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Thank you to all my readers. To my old ones, welcome back! To my new, I'm glad you're enjoying so far! Your favs, follows, and reviews, make me so giddy it's not funny (it kind of is)!

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And I forgot to thank MytseryGirl88 for the constructive criticism :3 I hope my later chapters fix that.

Okay, ONWARD to this very short chapter with fluff and a bit of mystery! It's just my B-Day and I want to use my awesome gifts :3

Chapter Twenty-Two: Clara Harrison

Matthew's eyes snapped open when he heard the unearthly shriek of the shadow creature. It was right above him, shrieking and pounding a shimmering blue light that shrouded him. A barrier.

Matthew frowned. How was that even possible? He wasn't wearing any unicorn hair. Also, he couldn't even use telekinesis how could he make a barrier? He tried moving but instantly regretted it as a sharp pain shot through his body. He moaned in pain as the creature continued to pound angrily on the barrier.

"Wendy?" He murmured in the darkness.

There was a groan and a shuffling noise before he felt someone brush against his leg, causing him to grunt in pain.

"Yeah, I'm—WHOA!" Wendy exclaimed as she saw the shadow creature pounding the barrier.

"Oh, gosh."

"Wendy…my leg…" Matthew grunted. Wendy gasped and kneeled next to Matthew.

"How are you alright?" Matthew asked as Wendy squeezed his right leg lightly, causing the blonde to gasp in pain.

"Um, I don't know, actually." Wendy cringed as the shadow creature banged the barrier extremely hard. "I think it's broken or something."

"Damnit," Matthew grumbled as the shadow creature shrieked again.

"Yo, get lost, will you?" Matthew snapped. Surprisingly, the creature stopped and dissipated into shadows.

"It listened to you?" Wendy asked in surprise.

"I guess so," Matthew muttered as the barrier faded.

Wendy helped Matthew sit up while he lit a flame in his palm. It appeared to be a basement of sorts.

"Here," Wendy said. "Lean on me and I'll help you stand."

Matthew made his flame float and he leaned against Wendy, slowly, she helped him on to his leg, Matthew leaning heavily on the red-head.

"Thanks, Wendy," Matthew muttered.

"No problem," Wendy replied as they staggered down the hallway, the flame following.

"I feel like—this place looks familiar," Wendy muttered as the went past dressers and paintings and tapestries.

"Does it?" Matthew asked her.

"Yeah, I've had that a lot recently…well actually for a long time, they're just more frequent. It happened after the accident," Wendy replied.

"Accident?"

"Yeah, I was climbing a tree one day—I think I was six or something—and then I slipped and fell. I hit my head…like, hard and ever since I felt like something in my life is missing."

Matthew grunted as he staggered over a table leg though Wendy kept a firm grip on his waist.

"Thanks—again," Matthew said.

"No problem, again," Wendy smiled. The two laughed lightly.

"So, you've had these things for a while? These—feelings of remembering something but—not?" Matthew asked.

"Yeah. That's kind of a way to explain it. I-I feel that way for you," Wendy said in a faraway voice. "Like, being in love with you was…" Wendy's voice trailed off and her eyes widened at what she had said.

"Oooo, busted," Matthew said with a cocky smirk.

"Pretend I didn't say that," Wendy said, completely embarrassed.

"Sorry, no can do," Matthew said, his smirk becoming a grin.

"You know I can drop you?" Wendy said.

"Yup, and I know you won't."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you loooove me!"

"I didn't say that!" Wendy said, quickly growing embarrassed.

"Quote, 'I feel that way for you, like being in love with you was meant to be!'" Matthew mimicked in a girly voice.

"I didn't say the last part."

"You were going to," Matthew sang.

"Was not!"

"Was to."

"Was not."

"Was not."

"Was to!"

"Ha!" Matthew grinned.

Wendy kicked Matthew's leg lightly.

"OW!" he howled.

"Ha yourself," she grumbled.

The two walked on for a bit longer in silence before Matthew said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't've teased you. Not after what you're doing for me."

"It's cool— "

Wendy never finished because Matthew brushed his lips gently against Wendy's freckled cheek.

Wendy felt her face heat up and was glad it was too dark to see. Matthew Pines kissed her.

Matthew Pines kissed her.

Sure, it was on the cheek but he kissed her.

"Don't tell Dipper I did that," Matthew said with a light chuckle. "He'll murder me and mark my words, my body will not be found."

Wendy smiled in an awestruck way. "Y-yeah…I won't."

"Don't tell me what?" A suspicious voice asked.

Wendy and Matthew stopped walking as a flashlight shined through the darkness. Wendy cried out in surprise at the blinding light and Matthew slipped from his position, falling to the floor and screaming in agony, clutching his leg.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Wendy said kneeling next to Matthew. Dipper followed with his flashlight as did Mabel who appeared to be with him.

"It's fine…" Matthew grunted, his face pale with pain. "I'm fine…rgh."

"What happened to him?" Mabel asked worriedly.

"Broken leg," Wendy muttered. "Probably a few other things too."

"Are you alright?" Dipper asked Wendy.

"Yeah…surprisingly," Wendy frowned.

Wendy eased Matthew onto his leg again. He grunted slightly and nuzzled Wendy's neck unintentionally, inhaling the scent of cinnamon that overpowered the smell of musty dust and mold.

Dipper watched the exchange with a tiny frown while Mabel grinned.

"How'd you two get down here?" Matthew asked.

"Grappling hook!" Mabel said cheerfully holding up the said object.

"Ha, clever, we weren't out for long, then," Matthew smiled.

"Okay, let's go back to the hole, we didn't see that shadow thing so it should be good," Dipper said as the four of them went towards the hole, though walking slowly so Wendy and Matthew could keep up.

Dipper then banged his knee on something and the flashlight dropped. "Are you okay, Dip-Dop?" Mabel asked as her twin hissed in pain.

"Yeah, yeah…ow."

Dipper picked the flashlight up and the beam found its way to a painted picture of a family of red-heads. There were two parents and a girl, all with green eyes.

"Harrison…" Matthew whispered. "That's right I-I…that's Clara Harrison…" Matthew pointed at the red-haired girl that was smiling warmly.

"I think she was one of the only clients I didn't double-cross," Matthew muttered. "Mostly since we had the same goals."

Wendy squinted at the picture for a few seconds before blinking twice rapidly, suddenly aware of the feeling of Matthew's chest rubbing lightly against her shoulder, and his scent of pine tree needles.

"Is it weird that I'm feeling some serious case of déjà vu?" Wendy murmured.

"Why would you be feeling that?" Dipper asked.

"What's deka jewel?" Mabel asked.

"Déjà vu, Mabel," Matthew corrected. "It's when you feel like you should remember something but don't."

Wendy nodded silently and touched the painting gently.

"Clara Harrison…"

…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…

AN: So, I hope you enjoyed! This officially the shortest chapter ever….

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