Old Friends
Guardian Angel: Chapter Two
Teen Wolf x Stilinski! Reader
Word count: 2,326
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A/N: I know I said I’d post this on Mondays, but then I wrote ten chapters in less than a week, so here we are.
The last thing Derek wanted to do was ask for your help with the mystery alpha. Stiles had mentioned that you were in the loop on the supernatural after Scott got the bite, but he didn’t know where the two of you stood. You’d been good friends in high school; you’d even met his family, who all loved you. Peter was even nice to you, which was something of an accomplishment. When his house burned down and most of his family died, he left town with Laura. He hadn’t given you much of a goodbye and now that he was back, he was nervous to approach you.
He was forced to push aside those nerves when Kate Argent arrived in town and shot him with a wolfsbane bullet. He tried finding Scott first, but had a hard time with it and lucked out finding you first. You had driven Stiles to school that morning to make sure he actually went rather than spending the day disappointing your dad, and had come back that afternoon to pick him up. You had just caught sight of him approaching your car when Derek came stumbling into your hood, leaving Stiles to sigh in exasperation and throw up his hands.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me. This guy’s everywhere!”
Derek crumpled to the pavement and you jumped out of your car to help. Scott ran over as well, kneeling down beside him.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was shot.”
You looked over him quickly and furrowed your brow.
“He’s not looking good, guys.”
Scott frowned at him as you started to help him up.
“Why aren’t you healing?”
“Not the time, Scott. Stiles, open the door.”
You got Derek to his feet as Stiles ran around to open the back door of your car. Derek groaned again and tried to steady himself as his eyes flashed bright blue.
“What are you doing? Stop that!”
Scott looked around as you forced Derek closer to the backseat.
“I’m trying to tell you- I can’t.”
You were quickly running out of patience.
“Scott, you said you heard the one who shot him say something about forty-eight hours, right?”
“Yeah.”
Derek slumped into the backseat and you waited a second to close the door when he raised his hand.
“I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.”
“How do you expect me to do that?”
“She’s an Argent. She’s with them.”
“Why should I help you?”
You shut the door before Derek could answer and gave Scott a harsh glare.
“You’re going to help him because he asked you to. Scott, I don’t care what problems you have with him. I’m not letting him bleed all over my car for nothing, so go.”
He nodded slightly.
“I’ll try. But I can’t make any promises.”
Scott’s eyes landed on Allison across the parking lot and he waved you and Stiles along.
“Get him out of here.”
“I hate you so much for this.”
Stiles glared at Scott for just a second before climbing into the passenger’s seat and waiting for you to start the car again. You gave a slight wave on your way out of the parking lot and tried to put your faith in Scott.
Your first instinct was to take Derek back to his old house, which Stiles had confirmed he was still living in. The only sounds in the car were the werewolf’s intermittent groans of pain. Stiles tried to distract himself as you pushed the speed limit to get there in time.
“Keep it together, Hale. We’ll be there soon.”
“Where?”
“Your house.” Stiles answered for you.
Derek tried to sit up and moaned as he dropped back down. Your eyes flickered back to meet his in the rearview mirror.
“What?”
“You can’t take me there.”
“I can’t take you to your own house?”
“Not when I can’t protect myself.”
You sighed heavily and stopped on the side of the road.
“What happens if Scott can’t find the bullet? Are you dying, Derek?”
“Not yet. I have a last resort.”
“What do you mean?” Stiles turned around to look at Derek quizzically. “What last resort?”
You both gagged at the sight of Derek’s still bleeding wound and you turned back around, gripping the steering wheel and taking a deep breath to settle your nerves.
“Call Scott, please.”
Stiles did as you asked and five minutes later you were changing route to the animal clinic. Derek and Stiles were arguing the whole way and while you were on the verge of ripping your hair out over it, you considered it a good thing that Derek was well enough to be annoyed with your brother.
You let Derek drop down by a kennel just outside the door to the animal clinic when Stiles checked his phone and raised an eyebrow.
“Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?”
“It’s a rare form of wolfsbane.”
Derek mustered up the energy to stare at you and your brother did the same.
“What? I took a botany class in college.”
Derek decided to focus on that later and instead spoke to Stiles.
“He needs to bring me the bullet.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m gonna die without it.”
You both hurried to get Derek inside and he leaned heavily on the table in the middle of the room. His breathing was getting more labored as the minutes passed without an update from Scott. You tried to keep your mind off the possibility of your old friend dying in front of you as Stiles wandered around the room fiddling with anything he could get his hands on.
“Okay, I have to ask. If Scott doesn’t get here in time, what’s your last resort?”
“One of you will have to cut off my arm.”
He said it in such a deadpan tone that you almost thought he was joking.
“I’m sorry. What? No one is cutting off anyone’s arm!”
Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed the saw from its drawer.
“What if you bleed to death? I’m not prepared to deal with a dead body tonight.”
“It’ll heal,” Derek sounded indignant. “If it works…”
You threw your hands up and looked at Stiles, who was completely on your side.
“I don’t think we could do that…”
“Why not?”
“Well, because of the sawing through the flesh…”
“The cutting of the bone…”
“And the blood!”
Derek looked up from the tourniquet he was tying with a vaguely incredulous expression.
“You both faint at the sight of blood?”
“No, but we might at the sight of a chopped off arm!”
He sighed heavily, knowing that arguing with the two of you was doing no good. He’d rarely been able to win arguments with you as teenagers and you clearly hadn’t gotten any less stubborn since then.
