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"No. We want a different doctor. Not this freak."

Freak?

Dr. Clarke Griffin, TDC Hospital's newly hired superstar emergency physician, stopped in her tracks and glared up at the 6 foott tall lumberjack standing in her way. He folded his arms across his barrel sized chest as she barely caught a glimpse of the female patient when Lumberjack 2 and 3 got up from their seats on either side of the patient to stand with their brother, completely obscuring her view.

She sniffed the air and smelled blood coming from the patient.

"Step aside. Your sister is bleeding out on that chair and you're wasting precious time," she growled.

Chaos reigned around them as victims from a road accident, a man having a heart attack and a child with a broken leg were being brought into the TDC Hospital's ER. Broken limbs, hysterical crying, and more blood than ever made up the scene around them.

"I've been through this town a couple of times before. I know what that badge means," said Lumberjack 1, nodding at the black and gold paw badge pinned to Clarke's white coat. "We sure as hell are not going to allow some freak to come near our sister."

Clarke felt her eye twitch at the bigot's words.

"We are short on staff and your sister's health will be compromised if she's not attended to immediately. Now is not the time to be a self-righteous prick," she said through gritted teeth as she looked past the men to finally see their young sister gripping her head in pain, a gash at on her leg, oozing blood.

"Now, now doc," said Lumberjack 3, standing on the left. "I don't know why Larry here has a thing against your folk but I sure as hell ain't complaining," he said with a sneer, giving her a once over as he stepped forward. "Why don't you and I go over there to check with one of them pretty nurses to see if there's a 'normal' doctor around eh?" He stepped forward and slung his arm around her shoulders attempting to pivot her towards the counter.

In a blink of an eye, he found himself face down on the hospital floor, his arm twisted painfully behind him, and Clarke's knee pressing into his back, holding him in place.

"Touch me again without my permission and you'll find out exactly why my kind comes with a warning label," she snarled into his ear.

"Hey!"

The Lumberjack 2 came up from behind her. Without a second thought, with one hand still gripping Lumberjack 3's arm, Clarke spun and elbowed the man in the side of his face just as he bent down to drag her off his brother. He dropped to the ground stunned.

She stood up and surveyed the scene before her. The two sidekicks were down on the ground while Lumberjack 1 stood frozen staring at her with shock.

"I'll handle their injuries should they suffer any from this altercation," she muttered at him as she strode past him and met no resistance.

She bent down to check the young lady who was squinting at her with pain as security guards rushed over to prevent the men from interrupting Clarke any further.

"You just beat up my brothers," she said as Clarke inspected her wound, clicking her tongue at the length of the cut.

"They were in my way," replied Clarke as she proceeded to take out her flashlight and shine it briefly into the lady's eyes. She held the lady's head steady.

"Follow my finger please," she moved her finger from left to right,keeping track of the lady's eyes. "Now, what is your name?"

"Samantha but you can call me Sam."

Clarke nodded.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Stepped in the middle of a bar fight to break it up. Got clocked in the head and cut by a broken beer bottle," said Sam with a grimace. "I own the bar. Didn't want them to ruin it any further," she continued when she noticed Clarke's incredulous look.

"Sorry about my brothers. They're not from around here so…"

Clarke smiled and shook her head.

"Don't worry about it. We can talk about them later. It seems like you're suffering from a concussion and that wound on your thigh is pretty deep and will require stitches. You will have to stay the night for observations before we release you," she explained as she got back on her feet and signaled for a stretcher.

"Stitches?" squeaked Sam as she slowly stood up, favoring her wounded leg.

"You stopped a bar fight and you're afraid of some needle and thread?" asked Clarke grinning at her as the stretcher arrived.

Sam shot her a glare as she made a poor attempt at climbing onto the stretcher.

Clarke clicked her tongue and bent down.

"Excuse me…" She said as she picked up the startled auburn lady in her arms and gently deposited her onto the stretcher.

"Holy...You're strong!" said Sam her eyes wide with surprise.

"Didn't you just see me beat up your brothers?"

Sam flushed as Clarke shot her a wink and a grin. When the nurse started to roll her away, she shot out her arm, grabbing the sleeve of Clarke's coat.

