Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or any of the characters, plot-lines, dialogue from the shows or books.

However, I do own Clara Dunbar, her backstory, the storyline, and any additional characters that do not belong to Teen Wolf. Characters in this story may not have the same opinion as you. These characters are all fictional.

OC - Elizabeth Olsen

Clara Dunbar made her way through the noisy corridors of Beacon Hills High, with her typical stoic face, alongside her twin, Liam Dunbar. Just when she decided to raise her hand to knock on the door of the Principal's office, Liam grabbed her arm, pausing her actions.

Clara turned around to face him and raised her perfect eyebrow, indirectly questioning, "What is it?"

"I..I just wanted to say, thank you...for being here with me," Liam said, dancing on his heels, his hand tucked in his jeans pocket.

"Since when did you start saying, Thank you to me? It's not like I am gonna miss anyone from Prep. School, anyway," Clara said, nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders, causing Liam to smile.

"I just thought you were mad at me for dragging you to a public school for a mistake I made, you know, and on top of that you haven't talked to me for the past few days," The honey-blonde hair guy explained.

"It's nothing, really. Don't worry about it," the green-eyed girl said, smiling at her brother, which made him grin in return.

When she finally realized her brother's doubt is clarified, she made her way to the office for her schedule as Liam sat outside on a chair, waiting for his turn. It seems the Principal wants to talk to him about his 'transfer' privately.

He was really on edge the last few days when Clara didn't talk to him. Sure, he was the only one expelled, and his twin decided to transfer along with him, but he still feels guilty that they had to be in this situation in the first place. Though his sister is not one for small talks and hates socializing, she always makes time to listen to his rantings. To him, she is more of a mother than a twin sister growing up. Now in his teenage, the shoulder-length blonde is basically his personal therapist, an unpaid one, of course.

If you ask him, how can a 15-year-old girl fill a mother or therapist role, then you will know his sister is different. A good different, at least for him and his family. They don't care what outsiders think.

The things generally people know about Clara is, one, she is one of the most exceptional students in school, and with her pale skin, green eyes, honey-blonde hair, and petite form, she can easily be called the beauty and brains of Devenford Prep. Two, She hates socializing, and she is an introvert. Three, She turns into a completely different person if anyone bothers her twin. Brett Talbot is the living proof of it. Pretty sure he still remembers the powerful punch he received from her, for her hurting Liam. Four, she doesn't have any friends or boyfriends for that matter. The only person she likes to hold a conversation with, other than her family is, Mason Hewitt.

Mostly because he is more talented than the people his age, and Clara likes that he can keep up with her tact.

However, it doesn't matter what people think. Liam knows his twin better than anyone. He knows his sister is unique. She is not a social person. Even when they were children, she was the same. While every kid was giggling, playing with their toys, and getting mud on their shoes and dresses, his twin was sitting away from them, deep in her thoughts, like she was trying to figure out something. She taught him how to walk, she showed how to talk and write before they even went to playschool.

Their single mother, Jenna, was busy earning money for her two kids to notice the unusual behavior of her daughter. By the time she built the career for herself, Liam and Clara were already six. That was also when she noticed how different and unique her daughter was. Not only can she speak correctly, but she was also teaching Liam. She knew how to play chess, and she knew how to make pancakes. She even learned how to talk and write in French, and is reading books that aren't related and too advanced for her age.

When Jenna finally understood her daughter was a bona fide genius, she decided to help her in any way possible, even if she had to find a special school that matches her intellect. But Clara shot down the idea saying, "I don't need any special treatment, mom nor I want to be seen as some Robot. I want to enjoy my life like a normal kid and study alongside her brother. I will lay low if I have to."

And that's what she did. She laid low. However, since she was more mature for her age, she didn't feel comfortable making friends. But her family always had her back. As time passes, the family of three became four. Dr. David Geyer fits perfectly in it. He loved Jenna, dearly, that he accepted her two kids and kept up with Liam's anger along with Clara's tact. Everything was well until Liam destroyed his coach's car and got expelled and transferred to Beacon Hills High school. They will get to study with Mason again.

"He's waiting for you," Clara's voice broke the thoughts of her twin, closing the office door behind.

Liam took a deep breath and prepared his mind for whatever questions the guy was gonna ask.

"It's gonna be alright. You will do good," Clara said with a soft smile. And that was all Liam needed. That confidence his sister has in her for him was all he needed right now.

As soon as Liam shut the door of the Principal's office, Clara went out to take a look at the surroundings of her new school. She and her brother have half an hour more before their first period starts. Few students were just coming into the school, while a few were already there, standing in front of their lockers and talking to their friends in the hallways.

"Any call from Lydia about Derek's condition?" an anxious voice asked as she passed by.

"Not from her. Deaton called to tell, he is still unconscious and hasn't changed," another voice said.

"So, he is still tiny, Derek?" The first guy questioned incredulously.

"Yup," the other guy confirmed.

