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STILES OPENED THE GATE TO THE ANIMAL CLINIC JUST IN TIME FOR HIS PHONE TO START RINGING.

"Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to either of you?" He asked towards them.

Amelia had to think about it for a few seconds before realizing what it is.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane," she replied. "It can kill me too." Stiles opened his eyes widely.

"He has to bring me the bullet," informed Derek.

"Why?" Questioned Stiles.

"Because I'm gonna die without it."

"You do have a flair for the dramatic," pointed out the girl as she helped him stand up, walking towards the inside of the clinic.

Derek proceeded to take his shirt off, tossing it to the floor and leaning again the examination table.

His arm looked terribly. Around the wound, his veins started to get a tone of intense purple, and Amelia assumed it was the poison traveling through her blood.

"This thing can kill you too?" Asked Stiles and she nodded. "That's comforting." The guy sighed before continuing talking. "You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of."

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," he said out of breath, making Amelia clear her throat.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, it it?" Questioned the girl. "God, there's that smell again."

"What smell? Death?" Asked Stiles.

"No... dog," she replied, leaning against the brick wall.

Stiles stared at her for a few seconds, approaching her slowly.

"Your eyes..." he whispered, making Derek raise his eyes from his wound up to her. "They are... purple."

"Oh no," mumbled Derek. "You need to get her out of here."

"What!? Why!?" Asked Stiles in panic, turning around to look at the werewolf.

Amelia let herself slide down through the wall and fall on the floor, closing her eyes.

She had to calm down.

But how can she calm down?

The only thing in her mind right now was grabbing the dagger that she hides inside her boot and stabbing Derek few times.

But she had to calm down.

"It's the wolfsbane," he tried to explain. "It increases Sealgairs's senses like the full moon does to us."

"Yeah, I know that!"

Amelia was starting to see everything red. She ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to ease herself.

Her bloodlust was increasing.

"Then what do you think a long period of time inhaling the smell of a rare wolfsbane would do to her? She's gonna kill me!"

"If the bullet doesn't do that first," whispered Stiles before looking at her. "Amelia, look at me."

"She won't listen! Just... sedate her!"

"I'm fine," whispered the girl, "I just need to open a window..."

"No, look at me!" He yelled, surprising the girl. "You are not a killer, okay? You are more than that. You don't want to kill Derek, you don't want to kill Scott. I know you don't. Just look at me, okay? You are one of the good ones, Amy, I know it."

She nodded, focusing on the sound of Stiles's voice. The hazel-eyed boy noticed how the bright purple eyes of the girl slowly faded away, and she went back to normal again.

"There you go..." he whispered.

They both looked at Derek as he emptied the drawers. Stiles approached him, confused.

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

"Which is?" Asked Stiles.

Derek pulled of an electric saw, that even made Amelia terrified.

"You are going to cut off my arm."

Derek handed Stiles the electric saw, and the guy did not find that amusing.

"Oh my God! What if you bleed to death?" Was the thing Stiles asked while Derek wrapped his bicep with a string.

"It'll heal if it works," explained the werewolf.

"What are you? A starfish?" Doubted the girl. "It's not gonna grow back," commented the hunter.

"You! Shut it!" Yelled Derek. "You just think of not killing me," he ordered the girl and she shrugged.

"Look," intervened Stiles, trying not to pass out, "I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not?" Questioned Derek as he kept tying the string to his arm.

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Exclaimed the teenager..

Derek hit the examination table.

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Asked the werewolf.

"No," he replied, "but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!" He shouted. "Why can't she do it?"

"You are seriously thinking of giving a supernatural hunter an electric saw when she can't control her powers!? She'll kill me."

"I have no link to you! Let her do whatever she wants!"

Amelia was again in control, yet the smell of werewolf wasn't near to fade away. But she wanted to help.

She still wanted to kill Derek, but decided to help Stiles instead.

His voice had calm her down.

"I can do it," she announced.

"No!" Derek exclaimed. "Alright, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, Stiles, or I'm gonna cut off your head."

"Okay, you know, I'm so not buying your threats anymore." Derek grabbed the teen by his shirt and pulled him closer, making him regret what he said. "Alright, bought, sold, totally, I'll do it. I'll do it!" He repeated, but Derek seemed to be losing control. "What are you doing?"

Derek started panting before vomiting a black liquid to the floor, making Stiles and Amelia gag.

"Holy God! What the hell was that?" Asked the girl while Stiles put his arm in front of her, pulling her back from the werewolf.

"It's my body," Derek answered, "it's trying to heal itself."

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it!" Exclaimed Stiles, trying to not puke too.

"Now, you gotta do it," said Derek looking at the teen. "Keep her away. She'll kill me before you even get to the bone."

"I'm not feeling like killing you right now. I actually feel sorry for you," replied the girl. "Maybe my opinion will change once I see you bleed out."

"Look, honestly, I don't think I can," said Stiles, looking in disgust the arm of the werewolf.

"Just do it!" Derek yelled.

