Ok, so perhaps the last chapter as the series has finished and this is set after the little party at the end of episode 12.
Chapter 9
As Jana had left the party the group started to leave. Imara had taken TJ, Matei and Selina back home. Kay and Kara had decided to help Katrina to clean up the Kafe.
"Are you staying to help us clean up, or not Sir?" Kara asked
"Well as I recall Kara, I thought you didn't want to keep in touch with me because I had endangered you all by not telling you, that you were attending school with shape shifting werewolves." Tim used her words against her
"But Sir-"
"But what Kara?"
Kara said nothing but stamped her foot and went off to find Katrina.
"This will go down well in your next book." Rebecca told him
"Oh yes, the target audience will love this." He grinned "Maybe I should rename the sequel."
"What would you call it? The Heroic Teacher vs The 3 J's. It'll go down a storm, I'm sure."
"Don't be rude about my book." He looked offended "I tried really hard with that."
"Can someone not take a joke?"
"A little bit rude. If you weren't driving me home, I would already have left." He said angrily, turning away from her "You know what, let's just go. I'm tired and there's not much to stay for." He stood up and headed towards the door
"Tim, wait." She went after him, with three confused girls looking after them
She found him outside, leaning against the railings and looking into the river.
"Tim." She wasn't sure what he was thinking, so she approached tentatively
"Come to have another laugh at my expense?" he didn't look away from the water
"No, I'm not here to laugh." She put her hand on his shoulder "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed. I know how it feels when people mock you."
"That's why I thought you'd be the last person to laugh at me." He looked disappointed in her
"I know, I was stupid and insensitive." She tried to cheer him up "It was a good book and I believe it's going to become more popular, now that the secret is out."
"Why did they do it?" he asked
"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders "Maybe they were sick of lying to everyone about what they are. Maybe they wanted to live truthfully for once."
"What about this protocol 5 thing?" he gave her a poignant "You were involved weren't you."
"What do you know?" she sighed
"Not a lot."
"You want to know though?"
"What do you think?"
"Alright, I'll tell you what you want to know." She started "Protocol 5, was a plan that was initiated by Victoria Sweeney, in the case of the secret being exposed."
"And?" he prompted her
"It was like Kincaid's serum, it took the wolf away."
"You worked on it." he didn't ask her this time "You were involved in hurting the Wolfblood's. How could you Becca?" he looked angry
"Don't you dare go getting angry at me! Get your facts straight first." She matched his tone "I did work on it. I admit that. Do you know what though, I didn't hurt anybody. I developed the serum with Alex but we also developed an antidote. That's what was used. Nobody was harmed when I was in charge of the scientific research on that project!" she was shouting now "I gave that serum to Jana and she's still has her wolf self. I brought that project down from the inside, so don't you dare go accusing me of anything!"
She turned away from him at this point.
"I can't believe you would think that?" she shook her head, it was her turn to be disappointed "After I fought so hard to get the truth, you think I would just destroy it."
"At least I was right about one thing." He spoke after a while
"What?" she looked confused
"When I was questioned about your involvement in the video, by a reporter the other day, I said you were very talented." He explained "You've proved me right. Tricking all those people into thinking you were working with them, when all that time you were working against them."
She smiled in response
"You, Doctor Whitewood, are very sneaky." He looked impressed
"Thank you, very much." she seemed happier
"I'm sorry," he apologised "I should have trusted you."
"And I shouldn't have laughed at your book." She returned
"We can't go 5 minutes without having an argument, can we?"
"I think it's what makes us such a good team." She laughed
"Arguments make us a good team?" he gave her an incredulous look
"Artistic differences, I like to think it as." She corrected him "Like Victoria sees blackmail as everyone getting something out of it."
"Oh yes. Wonderful thing blackmail, Victoria Sweeny's favourite method of getting what she wants," he recalled the past encounters he had had with her "You know she called my book bad."
"She only felt threatened by it."
