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AMELIA WAS PATROLLING WHEN SHE SAW DEREK GETTING SHOT.

She promised Scott that she would get the Alpha, and she was following him, but so was Derek.

Derek had told Scott about him, about what he wanted, about what he did to the bus driver. When Scott told her, she promised Scott she would shoot him if she had the chance, and now she was looking for one.

She saw as a woman got out of the car with a gun and shot the werewolf as he jumped from roof to roof, immediately jumping from her spot to stand in front of the werewolf.

"Derek?" She whispered as he saw the man on the ground.

"Amelia," he mumbled in pain. The girl looked to her left, seeing a car pulling over the shooter's car.

"Argent," she said to herself before hiding behind a box, looking at the man and the woman.

"Get in," said Chris Argent.

"Not even 'Hello, nice to see you?'" Said the woman. So they know each other.

"Amelia," whispered Derek but she shushed him.

"You'll heal, now shut up," she said before looking at the hunters again.

"All I have at the moment is 'Please put the assault rifle away before someone notices.'," said Argent. "We are in Sealgair territory."

"That's the brother I love," she mumbled. "Sealgair? They are here? In Beacon Hills?" The man nodded. "How charming. Chris, there were two of them."

"The Alpha?"

"I don't know. But one of them tried to kill me," let him know the woman.

"One of them is gonna lead us to the other. He can't do that if he's dead."

Amelia looked at Derek. "You aren't the Alpha?"

"Do I look like an Alpha to you?"

"Not much," she replied before looking at the hunters again.

"Well, I can't help kill either of them if one of them kills me first," defended the woman.

"Amelia," called Derek. "They fear you. Ask them how long will it take..." He was in clear pain.

"How long will it take what?"

"The bullet," pointed Derek to his arm. "Please."

The girl rolled her eyes before shooting an arrow in between the two hunters, landing in the middle of them. She gained their attention.

"Sealgair..." said Argent, "we are just leaving."

"She's a kid!" Exclaimed the woman.

"A kid that has taken down four of my men," replied Chris before looking back at Amelia.

"How long will it take?" She asked to the woman.

"I'd give him 48 hours," replied the hunter, making Derek squeeze his eyes. "If that."

Amelia put down the bow, trying to control herself from looking down. She knew Derek was groaning in pain at her feet, and now she knew that he only had forty-eight hours left.

"Leave," was what Amelia ordered, and the two hunters left in their respective cars. Amelia inches over next to Derek, looking at him. "What do we do?"

"Why do you care?"

"Now that I know you aren't the alpha and you didn't bit Scott... you just entered my protection." Derek raised his eyebrows. "You didn't kill anybody, Derek... I'm your protector now."

• • •

The teacher was handing out the exams, and Scott was nervous. His feet were hitting the floor repetitively, not trying to stop.

"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he isn't the one who bit you, then who did?"

"I don't know," admitted the werewolf.

"Did the Alpha killed the bus driver?" Asked again Stiles.

"I don't know," said again Scott.

"Does Amelia have something to do with all of this? She didn't come to school today." Scott exhaled.

"I don't know..."

Stiles sighed before leaning in again. "Does Allison's dad—"

"I don't know!" Exclaimed a little loudly the werewolf, making everyone turn around to look at him.

Scott received his test. A 'D' minus, just what he feared.

"Dude, you need to study more," pointed out Stiles, making Scott mad. "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?"

"No," said Scott before sighing, "I'm studying with Allison after school today."

Stiles raised his eyebrows before scoffing. "That's my boy!"

"We're just studying. It's not like you and Amelia," mocked Scott, making Stiles lose his smile.

"In difference to you, Scott, Amelia and I do study. Not like your dirty little self."

"We're just studying," repeated Scott again.

"Uh-uh. No, you're not."

"No, I'm not?" Asked Scott confused.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you," Stiles argued. "I'm no where near something with Amelia. So, if you go to Allison's house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled."

"Okay," interrupted him Scott when he realized he was raising his voice. "Just stop with the questions, man."

