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thirteen: you look like a movie, you sound like a song

"Well, you can't blame me. You were the only person who was nice to me throughout high school. I think I scrambled for any sort of attention thrown at me." Erica smirked and Rowan laughed.

The tows girls stared at each other with soft smiles.

They weren't able to have their love story. Maybe they would someday when Rowan was ready. Or maybe not, the two girls will both find a good partner and settle down. Maybe Rowan would have a dog and three kids. Maybe Erica would work in an insurance firm and go home to her two girls.

Rowan and Erica didn't think about the "someday" that night. That night as Rowan moaned in Erica's ear, as Erica screamed Rowan's name against the girl's sheets they knew that this connection was special.

And even though they weren't able to keep it, it would always hold a special place in each of their hearts.

🐺🐺

The twins were at the animal clinic waiting for Derek.

After Scott and Derek agreed to stop the Kanima together, they decided to meet up at the animal clinic and ask Deaton for help.

The vet somehow always had tricks up his sleeves to help them, he was one of their only hopes.

Rowan stood behind Scott as he unlocked the door for Derek, immediately scowling when his eyes landed on the blonde behind him.

"What's he doing here?" Scott asked as they entered the clinic.

"I need him," Derek said, nodding at Rowan in greeting. The girl waved her fingers at the alpha.

"I don't trust him," Scott argues as he followed bein them.

'Well, he doesn't trust you either." Issac rolled his eyes. The blonde's eyes shot to Rowan's and they locked gazes for a second.

Rowan thought about the conversation they had at the hospital and swallowed. She wanted to be better, she wanted to be able to open up, and she wanted to be able to love again.

So Rowan tried to smile at the boy, Issac just shot the girl a grin.

"Where is the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?" Derek huffed.

"Well, that depends. You're friend Jackson, are we planning to kill him or save him?" Deaton suddenly asked, appearing in the doorway.

"Save him"

"kill him."

Scott and Derek stared at each other as the words left their mouths simultaneously. Rowan stared down the alpha with a stern glare.

"Save him."

The group then moved into the examination room. The four of them stood on one side of the mental examination table and watched as Deaton set down a box of strange glass bottles, labeled with different symbols. They all contained different powders and objects.

Rowan watched from between Scott and Issac as Deaton took out each bottle and examined them.

"So what are you? Some kind of witch?" Issac tried to ask, leaning on the metal table and shooting Deaton a smirk.

"What are you? five?" Rowan rolled her eyes. Scott bit back a laugh as Issac looked back at her with squinted eyes.

"No, im a veterinarian." Deaton deadpanned as he set down one of the glass bottles.

"Unfortunately I don't see anything here that going to be an effective defense against paralytic poison," Deaton said looking up at the group.

"We're open to suggestions," Derek said.