Summary: It was the right thing to do...giving her up. Scott knew that, and he was willing to move on. But now, he and his friends are dealing with a force beyond their abilities and comprehension. The only person able to help them was the one person he let go. The one person who did not remember what they had. Bonnie.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These two shows (Teen WOlf and The Vampire Diaries), the characters, any storylines that are not of my creation, or referenced...not mine.

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Deaton could smell the coffee from his desk. The smell gave him a new sense of vigor as he looked over the neatly done notes of his new receptionist. It had been a little over a week since the incident with Scott's pack. The group had been so relieved to see their friends come out of their trance. It also opened up a lot more stress because everyone knew. Since then everyone had been on high alert. With no doubt, it would happen again, and while Alan was certain that it wouldn't be as soon as two days, it was never too much to be prepared. Both Chris and Melissa were to call him if this would happen again. The rest of the group was informed to do the same as well. As soon as school was over, the pack were required to come to his office immediately after school and then their parents would come to pick them up. Stiles having not told his father about anything, had Melissa take him hom, having lied to his father that he was doing a school project with Scott and Isaac that took up most of his time. Easy to believe considering the jittery teen already spent most of his time with his best friend as is. Alan had advised him several times to tell his dad what was going on, and with each time he was met with a defiant avoidance.

It was understandable as to why he didn't want to discuss it. The supernatural was no place for humans. Alan having been well versed in the depth of this strange world, was gifted with several objects that would save him. But he would never wish this world on anyone. Stiles was remarkably loyal to his best friend and stuck through werewolves, alphas, and monsters for well over a year. But there was a possibility that he was not ready to put his father in the mix, despite the grown man likely being much more capable of taking care of himself. That didn't stop the teen from continuously lying about what was happening to him at every question. Alan surmised that it was more.

"Alright, one coffee, black sugar."

A small brown hand placed his usual mug in front of him. He smiled at it, but did not look up from his notes. Incredibly orderly.

"Alright…well before I ask you about…the group…I just want to inform you…"

There was a pause. The sweet mature voice clicked as the sound of paper was being rifled.

"Alright, Ms. Rachel Baxter has an appointment today. Cat, Jingles…"

Alan could hear the judgmental tone in her voice. Pet names could be ridiculous but he didn't mind it.

"Jingles is having his check up?"

Alan nodded. He remembered that one. Jingles broke a leg and had been in a cast for some time. Now they were out, but he wanted to make sure everything was okay. This had all been done right before Bonnie had gotten there.

"Other than that…two appointments scheduled last week coming in, one at noon and the other around three. Are we taking at the desk appointments?"

Alan nodded. Three appointments were not bad, but there were days when a lot could be happening. Alan would have to check up on all remaining animals in his care. Some were overnights, some were from nearby rescue centers that simply needed to see if the animals were doing okay. Those cases were usually small or light issues that could be handed by him. Alan would do various check-ups throughout the day. One was in the afternoon, mostly for the benefit of Scott. He used to come in the morning right before school, but with things getting busy, he would come immediately after school and get to handle the afternoon one.

Alan had gotten used to doing it alone as of late, so having Bonnie around felt like a much needed welcome for him. Finally looking up he took his coffee and took a sip.

Perfect.

"Alright. No check-ups after eight unless emergencies of course. Are you ready to do the morning routine?"

After a week of working with her, Alan had learned quite a bit about Bonnie. For one, she was very smart. She picked up on her job rather quickly. She also organized her desk to fit her needs. She had learned his filing system immediately. She also learned how he liked his coffee.

Lastly…animals and Bonnie did not really mix. It was not as if they growled at her or even outright hated her. As a vetenarian, Alan had been taught to read the cues of animals. To help any animal, one had to know how to communicate and understand them to the best of their abilities. With Scott, the animals practically adored him. He was kind and gentle, and they understood that. Even after he became a werewolf, they were still responsive to his touch. With Isaac, there was an apprehensiveness. But with some pushing…Isaac was able to exist with most animals that came under the hospital's care. With Bonnie though, they seemed excited. Continuously moving and energetic. It was not a good or bad thing. They were not afraid of her, but they were also not happy. It was as if she changed the atmosphere. Dogs barked, Cats were mewing, and the various others kinds were responding. Alan had even swore he saw a turtle snapping at the air one day. It was amazing. But it also had been problematic to conducting proper research. After the first couple of days, Alan finally decided that it was best to just let her sit and work on something else…away from the animals.

