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tamingthemuseTitle: Requiem
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt #398 Requiem
Pairing : hinting at Erica/Boyd
Warnings : canonical characters' death ; I've shed all the tears I had writing this, it's not a happy text at all.
Rating : PG-13
Word Count : 519
Summary : they found Erica's body in the vault ; what was to happen now?
They had had to leave her body in the forest, somewhere it wouldn't look too suspicious nobody had found it sooner. They had made an anonymous phone call to the sheriff station to tell them where she was, because none of them wanted to leave her there, all alone, to be eaten by wild animals. Because her family deserved closure too.
Her parents broke down into tears when the Sheriff confirmed that it was her body. They asked what had happened, how their beautiful daughter had ended up dead in the middle of the woods. Questions about drugs, questions about abusers were left unspoken in the air. The Sheriff didn't have the answers. All he could do was assuring them he would do everything in his power to find out what had led to that tragedy.
They nearly all went to Erica's funeral. Nothing of what had happened during the kanima crisis could overtake the unfairness of her death. She had just begun fully living her life, just to see it ripped from her at the claws of a cold-hearted alpha. She would never dance again, she would never go on a date, or eat an apple, or wear that leather jacket she had been so fond of recently. They all felt the fragility of their own existence through her loss.
Derek didn't go, of course ; it wasn't his place to begin with, and he retreated away in his lair to drown in the pain. Some of them blamed him for dragging the young girl into this life of danger and death, but none did more than himself.
When Boyd reappeared, shortly after the body was found, he had been suspected right away by half the town. It was only logical, since their meeting had happened around the same time Erica's behavior had changed so drastically, and they had run away around the same time too. It was only logical, but it hurt like hell, having all those people looking at him and thinking he had killed the last person he would ever have harmed. Nobody had been able to prove anything, of course, but it didn't stop the rumor. Erica's parents didn't want him to the funeral ; he went anyway, hiding in the background to prevent a scandal. He went back at night to say a proper goodbye to his only friend.
They never talked about her after that. At first because the loss was too fresh, the pain too raw. The alpha pack had made a roller coaster out of their life, and they all used that excuse to try and push the pain away. Boyd thought about her a lot, though, and his last words were about her. Were hers. The only small relief anyone could get from that hellish night was the hope that he would eventually join her wherever she was, away together like they had planned to go.
None of them had forgotten, but none of them wanted to talk about it. About them. And so life went back on track, the memories of lost friends hanging around, present but unspoken.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt #398 Requiem
Pairing : hinting at Erica/Boyd
Warnings : canonical characters' death ; I've shed all the tears I had writing this, it's not a happy text at all.
Rating : PG-13
Word Count : 519
Summary : they found Erica's body in the vault ; what was to happen now?
They had had to leave her body in the forest, somewhere it wouldn't look too suspicious nobody had found it sooner. They had made an anonymous phone call to the sheriff station to tell them where she was, because none of them wanted to leave her there, all alone, to be eaten by wild animals. Because her family deserved closure too.
Her parents broke down into tears when the Sheriff confirmed that it was her body. They asked what had happened, how their beautiful daughter had ended up dead in the middle of the woods. Questions about drugs, questions about abusers were left unspoken in the air. The Sheriff didn't have the answers. All he could do was assuring them he would do everything in his power to find out what had led to that tragedy.
They nearly all went to Erica's funeral. Nothing of what had happened during the kanima crisis could overtake the unfairness of her death. She had just begun fully living her life, just to see it ripped from her at the claws of a cold-hearted alpha. She would never dance again, she would never go on a date, or eat an apple, or wear that leather jacket she had been so fond of recently. They all felt the fragility of their own existence through her loss.
Derek didn't go, of course ; it wasn't his place to begin with, and he retreated away in his lair to drown in the pain. Some of them blamed him for dragging the young girl into this life of danger and death, but none did more than himself.
When Boyd reappeared, shortly after the body was found, he had been suspected right away by half the town. It was only logical, since their meeting had happened around the same time Erica's behavior had changed so drastically, and they had run away around the same time too. It was only logical, but it hurt like hell, having all those people looking at him and thinking he had killed the last person he would ever have harmed. Nobody had been able to prove anything, of course, but it didn't stop the rumor. Erica's parents didn't want him to the funeral ; he went anyway, hiding in the background to prevent a scandal. He went back at night to say a proper goodbye to his only friend.
They never talked about her after that. At first because the loss was too fresh, the pain too raw. The alpha pack had made a roller coaster out of their life, and they all used that excuse to try and push the pain away. Boyd thought about her a lot, though, and his last words were about her. Were hers. The only small relief anyone could get from that hellish night was the hope that he would eventually join her wherever she was, away together like they had planned to go.
None of them had forgotten, but none of them wanted to talk about it. About them. And so life went back on track, the memories of lost friends hanging around, present but unspoken.
