Stiles started his jeep back up and we were off, Scott had told us to go to his work as no one would there at this time. As we arrived we pulled into a free car parking space. Stiles quickly got out, and went over to the passenger side to help Derek out. As Derek got out, I pushed the seat forward so I could climb out of the jeep.

We all made our way over to a closed door, Stiles bent down and held the handle and threw his hand up, making the door go with, until it hit the top and stopped. As we entered Stiles's phone went off, as he turned on the light, as Derek walked in, before slamming down on a pile of dog food, as he leant back on the wall. His face pale, sweat dripping from his forehead, he had dark bags under his eyes.

"Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked as he turned to face Derek, as he held his phone out.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet," Derek replied as he gripped his arm.

"Why?" I asked, but I already knew why, I just wanted to play dumb.

"Because I'm gonna die without it," he states, as he looked between Stiles and I.

"Yeah, that's bad," I remarked, as I looked at Stiles then a Derek who looked worse in the seconds I spoke. "Okay, we need to take him inside and hope Scott will arrive on time," I usher to Stiles, as Derek slowly stood from his position, and we made our way inside the clinic.

On our way through the clinic, Derek started to take his top off. I pushed open the double door and we entered Stiles flipping the light switch. As Derek moved in further, and took his top off fully. I couldn't help but to stare at him in awe, his body was like a temple. But I quickly regained my focus, as we moved to the metal operating table that sat in the middle of the room.

"You know that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of," Stile states as a joke trying to ease the tension, but it didn't work. Derek's forearm looked worse as the bullet wound had black veins spreading from the entry of the bullet, blood trickling down his arm also.

"If the infection reaches his heart. It's game over," I state, as I stood next to Stiles, and reached my hand out to touch Derek's hand, to examine the wound. "And by the looks of it, we don't have long left," I could feel Derek's eyes on me, as I held his hand in mine, but there was no time to flirt. He quickly reclined his hand, and took a few steps away turning from us, looking for something.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles looks at me, but I have him a shrug of the shoulders before he looked back at Derek.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time...last resort..." Derek pulls a cupboard open to look, but then to a draw below.

"Which is?" Stiles asked, as we both waited for an answer from him. But he turns around with a hand held saw in his hand.

"You're going to cut off my arm," he states, directly looking at Stiles. I was slightly offended, I could totally rip off his arm without a hand held saw. Stiles looks at me and I look at him with a weird look, just as Derek places the saw on the table then pushes to Stiles.

Stiles makes the mistake of pushing the button on it's handle, and it roars to life, scaring the hell out of Stiles. "Oh, my God! What if you bleed to death?" He asked quickly, as Derek ties his upper arm with something he found, just after the black veins.

"It'll heal if it works," he states as he holds the piece of ribbon in his mouth as he makes a tight knot with it for his arm.

"Ugh! Look, I don't know if I can do this," Stiles replied looking kinda pale himself now. I don't think he could handle blood.

"Why not?" Derek replied, not looking at Stiles as he finished his tying.

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles states, expressing the blood part.

"Do you faint at the sight of blood?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"No. But I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!" He replied as he looked straight to Derek.

"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head," Derek threateningly replied, as he held no emotion to his voice, meaning he would do it.

"I don't think threats work in this special case," I huffed out, as Stiles nodded his head in agreement. Just then, Derek grabbed Stiles roughly by the scruff of his shirt, making him come half on the table.

"Derek!" I yelled, as he just holds Stiles tightly.

"Oh, my God! Okay. All right, bought, sold, totally, I'll do it. I'll do it," Stiles rushed out, not wanting his head chopped off. Well sawed off...

Derek began to breath heavily, and looked like he was going to vomit. "What are you doing?" Stiles asked, as he looked at him. Just as I was going to check him, he leaned over the side of the metal table, and vomited up. It wasn't vomit but it was black blood.

"Holy God! What the hell is that?" Stiles moans as he looks at the blood vomit on the floor.

"It's his body, it's trying to heal itself," I state, as I rushed around to Derek's side, stepping over the blood. I held my hand in his free one, as the other arm was on the table in a straight position.

