Warnings: violence, injuries, mentions of trauma and injuries, swearing, blood, hospitals (not sure if this is triggering or not but I'm putting it on there)
Vic opened her phone and went to her brother's contact. She pressed audio and held her phone to her ear.
It rang three times before he picked up. "Hello?" He asked.
"Hey Mischief," she said. "You miss me yet?"
"Hey, Vic," he said. He sounded shocked at her call. "What's, uh, what's going on?"
She looked down at the bandage on her stomach. "Nothing much. Haven't heard from you in a while, thought I'd check in, see how FBI training's going."
"I-I-It's going good, yeah, going great," he told her. "We're looking at a lot of cold cases and figuring out a lot of mysteries. Nothing as extreme as Beacon Hills, but we're looking at an UNSUB in North Carolina."
"Sounds like you're enjoying it," she said. "I'm glad you're happy, Mischief. You deserve it."
"How are you doing?" He asked. "How's home?"
"Still crazy," she answered. "Still fast paced. I can barely believe it was just two weeks since my Senior Scribe."
"How did that go?"
"Anticlimactic. Especially after everything you said."
"Not my fault yours wasn't as good as mine."
Vic smiled. It was good to talk to her brother and just bicker with him. She looked up when Scott walked in. He paused when he saw her on the phone.
"Hey, I gotta go," she said.
"Yeah, talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay. Bye, Mischief." She hung up, a smile on her face. "What's up Scotty?"
"Came to see how you were," he said. He played with his hands slightly which made her smile widen. "Looks like you're doing better."
She nodded. "They used bronze bullets but my dad brought me elderberries. I healed enough that they're letting me go."
"I can tell," he said, indicating her dressed in street clothes and her jacket with her silver necklace on her collarbones.
"How are the others?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Doing good. My mom is the only one still here and keeps trying to get up by herself."
Vic smiled. "Sounds like Melissa." It was then she noticed the sad glimmer in his eyes. One she had seen before. One she wore herself too many times. She stood up and walked over to him. "Scotty," she said. "What happened, it isn't your fault. I don't blame you. No one does, but yourself. It wasn't, it isn't, it never will be."
He looked at his hands. "Your heart stopped. I-I heard it stop-"
"But it started again," she told him. "Scotty, I survived. And I intend to live as well."
His eyes lowered. She slapped his cheek lightly, getting his attention. "I don't blame you," she said firmly. "I made my choice. About surviving. About being a part of this pack. I don't regret it."
His eyes had a little more of that sparkle in there. Those puppy dog brown eyes. Was she mad at him for becoming Stiles's friend? For unconsciously creating her deepest fear?
No, she found she wasn't. She was glad her brother had found someone that had become a brother to him. They both needed someone like that.
She smiled at him. Then hugged him. He hugged her back. "I'm glad you're okay," he whispered.
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Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)
Fanfiction"My gut is telling me something's off with this kid," Vic said. "And I've learned to trust my gut a long time ago." "What else is your gut telling you?" Scott asked. She paused for a second before she turned to the two boys. "My gut is telling me...
