Claire let out a soft moan as she came to, her head throbbing and vision blurred. She brought her hand to the back of her head where the pain seemed to originate, but thankfully found no blood. The opposite could be said for her leg.

She let out a sob when she saw the Chinese ring dagger lodged in her thigh. It wasn't too deep, but enough to send a message.

She bit down on her cheek as she wrapped her hands around it, letting out a small whimper.

"One, two," She grunted, swallowing hard. When she uttered a pained 'three' she pulled it out, a low moan following. Her eyes swam with tears as she looked around, realizing she was in a janitors closet. She eyes found a bottle of rubbing alcohol on one of the lower shelves, her bloody hands dropping the dagger and reaching for it. She unscrewed the lid with trembling fingers and slowly poured the clear liquid onto the fresh wound, screaming into her fist as it sterilized.

She dropped the bottle as tears ran down her cheek, not caring as it poured along the floor. Her hands found the hem of her shirt, ripping off a strip and tying it around her leg tightly. Gripping one of the shelves, she pulled herself up, balancing out her weight as she pulled on the door knob.

Locked.

Her eyes scanned the tiny closet, finally landing on an old shovel, the metal slightly rusted. It came apart easily, the wood waterlogged and worn down. She gripped the metal, trying to focus on how it dug into her palms instead of her blood soaked thigh.

She raised it over her head, crying out as she slammed the pointed part into the door knob repeatedly. After a few minutes of constant hitting, the knob came clean off, the girl letting out a surprised laugh as the dropped the head of the shovel. The rust had cut her hand, but she didn't care.

She had to warn Scott.

She grabbed the shovel handle, ramming it through the hole until the other knob popped out, then using her body to shove it open.

She let out another laugh, using the wall as leverage while she limped down the hall, headed towards the library.

When she stepped through the doors, it felt like the wind had knocked out of her, tears welling in her eyes. Mason looked up, his throat closing up when he saw her.

"Claire, I'm sorry, he-" She shook her head frantically, pushing off one of the flipped tables and making her way towards them. Mason jumped to help her when she fell to her knees, unable to support her own weight as she cried out.

"No." She sobbed, pushing him away. Her thigh was forgotten as she dragged herself over, shaking hands touching his face. "No, no Scott. Scott, come on."

Her pleas got no response as she held his face, thumbs brushing at the drying blood. She let out another choked sob as she realized his chest wasn't rising and falling, feeling a cracking sensation in her own.

In the past few weeks, she had been paralyzed, thrown into walls, betrayed, almost drained of blood. She had been nearly choked to death and stabbed, but it didn't even come close to this.

Nothing could compare to the unbearable pain she felt when she screamed, lungs burning as she buried her face in Scott's chest, her hands gripping his shirt.

Mason's eyes fell shut, unable to watch the scene any longer, her sobs and wails echoing off of the walls and chilling him to the core. The only thing that got him to open his eyes were the pounding footsteps of Melissa McCall as she ran through the door.

"Scott! Scott!" She knelt down next to him, Claire sitting back and wrapping her arms around herself. "No, no, no, no."

The mother looked up at Mason, unable to form words as she laced her fingers, pressing down on Scott's chest, counting under her breath.

"What're you doing?" Mason asked, shaking his head. "What are you doing?"

"Bringing him back!"

"His heart, he hasn't had a pulse in over fifteen minutes." He stated, Claire squeezing her eyes shut.

Over fifteen minutes too late.

"You can't bring someone back that-"

"He's not just someone, he's my son." She said, her voice growing hysteric. "And he's and alpha. He's too strong to die like this! Come on!"

"Open your eyes and look at me," She pleaded. "Come one. Breathe baby, breathe."

She looked over at Claire, who had her knees to her chest, eyes closed and tears staining her cheeks and she shook her head.

"Claire, honey." The girl opened her eyes, her breath catching. "I know you're in shock, but you need to help me. I need you help him breathe."

