Wolfsbane Bullets

"Please tell me Scott is picking up his phone," I begged, looking over at him while I wiped the blood off Derek's arm, trying to get a better look at the wound.

"Yeah, it's going through, shut up." Stiles mumbled, phone to his ear. "What am I supposed to do with him scott?"

"I don't know, take him! Anywhere!" Scott said, his voice panicked

"Anywhere, right, of course. He's starting to smell by the way."

"Like what?"

"Like death!"

"Okay. Take him to the animal clinic."

"What about your boss?" I asked, leaning forward to talk into the phone.

"He's gone now. There's a spare key behind the dumpster." Scott explained, and I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me.

"Stiles, animal clinic, drive." I said, taking the phone and handing it to Derek.

"Did you find it?" Derek asked Scott.

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

"If you don't find it then I'm dead, alright." Derek explained, and I felt my chest tighten slightly. I had already lost so much family, I refused to lose Derek too.

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

"Scott!" I hissed, knowing he could hear me through the other side of the call.

"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 you get killed. So if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." Derek hung up the call, putting the phone down as Stiles drove.

It only took a few minutes to get to the clinic, and quickly Stiles and I were carrying him into the clinic. I grabbed the spare key, unlocking the door and helping Derek inside.

"Stiles, anything from Scott?" I asked, still supporting Derek and Stiles moved away to check his phone.

"A picture of a box. Nordic Blue Monkshood. Any idea what that means?"

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

"Why?"

"Stiles, now is not the time for questions. Tell Scott to get his ass over here with the fucking bullet." I spat.

"You know, really, it doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles mused as Derek tugged off his shirt, throwing it on the ground.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek muttered, and I hissed out a breath.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" I gave Stiles a dirty look before turning back to Derek.

"What's the backup plan if he doesn't get here in time with the bullet?" I asked, watching in confusion as Derek stumbled over to the drawers, rifling through them.

"One of you is going to cut off my arm."

My eyes widened as Stiles paled. But I knew Stiles' did badly with blood and gore so I carefully took the saw from Derek's hand, leading him over to the table.

"Cassie! Oh my god! What if he bleeds to death?"

Derek was calming wrapping a tourniquet around his arm as I steadied the saw in my hand. "I'll heal if it works." Derek explained and I stayed silent, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do.

"Look, I don't know if I can do this." Stiles whined, looking increasingly paler by the second.

"You are not doing anything dumbass." I argued, tying my hair back into a bun.

"What, do you faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked, looking up at Stiles.

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!"

"Stiles! Out! You're stressing me out too much!" I yelled, waving him out.

As I reached forward to situated Derek on the table he started heaving, vomiting up a black liquid that only heightened my nerves.

"Holy God! What the hell is that?" Stiles yelled.

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

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

"Cass, you gotta do it now."

"Okay, Okay, onto the table and hold still" I said, turing on the saw as I tried to detach

myself from the situation. Just as I was about to press against the skin, a voice rang through the clinic.

"Stiles? Cassie?"

"Scott." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime full of nightmares." Stiles murmured. I pulled back, tossing the saw on the table as I helped Derek stand straight again.

"Scott. Bullet. Now." I said, and Scott rifled through his pockets to hand the bullet to Derek.

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

"I'm gonna..." Derekes voice trained off as his eyes shut and his body tipped to the side, crashing to the ground. The bullet went rolling and a string of curses left my mouth.

"SCOTT! GRAB IT!" I yelled as I dropped onto the ground beside Derek, frantically trying to wake him up. I could feel the panic rising in my chest as I pounded on his chest.

"Derek, Derek come on wake up. Scott he's not waking up!" I said, my voice rising as I felt tears filling my eyes.

"I think he's dying. I think he's dead!" Stiles yelled, and if I had been in a stable state of mind, I would have slapped him.

"Scott, get the bullet!"

"Cassie I'm trying!" A few more moments of panicked breathing and Scott was standing triumphantly.

"Please don't kill me for this derek." I muttered as my hand cracked against his cheek, and he sat up, muttering a 'give me that' as I helped him stand. He opened the bullet, and dumped the power across the table, burning it before shoving it into the wound. He let out a scream, dropping to the ground. I knelt beside him, trying to calm him down. My nerves settled as I saw the black veins receding from his arm and as he sat up with my help.

"That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles said, pumping his fist.

"Are you okay?" I asked gently, pulling him to his feet.

"Except for the agonizing pain?"

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

"Okay we saved your life, which means you're going to leave us alone." Scott said, and I raised a brow, staying silent momentarily. "ANd if you don't, i'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, I'm gonna tell them everything-"

"You're going to trust them? You think they can help you" Derek asked, and I tilted my head in agreement.

