Authors Notes:/ This is a drabble from a fanfiction I started before Season 3 even started. I figured it wouldn't hurt to post it and see if there was any interest. I figured this is just enough for an introduction.

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There was an unexpected silence in the heart of the forest that Rachel had disappeared into. Even the usual pitter patter of her footsteps had been absorbed by the damp ground. Normally she wouldn't have been fazed, the oddities of nature were something she'd grown used to, but something was off. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" It was the first time the silence had been broken in what felt like hours but Rachel wasn't particularly fond of the noise nor the thing that had produced it. The man who'd appeared took a step forward, his teeth gleaming showily as he smiled. "Didn't your mommy ever tell you that it's dangerous for pretty girls to run around in a forest full of wolves?"

"Planning on eating my grandmother, too?" She questioned, refusing to step away when he began bridging the gap between them. If she'd learned anything from her father it was that most predators liked the chase more than the meal.

"That depends." He chuckled, "Is she a hot grandma?"

"Only if you're into corpses." Rachel had managed to keep her breathing even, her eyes never leaving his as he rocked back and forth on his heels in amusement.

"You know, most teenage girls aren't this calm about meeting strangers so far away from home." The sound of a frantic heartbeat gave away what her face wouldn't; she was scared. Paralyzingly so but she kept her cool well enough to be entertaining and he liked that… he liked her. The way her veins pulsed so visibly beneath her ivory skin, or the way her bottom lip was stuck in a perpetual state of poutiness, but more than anything he liked the way she blindly hated him. It was instinct and it was powerful. "You'd be a valuable asset and a pretty trinket even if you weren't."

Civilization wasn't within screaming distance and even if her voice managed to carry that far chances were she'd be dead before it could do any good. Deaton had known more than he'd told her when he asked for her to stay in town. "Well, if we're done here..."

"We aren't."

"Yes. You are." From somewhere even deeper within the depths of Beacon Hills another man had emerged, younger but just as entitled. Rachel's eyes widened as they made contact with his and she quickly beckoned for his assistance with a less than casual head jerk. Hands in the pockets of his worn jeans he crossed the invisible line that had been drawn, safely inserting himself between her and the threat. "Now why don't you leave voluntarily so I don't have to make you."

The standoff seemed reminiscent of an old western movie but Rachel kept tight lipped for the duration of it, moving only when she was pushed back farther behind the newcomer. For a moment the older man seemed to contemplate whether or not the cause was worth a fight but ultimately decided against it. "I'll see you around, Riding Hood." He breathed, throwing a wink her way before slinking back between the trees and out of sight.

Taking a moment to relax she regained function of her motor skills, attempting to thank her savior before hightailing it back to the Doc but instead of the pleasant thank you she'd been planning all Rachel managed was a "Tha-" before being forcibly shoved towards town. "Jesus, I'm going." She exclaimed, smirking a bit when she realized that he was trailing just slightly behind. "I'm Rachel, by the way."

"Yeah?" He questioned. "Well your name should be 'Idiot who's going to get herself killed'."

Rachel laughed. "Yeah, but that would be a lot harder to remember."