Just A Little Hope (STILES) {{DISCONTINUED}}

NINE: NORDIC BLUE MONKSWOOD

Friday, January 28th

"So, I finally get to meet your famous Aunt Kate." I say pretending to be overjoyed, because as I recently discovered, she's the most dangerous Argent which is bad news for my grandmother and Scott. "And Scott is going to your house!" Lydia states which I knew for studying but Allison tells Lydia which we both were surprised by her response, "Just studying never ends with just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub. Somebody eventually cops a feel." I scoff which makes her look at me weirdly, "Stiles and I studied the other night and neither of us coped a feel." I state. Lydia looked at me in disbelief, "Didn't he fall on top of you?" She asks, I try to explain it was clearly an accident which just resulted in a sarcastic sureee.

"So, what are you saying?" Allison asks for advice. "I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up... Hello, Snow White, I'm talking about a condom." I also choke on air, "Are you kidding? After one date?" Allison asks in disbelief, "Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste." Lydia states before Allison asks how much a little taste is. "Wow, you really like him. Don't you?" I say looking at Allison, "Well, he's just different.." more than you know tuts, "When I first moved here I had a plan, no boyfriends till college. I just moved too much. But then I met him and he was different. I don't know. I can't explain it." Allison continues which low-key made my heart smile but I decided to be the dork I am. "I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine." Which cause a very weird laugh and what? The bell rings just as Lydia tells Allison she'll tell her what to do. "I have to go to History." I say giving the girls a hug before running to class. I walk in as Mr. Westover starts handing out our tests. I take my seat beside Stiles. (S: Stiles, Sc: Scott, H: Hope, <?>: Hope's thoughts.)

S: If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?
Sc: I don't know.
H: Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?
Sc: I don't know.
S + H: Does Allison's dad know about the...
Sc: I DON'T KNOW.
H: <Yes, A+> Dude, you need to study more.
S: That was a joke. Scott, it's one test.
H: Yeah, you can make it up.
S: Do you want help studying?
Sc: No, I'm studying with Allison after school today.
S: That's my boy.
Sc: We're just studying.
S: Uh-uh. No, you're not.
H: No, he's not?
Sc: Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through him. If you go her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to god I'll have you de-balled.
H: Jesus Stiles calm down.
Sc: Hope, has Allison mentioned anything about it?
H: That's confidential between besties.
S: Hope!
H: All I'm saying is that Lydia compared studying to a hot tub. Eventually someone cops a feel.
Sc: Didn't you and Stiles study the other night?
S: God Scott, nothing happened we're just friends. You and Allison are dating.
Sc: Okay. Just stop with the questions, both of you.
H: Done. No more questions.
S: No more talk about the Alpha or Derek.
H: Especially Derek, who terrifies me.

The final bell rang. I rushed out to find Stiles as he's my ride home. I spot the famous blue jeep just as it's horn blows. My eyes widen as I see Derek standing in front of Stiles Jeep. I rush over along with Scott. "What are you doing here?" Scott asks, I survey Dereks body to see blood on his hand and his face white. He informs us he was shot. "Why aren't you healing?" I ask scooping down to his level, he tell us he was shot by a different kind of bullet which Stiles immediately replies "A silver bullet?" Which results in Derek calling him an idiot. Derek and Scott talked for another 2 minutes before we get him up and put him in Stiles' Jeep. I hop into the backseat before Stiles takes off.

"Text Scott if he's found it yet." Stiles asks me, I do as asked before telling the bad news, "He needs more time." (S: Stiles, D: Derek, H: Hope)
S: Try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?
H: Stiles!
S: We're almost there.
H: Almost where?
S: His house.
D: What? No, you can't take me there.
S: I can't take you to your own house?
D: Not while I can't protect myself.
(Stiles pulls over)
S: What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm?
H: Are you dying?
D: Not yet. I have a last resort.
S: What do you mean? What last resort?
(Derek reveals his bullet wound)
H: Oh, my God, what is that?
S: Ugh, is that contagious? You know what you should probably just get out.
D: Start the car. Now.
S: I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look.
H: Stiles just do what he says, please.
D: Yes Stiles, listen to your girlfriend.
S: She's not my girlfriend! In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.
D: Start the car or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth.
(Stiles starts the car)

We were driving around for another hour before Stiles pulls over once again this time calling Scott. He asks where to bring him and informs him Derek smells like death, Scott told us to bring him to the animal clinic. Deaton would be gone by now and I have my keys with me. Once we arrive and get into the clinic, Stiles asks if Nordic blue monkshood means anything to Derek. "It's a rare form of wolfsbane. Scott needs to bring us that bullet." I tell Stiles which caused a confused look from him, "Why?" Derek tells him he'll die without the bullet. "How do you know this stuff?" Derek asks, it's not like you can find this stuff online, "it was in my mother's journal." I explain. "Your mother? Wait, you're Ann and Michael Adams daughter?" I nod sadly. "Do you remember Cora?" Derek asks which resulted in me sharing another nod, "Yeah, we were best friends when we were little. I'm really sorry for your loss Derek." He smiles, the three of us move into the exam room. Derek takes off his shirt exposing his wound and his six pack. "You know that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles tries to be optimistic but Derek immediately informs him once the infection reaches his heart he will die. Stiles responds with a sassy comment before Derek finally told us his last resort.