A/N: KNOCK KNOCK. Alright, I've been offline for awhile cause I've got a pretty full schedule here right now. But I'll keep on trying to update as often as I can. Also: I love it that people are reading, favoriting and following this. But a comment in between would be nice. Tell me what what you like about it? What I could do better?
This kind of takes place after the scene in Claire's school that Artie showed Claudia in Secret Services.
KTF CLM
11.09.1999, Minnesota, Claire's High School.
Artie was officially exhausted and annoyed by this case. He was sorry for the girl and her family but he didn't know what to do anymore. He couldn't just walk in there and take the artifact. He had to admit, after what he'd seen today he was scared of the redhead.
The whole class room lay in chaos now. The students were anxious and the teacher was traumatized. And it seemed so was Claire.
He wasn't sure how much she remembered from what she did while she had her outburst. He didn't even know if it was her first accident of this kind. A telekinesis attack wasn't exactly a case for the local police or a doctor. Not a normal one at least. For Vanessa maybe.
Artie sighed. His thoughts kept finding the corner in his mind where he tried to hide his growing feelings for the Warehouse-Doctor. But he had other things to worry about right now.
Like the telekinetic teen tornado that was now leaving the building with her parents. Her father had an arm around her and softly stroke her shoulder.
Her mother walked in front of them. It was clear to the agents in the car that Catherine didn't want her daughter to see her expression right now.
The blonde looked stressed, exhausted, confused. She seemed to be switching moods between sad, angry and scared.
Understandable, considering what her family was going through. Other parents get called to the school because their kids said words they shouldn't have. Or because a conflict got out of control. Or because of food fights, graffiti pictures or smaller crimes like stealing a pen.
But not because their usually so peaceful, nice daughter accidentally nearly killed a dozen students and destroyed a whole class room with her thoughts simply because someone pulled the trigger on her nerves and made her angry.
At the beginning they we're worried that Claudia had too much fantasy, but after what Joshua told them they regretted that they didn't believe her. Somehow the youngest of the siblings knew what was going to happen.
Except of course that she was convinced that a wooden antiquity was the reason for all of this. Because really, that was ridiculous. Right?
Frederic and Nielsen watched the three of them as they got into the car. After they drove away the Warehouse-Employees got out of Artie's El Camino and walked towards the school building.
They decided to pay the crime scene a visit before they would go back to their research about Claire and her favourite killer weapon.
They knew that she never wanted to hurt anybody. But that's exactly what she'd do if they wouldn't stop her. Artie just hoped they would be fast enough.
"Hey, what are you two doing here?"
Arthur and Irene turned around in the middle of an aisle to see the man who had just spoken. Tall, athletic, in his later thirties, a few bright blonde hairs on his head. Probably a PE teacher or a sports coach.
"Arthur?", Mrs Frederic asked calmly. The other agent nodded.
She turned to go into the class room that was just a few steps away now. An action that the coach totally disliked.
"Hey! Wait! Who are you?"
Artie presented the stranger his best fake grin.
"You don't have to worry about us."
He pulled his Tesla gun out of his bag.
"Wait, what's that?"
Before the guy knew what was happening Artie had already pulled the trigger and the coach fell to the ground.
"Nice dreams."
When he turned around Irene already came back. Her expression rarely said anything about what the woman found or didn't find. So Nielsen decided to ask.
"Did you find anything helpful?"
"Just this.", she replied and showed him a piece of paper. The only thing that was written on it were two simple letters. FF.
11.09.1999, The Donovan Household.
Claire sat in her room. She didn't know what to do. She could barely remember what she had done. But this time someone could've died. The redhead could have killed somebody and she couldn't have done anything about it.
She thought she had this under control. But now even the few memories she had from her actions at school today scared her like nothing else ever did.
The idea that she could have killed a person gave her the chills. She felt like a monster. Why did it have to be her? Claire was afraid of how people would react if they found out about this.
She was sorry that she had shown off her little sister as crazy just so they would leave her box alone. The wooden treasure had become a part of herself. And by now even that thought creeped her out.
She decided that she should at least apologize to her parents. The teen stood up and went downstairs.
Claudia was sitting at the desk in her room, deep in her thoughts about what little her brother had told her about his tasks in college, when she heard Claire's door open and close. That was followed by the noise of someone walking down the stairs.
They brunette knew that this could be her only chance. She had been waiting for her sister to leave the box out of her sight for a moment.
The girl quietly made her ways into the redhead's room and spotted the object she had been looking for on her sister's bed. She quickly rushed forward and grabbed the box from the pillow.
Grinning she held the antiquity close to her small chest and walked back into her own room, locking the door behind her.
She considered a couple of places to hide it before she decided to simply put it under her bed. She walked over to a corner if her room and pulled a couple of crates towards the bed. Then she pushed the crates underneath the bed. Now it would take long enough for Claire to find and get this stupid piece of wood. Hopefully she'd never get so close to this thing again.
Meanwhile downstairs Claire stopped mid-way to the living room when she overheard a conversation between her parents.
"John, I don't like that idea either. But what if something like today happens again?"
"We can't just lock our daughter up somewhere! That's not a solution!"
"I know. And it's only temporary. Only till we know how to help her."
"We haven't even tried to help her yet!"
"She can't stay here! I love her as much as you do, but we can't pretend this is all perfectly normal!"
"I know it's not, Cat. But we have to think about her too."
"I am, John! That's why I'm doing this. I want this for her."
Claire's heart was beating a marathon. They wouldn't send her away, would they?
Her father sighed. "I guess you're right. But not longer than absolutely necessary!"
As his words sank in the redhead felt like she forgot how to breathe. She turned around and ran back into her room, only to find the one thing that could calm her now missing.
