And Just Forget – Post six – Claire Watson

Breakfast the next morning was interrupted by what sounded like a small army coming through the portal. Both of the werewolves he was eating with grew suddenly tense and very visibly got ready for a possible battle. “Hello darlings!” Magnus said cheerily, coming inside. “You’ll have to forgive the small invasion. It’s a terrible thing to happen before one is properly ready for the day, I quite agree. I myself was woken at an ungodly…

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And Just Forget – Post five – Claire Watson

“Right!” Magnus said with a clap of his hands when he deemed the werewolves far enough away to no longer be bothersome. “The first thing that we need to do is get comfortable. We’re going to working on a form of meditation, and the last thing you need is to be dragged out because your leg starts jiggling. So pick whichever of these – “he gestured with a wave of his hand “-that you deem…

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And Just Forget – Post four – Claire Watson

It turned out that Derek could be frighteningly efficient when motivated. Stiles was firmly ensconced in the dwelling that had been hired for his use before lunchtime, with Derek’s friend due to arrive before dinner. “That is a cabin?” Stiles asked when he got a view of the place. “According to the brochure and all the paperwork it’s a cottage,” Derek corrected. “Well, excuse me for expecting a cabin! When Peter said cabin I was…

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And Just Forget – Post three – Claire Watson

It was still dark when Noah arrived home after his shift. He was immensely surprised to find Peter Hale – sans horrific burn scars and very clearly alive – firmly ensconced in his living room, comfortably situated in the recliner with his feet up and working away on a laptop. “Well, that’s one missing persons alert that I can remove from the database,” Noah said finally. “Lets not be hasty,” Peter replied, continuing to type…

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And Just Forget – Post two – Claire Watson

If Stiles wasn’t lying injured in the other room, Noah might have found it in himself to enjoy this. Listening to lies, slowly picking them apart, gradually cornering the liar in a web of their own words… it was something he’d always enjoyed, and was one of the reasons he’d decided to go into law enforcement. Stiles, naturally, had learned early that the best way to defeat such a system was to stubbornly stand his…

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And Just Forget – Post one – Claire Watson

Given the option, Stiles usually woke fairly slowly. It was one of the luxuries of weekends and holidays, and a habit to be savoured at every opportunity. This was not one of those occasions. The throbbing of various parts of his body would have been concerning enough, but it was the restraints that he could feel that jerked him into full awareness in record time. He couldn’t move his arms or legs, and more worryingly,…

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