"Oh my God. Okay. Okay. Oh my God! Amelia stand back," he said as he grabbed the electric saw. "Amy close your eyes." The guy placed the saw on top of Derek's skin. "Alright here we go!"

"Stiles? Amelia?" She heard Scott call them right before he entered the examination room.

The guy stood next to Amelia before looking at Stiles, opening his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Shouted his best friend looking at the saw then to Stiles.

Stiles chuckled nervously before putting the saw down, looking at his friend with a comforting smile.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," was the thing Stiles said before approaching Amelia. "Stay here."

"Did you get it?" Asked Derek to Scott and the teenager proceeded to take the bullet out of his pocket, giving it to him.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Questioned Stiles as Derek stared at the bullet.

"I'm gonna..." but before he could answer, the werewolf pass out, dropping the bullet through the drain gate.

"No!" Exclaimed Scott as he approached it, trying to reach it.

"Derek?" Said the girl as she sat next to him, Stiles on his other side. "Derek wake up..."

"Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?" Panicked Stiles as Amelia started to hit Derek softly on the cheek.

"I don't know!" Shouted the werewolf. "I can't reach it."

"Derek, you still owe me, so you are not dying!" Exclaimed the hunter before hitting him harder. "He's not waking up!"

"I think he's dying... I think he's dead," announced Stiles before Amelia slapped him again. "What on Earth—"

"Just hold on!" She heard Scott breathed deeply before standing up. "I got it! I got it!"

"Oh crap," Amelia murmured. "Don't kill me..."

Amelia put her hand on a fist before hitting Derek on the face, making him wake up.

"Give me that," ordered the werewolf and Scott gave him the bullet quickly, the three watching what he was going to do.

He stood up, leaning against the examination table and opening the bullet with his teeth. Amelia looked at him as she squeezed her nose.

"I could have opened it for you," was the thing he said as he put the interior of the bullet on the table and lighted it up with his lighter, starting a little fire. "What the—"

He grabbed the ashes and, before a second of doubt, pressed them against his wound, letting out a deep scream.

Stiles grabbed Amelia but the waist and pushed her to the corner, Scott being quick to follow. The three watched as Derek groaned in pain, falling onto the floor and screaming, letting out a small howl.

The observed as the wound slowly disappeared, not leaving a trail. Like it never existed.

"That was awesome," whispered Amelia as Stiles kept holding her against him. The three still watching Derek's every move.

"Are you okay?" Asked Scott to Derek as he slowly sat down.

"Except for the agonizing pain?" He questioned sarcastically.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," mentioned Stiles, still holding Amelia, slowly letting go off her waist.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone," attacked Scott. "You got that?"

It didn't seem like he did. His sight was sharp, not moving from Scott. He was pissed, for some reason Amelia couldn't understand.

"If you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything."

Even Amelia found that an awful plan.

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

"Yeah, you don't trust me but you trust Argents?" Intervened Amelia. "I'm offended."

"You tried to kill me at least three times!" Exclaimed Scott before looking at Derek. "And they're a lot freaking nicer than you are!"

"Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are..." He really had a flair for the dramatic.

"I feel a road trip coming..." murmured Amelia.

• • •

While Derek and Scott went to the hospital on Derek's car, Stiles decided to drop Amelia at her place with his jeep.

"What do you think he's going to show him?" She asked the guy as he parked in front of her driveway.

"Something to convince him that he shouldn't trust the Argents, I guess," was the thing he said.

"He shouldn't trust me either," the girl admitted in low voice, making Stiles look at her.

"You won't kill him, Amelia."

"How are you so sure!?" She snapped, looking up towards him. "I wanted to kill him, Stiles. Not him, the werewolf in him. I wanted to kill Derek not just few minutes ago. I needed to."

"I know... but Scott also wanted to kill people, but he didn't... he pulled back. You have much more control than he does, so if he could do it, I know you can."

"Stiles... Scott is kind, he has a golden-heart. I don't. He's... I'm... Ugh, I don't know, Stiles." She glanced at her nails, trying to avoid his hazel eyes.

"You are not a killer, Amy." This time, she didn't cringe at the nickname. She looked up from her fingers to see Stiles staring at her, kindly smiling. "I know you aren't. Back at the animal clinic you pulled back, you controlled it. You just need practice."

The girl gave him a tiny smile before taking off her seatbelt, opening the jeep's door.

"Stiles," she called him softly, making him raise his eyebrows. "You are a good guy." He chuckled. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For bringing me back, at the animal clinic." The guy looked at her for a few seconds before giving her a smile. "Thank you for everything."

"No problem."

The girl slowly leaned in, giving Stiles a small kiss on the cheek before stepping out of the car, walking towards her house.

When she entered, she dropped her backpack at the stairs, walking towards the basement where she knew her dad was.

"Fine, I'm here," she said as her dad turned around, looking at her. "Teach me..."

"You know how to use a bow and a dagger, Amy..."

"No... teach me how to control my powers."