Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

3:40 You Sure You're Okay?

Warnings: mentions of I.E.D., triggering thoughts, swearing in other languages, slight bits of violence, a body without skin, blood

Her fingers pressed into her neck where the claw marks used to be. Where a burn the shape of hand had existed only a few hours ago. The aloe vera had worked, leaving no trace of the injury. But that didn't mean it hadn't existed. It had. The man's expression, the pure anger he had looked at her with, it was seared into her mind. He had died late last night, mere minutes after he ran from the school. But that didn't stop the words that rushed through her brain. 

"It was you!" 

She winced and gripped the sink. 

"This is all your fault!" 

"It was my fault," Marcel had said. Maybe his fault was trusting her. Protecting her. She didn't deserve that. He deserved so much more. 

He deserved to live. 

Vic looked over as her dad knocked on the to the bathroom. His coffee cup was in hand, dressed in his uniform.  "Hey," he said. "Everything okay?" 

She looked back in the mirror, flashed her eyes. Her brown-orange eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good." 

He seemed almost disappointed, sad. 

She sighed. "Dad, I'm good really, I gotta meet the boys at the lacrosse field." She kissed his cheek and grabbed her jacket. She kissed his cheek before she left. 

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"I'm just saying," Mason said as she walked into the locker room. "That if we're talking about some sort of mythical creature that's so powerful the only safe place to put it is in the Wild Hunt, then we have a serious problem." 

Mason jumped slightly when she spoke from behind him. "And the only way it got free was because of what I did to get free, breaking said creature free in the first place," Vic added. 

"Can you guys figure it out while I'm running drills?" Liam asked. "Brett's meeting me to help with the freshmen that wanna make first line." 

Mason pursed his lips and straightened off the lockers. "Brett?" he asked. "Incredibly hot Brett with the eight pack abs?" 

"Pretty sure his name is just Brett," Liam said. 

"He has an eight pack, do you know how hard it is for the human body to have an eight pack?" Mason's eyes got cloudy, his voice distant. "God." 

Vic slapped the back of his head. "I'm also pretty sure you have a boyfriend," she pointed out. 

"Vic, come on, I love Corey," Mason said. "I would never do anything with Brett." 

Vic felt her eyes widen. "I'm sorry, time out, pause game." She placed her hands into a t shape. "Did you just say you love him?" she asked, a smile creeping onto her lips. 

Mason's eyes widened in shock. "I do. I love him." 

Vic placed a hand on her heart, a smile on her face. "Ah, Fílos."

"I'm gonna go tell him," Mason said. 

Vic put a hand on his chest to stop him. "Easy there, tiger. He's out playing goalie right now. You go out there, you'll turn into Swiss cheese." 

Mason nodded and turned back to Liam. "Why is Brett helping you?" 

"I couldn't get anyone else to volunteer," Liam explained. 

"Well, yeah, that's because there's no way any of them are gonna make first line," Mason said. "I mean no one does before junior year." 

"Scott did," Liam pointed out. "So did I."