"Done, no more questions," affirmed Stiles, leaning back on his chair. "No more talk about the Alpha, or Derek, or Amelia. Especially Amelia, who still scares me... yet I like."

• • •

"Could you act more normal, please?" Asked Amelia to Derek as they both walked through the halls of Beacon Hills high school, him, more slowly than usual. "You are sweating."

"I have a magic bullet in my arm and a mortal deadline, how much normal do you want me to act?" He questioned angrily. "Why are you even helping me?"

"I love collecting favors from you," she replied. "We just have to find Scott and— oh shit."

"What?" He asked while Amelia looked at her phone. "This is more important than high school gossip."

"It's my dad. He needs to call me. He says he might have a lead on who is the other werewolf. Stay here, I'll be quick."

Amelia dialed her dad's number, walking away from limping Derek. Two rings after, the voice of her dad was able to hear.

"Hey, dad," she said.

"I heard that you are scaring out Argents," was the first thing he said. "Why?"

"They are messing with our territory," she partially lied, since it was kinda true. "I don't trust them. They aren't like us. They want the werewolves to themselves."

"True... it's better if I leave you alone. By you killing the competition, we have free way to the werewolves." She cleared her throat.

"Do you know who the third werewolf is?"

"No, but we think it's a teenager. A beta, like Derek Hale."

"And... the Alpha?"

"We don't know yet. When we find out, you will be the first to know."

She chuckled. "How's Lizzie? Still in training?"

"Yeah, she doesn't have your raw talent." The girl smiled. "I'll see you around, kiddo."

"Bye dad," she hung up before turning around, seeing Derek pushing Jackson to the lockers. "Oh shit."

She was quick to ran towards Derek, who seemed to be listening to something.

"What?" But he stopped her, still continuing to listen.

The bell interrupted him, making Derek place his hands on his ears trying to ease the pain.

"Scott is going to Allison's after school," informed Derek. "We need to tell him."

"Okay, fine, put your arm around me." The werewolf listened, placing his arm around the girl's shoulders and letting her guide him towards the exit. "What can Scott do?"

"The bullet," said the man. "He can find the bullet."

They stepped outside the school and she was quick to drag him to the parking lot, her standing in front of the blue jeep before it could leave.

"Oh my God!" They heard Stiles exclaim as he saw the two.

She felt as Derek was passing out, trying to hold him still with all the strength she had.

"What the hell?" Exclaimed Scott as he arrived.

"Help me," begged the girl as Scott helped her with Derek.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked the werewolf. "And why are you here with him?" He asked Amelia, she simply shrugged.

"I thought the weather was nice. What do you think?" She replied sarcastically.

"I was shot," informed Derek, trying to control his breathing.

"Found him this way when I was patrolling last night."

"He's not looking so good, dude," mentioned Stiles, pointing at how pale Derek was.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked him, trying to understand what was happening.

"I can't," answered Derek as he held on to Amelia. "It was a different kind of bullet."

"A silver bullet?" Questioned Stiles.

"No, you idiot," insulted him Derek.

"That's what she meant when she said 48 hours," whispered Scott, making Amelia look at him strangely.

"How do you know that?" Doubted Amelia, looking at him.

"I was there last night," Scott informed Amelia and Derek. "I didn't know it was you who was asking."

Derek's eyes shifter to blue real quick, making him groan in pain a little more and hold on to the supernatural hunter, who was trying her best to keep him still.

"What are you doing? Stop that!" Exclaimed the werewolf to the other, about to panic.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't," insisted Derek.

Amelia saw as people started to get out of their cars to see what was happening, including Allison and Jackson.

"Help me get him in your car," Amelia said to Stiles and he was quick to help her, dragging Derek to the blue jeep.

They sat him on the backseat while Amelia took the front, sitting next to Stiles. Scott looked at them through the window, trying to ease his nerves.

"I need you to find what kind of bullet they used," told Amelia to Scott, the same thing Derek told her.

