Rebuilding Bridges (teen wolf fanfic)

Somewhat Answered Questions

Derek’s face slightly softened as he let go of my arm. “How…”

“No! I’m the one who should be asking the questions around here!” I scolded, disappointed by his reaction to our little family reunion. “Like why I can’t remember anything, or why you just completely ditched me, or why I wasn’t allowed to know that I’m related to werewolves!” I said, my voice getting angrier with each syllable.

“How do you know about that? And how did you get here anyway?” He said, staring me down to answer his questions and completely ignoring mine.

“I uh…” I stuttered not wanting to involve Scott and Stiles.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows and finally noticed the car behind me. I guess he knew who owned the car because he let out a growl and shook his head. “Those idiots. I’m going to kill them.”

“It’s not their fault! They’re the ones who actually helped me!” I yelled.

“How? By bringing you into a town full of werewolves?! You need to go back home and back to your family where it’s safe!” He yelled back.

“I thought you were my family.” I whispered, looking down at the ground trying to hold back my tears. Not the reunion I was expecting.

Derek looked at me as he clenched his jaw, thinking deeply. “Come with me.” He said as he turned around and started walking.

I refused to move. “I’m not leaving here until you give me some answers, like why I can’t remember you.” I stated stubbornly as I stomped my foot and crossed my arms.

He sighed frustrated and turned back to me. “I’ll explain everything when we’re not out in the open.” He muttered as he looked around swiftly keeping an eye out for who knows what.

I looked at him in confusion. “Why would we need to…”

“Clara!” Stiles exclaimed as he and Scott ran towards me from the other side of the parking lot. “We’ve been looking everywhere…” Stiles started to say but stopped when he saw who I was with. Scott however did not seem surprised at all. Must be werewolfie senses or something. “Oh Derek. How are you my good man? Looks like you’ve been eating your protein and could…easily…kick my ass.” Stiles stuttered nervously.

Derek turned to both of them angrily. “BOTH of you are DEAD! But before I break both of your necks we need to leave now!” He stated in an intimidating tone.

“Why?” Scott asked a little on edge; as if he felt danger start to approach.

“Peter…may still be alive.” Derek said, his voice filled with stress and anxiousness.

“What!!?!?! You’ve got to be kidding me?! Don’t you guys ever die!?!” Stiles yelled in panic.

“Peter?” I asked confused.

Derek suddenly reached behind me and opened Stiles back door and guided me inside. “Our Uncle.” He said as he shut the door and went around the car opening the other back door and sliding in right next to me. Scott and Stiles followed and entered the car and started it up. “Head back to the house.” Derek ordered. Stiles put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot already knowing how to get to the destination although Derek didn’t specify as to what house he was talking about. This is Beacon Hills for goodness sake, there are hundreds of houses.

There was silence for a good five minutes. Stiles focused on driving, Scott looked like he was in deep thought and Derek kept turning to look at me every few seconds, as if, if he didn’t look then I would disappear. After another two minutes Scott finally broke the ice. “How do you know he’s alive?” Scott asked worriedly.

“I told you I’m not one hundred percent positive, but his grave was broken into; so his body was moved or he came back to life.”

“How could he have come back to life?” Scott asked, trying to wrap his brain around someone coming back from the dead. I couldn’t blame him, I was trying to do the same thing.

“Don’t you think I haven’t been trying to figure that out! It makes no sense!” Derek said, raising his voice.

“Wait, I don’t get it.” I spoke up. “He’s our uncle. Shouldn’t you be happy that he may be alive?”

“No.” Derek stated simply. “He’s a murderer.”

“And a tyrant.” Scott spoke up.

“And a douche.” Stiles chimed in.

‘Oh, yeah.’ I thought as I remembered what Scott told me earlier about my Uncle being the alpha and killing people. Stiles pulled up to a very old and very damaged house in the middle of the woods. I looked around and noticed that it is the only house for what seemed like miles. The guys got out of the car and I followed; my eyes never leaving the house. This house looks so familiar, it almost felt like…home.

“Do you remember?” Derek asked curiously, his eyes studying my face.

“It looks so familiar.” I whispered looking at him.

“It should, you used to live here.” Derek said as he led us into the house. I looked around in awe, walking into different rooms and although every room was severely damaged I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I belonged here. “You still live here?” I asked sadly, not understanding how someone could still live here where every room was practically rubble.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” Derek explained as he watched me as I looked around.

“Okay, we’re here now so why don’t you stop standing around and let us in on everything you’re not telling us!” Stiles said angrily. Derek growled as his eyes flashed red, which startled me. Stiles I guess was also started because he backed up quickly and squeaked. “Please.”

Derek sat down on one of the old withering steps and stared at me. “I had to do it. For your protection.” I stood there in silence and waited for him to continue. “The Argents…” He started, but stopped when he saw the confusion on my face. “They hunt werewolves. They started the fire that did all of this.” He said, moving his hands to show all of the damage to the house. “I was heading to school, and then ran back here when I smelt the smoke. When I came back to the house, the fire was spreading fast. I ran inside and found you hiding in a closet. I could hear the Argents surrounding the house, so I ran with you into the woods as fast as I could, but before we were in the clear one of the hunters shot you in the stomach.  You were bleeding out too much; I brought you to the only person I could think of at the time.”

“You brought her to Deaton.” Scott said simply, although as he said it he still sounded confused.

Derek nodded. “I couldn’t bring you to the hospital. That would be the first place that the Argents would have looked. When Deaton patched you up, he said that you weren’t safe here. He knew a couple a few towns over who knew about the supernatural and could keep you away from the hunters.”

“But that still doesn’t explain why I don’t remember anything.” I said, trying to take it all in.

“Deaton slipped something into your IV to help you forget everything; give you a clean slate.” I gave him an angry look and before I could say anything he continued. “It was necessary. You were stubborn, and from the looks of it you still are. You would have wanted to stay with me and you couldn’t. For all the Argents knew, you were dead so their next target was me. There was no way that I was going to bring you into all of that danger again. It was better for you this way.”

“Well I’m in it now, so how do I get my memories back.” I said, crossing my arms.

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask the person who made you forget to begin with.”

“Alright.” Stiles said, as he pulled out his keys from his pocket. “Next stop ; Deaton’s.”

thanks guys so much for reading!!! sorry its taken me so long to update! i own nothing of teen wolf only the characters i made up xx :) Im also not completely sticking with the storyline of the show, hope that doesnt persuade you guys not to continue on. xxx