"It was a low blow. She said if I helped to be the historian for the Segolia's medieval archives, then I would 'need never teach again or write another bad novel'. I felt hurt by that." He recounted his story
"As I said she only felt threatened." She repeated "Anyway, you're not a bad writer, I think you could write another novel."
"Really?" he looked genuinely interested in her opinion
"Yes," she was serious "I believe in your writing skills and I'm sure if you use your writing to protect Wolfblood's, then everyone will be happy."
"Well, if I've got my writing career, what have you got?" he asked
"Actually, I did as you suggested and went back to the University." She mentioned
"And, what happened?" he was eager for an answer
"They weren't best pleased to see me," She started "and I'm afraid it didn't exactly work out, as we planned."
"Oh dear." he put his arm around her "No job then, it take it."
"No." she said simply
"Well, don't think that you're on your own."
"I might go back into the medical field." She suggested "Now that Wolfblood's are exposed, the government will want to do research medical research. They'll need someone who knows what they are actually doing."
"They'll investigate Segolia and they'll look for scientists. It's logical that if they want scientists that know Wolfblood's they'll look in Segolia."
"Maybe a new career will come to me then." She gave him a smile "I won't rely on it though. I'll start job hunting tomorrow."
"Well, what do they say. Positivity goes a long way." He added
"You know what. Scratch that writing career. Go into life coaching." She advised "You'd excel at it."
"Oh, ha ha. Very amusing I'm sure." His tone was sarcastic
"You cheered me up," she laughed
"I know you though. I know what cheers you up."
"Point made, stick to the writing business."
There was silence for a moment as they looked over the water.
"The whole world has changed now hasn't it?" she broke the silence
"Pretty much." He summed up "Another unexpected jolt to the world, changing absolutely everything with it."
"Why can't things just be simple?" she asked
"Yes, but that would be boring."
"I really think I would rather live a life of simple, dependable boredom than the one I've had for the last few years."
"What about all the exciting things that have happened?" he put in "We found out a whole other species existed and was living amongst us. How is that not amazing."
"It is amazing. I'm not disputing that. It's just that everything comes with it is so hard to deal with." She sighed, she seemed tired
"You end up giving a lot for the secret," he elaborated on her point "but the point is, we no longer have to keep the secret. It's out there and the weight of keeping it secret, is off our shoulders."
"Alright, you have a good point. Maybe life can be get back to normal and we can have some type of normality."
"I doubt it. We knew when very few people did." he gave a quick smile "People will come to us for answers."
"Oh hurrah." She looked grumpy "I'll have journalists knocking on my door, every time of the day, asking for answers about everything and anything about Wolfblood's."
"Font of all knowledge. You know you'd love it really."
"Shall I send them round to you, then as you sound so keen."
"They'll want the scientist, not the author." He pointed out to her
"You are annoyingly good at this arguing thing aren't?"
"Yes I am, University debating society champion." He looked smug
"Stop being so smug." She slapped his shoulder, as he laughed "Right, I'm taking you home." She started towards the car
"Don't be boring." He grabbed her hand and pulled her back "Dance with me."
"Are you drunk?" she scoffed
"Not when I last checked." He joked
"You are." She repeated
"I'm not, all I want is for you to dance with me." He extended his hand to her "Live a little."
She hesitated for a moment, before she took his hand.
"The last time I danced with you, you trod on my feet." She reminded him
"Several school disco's later, I am a much better dancer."
"I believe you, hundreds wouldn't."
"If you prefer I can step on your feet." He suggested
"Well, if you prefer I can let you walk home." She gave him the ultimatum
"Then, I can assure you that your feet are totally safe." He said after considering
He took her hands and pulled her towards him. They danced in silence for a little while.
"Feeling happier?" he broke the silence
"Feeling freer." She corrected "No more secrets to keep."
"You wanted a simpler life and now you've got one." He spoke before he thought about it
"Really?"
"Well," he paused "now I think about it that probably isn't true."
She laughed against his shoulder.
