— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆；𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇
— 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍：𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒

WHILE SCOTT WAS BEING A DOUBLE AGENT, STILES WAS BEING A CHAUFFEUR TO A SICKLY LOOKING WEREWOLF. Stiles had texted Scott if he had found the bullet they were looking for, but Scott replied with 'need more time.'

Derek took off his jacket, because he was getting overheated.

Stiles was frustrated having to waste his precious time with a brooding werewolf he didn't like. "Aye, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

"Almost where?" the pale wolf questioned.

"Your house."

"What, no you can't take me there." Derek told Stiles, on the verge of passing out.

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles exasperated.

"Not when I can't protect myself."

"Well, she can–" Stiles was about to say, but when he looked back at the backseat of his car he found it was empty.

"Where did your friend go?" Stiles questioned, looking back at Derek.

Derek was sick and now he was confused, neither of them knew where Aline went until Stiles almost ran her over.

Swerving to the side in a knick of time, Stiles parked his jeep on the side of the road.

Then she appeared right beside Derek, scaring Stiles – again.

"Stop doing that! You lady, really need a bell around your neck." Stiles shouted.

"I needed to get something for Derek, so I left, but I couldn't pinpoint where you were exactly so I could hop in your vehicle. So I just decided to wait in the middle of the road until I saw your jeep." Aline explained, matter – of – factly.

"Oh okay, AND WHAT IF WE WOULD'VE CRASHED!" Stiles yelled, making Aline roll her lifeless eyes.

"I would've simply stopped you from crashing." she stated, and Stiles just huffed.

Aline now turned to Derek, holding out her hand and he knew why. Putting out his injured arm, Aline was about to clean it when Stiles decided to ask more questions.

"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" Stiles blurted out, causing Aline to curse in french.

"Not yet, I have a last resort." Derek answered, between breaths.

"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles questioned, hyperactively.

Seeing as Aline wasn't needed in this conversation, she decided to clean Derek's wound now.

Rolling up his sleeve, blood rolled down Derek's arm.

"Oh, my God! What is that?"

"Have you ever been shot before Stiles?" Aline asked, sarcastically.

"Ugh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."

As Aline cleaned Derek's wound, Derek spoke to Stiles "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."

"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek threatened, making Aline roll her eyes and huff.

"You two are literal children." Aline said, and telekinetically turned the car on.

"Now drive Stiles, or he really will rip your throat out."

Stiles listened and started driving, but not without side eyeing the two adults in the car.

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After driving for hours, Stiles pulled over to call Scott on the phone.

While Stiles was calling Scott, Aline made herself a solid, she held Derek against her as she hummed the same tone when Paige died.

Derek would never show it on the outside but on the inside, he was more calmer because of it. Over the years he had missed when Aline used to hum French songs to make him feel better about anything.

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asked, finally getting a hold of Scott on the phone.

"Take him somewhere, anywhere."

Stiles sighed, "And by the way, he's starting to smell." he noted, causing Derek to open his eyes and look at Aline for confirmation.

"I don't know Der. I'm dead, I can't really smell anything." she whispered to him, truthfully.

"Like what?"

"Like death." Stiles stated, causing Aline to shoot him a glare, offended, because she actually was dead.

"Okay, take him to the animal clinic." Scott suggested.

"What about your boss?"

"He's gone by now, there's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster."

Stiles sighed again and passed his phone over to Derek. "You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you."

"Didi you find it," Derek asked, lazily.

"How am I supposed to find one bullet, they have a million! This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns!" Scott exclaimed.

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

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Derek being fed up with the teenager decided to threaten him – again. "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 get killed. So if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." Derek said, hanging up the phone.

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After the threatening call from Derek, Scott searched the Argent house and finally found a box of bullets in Kate's room, seeing another language on the box, he knew it was French.

Searching up what the saying was he texted Stiles to ask Derek what it meant to him.

At the clinic, Derek walked over to a stack of dog food while Aline squatted by him.

Getting a text alert on his phone Stiles took it out of his pocket, "Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet." Derek explained.

"Why?"

"Because if Scott doesn't bring that bullet, Derek's gonna die without it." Aline said, looking up at Stiles.

Aline then helped Derek up and they walked over to the clinic door as Stiles was putting the key into the slot.

Derek stopped leaning on Aline to take off his shirt, and she saw the family triskelion on his back.

"You got the triskelion on your back," she spoke lowly with a small smile, so only Derek could hear.

Derek turned to her and nodded.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles said, trying to lighten the dowering mood.

"Do you want him to die in his sleep?" Aline questioned.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me."

"Positivity just isn't in you guy's vocabulary, is it?"

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort..." Derek said, searching through the drawers and cabinets of the clinic.

"Which is?" Stiles questioned.

And Derek finally found what he was looking for, "You're going to cut off my arm." Derek stated, holding up an electric saw.

"Derek Hale, absolutely not." Aline scolded.

"It's the only way Ali." he stated, wrapping a blue elastic band around his bicep.

"Oh my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles asked not okay with the situation.

"It'll heal if it works."

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

"Why not," Derek huffed.

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, he sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles exclaimed.

