Rebuilding Bridges (teen wolf fanfic)

Sticking Around for the Ride

We parked in front of an empty veterinary office. The light in front of the main door was flickering creepily on and off. I looked around and saw no houses or even apartment buildings around. "I thought we were going to Deaton's?" I asked in confusion.

"We are at Deaton's." Derek said in the usual angry monotone that he's being speaking since I met him....well reunited with him.

"He lives in a vet clinic?" I asked skeptically. "Talk about bringing your work home with you." I mumbled under my breath, which resulted in a chuckle from Scott. I mentally slapped myself. I really need to remember that they have supersonic hearing. We all got out of the car and started heading towards the front door, which front light continued to flicker creepily. Stiles walked next to me and I lightly grabbed his arm, making him stop in his tracks. "He uh....isn't like a mad scientist....or like a vampire or something is he?" I asked nervously.

Stiles laughed loudly. "No. Don't worry he's.....well he uh....." He suddenly furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Well I don't really know what he is really. Guess we should figure that out soon, huh?" He continued with a chuckle. I gave him an uncertain look, not liking the sound of that. "Don't sweat it, he's one of the good guys. And even if he wasn't I would protect you." He said with a wink.

Derek, who was ahead of us with Scott, let out a scoff. Stiles made a face at him and rolled his eyes. "I saw that." Derek said annoyed causing Stiles to look startled and stop his weird face making.

Scott opened the door for us as we all walked in. I looked around and my nerves started to lessen. It looked like a normal vet clinic; no creepy coffins, or medieval weapons hanging on the wall. "Deaton!" Scott called out.

Suddenly a tall bald man walked out from what I would assume was the back of the office. He seemed pleasant enough as he looked around to look at each of us. When his eyes landed on me he stopped, his eyes surprised but his face still calm and collected. "Clara." He said, his voice mimicking his eyes. "What a surprise seeing you here."

I already knew that he was the one who got rid of my memory, but it was still a shock to see familiarity in his face when I looked at him and all I saw was a complete stranger. "You remember me?" I asked in awe.

"Of course. It's not everyday someone stumbles upon a girl such as yourself."

I could feel confusing filling my face as I tried to figure out the meaning of what he said. Before I could ask what he meant by that Scott began to speak. "We're here to get Clara's memory back." He said matter of fact.

"It's not that simple." Deaton replied.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I had to prepare a special mixture that would be able to break through your protection mechanism." He explained as if I had any clue what he was talking about. He could tell that I was completely lost so he continued to explain. "You have a ..." He stopped trying to come up with the right words. "...a certain magic about you."

"Magic?" I scoffed.

"For a lack of a better word." He said before continuing. "It makes you immune to the bite, or the certain gene that can turn you into a werewolf; that's why you were born human even though both of your parents were werewolves. But your defense doesn't just do that. While observing you as a child it almost seemed like you were....always aware. Like you could somehow sense when danger was coming."

I shook my head. "But I can't do that now. I've never been able to sense danger." I asked confused, trying to wrap my head around everything that he was telling me.

"Not that you can't, maybe you've just forgotten how to channel it." Deaton explained wisely. Wow, he sounds like yoda, or like a Charles Xavier or something. How does he even know all of this stuff is there a werewolf school that I wasn't aware of?