If anything this proved that something was different about Bonnie. Maybe she was like her grandmother.

Alan did not want to ask her about anything she was not comfortable with asking, but it did raise a lot of questions for him. At first he thought she had just been a simple human, but after hearing in on Bonnie and Lydia's discussion last week, there may have been more to her.

"Alright Dr. Deaton…that is the last one…"

He looked at the bowl full of a special made food made for dogs. It was filled with several nutrients, and vitamins specially to help some of the more sickly dogs. He watched as Bonnie placed the bowls on a cart, her hands covered in special gloves made for the job.

"Did you check to make sure that there was enough for lunch?"

Bonnie nodded, placing one final bowl on the second shelf of the cart. She was already used to this job that she was comfortable with whatever she was doing.

"Yep. There is not a lot in the other bag, but there is another five bags of this…"

She turned to make sure she was correct. On the bag was identification code that matched the food.

"Of this one. We are running low on the catfood however…Do you want me to order that?

Alan shook his head. He would have Scott or Isaac do that. They needed something to do more than look at the animals. Bonnie returned with a nod.

"Alright. Water bowls are waiting at the door. I changed Lecom's cage and…yeah. I think we, or at least I am, done."

That was it. Lecom was an old dog from the animal rescue center, and the only animal to not make a fuss around Bonnie. She took special responsibility with the elderly canine. She usually did everything with him that she was capable of doing while he handled the rest of the animals. It kind of gave her more of a purpose than just sitting around waiting for a phone to ring, or a spreadsheet to fill out.

"Okay, I will see you in hopefully less than an hour."

Bonnie gave him a small smile and a curt nod, she walked away, likely to her desk.

Bonnie looked at the frozen screen, fighting a yawn from emerging. For an office job, Bonnie was oddly on edge. Having never had a real job in her life, Bonnie never really knew what to expect. She certainly did not expect to be engrossed in what was likely a supernatural conspiracy. Granted the only supernatural being was Scott. To her surprise Allison and Stiles were only regular humans. Which made this all the more worse. Had all three been werewolves, that would mean that this was something that they could target.

But two humans were involved. And Scott.

As early as her second day, while completing the paperwork and tax papers, she had been busy with the after hours stuff. Bonnie started by combing through the footage recorded several times, many of them with the assistance of Deaton. They would both watch, having interviewed all three patients while giving them what was likely a small physical. Thanks to Scott's mother. Melissa had filled up a few pages while everything was going on. In fact Bonnie had felt her notes had been useless. All she had taken down was any sort of unnoticeable things: how they reacted to what questions.

When asked if they remembered, all three said no. Bonnie saw the fear in their eyes. Especially in Stiles.

Other questions that came up asking included their names, ages, who their parents were. If there were any sort of pains or physical ailments. During all this Deaton and Ms. McCall checked their reflexes, hearing, sight, anything to see if there was something wrong. They even took blood. Deaton took the blood and put it away.

"I have a friend who can look over this for us."

Bonnie assumed that it would be for not. From the entire testing, nothing had shown up. Other than possible blood work, there seemed to be nothing wrong with them physically.

Which meant…

"All of this is mental."

Bonnie sighed, laying her notes down beside her computer. She was sitting in Dr. Deatons office, on her break, looking over some notes. She had put in the tape of the exams, skimming through it, trying to find something that they missed. Of course nothing would show up. Nothing had shown up. By this point of looking she started reciting the direct actions of the tape. By now Bonnie had known better, but she was hoping for a glimpse of something of what was going on inside.

"Well no use beating a dead horse…"

Bonnie made sure to eject the tape, and turn off the little tv. Right now the office was closed for a one hour break. Bonnie would answer the phones informing people of such, while Deaton went into town to do some business. In fifteen minutes he would be back, and the group would be soon to follow.

Bonnie stretched before standing up. She put the tape away, locking it in its cabinet, and taking her notes to the front desk. For some reason this felt like normal. Looking over work, taking a small break, doing her job. Had it not been for the fact that she was also expected to take care of otherworldly responsibilities, Bonnie would have ticked this off of her normal teen girl list.