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it," Stiles remarked, making a disgusted face.

"Now, you gotta do it now," Derek said, looking to Stiles as I held half his weight as he was weak right now. His breathing was out of control.

"Look, honestly, I don't think I can," Stiles stumbled his words out like a baby.

"Just do it!" Derek yells at him.

"Oh, my God. Okay, Oh, my God..." He mumbles out, as he gets the handle held saw, and turns it on for a moment and it roars to life again, before he places above the wound but below the tied band. "All right, here we go!"

"Stiles? Alice?" Scott announced out of nowhere just before Stile was about to saw Derek's arm off.

"Scott?" Stiles state refiled to hear his voice right now, just as Scott ran to the door, looking over the scene at hand. I'm holding Derek's free hand, and my other hand rested on his back where his tattoo lays. And Stiles holding a saw ready to cut through skin and bone.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott shouts as he comes closer to the table just as Stile drops the saw, looking at Scott dead on.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," he replied, grateful he didn't have to chop an arm off.

"Did you get it?" Derek asked quickly, as Scott fiddled with his jean pocket to get out a bullet, concealed within. He finally pulls it out, and holds it out for Derek to take, he let go of my hand and stood up straight as he took the bullet from Scott.

"What are you to do with it?" I asked, as I stood at the end of the table, looking him over.

"I'm gonna...." But that's all he could say, before he looked like he was going to pass out. His limbs started to drupe and he dropped the bullet on the table but it rolled to the ground. Derek falls back, but I quickly catch him, and gently place him down to the ground, as Scott dove under the counter to get the bullet. I knelt beside Derek, as I placed my hands on both sides of his face.

"Derek? Derek, come on. Wake up!" I state as I shake his head, but he didn't respond. I was oblivious to the conversation Scott and Stiles were having, my focus was on Derek. "Come on Derek, wake up!" I slapped his face softly, just to see if he would respond. A few moments went by, and Scott had hold of the bullet as I heard it connect with the metal of something.

"Oh! I've got it," Scott announces, getting up from the floor.

"I'm sorry Derek," I state sadly, before I closed my hand into a fist and swung at his face, it connected to his cheek, but it worked and he woke straight away, startled at first before he looked at Scott.

"Give me that," he states as he grabs the bullet, and all three of us help him to his feet. Derek bits the tip of the bullet to rip it open, and spits the contents out on the table. Before he starts to pound the container type thing onto the table, and blue monkshood was on the table. He then grabs a lighter from his pocket then burns it, it produces sparks for a few seconds then blue smoke was produced. Then he starts to scoop the burnt blue monkshood into his hand, then takes a few seconds to prepare himself for the pain that will surely follow.

He lungs his hand onto the bullet wound, and starts to press his index finger in the wound to get the blue monkshood in. He starts to scream in pain, then moves as he couldn't stand still as the pain took over, he drops to the floor. He carries on screaming in pain, his body doing weird moves to try and get rid of the pain, but he growled as the pain was so much for him. He seems to stop struggling on the floor, as the dark veins started to reduce and reverse back to the bullet hole, blue smoke generating at the wound. Soon the black veins were gone, and the bullet hole was sealed and he was fully healed.

"That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles states, a little too happy for me, but I guess he found it awesome though.

I sighed in relief, as Derek sat on the floor for a moment to regain his strength. "Are you ok?" I asked softly, looking up and down his body as he stood slowly.

"Except for the agonising pain?" He bites back sarcastically, making me roll my eyes at him. If he only knew what I could do to him...

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles said, cockily. Derek shot him a darkly and deathly gaze.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone," Scott states, as he really didn't want anything to do with Derek.

"I'm gonna go, it's getting late. Bye boys..." I state as Scott and Stiles looked my way for a moment. I gave them a smile before turning and heading for the door, I could feel Derek's eyes on me the whole time. I stopped in the doorway. "See you around Derek," I said, not turning to face him, before I walked through the hallway of the clinic, and once I was outside, I vamp-sped away and back to my house...

What a lovely night to spend...