"Will I see you again?" she asked the blonde doctor.

"I will personally see to your stitches," said Clarke, patting her hand reassuringly.

"I'll hold you to that," said Sam and gave Clarke a small wave as the nurse wheeled her off.

"Alright," breathed the young doctor as she watched Sam's brothers regroup and stalked off probably to place a complaint at customer services. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before stepping back into the chaos of the ER.

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"Hey Nancy"

"Hello Dr. Griffin. Busy night huh?" chirped Nurse Nancy as Clarke sauntered over to her side behind the counter where she sat and reached out for the list of admitted patients that night.

"Glad the worst is over," said Clarke flipping through the list.

"Sam was asking for you."

Clarke quirked an eyebrow at the grinning nurse with dark eyes glittering with humor.

"She seems pretty smitten by the heroic doctor that saved her life."

Clarke shook her head in amusement. "Wouldn't her brothers love to hear that," she chuckled.

"Oh right. They've already lodged a complaint. Claimed that you were unstable with bloodlust and attempted to eat them while us humans could only just stand back and look on helplessly," said the nurse, grinning back at the blonde.

Clarke snorted and waved her hand dismissively. "Helpless humans my a…"

She paused. What was that?

Her hearing picked up the increasing volume of screeching tires.

"Doctor? Is something wr… Oh!" gasped Nancy as Clarke vaulted over the counter and strode to the entrance just as a car screeched to a stop outside, followed by the opening and slamming of car doors and a young lady bursting through the entrance, half carrying, half dragging a semi conscious man.

"Griffin! I need to see Dr. Griffin! Please!" cried out Octavia Blake in desperation, her face and clothes covered with blood that was mostly not hers. The man draped on her shoulders let other a strangled moan.

Clarke was there in an instant. "Blake? What happened?" asked Clarke carefully. She had first met the fiery brunette earlier in the month when Clarke was taking a break at the diner having just moved into town. Octavia had strutted into the diner like she owned it, placing an order for her usual when she picked up a foreign scent and immediately honed in on Clarke who was sitting in a corner booth, tackling a mountain of chocolate chip pancakes. Of course Clarke had sensed her the moment she walked in but she ignored the young brunette werewolf who stalked up to her table and demanded that she tell her who she was and her purpose for coming to this town.

But all bravado and swagger were currently non existent in the frightened brunette standing before her.

"Lincoln and I...we were...attacked...ambushed...they came out of nowhere and wanted to take me away but we fought back and Lincoln..they attacked him and he isn't healing...STAY BACK YOU IDIOT," Octavia snarled at another doctor who came over to help just as Lincoln woke from his stupor and lunged at the cowering doctor, teeth bared in a snarl.

"Nancy, give us the last bed. Move everyone else to the other end of the room as far away from us as possible. Nobody is allowed near us without my permission," Clarke barked out orders as other doctors and nurses scrambled to do her bidding. Between them, Clarke and Octavia managed to place Lincoln on the bed. Clarke drew the curtains closed as Octavia held Lincoln's hand muttering comforting words to him. The man's shirt and pants were torn and soaked with blood making it difficult to estimate the extent of the damaged he has sustained.

"Blake, have you contacted your pack about this?" asked Clarke as she grabbed a pair of scissors and with Octavia's help, began to remove Lincoln's bloody clothes.

"I...I left a message for our pack medic and our Alpha. Most of the pack were out for the Changing Ceremony hunt. Our Alpha and Second are there to help the pups' with their first Change."

"You and your mate were not with them?"

"It's our first year anniversary, our Alpha ordered us to go and celebrate. We wanted to do something special and celebrate it by going for a nice dinner and stuff...like a normal human couple would," said Octavia flushing.

Lincoln groaned and they both drew in a sharp breath, the conversation forgotten when they finally removed his clothes and saw the extent of his bullet wounds and stab wounds. The stench of silver permeated through the air stinging Clarke's eyes and causing them to water.

"He's suffering from silver poisoning. I'll need to check his wounds for any silver deposits and rinse them out. This is going to hurt. Nancy!" Clarke poked her head out from behind the curtain. The nurses and doctors were clustered near the reception counter, eyes wide with fear.