"I-I can't-" She whispered, shaking her head. There was no way she could put her lips to his. That's not what she wanted their last kiss to be.

"Yes, you can." Melissa argued, looking at her desperately. Claire let out a shaky breath and leaned forward, positioning herself over him. "Now!"

She leaned forward, pinching his nose and blowing air into his mouth, tears mixing with the taste of blood.

"Melissa, it's-"

"Shut up!" She yelled as Claire pulled away, pushing on his chest more. "He's too strong to die like this."

"You can do this." Claire whispered, holding his face. "You're an alpha, and you are not allowed to leave me."

"C'mon Scott, roar!" Melissa raised her fist up, bring it down on his chest forcefully. Claire let out a sob as his eyes opened, revealing their bright red as he let out a deep roar.

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"We lost mom." Scott whispered, Melissa letting out a huff of air.

"Every leader suffers loss," She stated, swallowing before continuing. "Sometimes more than you think is bearable."

"This time I lost everyone." He choked out, shaking his head.

"You'll get them back, you have to." Melissa looked down at her hands, scrubbed clean after stitching up Claire.

"Why would they come back?"

"Because you're their leader. And even when a leader thinks they have nothing left to give, there's still one thing." Scott looked up, his mom looking at him seriously. "Hope. Give them hope."

They looked up when a light knock echoed off the wood, Claire standing quietly in the door frame. Her hair was wet from the shower, dark spots forming on Scott's grey t-shirt. It fell to about mid thigh, barely covering the white bandage that wrapped around it.

"Think you can take over from here?" Melissa asked, holding out the wet washcloth. Claire nodded and walked over, taking it from her carefully as to not soak the bandage wrapped around her palm. It felt warm on her freezing hands as Melissa got up, pressing a light kiss to the girl's forehead.

"Hey." She spoke quietly, giving him a tiny smile as she climbed onto his bed, sitting on his lap. Scott didn't say anything as she turned his face gently, washing away the dried blood that had gathered by his mouth. Her hands started shaking as she rubbed the cloth over his temple, his large hands covering her small ones.

"Are you okay?" He asked, taking the rag and placing it on the bedside table.

"It's my fault." Her voice was hoarse and her bottom lip trembled as she spoke. "I-I should have told you about my suspicions of Theo, I just didn't want to be wrong again. I was wrong thinking I could protect Hayden and Corey, I was-"

"It's not your fault." Scott whispered, turning over her trembling hand in his, inspecting the bandage. "I should have listened."

"I feel like an idiot." She wiped away a tear harshly, staring down at her leg.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, his thumb running over her knuckles. She shook her head, biting down on her cheek. Claire knew exactly what he was going to try to do, and she wasn't having it.

"You're not taking my pain." She scolded, shaking her head. The brunette pressed a soft kiss to his lips, pulling away just as his hand slid up to her waist. "I need to help Stiles."

"No." Scott argued, furrowing his eyebrows. "You're not going anywhere tonight, especially with what happened."

"Sorry." Claire swallowed, tucking a hair behind her ear and sitting back. "You're right, I've had enough supernatural for one night."

"I'm gonna take a shower, get some rest." He whispered, kissing her softly on the forehead and getting out of bed.

"Okay." She nodded, playing with the edge of the blanket as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She waited until she heard the water running to reach under the bed, pulling out a bag. "I had a feeling you'd say that."

Claire unzipped the duffel and pulled out an extra pair of clothes, putting them on as quietly as possible as not to catch Scott's attention. She ran her fingers along the wooden bow at the bottom and zipped it shut, grabbing the bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

After sneaking downstairs and out the front door she pulled out her phone, choosing the second number on her speed dial.

"Hello?" Stiles sounded tired, worry evident in his voice.

"I'm on my way."

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For new readers, this chapter is completely new to you, but to some of the original readers it's the same until the end.

Heart broken after removing the major Sclaire scene... :(

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