Bonnie looked at her phone, knowing the time was close. Immediately at three, they would open back up for an appointment. After the rest of them would bustle in, Scott and Isaac getting ready for their work day, while Bonnie took a longer break at her little desk, if able to.

"Alright Bonnie…back to work."

For the first time in a long time, Scott felt okay. Considering that he was in the midst of an unknown force causing him to black out, and transform at the oddest of times…he was okay. That day Scott made sure to keep a very close eye on both Allison and Stiles. All three were required to discuss any sort of oddity they had experienced with each other, and to Deaton. There was no longer anything hidden amongst them. And oddly enough, though that didn't stop the blackouts, it made them feel safer. Or at least it did for Scott.

It was one secret he didn't have to hold on to anymore. Aside from having the burdens of their current situation, Scott held on to a secret that only seemed to affect him.

"Hey man."

Scott turned to see Stiles and Lydia walking toward him. He gave them a quick nod.

"Hey guys, how was your day?"

Stiles gave a curt nod with little else. Scott took that as a sign of something not fully there. Of course there was little to be said at the moment at school. They would have to wait for Deaton's office. They walked to the front of the school and waited for the rest of the pack.

Lydia, who was wearing a nice light grey dress with floral prints on it, kept her back pressed to the wall. It had been raining for some time now, and had finally let up, somewhat. The sky was still dull almost grim. Still it was too hot for Lydia to wear sensible rain weather clothes. She finally got to wear her favorite boots, that gave her a two inch lift, and her long reddish hair had a slight curl to it giving it the lovely wave. Needless to say she looked typical Lydia, but considering how things have changed…it was a rarity.

With all that had been happening as of late, Scott found certain pack members picking up more responsibility. Lydia had gone from her popular girl everyday wear to more sensible clothing. Likely because she would end up in the woods, in mud, or running for her life. Scott didn't remember when it happened exactly, but seeing the newly discovered banshee shed her demur, and slightly pompous (his new word of the day) image made her a little more relatable.

"Here's hoping that today doesn't end with us being stuck listening to a drab story about some supernatural beast that we are not even dealing with."

Lydia looked at her phone, slightly annoyed.

Scott shook his head. He was about to say something when his phone went off.

"You getting a message?"

Stiles pulled out his phone, which had been on a very loud vibrating setting. Likely to help him snap out of any delusion he found himself in.

They all looked at their phones, seeing a message from Allison.

Will be late.

Isaac will drive me there.

See you guys later.

Allison.

Scott sighed, knowing not to worry too much. Isaac was a good guy and cared a lot about Allison. It was just if she went into a trance, she was a physical one.

"So I guess we should get going?"

Scott looked at Lydia, who was putting her jacket on as she spoke. There was a sort of finality in her question. Scott wanted to hold off, but he knew it was pointless.

Let's go.

Bonnie was at her desk when three members of the pack walked in. She looked up from her computer, which was sitting on a document ready for quick appointment reminder. Despite the dreary day, she gave them as warm as a smile she could.

Only one returned it.

"How are you guys?"

Stiles shrugged, slumping through the room.

"Meh…"

Lydia clicked through the small space with a curt nod, and eyes focused on the back.

"I'm fine."

Bonnie simply nodded at the other's replies. It was Scott who slowed down to speak to her.

"We're fine…I think…"

Bonnie nodded again, this time with more understanding. Stiles obviously wasn't okay, but he was not freaking out so nothing must have happened.

"I don't think Stiles is handling well. We might need to find something for him to do…"

Scott agreed. The only question was what. Bonnie started fiddling on her computer hastily. Of course this peaked Scott's interest.

"I may have found something: a party."

Scott cocked his head. A party. Bonnie started clicking around, on social media. Looking for details. The wolf made his way around the desk to see what she was doing. Without thinking he leaned over, letting her scent overtake him. She was calming.

"Alright…there is a party…Saturday…"

They stared at a poorly made flier for one of the many rave like organizations. Scott knew there was always a party going on. Unfortunately they didn't have much of social lives as of late.

"Warehouse district…save the address!"

Bonnie turned to look Scott directly in the face, not noticing how close he was. Or how deeply brown his eyes were. At least she tried not to.

