From London Teen Wolf Fanfiction

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AN: I apologise in advance that this story will be going off on its own storyline and not following 3B (Even though 3B IS AMAZING)

"Vicky" Deaton greeted the girl with a smile as she walked into the clinic, she was followed by Scott and Stiles who he greeted in the same manner. "If you'd follow me". The blonde looked back at her friends before following the vet into the back room, everyone crowded around Deaton's laptop placed on the examination table. "Just remember these are not accurate and cannot actually show how strong you could be" Deaton warned the teen.

"I know" Vicky smiled, she looked at zoomed in images of her blood cells.

"These are your cells, in between these are what genetic materials that allow your powers to manifest" Deaton explained, "these little flecks" he pointed to small dots on the screen, "are what makes you stronger" he pointed to lightly coloured ones, "and this is gold that still is currently still in your system"

"what about those?" Stiles pointed to misshapen discs dotted around the screen, they were darker than the blood cells.

"I wasn't sure about those" Deaton admitted, "I've never seen them on something other than; but its nothing to worry about"

Vicky glanced at Scott before replying to the vet. "You're lying" she said, more forcefully than she probably meant, but he was hiding something. She felt a hand on her arm, Scott heard her heartrate rise and wanted to calm her down.

"These little cells are seen in people like Scott" Deaton said slowly, as if unsure about how to word it.

"Werewolves?" Stiles asked, he had his mouth open in shock, "so, what, what does that make Vicky?"

"They look dormant" Deaton pointed out, "which means there could be werewolf genes in your family but you're not one"

Vicky rubbed her head at this reveal, she wasn't sure how to react, "so, I've got werewolf genes; but they're dormant"

Deaton nodded, he seemed relieved at the blonde's response. His eyes travelled to the clock on the wall behind the teens, "aren't you meant to be at school?"

"Crap" Scott said as he realised the time, he and Stiles moved towards the door as Vicky stayed looking at the screen. Her eyes met Deaton's, and she knew that he knew more than he was letting on. "Vicky" Scott called, snapping her out of her revive, she thanked the vet and walked out to her best friends.

Vicky unlocked the Skyline, Scott noticed she had been using more since her encounter with his dad. She leant on the hood and smiled at Stiles, "I'll race you?"

Stiles who was about to get into his Jeep smirked, Scott shook his head, "not a chance" he said as he got into the passenger seat. Vicky pouted at him and got into her car.

She stayed behind the Jeep as an unknown number rang her, she was still smiling when she answered the call, "hello?"

"Your werewolf boyfriend is in danger" a cracked voice told her.

"What?" Vicky asked, her smile dropped, "where is he?"

"He's in danger" the voice said, "you need to find out where he is otherwise"

"What?" Vicky nearly growled

"He'll be a dead werewolf" the line went dead straight after that, Vicky huffed and overtook the Jeep and sped off towards the school; she knew who exactly she would need to speak to.

Scott and Stiles got out of the Jeep as they saw Vicky storm up towards the bleachers, they looked at each other and rushed after her. As soon as they saw a familiar figure sat on the bleachers, they knew something was seriously wrong.