"Doctor?" said Nancy shakily stepping forward.

"I need restraints for the patient," said Clarke.

"Right away doc." Nancy turned to carry out her task.

"Hey Nance?"

Nancy turned back towards the grim-looking blonde doctor.

"Whatever you're about to hear, please stay away. For your own safety."

Nancy nodded, her face pale as she scurried off to get the restraints.

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The roar reverberated throughout the ER followed by sounds of thrashing and muttered curses. Clarke ducked a flailing arm as she continued to dig into the bullet wound to extract the silver bullet stuck in Lincoln's thigh. The tattered remains of the restraints lay on the floor, long forgotten. Time was running out. The silver poisoning had spread throughout his body and if the bullets and what Clarke suspected to be a broken blade lodged in his back aren't taken out soon, Lincoln will turn rabid. And if the silver doesn't kill him, the death sentence for turning rabid would. He continued to flail and she cursed as she accidentally cut him when he half twisted himself almost off the bed.

"Blake, hold him down!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do?!" said Octavia who had laid her whole body weight on top of Lincoln.

His eyes that were shut tight with pain flew open, wild and gleaming gold, the colour of his wolf's eyes indicating that his wolf was close to the surface.

No.

"Blake speak to him. Stop him from changing. If he changes now the silver poisoning will turn his wolf rabid," ordered Clarke digging harder into the wound to extract the bullet.

"Lincoln, Lincoln, please listen to me. Come back. You can't change. Please," begged Octavia clutching onto him. Clarke chanced a glance at him and her heart sunk as his features began to morph and sharpen. He opened his mouth and let out a guttural howl.

Clarke inhaled sharply. Her instincts were screaming at her. His change can be stopped. She has the power to stop it but that would mean breaking her vow that brought her to this town in the first place as a lone wolf.

She shook her head. Her own wolf was raging in her as it urged her to use its power to save Lincoln. She had to use it. Or else Lincoln would surely die. Her heart was racing in her chest as she made her decision.

"Octavia."

The brunette turned her tear-stained face towards Clarke, sensing a change in the doctor's voice.

"Move aside please," said Clarke quietly, her voice an octave lower.

Wordlessly Octavia moved off Lincoln who immediately sat up, his eyes wild and his mouth foaming. Within a breath, Clarke lunged faster than the human eye could see and slammed him back onto the bed. He roared and struggled but her hand on his chest held him down as her free hand reached out and covered his eyes. She gathered her breath and shut her eyes, feeling the familiar surge of the power that she had stopped using for a long time building from within her, surrounding her and embracing her like an old friend.

For a moment, it felt like time had froze to a stop.

Then, Clarke's eyes flew open, pale ice blue in colour.

"Peace Linkon kom Trikru, Wolf of the Trikru," she said and released her power. The shock wave rolled through the ward.

Clarke heard Octavia's startled gasp as the brunette stumbled over and held on to the side of the bed as she too felt the remnants of the wave of power that was now focused on Lincoln.

The struggling ceased immediately and Lincoln went limp on the bed. Clarke removed her hands to wipe away the sweat that was already dripping down her face. She could already feel the strain of having to maintain this control over her wolf's power. Her punishment, for having abandoned it for years. Old memories started to worm their way into her mind.

"You have to make a choice Clarke"

"It's all your fault"

"Kill me Clarke"

"Kill me"

"Clarke"

"Clarke!"

Clarke snapped out of her haze and turned to Octavia who had mostly recovered and was looking at her, concern etched on her face.

"We have to flip him over. There must be a broken piece of blade stuck in his back that's preventing his healing," said Clarke moving to flip the dazed form of Lincoln onto his front. His back was covered with cuts and the biggest wound was black and oozing.

"What was that just now? Why are your eyes blue and not gold?" whispered Octavia as she helped Clarke rearrange the deadweight of Lincoln.

"Drop it Blake," snapped Clarke. She had to work fast. The strain of her power was draining her energy fast as she continued to focus it on Lincoln. A quick check told Clarke that most of the cuts were clean so she set to work on the stab wound. She hissed at the wound that had already begun to fester, black veins signifying silver poisoning spreading across Lincoln's back. The blade had worked itself deeper into his back, narrowly missing his spine. He let out a soft whine of pain as Clarke inserted the forceps into the wound.