"Why not? They Are a lot freaking nicer than you are!"

"Yeah? I can show you how nice they are."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, and the next thing I knew Stiles was parking the car outside the Beacon Hill Care Facility and the three of us were following Derek inside. We walked into a dark room, filled with a man who was covered in burns. I felt my chest tighten as I stumbled back out of the room. That was Peter Hale. Peter Hale who had been the subject of my dreams recently, who threatened my life when I was just a child. I had no desire to be in the room with him, and Stiles followed me out to the car.

"Cassie! Cassie! What's wrong?"

"Thats- Peter - he-" I mumbled, trying to catch my breath and the panic welled up in me.

"Breathe, Cassie, breathe, okay? He can't hurt you! Let me take you home, okay." He said, leading me to the car.

I just nodded, staring blankly in front of me, listening to the roar of the engine as Stiles made his way back to my house.

-----☾-----

Luckily, the next day was Friday, which meant a movie night with Lydia and Jackson. I needed some normal with my friends, especially after everything that was going on. I was in the backseat of the Porsche, leaning forward on the middle console to talk to the two.

"No, cause Hoosiers isn't only the best basketball movie ever, it's the best sports movie ever made." Jackson explained.

"No." Lydia and I chorused in unison.

"It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper."

"No"

"Andie, I swear to god, help me convince Lydia that she's gonna like it."

"No. I've watched it four times with you this year." I said, leaning back in my seat.

He groaned in frustration, looking at me and then back at Lydia. "I am not watching the Notebook again!"

I giggled, unbuckled my seatbelt. "Alright Whittmore, come on. I'll help you pick a movie everyone here will like." I teased, sliding out of the car and heading inside, Jackson trailing behind me.

The door bell opened with a jingle as we wandered in, walking together as we scanned the isles.

"Where the fuck is the employee?" Jackson grumbled as the store phone continued to ring.

I frowned slightly as I walked towards the ladder and flickering lights, peaking my head around the corner. It was sad to say I was praying he had just taken a fall and bumped his head. Instead he was a bloody, mangled mess on the floor and I held back a scream.

"Jackson, get out. Run and get Lydia out of here." I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I backed away from the body.

"Andie, what the hell are you talking about, '' he said, rounding the corner behind me. I felt him freeze and heard his heart rate pick up, and I squashed the rising sob in my chest.

"Run." I said again, and he turned and took off, myself right behind him. My ankle caught on the ladder and sent it toppling down, Trapping me under the shelves with it. I felt my chest tighten as my ankle twisted uncomfortably under the wood, straining to get out. Where was that stupid supernatural strength when you needed it?

Jackson stopped and ran back, trying to lift the bookshelf off me. "Jackson I swear to god go! Lydia needs you more than I do."

"You're trapped in a store with a killer. I think you need me more." He muttered as he failed to lift the shelf too. The lights went dark, and the low and heaving breath of an animal filled the room.

"Now Jackson, please." I begged, unable to see him but also to hear his heart pounding louder than mine. Before he could make a move to run the rest of the bookshelves came crashing down, effectively trapping us both. I weakly and uncomfortably extended my hand, hoping he would be able to reach it. He could, and wrapped his tightly around mine.

I tried to steady my heart, knowing what was in here with us. I hated that Jackson was involved, and the panic and guilt I would feel if something happened to him. The warm breath of the alpha brushed my neck and I choked back a sob, feeling his nail train along from my ear to my shoulder.

"Just wait Cassandra, you'll be mine soon." The voice was familiar but I couldn't place it, the same that had been haunting my nightmares for weeks. I felt the tears spilling down my cheeks as I tried not to move or make a sound. I heard shuffling and then the shatter of glass, and I tried no to acknowledge any of it.

I could hear Jackson talking to me, but he sounded like he was under water. The only thing in my head were the Alpha's words, and what they meant. The next thing I knew the sound of sirens were filling the air and someone was pulling me out from under the bookshelf and placing me in the back of the ambulance.

The only thing that shook me out of my daze was the shaken and terrified Lydia. I fought past the paramedics to get to her, simultaneously pulling her into a hug and checking her for injuries.

"Are you okay?" I murmured into her ear, carefully stroking her hair.

"No, not at all." She whispered between sobs. I made sure she was seated on the edge of the ambulance before sitting beside her so I could be checked for injuries. My ankle was definitely out of place, but that would heal pretty quick. I was terrified and in pain but I knew Lydia and Jackson needed to be gone so I swallowed my own issues and put on a brave face for them.

