(This is the timeline where Vic died after the shooting at the McCall house in 6b. Not gonna lie, I was tempted to kill her here, but I still wanted her to have that truck and that happy ending)
There was nothing he could do but stand there. Stand there and listen as the heart monitor flatlined. As thunder boomed above his head. As the ground shook beneath his feet. As rain pounded against the roof without pause or hesitation.
He just watched as they hurried to steady their supplies and keep the girl on the table alive. But there was no use. She had been dead for a minute. He knew the statistics of people being dead that long. He had been dead that long.
But this wasn't just anyone. It was Vic.
She had survived so much.
She would survive this.
She had to.
She would.
Wouldn't she?
And he strained his ears, his enhanced senses to try and hear her heartbeat, a flutter of breath, something to say she was alive.
He couldn't find it.
There was nothing.
There was no heartbeat, no flicker of anything living in her body. No... anything. It was just... empty.
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She would've survived the bullets.
At least that's what the doctor said.
But her cause of death was a heart attack she received when in surgery. Her heart rate skyrocketed, then she flatlined. There was nothing they could do.
There was nothing he could do.
That one hurt the most. But now, Scott knew what he had to do.
He had to call Stiles. Not the sheriff, him.
He had to tell Stiles his sister was dead.
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He took a breath and pressed the green button. He ran a hand over his face. Malia put a hand on his shoulder in support.
"Hello?" Stiles asked.
"Hey Stiles," Scott greeted.
"Scott, hey dude," Stiles said. "Uh, now's not the best time, what's up?"
"Um, if you need me to, I can call back-" Scott began.
Malia took the phone from him. "Stiles, something happened to Vic."
"Wha-what do you mean something happened to her? Is she okay?" The panic and worry was obvious in his voice.
Malia took a breath. "She's dead, Stiles." There was a pause on the other side of the phone. Long enough for Scott to notice. "Hello?" Malia asked.
"Put Scott back on," he requested.
Malia gave the phone back to him. Scott put it to his ear. "Hey."
"What happened?" Stiles demanded.
"Hunters," he explained. "They shot up my house. Vic... she... she protected Lydia and Mason, and got hit. A lot. She had a heart attack in the middle of the surgery. There... there was nothing we could do."
There was another pause on the other side of the phone. "I'm coming back," Stiles told him. "And you, you tell me everything that has happened since I've been gone."
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