"How the hell I'm supposed to do that?" Asked Scott.

"The woman who shot him is an Argent," replied Amelia quickly. "She's with them."

"Why should I help him?"

"Because he's under my protection," said Amelia angrily, looking at the guy. "And because you need him."

Scott looked at Derek for a few seconds before exhaling. "Fine... I'll try." Scott looked over to Stiles. "Get him out of here."

"I hate you for this so much," whispered Stiles before starting the car.

• • •

In the road, Stiles couldn't help but to ask.

"Why is him under your protection?" The girl sighed.

"It's a long story," replied Derek, groaning. "How many favors do I owe you?"

"A lot..."

Stiles looked over Derek taking off his jacket, and was quick to text Scott if he had found the bullet.

After a few seconds, he got a text back.

FROM SCOTTneed more time

The guy tossed his phone aside, whispering a "Come on" before looking at the road again.

"Try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" Begged Stiles to Derek, but he was to busy handling the pain. "We're almost there."

"Almost where?" Questioned Derek.

"Your house," replied Stiles.

Amelia covered her nose. The smell of werewolf coming from Derek was intensifying, and she wondered if the bullet was made of wolfsbane.

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

"I can't take you to your own house?" Asked in disbelief Stiles, looking him through the mirror.

"Not when I can't protect myself."

"Well, you have a supernatural protector over her. Let her handle it," mentioned Stiles pointing towards Amelia, who simply looked at him with a serious expression. "Take that as a no."

Stiles pulled over, stopping the car and turning around to look at Derek.

"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?" Amelia rolled her eyes. "Hmm? Are you dying?"

"Not yet," replied Derek. For some reason, the girl could kind of feel the werewolf's pain, and it wasn't pleasing. "I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort!?" Asked Stiles doing his weird hand gestures that he does every time he is in these kinds of situations.

Derek pulled up his sleeve, making Stiles look away and Amelia open the window, trying to escape the smell.

"Oh, my God! What is that?" Panicked the guy. "Ugh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."

"Stiles, start the car," ordered Derek. "Now!"

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look," attacked Stiles, looking again at him. "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."

"God, I'm getting out of this car," whispered Amelia to herself, holding her breath. "Stiles, start the car!"

Suddenly, she felt as Derek placed her hand, with her last breath, on top of Amelia's neck, taking her by surprise.

"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip her Sealgair throat out with my teeth."

Stiles stared at the two of them for a few seconds, noticing how Amelia was begging him to start the car. The guy exhaled before nodding, starting the engine.

Derek let go off her neck and she breathed again, closing her eyes.

This was going to be a long trip.

• • •

"What I'm supposed to do with him?" Asked Stiles to Scott. He had him on speaker, letting Derek and Amelia hear the conversation.

"Take him somewhere. Anywhere!"

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

"I thought it was just me," whispered Amelia, trying to breathe through her mouth.

"Like what?" Questioned Scott.

"Like death!" Shouted Amelia, intervening the phone call. "Do something!"

"Ok, take him to my job." Amelia raised her eyebrows.

"What about your boss?" Asked Stiles to the phone.

"He's gone by now," assured them the werewolf. "There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster."

Stiles sighed again, clearly tired of this. He turned around towards Derek.

"You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you." Amelia knew it was the animal clinic, so she understood the irony.

Stiles gave the phone to Derek, who grabbed it with all the strength he had left.

"Did you find it?" He questioned.

"How am I supposed to find one bullet!?" Exclaimed the werewolf in panic. "They have a million. This house is like... the freaking Walmart of guns!"

"You haven't seen my basement," commented Amelia to Stiles, making him uncertain about if he was in the best company.

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

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

"Scott, he's under my protection. He won't die, and less in hands of an Argent," dictated Amelia towards the phone, letting Derek continue his conversation.

"Think about this," kept going Derek. "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 want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet."

"If I was you I would find that bullet," said Stiles, making Amelia look at him. "What?"

"Just drive..."