A Oneshot in which I recount some of Charlotte's love one's racing to save her, and coping with the fact that they cannot. 

(Takes Place During Chapters Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight of Fear Can Break aka episode 5x10 of teen wolf). 

[A.] The Loss of Charlotte Lahey

Melissa's Loss 

When Scott had called his mother and urged her to come down to the animal clinic, she would've never guessed that this was the reason why. Never in Melissa's wildest dreams would she have imagined that the young girl she had taken into her home, the traumatized child she had accepted as her own, would be lying unconscious on a slab of table. 

When Melissa had first walked in and saw Charlotte's body, she had been sure the girl was already dead. Her skin was deathly pale and covered in blood that seemed to have come from her eyes, mouth, and ears. The sight was enough to knock Melissa's breath from her lungs and need for Scott to catch her before she fell to the ground. 

"She's still alive," Scott assured her quickly. His voice held a tone of desperation that, even after all they've been through the past few years, Melissa had never heard from her son. "I can hear her heartbeat, but it's weak," Scott added. 

Melissa nodded and tried to catch her breathe again. Gathering her composure, she tried to push herself into nurse mode and went to Charlotte's side. 

"She's lost a lot of blood, and she's dehydrated," Melissa noted. The nurse didn't realize that she'd been holding her breathe until she felt Charlotte's incredibly slow heartbeat for herself. She let out a sigh of relief before looking back to her son. "I don't know what's happening, but I'm going to set her up with an IV. Hopefully we can keep her holding on long enough to figure out what's wrong." 

"This is something supernatural isn't it?" Theo asked suddenly. Until this moment, Melissa hadn't even known the other werewolf was in the room with them. 

"Well, her heartbeat is slower then it should be possible. Honestly, she should be dead. Especially after all of this blood loss," Melissa admitted. She took a deep breathe. "So yeah, something is telling me whatever is going on here isn't natural. 

Melissa moved swiftly. She was, after all, damn good at her job. And more importantly she was not going to let Charlotte die on her watch. Not after all they'd been through. 

There was a prick of a needle as Melissa started Charlotte on an IV that made the younger girls unconscious body jump ever so slightly. At the sight of her body reacting seemingly negatively to the prick, Liam, who had been hovering over Melissa's shoulder as she worked to help Charlotte, quickly reached out to grab Melissa's arm to stop her. 

"You're hurting her!" Liam shouted frantically. 

"And you're hurting me," Melissa said in a calm but stern tone. At her words, Liam slowly released her arm. 

"Sorry," Liam murmured. His hand instead went to hold Charlottes, which was shockingly hot. 

"Guys," Theo interjected. "Remember, we're here to try to save Charlotte's life, not kill each other." 

Theo gave Liam a pointed look, but Liam didn't spare the older werewolf a glance. His eyes were too busy searching Charlotte's face for any sign of life, as if it was possible that she would die if he looked away. 

"It's the full moon," Scott noted. His eyes went back and forth between his own beta, his mother, and the young girl who had become his little sister in just two years. Clearing his throat, he continued, "We can feel its effects, even during the day." 

"And it's a super moon," Theo added. 

Melissa was about to ask what kind of effect a super moon would have on them, but before she got the chance, Charlotte's body began convulsing. The young girls eyes rolled back into her head and she began gasping for breathe and if Melissa didn't know any better she would've thought she was somehow drowning. Liam, who had been holding one of Charlotte's hands with his own quickly jumped away from her. 

"She's burning up," Liam exclaimed. He looked over to Melissa for an explanation, but the nurse didn't have one. 

"Is she seizing?" Theo guessed. He took a step forward as he curiously looked at the girl despite the fact that she was currently withering around on the examination table, helpless and in obvious pain. 

"No." Melissa shook her head. "I-I have no idea what's happening to her." 

"What can we do?" Scott asked. 

Melissa moved around the table and gently nudged both Scott and Theo out of the way to get to the sink in the room. 

"You can give me space." Melissa tried not to sound harsh, but she knew her words hurt her son. But they were true. She needed space to work, to think of a new plan to save Charlotte, and right now she didn't have that. 

Scott nodded slowly. He let Theo put a hand on his shoulder and guide him to the waiting room, but not without one last worried glance to the young girl. 

Melissa, who had gotten a cloth damp with cold water, ushered Liam over to the head of the table. After instructing him to hold the cloth to her forehead, she moved to get back to working on the IV. 

Slowly, Charlotte's body stopped shaking. Soon, she was back to looking terrifyingly lifeless, which Melissa hoped was a good thing. 