I fielded questions from the police and paramedics, letting Lydia stay silent behind me. I almost let out a sob of relief when I saw the Sheriff's car pull up, gently releasing Lydia's hand so I could stand.

"Her mother is on the way. Let her be until then please. I promise she's not injured, just in shock." I muttered, brushing past them. I gave Jackson a look to stay with her as I made my way to the car. As soon as Noah locked eyes with me, he moved quickly to pull me into a hug.

"Cassandra, oh my god, are you okay?" he asked, pulling away and looking over at me.

I nodded, giving him a weak smile. "I'm fine. Little bruised but please just let Lydia and Jackson go. I promise they're both fine and I'll give you a statement but she's in shock."

"Cassie you know I can't-"

"Mr. Stilinski please" I said, cutting him off.

Before I could continue to argue my point I felt someone pull me away and pull me into a bone crushing hug.

"Cassie holy shit." I knew who it was before they even spoke, the smell of Stiles cologne filling my nose as he pressed me into his chest.

"It was the alpha." I mumbled, low enough that nobody else could hear me. I felt his body tense, and he pulled back to look me in the eyes.

"Are you hurt, did he hurt you?"

I shook my head, but I knew the shakiness of my hands and running mascara said otherwise.

"I'm gonna take you home, okay? And we can talk about this with Scott tomorrow." he said, gently leading me away from the scene, especially when they rolled out the dead body.

He sat with me in the back of the police cruiser, talking about nothing as we waited for his dad. Once his dad was in the car with us he turned around to look at me.

"Cassie, I need to call your brother." he said gently, and I shook my head.

"Sheriff please don't, I'm fine, really. Please don't make him fly out here." I begged, a fresh round of fear coursing through me.

"Cassie..."

"Dad, come on, please, let this one slide. You're basically like her guardian."

Stilinski sighed and then nodded, starting the car. "Fine, but you're staying with us tonight,"

I nodded, giving him a weak smile. "Okay."

The ride back was quiet, my head resting in Stiles' lap as he drove. My head felt heavy and ached, as did everything else. "Cassie? You okay?" Stiles asked quietly, running his fingers through my hair gently.

"I'm scared. Like really scared." I admitted, even though I hated it. I hated feeling weak. I hated that the Alpha had me shaking like this.

"It's okay to be scared, Cassie." He said gently as his dad pulled into the driveway. I gave him a weak smile as he helped me out of the car. "Couch? Harry Potter Movies?" He asked softly. I nodded, making my way to the couch.

"Do you want to shower? Change? Eat? Tell me what you want." He said, looking at me like I was glass.

"Just clean clothes, please." I murmured and he nodded, heading upstairs as I got the

movies turned on. Sheriff Stilinski peaked his head in, looking over at me.

"We can do the interview in the morning, down at the station, but only if you're feeling up to it. And, you're here or at Melissa's until we catch this guy, okay? Just to keep you safe."

I nodded, knowing there was no reason to argue. He was doing the best he could to protect me, but he didn't even know what we were going up against.

Stiles came down with a flannel and a pair of pants and I took them gratefully, going to the bathroom to change. My eyes were red and puffy, mascara under my eyes and a nasty scratch along my neck. I carefully washed my face off in the sink before changing, exhaling slowly and straightening back up as I fixed my hair.

I was stronger than a stupid alpha werewolf. I was stronger than the nightmares. I was stronger than whatever stupid prophecy was about me. I was going to be fine.

Unlocking the door I made my way back out, giving the sheriff a nod as he headed upstairs. I curled up beside Stiles, reaching for the remote to turn it down. I knew Stiles wanted to hear the story, and once I said it I could move on.

"Just wait Cassandra, you'll be mine soon." I said quietly, and his head turned sharply to look at me. "That's what he said to me. It's the same voice that's been haunting my dreams, but I've heard it before. I can't place where but he wants me like he wants Scott. I need to talk to Derek if my powers boost him in any other ways."

Stiles pulled me into a hug, pressing me into his chest. "He is not going to get you. Not if Scott, or me, or Derek have anything to do about it."

I let out a laugh and nodded. "Okay, you and your baseball bat?" I asked, the giggles stopping the tears.

"Yeah, me and my baseball bat Cassie." He said, letting me stay in his arms as he reached to turn on the movie. "We can deal with everything tomorrow. For now, you need to get some sleep, and listen to the lovely sound of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire."

I smiled softly as I rested my head against his chest, letting my eyes close as he played the movie. The sound of his heartbeat stayed softly in my head, blocking out the horrible memory of the day as he held me tightly.

My body felt heavy as sleep tugged at my consciousness, and soon enough I was lulled into a safe and deep sleep, the first one in a while.