"Right come on, let's get you home," she suggested "before you get any more daft ideas."
"What did I tell you, you need to live a little." He said grumpily but followed her to the car
"I have," She commented, shutting the car door "enough to last me a life time in this past year."
"You're too sensible." He mumbled
"One of us has to be." She fired back with a smirk
"At least I'm not boring."
"Oh, that stung." She said sarcastically, starting the car "I wouldn't say boring."
"What would you call it then?"
"Maturity." She gave him
"Is that you saying, I'm not mature?" he asked
"Take a guess." She joked
"I'm mature enough to write a novel." He pointed out
"A novel about another person's life story." She quickly stopped the point "You weren't original enough to think of your own storyline."
"Part of it was my own original story line." He defended himself
"Let's not get into this again." She moaned in frustration because she knew where this conversation was heading "I'm not having another argument about this book."
"I'm sick of talking about it." he told her "If one more person from the press asks me, if I based the story on real werewolves, I might just turn to violence."
"You, violent?" she looked surprised
"It's been known to happen."
"I'm sure it has," she tried to believe him "I just can't picture it."
"It's not something that I dabble in regularly." He made it clear
"You don't seem the violent type." she continued when he looked slightly offended "You should take it as a good thing."
"The last time I got into a fight, it didn't end well." He reminded her
"Exactly my point." She went on "Whenever you seem to get into fights, I end up patching you up and if you did it constantly, I would probably end up fixing a broken nose, instead of just a bloodied one."
"And we can't have that."
"No, we can't." she responded seriously "If you're stupid enough to go and get into a fight and break something, I'm not cleaning you up."
"Warning taken." He said quietly
"I'm not your doctor Tim." She sighed "I'm your friend."
"I know, but it does pay to have a doctor as a friend." He tried to lighten the mood but all he received was a stern look
"Yes, exactly. I'm your friend," she emphasised "and I don't want to see you getting hurt. I can't be dealing with broken bones."
"Why, can you not fix broken bones?" he smiled
"Oh, ha ha. Right comedian aren't you?" she said sarcastically
"Well why couldn't you fix broken bones? He questioned
"I can fix broken bones, yours would be an issue, because I know I'd make a mess of it." she admitted
"Why would that be?" he looked confused at the answer he had received "You're an excellent doctor."
"Yes but this is you, we're talking about. You're a bit of baby when it comes to pain."
"I am not a baby." He insisted but she gave him a certain look and he became quiet
"You are, and I wouldn't want to put you in any more pain than actually necessary."
"Are you going soft?" he asked with a grin
"I am not going soft." She reached round and slapped him over the head "I just care."
"Ow!" he rubbed his head where she had slapped him "Care do you?"
"Well, that was your own fault." She told him
"Why is it my fault?"
"It could have been worse, I could have run us off the road." She ignored his question, as she pulled up outside his home "Be thankful you got home safely."
"Mm, next time I'll bring a crash helmet just in case you do run us off the road." He joked
"Oh, are you thinking that there is going to be a next time, Mr Jeffries." She looked curious yet amused
"I certainly hope so Dr Whitewood." He picked up her hand and placed a kiss on it
"Cliché." She responded but didn't pull away
"I like charming better."
"I'm sure you do." She laughed
"Oi, don't get cheeky." He told her off "Coffee?"
"Make it celebratory drink, when I find a new job and you have yourself a deal."
"Deal." He gave her a soppy smile
"Oh, push off." She shoved him lightly, towards the door "I'll see you when I've found a job."
"Not if I see you first." He opened the door and got out of the car
"Just go," She repeated "before I run you over."
"Alright, I'm going, I'm going." He insisted "Becca?"
"Yes Tim?"
"What do you think is going to happen now, that the secret is out?" he asked seriously
"People might be scared for a while but once they are educated that the Wolfblood's are not dangerous and that they can live peacefully within society, then everything might just get back to normal." She tried "I can't predict the future but it might just be a whole new chapter in the history of mankind and wolfblood."
The End
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