“How about this… you cut off my arm, or I cut off yours.”
You glared at him.
“No more threats, Hale. You’re barely standing right now and I doubt you’re gonna get better in the next two minutes. Just hold on, Scott will be here soon.”
Five minutes later, there was still no sign of Scott. Derek keeled over and vomited, splattering a thick black liquid all over the floor.
“Oh, what is that?”
“It’s my body… trying to heal itself…”
“Well it’s not doing a very good job of it.”
Derek let his head rest on the table as he looked up at you desperately.
“Now. You gotta do it now.”
“I really don’t think I can-”
“Just do it!”
Stiles grabbed the saw and tried to psych himself up while you shuffled back and closed your eyes. Just as Stiles prepared to start up the saw, Scott came running in.
“Stiles! Y/N!”
He stopped in the doorway to stare. You were huddled in the corner with your eyes shut tight, every muscle in your body tensed up. Stiles was across the table from Derek with the saw, terrified at the thought of actually amputating the irritable werewolf’s arm while the werewolf in question looked ready to pass out.
“What are you doing?”
Stiles dropped the saw and ran a hand over his face as you relaxed slightly and sighed in relief.
“You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.”
“Did you get it, Scott?”
You brought Stiles back on track and Scott nodded, grabbing the bullet from his pocket and handing it to Derek.
“What are you gonna do with it?”
Your question was met with a thud as he finally collapsed. All three of you dropped to the floor around him and tried to wake him up. While Scott grabbed the bullet from where it had rolled away, Stiles shook Derek and called his name. When he still wouldn’t wake up, you shuffled closer.
“Forgive me for this, Derek.”
You curled your hand into a fist and punched him in the face as hard as you could. It worked and he shot up a bit, gladly accepting the help back to his feet. Derek quickly ripped apart the bullet and dumped the wolfsbane onto the counter. He grabbed a lighter from his pocket but his hands kept shaking, so you snatched it from his loose grasp and lit the little pile for him. Once the smoke started to fade, he gathered the ashes in his hand and slapped it onto the open wound on his arm. He took a second to rub it in, then collapsed to the floor again, writhing and shouting in pain as the wound finally healed.
When the pain started to fade, he sat back up. You knelt down beside him, looking him over to be sure he was okay as the boys watched behind you.
“That… was… awesome!”
Stiles pumped a fist in the air as you looked back at him.
“Stiles…”
“Are you okay now?”
Scott still looked worried as you helped Derek to his feet.
“Other than the agonizing pain…”
You nudged his arm. Now was not really the time for sarcasm.
“Let’s just get you somewhere safe where you can rest.”
Unfortunately, Scott wasn’t done yet.
“We saved your life, so you’re gonna leave us alone now. Got that?”
“Scott.”
“Because if you don’t, I’ll just go back to Allison’s dad and tell him everything-”
“You’d trust them? Really? You honestly think they can or will help you?”
“Why not? They’ve been a lot nicer than you.”
You recognized the look in Derek’s eyes. The pain and anger that the boys couldn’t understand.
“I’ll show you how nice they are.”
You made Stiles stay in the car while you and Derek took Scott to see Peter. He wasn’t happy about it, but you made him promise to wait, so he did. You followed beside Derek while Scott trailed behind and looked around the hallways. When Derek slipped into a room, Scott followed and you closed the door behind you.
“Who is he?”
You and Derek had the same sad expression on your faces. Scott hadn’t thought until that moment that the two of you could be anything alike.
“My uncle.”
“Peter Hale.”
“Is he a werewolf too?”
“He was.”
Derek took a deep breath and you explained for him.
“Six years ago, while Derek and Laura were at school, their house caught fire. Of the eleven people inside, Peter was the only survivor.”
“What makes you so sure it was the Argents?”
Derek glanced at you and thought of how things might have been different if you’d known what he was then.
“They were the only ones who knew about us.”
“Well… then they must have had a reason.”
You shook your head sadly.
“What reason could possibly justify this, Scott? I knew the Hales; they were good people.”
“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. This is what they do. And it’s what Allison will do.”
A nurse caught your attention and forced you all to leave then. You let Scott go ahead to the car, undoubtedly intending to fill Stiles in. Derek looked over to you again as the front door closed behind you.
“Thanks for your help today.”
“I didn’t do much, other than let you bleed on my back seat.”
“You did more than that.”
You offered a lazy smile that took him right back to high school.
“Either way, I’m glad to help.”
“Even when you don’t have to.”
“Hey. Once my friend, always my friend. If you need me, I’ll be around.”
“I don’t think you’ll want to be. Not for this.”
“I was there for you when Paige died. I was there for the fire until you left. I’ll be here for whatever werewolf business comes next. Think of me as your guardian angel.”
Derek had said the same thing once, when you first met. One of the other basketball players had been giving you a hard time, stealing your books when you tried to study and shoving your lunch onto the floor. When Derek saw it, he taught the kid a lesson and stuck with you for two weeks, walking you from class to class and sitting with you at lunch. You tried to tell him you were fine, but he insisted, telling you to consider him your own personal guardian angel.
“I think I’ll need one by the time this is over.”
“For now, just aim for some sleep. I’ll see you soon.”
You nudged his shoulder and smiled one last time before turning to see Stiles hanging his head out the window and looking thoroughly annoyed about waiting. Scott had climbed into the back seat, so you dropped him off at his house before going home. Stiles forced back the questions he wanted to ask you and instead went to his room for the night. You figured you’d have to open up about Derek eventually, but it could wait for now.
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