"You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm! Besides, why can't she do it?"

"She has a name, which is Aline by the way. And I can't do it because I can only solidify myself for so long."

"I don't even know what that means." Stiles whimpered out.

"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." Derek threatened looking Stiles directly in the eye.

"Okay, you know, I'm so not buying your threats anymore." Stiles began to say, as he was now being grabbed and pulled over the table by Derek.

"Oh my God, okay, all right, bought, sold, totally, I'll do it." Stiles agreed.

Then Derek started hacking, "What, what are you doing?"

Derek then regurgitated black goo on the floor. "Holy God, what the hell is that?!"

"It's his body trying to heal itself." Aline said, walking over to Derek, as she had moved out of the way before.

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it." Stiles commented, making Derek glare up at him.

"Now, you have to do it now, Stiles." Aline ordered, holding the sickly wolf in place.

"Look honestly, I don't think I can." Stiles said, shrinking away.

"Just do it!" Derek yelled.

"Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God." Stiles uttered, grabbing the electric saw off the table.

"All right, here we go!" Stiles readied himself.

"Stiles?" Scott called out as he just entered the building.

"Scott?"

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted looking at the scene in front of him.

Stiles nervously chuckled, "Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares."

Ignoring the buzz cut boys comments, Aline asked Scott, "Did you get it?"

And Scott reached into his pocket, polling the bullet out and handed it to Derek.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asked.

"I'm gonna...g" Derek began to say, but then he passed out.

"Dammit Derek," Aline muttered, bending down to the ground trying to wake him up.

But when Derek passed out the life saving bullet rolled down the drain, so Scott had to try and get it.

Slapping the side of Derek's face, Aline tried to wake him up but she knew it wasn't going to.

"Derek?  Derek, come on. Wake up!" Stiles slightly shouted trying to get the unconscious wolf up.

"Scott what the hell are we gonna do?"

"I don't know, I can't reach it!"

"Concentrate on the claws growing out of your nail beds Scott." Aline informed him.

"He's not waking up." Stiles said.

"Just punch him Stiles." Aline stated.

But Stiles just panicked even more, "I think he's dying, I think he's dead!"

"Just hold on." Scott asked, and focused on his claws coming out like Aline said.

"I got it, I got it." Scott cheered.

"Punch him Stiles, now!" Aline ordered.

Stiles sucked in a breath, "Please don't kill me for this!" and he winded his arm up while making a fist and brought it down with as much force as he could.

Punching Derek in the jaw, waking him up. "Ow, God." he groaned.

Then Aline helped him off the floor, as Scott passed him the bullet.

Derek bit off the cap and emptied out the remnants that were in the bullet, onto the table.

Grabbing a black lighter out of his pocket, he lit up the wolfsbane and watched the blue smoke seep from it into the air.

He then scraped the wolfsbane into the palm of his hand and placed it into his wound, as soon as he placed it into his wound he started yelling in pain.

Dropping onto the floor Derek howled in pain, while Aline got beside him and put her hand on his shoulder taking some of the pain away and started telekinetically healed him.

Though it was still painful, Derek wolf came out and started howling in pain. While Scott and Stiles watched in awe and fear.

Soon Derek's wound started healing.

"That was awesome.Yes!" Stiles cheered.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"Accept for the agonizing pain." Derek seethed.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles said, causing Derek to glare at him for like the twentieth time today.

"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 them everythi–"

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

"Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scott countered.

"They kill things like you Scott, even humans." Aline stated.

"Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are." Derek said, with a wrathful gleam in his eye.

"What do you mean?"

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Stiles dropped everyone off at the Hale house and from there, Derek, Aline and Scott drove in his car.

They soon arrived at 'Beacons Crossing Home'.

"What are we doing here?" Scott asked getting out of the car.

Neither Derek or Aline said anything, they both just kept walking. While Scott jogged behind.

Entering the facility, Derek opened a room to his right.

There sat a man in a wheelchair not moving a muscle or blinking an eye.

Scott looked at the man then back to Derek and Aline.

"Who is he?"

"My uncle, and her friend. Peter Hale." Derek stated, looking at the man.

"Is he like you? A werewolf?"

"He was. Now he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school. Our house caught on fire." Derek explained, while Aline looked away.

"Twelve people were trapped inside, he was the only actual being that survived."

"So what makes you so sure that they set the fire?"

"Cause they're the only ones that knew about us."

"Then they had a reason."

Aline scuffed. "Like what. You tell me what justifies this." Derek said, turning Peter to face them., showing the burn marks on the side of his face.

"They say they'll only kill an adult and only with absolute proof. But there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire."

"Aline was never one to cry nowadays but a tear managed to slip out. "Hell, even I died in that fire." she admitted, causing both the boys in the room to look at her.

"This is what they do, and it's what Allison will do." Derek drilled into Scott's mind.

"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" a nurse said, stopping by.

"We were just leaving." Derek said, and grabbed Scott.

Aline stayed behind a little bit, turning to Peter. "I know you're listening and next actually try to kill Kate." she scolded, then left the room just as Peter's eyes snapped up to her leaving figure.

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