Clara turned her head to face them, both feeling the conversation strange but a bit familiar. And just like that, the air got knocked out from her lungs as soon as she saw the faces. Her breathing got heavier, and her poise unbalanced. She hastily made her way to the nearest restroom to calm down, stumbling upon a few people along the way.

"It's okay," she said out loud, looking at her reflection in the mirror, "You are going to be okay."

She tried to breathe in and out a few times, trying to calm down. She started repeating 1 to 10 numbers and then repeating them in reverse. But nothing seems to be working.

"Hey, your friend outside asked me to give this to you," a brunette, who she never saw or met, said, passing me an inhaler.

Clara knew she wasn't having an asthma attack. It was a panic attack. She dreaded this day would come, and when she realized her worst nightmare came true, the panic attack was inevitable.

She hastily took the inhaler from the girl's hand and took a few hits of it, hoping it may help. She tried to think of something pleasant, something that made her remind of tranquillity. She held her breath and tried to imagine walking on a beach under the moonlight, as the waves hit her feet gently. And fortunately, it worked. Her breathing became slower, and her heart rate was back to normal.

"Are you okay now?" The girl who brought the inhaler asked.

"Yeah, thanks," Clara said, still looking in the mirror at her disheveled hair.

"Happy to help," she said, going out of the restroom giving a small smile.

Clara took one last breath before she left the place, making herself tidier. As soon as she stepped out, she came face to face with the two boys from before. She tried her best to not repeat the episode from earlier.

"Are you okay?" Scott McCall asked, concerned.

When the True Alpha heard someone's heavy breathing in the hallway, he looked for the source, only to see a 15-year-old freshman stumbling into the students.

He searched his bag and found the inhaler he kept, in case he had another one of his panic attacks. He tried to follow the girl to give her his inhaler guessing the girl forgot hers', but he was stopped by his best friend Stiles before he could follow her further.

"What?" He questioned.

"That," his friend said, pointing at the girl's restroom sign. And the realization hit him.

He tried to listen in from outside, only to hear her counting numbers and her breathing exercise. It made him confirm that the girl didn't have an inhaler. He knows how difficult it is to deal with a situation like that, and so he asked a classmate of theirs to pass it inside.

When he heard her slow breathing after a few seconds, he looked at Stiles, nodding to him, indirectly saying that the situation was under control, and Stiles nodded back, content with their work. They always like to help people, it doesn't have to be a supernatural problem.

They waited for the girl to come out so that he could take the inhaler from her. He can't just forget about it as the thing costs eighty bucks, and his mother would kill him if he lost it, werewolf or not.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked, looking at her. 'She is new and beautiful,' he noted, 'Her heartbeat is raising again.'

"Yeah, thanks for the help," the green-eyed girl said, chucking the inhaler at him and left the place immediately like, someone is after her with a knife.

"What just happened?" Stiles asked, looking back and forth from the girl and his friend.

"She was scared...I think," Scott said, equally confused at the situation

"Of what?" asked Stiles

"Us... Everything," He said, trying to remember the chemosignals he felt a minute before.

"Do I still look possessed by Nogitsune?" Stiles asks, pointing at himself.

"No," said Scott shaking his head a bit and asked his own question, "Are my eyes normal?"

"Yes, absolutely," Stiles confirmed, "You are not showing any True Alpha eyes if that's what you are asking."

"Then, why is she scared?" Scott wondered.

"Maybe, because we followed her until the restroom and are waiting outside like total creeps," Stiles answered, and they both nodded their heads at the answer, agreeing with it. That must be it.

"Hey, I was looking for you everywhere," Liam said, releasing a breath when he saw his twin, "You weren't answering my texts either."

"Oh! The phones' in my bag. Sorry, I was just looking around the new school," Clara said, pretending as if nothing happened a while ago.

Like she just didn't discover, she was reincarnated into a fictional world, and has been living in it for the past 15 years, not able to grasp it even with all the strange, Deja-vu things she has experienced.

She definitely knew she was in a freakish alternative universe when she learned, she was born in 1996. But she never thought she would be born in a fictional world of Teen Wolf.

I mean, Clara had her doubts when she learned she was living in a town that's in beacon county, California, which also has a place called Beacon Hills in it. But she dismissed the crazy idea. But maybe, she should've at least gave it a thought when her twin, Liam Dunbar made a nerdy best friend for himself, by the name of Mason Hewitt. She was in denial; even when she saw the captain of Devenford Prep lacrosse team, Brett Talbot's eyes flashed yellow for a split second when she punched him in the face for the sake of her brother.

However, now was the most crucial discovery she made that dragged her out of her denial. When she saw, Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski walking through Beacon Hills High school, talking about Lydia Martin and Derek Hale, she finally understood and brave enough to believe that, she is living in the universe of Teen Wolf, a TV show she used to watch in the other world, where she died at a young age of 20, due to brain tumor.