"Uhm…I know a party may be too hectic, but I think staying cooped up inside a house with each other…it can be a bit much. Trust me…"

She thought back to Mystic Falls with all the times she wanted to escape her friends back then.

"Being up under someone, especially in stressful situations could just end up in bloodshed and tears."

Scott laughed at her joke, which only made Bonnie feel a little happier.

"I'm not saying this is a bad idea but…"

Well Scott wasn't sure how to explain it. A party right now may not have been the best idea. Too crowded, easy for the group to get lost, and quite frankly Scott was likely to be exhausted anyway. As would Allison and Stiles. It had been relatively quiet, but Scott knew one of their blackouts were bound to happen, if not all three. A party wouldn't be the ideal space to black out, or even worse, act in said trance. Scott looked down at his left hand, always seeing his one claw out. He would shift when under a trance. In privacy that was fine, but in public. And there was no way to snap him out of it. Now all three going through the same thing. It was a mess.

Bonnie bit her lip, not wanting to show how dejected she felt over her idea, but it made sense.

"I get it and you're right. With what you all are going through, a party may not be…the best place"

She sighed, a little disappointed. Scott felt his heart sink.

"Regardless of the party...I think you guys need to get out. Even if it is just to get a pizza, or go sit in the parking lot of a Taco Bell. Being cooped up all the time and going to the same places over and over again…you get sick of it. Of each other. So having some space…while still being in the same vicinity. It might be good for you guys."

Bonnie placed her hand on his shoulder, offering some comfort. Scott wanted to take that hand into his and pull her as close as possible. But he remained firm. He still didn't believe it was 100 percent a good idea. Though Bonnie made a good argument.

Scott gave her a quick nod.

"I'll talk to them about it later, if that's okay."

Bonnie smile grew just a little. She wanted good for them, and new that they couldn't just do this all the time. She retracted her hand and turned to the computer copying the link to send to him later.

"Just in case."

Looking at each other one more time, Scott moved out of her personal space, a small smile taking up his face. It was about time to check up on the other animals, which meant they wouldn't be around each other for an hour.

"Alright, I guess I need to get on back there…"

Bonnie looked up at him, not speaking. The look on her face felt so foreign. She was Bonnie. He knew that. But not the same Bonnie he had known over a year ago. Of course most of the changes were for good. Bonnie looked healthier, was almost always smiling about something, active. She was brighter. She was the complete antithesis of his Bonnie. The old Bonnie. Scott wished things were different. That they remembered each other, and were casually flirting with each other at the work place. Sneaking kisses, and planning dinner dates. It almost hit him that their anniversary was coming. When they finally locked it down that they were a couple. He remembered the circumstances. Where Bonnie was at the moment. She had almost died. Scott was scared that she would never make it okay. Everything was so tense back then, and he had been so happy to have seen her return back from the edge. The happiness he felt when she came back. She was okay. Or at least she appeared to be.

"Scott?"

Bonnie stood up, a growing glint of concern. Scott looked down at himself seeing that nothing had happened. He must have zoned out.

"I'm fine, just daydreaming."

He gave her a weak smile. Bonnie returned it.

"Okay..."

It was a soft response. Not sure of what to make of him at the moment.

"I need to actually get back there. See you in a few?"

Bonnie nodded.

"Yeah I need to check Lecom eventually."

She closed everything sans the word document waiting to be typed up, and walked past Scott to the back. The wolf looked at the door, watching the drab grey world move on. Scott didn't realize it, but Bonnie's words had hit him. They had been cooped up and guarded, even before their parents and Deaton found out. After becoming a pack it seemed that they never left each other's side…for anything. It didn't seem bad at the time, but now…all they ever did was see each other. Scott had seen nothing wrong with it admittedly, but maybe that was because he was a werewolf, and they were pack oriented creatures. But humans, as social beings, only to need space and such. And what about Banshees. Scott learned that they don't really live among the masses. All the death they found. It had to be annoying. Was that what was wrong with Lydia?

Everyone was irritable. Everyone was together.

And they were sick of it.

A/N: Chapter 10! Not much to say. I think having the pack together has been for the worse of the group. Simply because they have no solutions and have been watching each other slowly deteriorate.

Next chapter it is PARTY TIME...which goes about as well as expected.

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