Chapter Ten: Keeping Her Safe

Leaving the room, he walked down the hall, his head spinning with the question she had asked. Why would she know Peter Hale? How could she come to know his name? Possibly she saw it when she rose from the dead, or maybe she heard about him in the newspaper? Questions filled his mind, overflowing as he pushed open the hospital door, going to Stiles' jeep.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked as he saw Scott begin to rub him temple, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

"You know that friend I was talking about?" Scott asked as he turned away from his temple, taking his seat belt in his left hand.

"Clara, right? You mentioned her a couple of times, well, not directly to me, but you said her name." Stiles managed to stop himself from babbling as he looked at Scott.

"She's the one I was visiting, not my mom. Anyway, she asked me a weird question." He went on, forgetting about telling him of what happened.

"And what did she ask?" Stiles asked after a minute of pure silence, nothing more but the wind that started to fill the car as he pulled away from the hospital.

"'Who is Peter Hale?'" Scott quoted, looking out his window before he turned to look at Stiles.

"That's not exactly weird, Scott." Stiles replied, not seeing the weird side of it like Scott was seeing.

"If I told you why it was weird, I'd have to start a while back." Scott said, over thinking the word, "while."

"How long ago?" Stiles asked, turning as he glanced at Scott for a second or two.

"Seven years ago," Scott said, hearing Stiles tell him to go on, so he did. "We were at the beach..."

"Let me get this straight: She is your cousin, Alexandria, who died, then came back to life, and then died again only to come back to life to have to change who she was because everyone would see her differently?" Stiles asked, wanting to see if he heard correctly was Scott was saying.

"Look, she always dies and always comes back to life. She forgets everything about her past, her Alexandria side, but remembers Peter, who she has never met? If you don't see what's weird about this, than you are seriously screwed, my friend." Scott said, not wanting to correct him on the deaths, even though it was screaming for him to do so.

"You think that she is something else?" Stiles asked, dodging his questions with another question.

"I'm not sure yet, but she tried to do something today and she doesn't even remember it at all." Scott said, frustrated that he couldn't figure out what was happening.

"What did she try to do?" Stiles asked, keeping his eyes on the road, hoping to reach their destination soon.

"She tried to kill herself, Stiles." Scott growled, clearly upset about talking about her attempt on suicide.

"She would have just bounced back to life, wouldn't she?" Stiles claimed, thinking about the life and death, life being on her side.

"We don't know how many times she can die and come back to life. For all we know, the next time she dies will be permanent," Scott looked over at Stiles, his eyes darkening as he whispered, "And I don't want to take that chance, Stiles."

"Got it. No taking chances." Stiles gave himself a mental note as he pulled next to Scott's house, dropping him off.

"Could you check on Clara again? I want to make sure that she is safe and if I find anything," Scott slammed the jeep door shut, leaning over as he looked at Stiles, finishing to say, "If I find anything I'll call you."

Without a single word, Scott backed away from Stiles' jeep, which took off about fifteen seconds after Scott said his last words to him.

Opening her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar face sitting next to her as she turned her head to see their eyes staring back into her's. Giving a small smile, she slowly moved up as she asked, "Are you one of Scott's friends?"

"Stiles." He simply said, looking as she took the covers off her, getting up to go over to the bathroom.

"Tell me if anyone comes in, alright?" She asked him as she continued to the bathroom, taking off her hospital gown to lower it to her waist.

"Um," Stiles backed up the farthest he could in his seat, unsure on how to react at Clara basically getting naked in front of him.

"Oh, be quiet. It's not like I'm going to show you anything." She mumbled as peeled back a bandage to check the wound she got when she fell down the stairs.

"That's good. That's very good 'cause Scott would kill me if I was, I mean, if you were, we'll, if I saw you naked, he'd basically shoot me." Stiles tried to find the right words, almost saying, "Scott would basically bite me," but he'd be giving too much away.

"That's weird." Clara mumbled as she fully took off her bandage, feeling the spot where a cut used to be, but was now healed.

"What?" Stiles asked, wanting to see what was weird, but not wanting to see her naked.

"I used to have a cut right here and now it's completely healed. Must have been small." She said, pulling her hospital gown back on before she turned around, see Stiles start to worry.

"I have to call someone." Stiles said, practically running out of the room, leaving Clara alone.

"Scott, I think she's a werewolf." Stiles said once he heard the phone being answered.

"What? How?" Scott started to ask millions of questions, but calmed down to a few.

"A scratch- a cut she had healed. Tell me that doesn't scream werewolf." Stiles almost screamed out "werewolf" but the people around him would have him as their main attention.

"Before we jump to conclusions, can we figure out what else she can do? Just, keep watch of her and make sure nothing happens." Scott ordered, hanging up as Stiles sighed, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Make sure nothing happens. Got it." He said to himself as he opened the door only to see Clara holding a knife in her hand, one wrist bloody as the other one had the knife just at the edge.

Running over, Stiles fought over the knife as he shouted, "Can I get some help in here?"

After calming her down, Stiles saw Scott running down the hall as he saw all the nurses and doctors heading to Clara's room. With his hands bloody, Scott began to worry only for Stiles to stop him from going inside.

"Scott, she's something more than a werewolf," Stiles began, seeing the worry in Scott's eyes as he finished. "She's suicidal."