All We Are

Chapter 9

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. I feel like this should go without saying but just in case, I do use dialogue from the show, when a scene I'm writing calls for it. I try to make sure Charlie has her own original voice to contribute and doesn't steal anyone else's lines (I did give her Stiles'
"they call him the abomination" line). Anyways I'm sure you all already knew this but there you go. This is one of my favorite chapters, I hope you all love it too!

CHAPTER NINE

"I'm not sure what Scott's told you, Charlie, but I don't condone violence."

"I know that's why I came to you," I told him leaning against the counter.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Look Derek is cooking something up besides acne-faced werewolves. We're trying to get that Bestiary thing, but we're pretty sure Derek's going to be getting in the way. Scott's gonna be on the field trying NOT to wolf out in front of Gerard. Stiles is gonna try and sneak into his office to hunt it down. So that leaves me on werewolf-sitting duty and I don't know if you know this, but I can't exactly grow groovy sideburns and fangs!"

"So what is it you're looking for?" He asked arms crossed.

I thought for a second.

"I don't know, you don't have any werewolf strength pepper-spray lying around do you?" I asked sarcastically.

Deaton smiled.

"Not exactly no, but I think I can make you something similar if you don't mind waiting. "

"Could you give me a ride back to the school?" Deaton smiled.

I took that as a yes and ran out to Matt's car.

"Hey sorry, uh Ca-Crookshanks isn't doing so well. Dr. Deaton's letting me stay with hi- with her a little while longer and he's going to bring me back to school. I'm sorry I held you up but thanks again for the ride."

Matt looked disappointed.

"Are you sure, I don't mind waiting-" he said.

"No, go ahead, I don't want to make you late."

"It's just gym"

"I'll be alright Matt, Dr. Deaton is an old friend."

Well, he was old and Scott's friend, right? Matt sighed.

"Okay, I hope Crookshanks gets better." He told me, before driving off.

I ran back inside to Deaton's operating room.

"Why didn't you ask your friend Allison? I'm sure she would have had something similar to what you were wanting." Deaton asked as he searched through several vials of herbs before he found the one he wanted.

"Nothing against Allison, I just- I don't want anything associated with Hunters." I said sitting on the stool.

Deaton was grinding the herb to a pulp and measuring the dust.

"I'm glad to hear it. You're not meant to be a fighter, human or otherwise."

I started to argue with him. Just because I didn't want to severely maim anybody didn't mean I couldn't scrap when I had to, just ask Stiles. Deaton chuckled at my expression.

"That was supposed to be a compliment, Charlie." He said adding the measured dust into a bottle and a filling it with water.

"So what am I meant to be? Some sort of Mage like you? A side-kick?" I asked as he shook the bottle up.

"You're meant to be Charlie." He said, I looked down and noticed what he handed me, a spray-bottle, perfect.

"What's in there?" I asked.