"Almost there buddy. You're almost there," Clarke muttered. Finally, she managed to find the broken blade and yanked out a bloody, silver shrapnel the length of her finger from his back. She had barely placed it in the small tray together with the 9 silver bullets when Lincoln's body began to seize.

"What's happening now?" asked Octavia, her eyes wide with panic as Clarke moved to flip him on his side to check on him. She could feel her energy draining even faster as the wolf in him fought to come out. Her vision was getting hazy and she gripped the side of the bed to steady herself.

"His body is trying to reject the silver. He must not change. I.. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back his wolf," said Clarke through gritted teeth.

Lincoln roared and his face began to contort as the change started to takeover.

"Lincoln no!" cried Octavia, gripping his shoulders.

Clarke forced more energy into focusing her power into him but she could feel herself wavering. Hope was slipping away as a chill swept through her body and she fought to stop shivering. Lincoln roared again but she couldn't hear him. It seemed like everything was muffled as the pounding of her heart drowned out all sound, until an answering roar resounded outside the ER, shattering her haze.

Everyone froze, including Lincoln, and Clarke could hear the door of the ER hiss open and she felt rather than heard the approaching presence striding towards their enclosed area.

"Miss Woods!" she heard Nancy squeak as the curtains enclosing their area were drawn back with a sharp snap.

Clarke turned her head towards the source of the sound and beheld Alexandra Woods, Alpha of the Trikru werewolf pack, one of the youngest werewolves in history to have ever become an Alpha. The slender brunette quietly took in the scene around her, her eyes still bright gold in color from her recent change. She must have ran all the way here from the forest. She was dressed in an oversized sweater and baggy jeans that looked like they didn't belong to her. Her feet were bare and she smelled of night air and pine. Her slender frame was not big enough to block the view of the other curious doctors and nurses peering in from a distance.

"Lexa!" cried Octavia stumbling towards her. Lexa promptly shut the curtains behind her and held out her arms just as Octavia fell onto her, clutching onto her sweater tightly, drawing comfort from her. She looked over Octavia's head and locked gazes with Clarke who ignored the shiver down her spine and maintained eye contact with her. The Alpha's eyes widened slightly with surprise either at Clarke's refusal to show submission, her wolf's ice blue eyes, or both. They broke eye contact when Lincoln struggled to get off the bed. Clarke tried and failed to hold him down as he growled and snapped at her. Immediately Octavia was by his side again helping to push him down.

"I can't keep his wolf at bay any longer Alpha. He can't be allowed to change. The silver poisoning will turn his wolf rabid," explained Clarke, as Lincoln roared a challenge at his Alpha, the silver poisoning causing him to be unable to recognize her.

Lexa bared her teeth at him with a snarl and strode over, grabbed him by the throat with one hand and slammed him back down on the bed. The blonde doctor noted as she stepped back from the pair that the bed will have to be sent in for repairs after today from the amount of violent actions happening.

"You dare challenge your Alpha?!" she snarled into his face, her golden eyes glowing and her canines elongating as she released the full brunt of her power at him. Unlike Clarke, she had control over her power and only Lincoln felt the effects.

He whined and struggled against her grip.

"Go to sleep, wolf," commanded Lexa.

Lincoln sagged onto the bed and his features morphed back into his human form. He let out a small snore.

Clarke felt her jaw dropped at the ease of the situation that was handled. Pack magic and pack bonds do go a long way. She wrinkled her nose as she felt a twinge of melancholy.

"Would've saved us a lot of trouble and a bed if you got here earlier," she muttered swaying on her feet as her adrenaline began to fade and the exhaustion of using her powers began to set in.

Lexa turned to her with an eyebrow raised and Clarke was pretty sure she said something but for the life of her she just couldn't make out the words no matter how hard she concentrated. Her world was tilting and her vision was tunneling. She took a staggered step forward and she could see the brunette Alpha's face looking at her with concern. She tried to speak but everything went black as Dr. Clarke Griffin, TDC Hospital's newly hired superstar emergency physician werewolf, tumbled to the ground in a dead faint.