Magic Bullet (Derek & Stiles)

Stiles just stood there watching Derek. He was confused as to what Derek was doing, and at the same time he just wanted to go home and get some rest. All of this werewolf crap is really tiring. "Well, that was nice. Can I go now?"

Derek gained his balanced, and stood up. "Not without giving me a ride first." He smirks and removes the elastic band from around his arm. He walks over to his shirt and puts it back on.

Stiles leaned his head back and sighed. "Are you serious?! Can't you just run home. Exercise will do you go big guy." He patted Derek on the shoulder and then walked outside to his jeep. 'Please just go away..." He thought to himself as he walked.

Derek rolled his eyes. "Fine." He watched as Stiles left and he did the same. This was the last time he asked Stiles for help. 'I actually asked someone for help..' he sighed. Life is so fucked up. He walks out of the clinic, hoping to never go back there again.