caspian wouldn't risk the other being injured farther.

Stiles pressed down on the button, immediately turning away from it. "Oh, my God." He dropped it back onto the table. "What if you bleed to death?"

Derek was wrapping one of the rubber bands around his arm. "It'll heal... If it works..."

"Look, I don't know if I can do this."

Derek sighed, impatiently. "Why not?"

"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!"

"I'm gonna go to jail at thirteen," Caspian says, shaking his head. "How many crimes have we committed already?"

"All right, fine. How about this-- either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head," Derek sighed, threateningly.

"Okay, you know what? I'm so not buying your threats any--" Stiles started, but Derek grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him forward as he glared. "Oh, my God! Okay. All right. Bought. Sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it."

Caspian yelled, running and opening up one of the cabinets.

"What?" Stiles asked. "What are you doing?"

Derek threw up.

"Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles gagged.

"It's my body... trying to heal itself..."

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it."

"Towels. I got a towel. And anesthesia," Caspian says.

"Now. You gotta do it now." Derek breathed out.

"Look, honestly, I don't think I can--"

"Just do it!"

"Oh, my God. Okay, okay..." Stiles picked the saw up, looking away. "Oh, my God.... All right, here we go..."

"CASPIAN! STILES!" Scott yelled as he ran in.

"Scott?" Stiles asked back.

Scott looked at the scene in front of him, Stiles pressing a bone saw to Derek's arm, Caspian throws towels onto the table, one of the floor but pointedly not looking at the scene. "What the hell are you doing?"

Stiles let's out a revealed breathe. "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!"

"Did you get it?" Derek asked.

Scott dug the bullet out from his pocket. "What are you gonna do with it?"

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." Derek trailed off as he passed out, dropping the bullet.

"No! No, no, no, no..." Scott dived for the bullet.

Caspian tried to catch Derek, and barely caught him, dropping to the ground at the sudden weight in his arms.

"Derek! Derek, come on, wake up!" Stiles gently slapped his face. "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"

"I don't know! I can't reach it!" Scott yelled back.

"He's not waking up..."

"Come on..."

"How can we wake him up?" Caspian asked, now shaking him. But, tried to do it gently.

"I think he's dying... I think he's dead!" Stiles yelled.

Caspian scrabbled to search for a pulse, panicked and horrified that he may be holding a dead person.

"Just hold on!" Scott yelled. "Come on...Oh! I got it! I got it!"

"Please don't kill me for this," Stiles muttered before he punched Derek in the face. "Ugh! Ow! God!"

Derek shook his head, waking up and reached out. "Give me--"

Scott handed him the bullet before the three began to lift him up. "Up!"

Stiles shook his hand. "Ow! God!"

Derek rips the top of the bullet off with his teeth before he bumps out the insides of the bullet, a powder coming out. Derek pulled out a lighter, lighting it on fire before scooping it into his hand and pressing it into the wound. Derek began to scream in pain, stumbling. Stiles pulled Caspian back as Derek feel to the floor again.

The older werewolf continued to yell in pain, before the wound disappeared. He stopped screaming a split second before it had. Caspian had panicked in the second, thinking he had just killed himself.

But, Derek sat up.

"That. Was. Awesome!!! Yes!!!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"Well, except for the agonizing pain..." Derek sarcastically replied.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health..." Stiles sarcastically spoke.

S"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? And, if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything--" Scott started.

Derek seemed appalled. "You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?"

"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."

"Didn't her dad try to kill you, like.c last week?" Caspian asked.

"I can show you exactly how nice they are."

"What do you mean?"
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"No, Stiles! Stop!" Caspian yelled as Stiles was walking up to his father.  "Oh, God. I'm out of here."

In a panic, Caspian ran from the pair.

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