Unexpected

TWENTY

I couldn't stop myself, I hugged Isaac, pulling him to me tightly. "Thanks Isaac, that's exactly what I needed to hear." This means Scott did have a reason for not coming, it means he does care about me. And now he's about to sacrifice himself to find our parents. . . Oh god.

I pulled back from Isaac right as the door to the clinic opened. Scott, Deaton, and Stiles walked in. My eyes met Scott's and I could see a look cross his face as he seen Isaac next to me. I furrowed my brows in confusion but, shook it off. I went to stand up, but Scott raced to me, pushing me down in the chair. "Don't get up." He instructed, his hands were hot against my bare arms.

He looked worried about me. Before I could think it through, I pulled Scott to me, bringing his lips to mine. It was a short kiss, and didn't last more than ten seconds before I pulled away and brought my hand hard across his face.

A loud slap sounded through the room and Scott looked at me in confusion. "That's for leaving me, and making me worry about you." I glared at him, I love this boy but he still pissed me off.

Scott nodded and stood up. "I deserved that." I nodded before turning my attention to the three metal tubs that sat in the room. I could feel the color drain from my cheeks in realization.

I turned red as the teacher glanced at me. "Hello miss..." She trailed off.

"Stilinski." I placed my hand out for her to shake. "I'm so sorry that I'm lat-" My words stopped as her hand gripped mine.

The world fell away and I saw... images. Terrifying ones. Melissa, dad, and Mr. Argent they were locked in some sort of basement tied to a pole. And then Stiles, Scott, and Allison were in metal ice baths. Their eyes were closed and their heads were beneath the water. Isaac, Lydia, Deaton, and I stood off to the side looking at the tubs, our faces wrinkled in worry and sadness. They were dead.

I shook my head and looked at Deaton. "We can't do this." I stated simply, fear etched in my eyes. Deaton pulled his eyebrows together, "Why not?"

My throat felt tight and I forced myself to clear it before speaking. Everyone was looking at me now. "At the beginning of this year, I—I had a vision. They were dead, in those tubs." I pointed to the metallic baths.

Deaton looked to have lost some color to his face but he shook his head. "Are you sure?" I nodded without hesitation, my eyes going to Stiles and Scott. I can't lose them.

Deaton sighed before turning to the three who were going to sacrifice themselves. "You know the risks. What do you want to do?" Deaton asked them.

Scott turned to me with an apologetic smile. I felt my heart drop. "I'll do it."

"All right. What did you bring?" Deaton asked the three, I stood beside Scott, his arm was around my waist as to help me balance on my good leg and the crutch.

"Um, I got my dad's badge." Stiles held up the dented badge, it looked worn down and almost like he... hammered it? "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great." I sent him a small smile. He tried to fix it.

"Well, it doesn't need to look good if it has meaning." Deaton turned to Allison who was holding a bullet in her hand. "Is that an actual silver bullet?" Allison nodded. "My dad made it. It's kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a hunter, we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code."

Deaton nodded before turning to Scott. "Scott?" Scott cleared his throat, holding up a watch in his hand. "My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked." I leaned my head on Scott's warm arm, comfortingly.

I could feel a sense of dread at the thought that this might be the last time Scott is warm. Stiles too. Deaton sighed. "Okay, the three of you will get in. Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially... Well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether. Lydia... You go with Stiles. Victoria, you're with Scott."

I nodded and sighed as I watched all three of them get in the tubs, lowering themselves into the icy water. Scott looked up at me and I gave him a quick kiss before resting my head against his. I looked him in the eyes and but my lip.

"Incase you don't make it back. . . I just want to say—" Scott cut me off with a kiss before pulling away and nodding. "I know. But, tell me when I make it out, okay."

I nodded, feeling sad at the thought of him not making it back. On the count of three, we all pushed them under, holding them down until they were dead. It felt horrible. I never want to experience that again.

"It's been too long." I bit at my nails as I looked at my brother and Scott's motionless bodies. It's been four hours and they're still under the water.

My heart pounded rapidly with worry; worry that probably isn't good for my babies. I didn't let Deaton respond and instead hobbled over to Scott.

He was beneath the icy water, his eyes closed and his mouth barely parted. He looked dead. I could feel my heart ache at the thought and I had to resist the overwhelming urge to reach into the water and hold onto his hand.

Deaton said they could die; never come back. If that happened I don't know how I'd live with myself. . . Two of the most important men in my life would be gone; along with the only man I've ever loved.

I couldn't bear that kind of heartache. It would just be too much.

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Edit: 4/3/2020

Damn, I'm flying through these chapters... I hope you all like the small changes? Let me know!