"It's okay honey, I'm here," Melissa murmured to Charlotte. Melissa's hand brushed away the hair that was matted to Charlotte's face by blood and sweat and tried not to frown as Melissa noted that Charotte was still burning up. The woman forced a smile on her face even though Charlotte couldn't see that she was trying to be brave. "I'm not giving up on you," Melissa promised. "So don't give up on us, okay? I've known from the moment I met you that you were a fighter. Please fight a little longer. I just need you to fight a little bit longer, Charlotte."

Even though Melissa stopped talking, that didn't mean she stopped begging. In her head, she pleaded to anyone that would listen to please, dear god please, help her find a way to save Charlotte. 

She pleaded that someone, somewhere, would keep her from losing her daughter. 

Scott's Loss 

Scott was certain that their was no feeling worse then knowing there was nothing he could do right now for Charlotte. They had all been through so much, but this was something different. He didn't even know where to begin. He couldn't take her pain, he couldn't talk to her, and he didn't even know she was going through this until it was too late. So much had happened in the past few days between him and the others, but none of it hurt like sitting by helplessly as Charlotte faded from them. 

While he sat in the waiting room of the Vet's Clinic, Scott remembered sorrowfully that this was the very spot he'd first met Charlotte. Back in his sophomore year of high school, when the kanima and Gerard were causing havoc around town, Isaac had come to the clinic to ask  Scott for some advice. When he did so, he'd brought Charlotte. 

If Scott remembered correctly, Charlotte hadn't made eye contact with him or Deaton once that night. She'd kept her head down and hung behind her brother who, despite his icy and sarcastic demeanor really just cared about doing whatever would keep his little sister the safest. 

Keeping Charlotte safe was actually what had driven Isaac to seek Scott's council. With people, including their father, be murdered around town, Isaac was desperately seeking the 'right' side to fight for. And so he had come to Scott because even though they had hardly known each other and even fought a couple of times, Isaac had trusted Scott. 

That trust is what had led Isaac to asking Scott to help him and Charlotte out for a little after Derek had told them they couldn't stay with him any longer. 

That trust was what allowed Isaac to leave Beacon Hills and do something for himself for the first time in his life because Scott had told Isaac that he and his mother would look after Charlotte. 

And now, that trust was being let down because Scott had lied. He didn't look after Charlotte, at least not well enough. Now, that girl --who Scott has learned to love like his own little sister and seen grow in ways he wouldn't have imagined possible that first night that they'd met-- was hanging on by a thread and it didn't look like there was any way she could possible get better. 

Scott didn't want to lose Charlotte. Not just because he felt awful for letting Isaac down, but because he wasn't sure he remembered how to live life without the younger girl in it. It didn't matter how long he had known her, she was just as much a part of the McCall family as he was. 

"You know, we're going to need help with him," Theo said suddenly. He was referring to the supermoon and Liam, which Scott had barely been able to even think about.

Scott snapped out of his recollection of the first time he remembered seeing any semblance of hope in the young girls eyes. It had been the night her brother had brought her to the clinic. That night, Deaton had shown Isaac how he could take pain away by using his powers on a dying dog that was laying on the examination table. Charlotte's face, which was mostly hidden behind her brother, had lit up as Isaac turned to hug her after taking pain away for the first time. 

Now, Charlotte was dying on the very same table, and Scott couldn't even take away her pain. 

"He can handle it," Scott said, clearing his throat. He looked over at Theo, who was slumped in a waiting room chair next to him. Scott could tell by the way Theo was looking at him that he was not convinced that Liam could handle the supermoon. 

"He's sixteen and in love," Theo reminded Scott, not that Scott needed to be told that. Everyone knew that. "I mean, I could tell that he was in love with her the first time I saw them together. He cares about protecting her probably more then anything else and now he's losing her." Theo sighed deeply, "First love. Do you remember what that was like?" 

With everything else in his life, Scott could not bare to add reminiscing about his own first love to his emotional distress. It wasn't for the first time that he (or Stiles) saw a similarity between Liam and Charlotte and Allison and himself, but this time was the one that hurt  the most to think about. He tried as best he could to shake away that pain.

 But knowing that what he'd gone through was now the very thing Liam was going through, that wasn't an easy thought to shake no matter how hard Scott tried. 

"All those emotions mixed with the supermoon," Theo continued. "Tonight isn't going to be good." 

"I know," Scott murmured. 

"You need your pack." 

"I'm not so sure I have one any more." 

There was a pause. Scott looked down at his hands. It was the truth. He hadn't talked to Lydia in what felt like forever. Malia hadn't seemed to trust him in ages. And Stiles... well, he and Stiles just had a fight that hurt more then any physical wound Scott had ever had to endure. 

And then there was Charlotte. 

"Let me talk to them," Theo offered. He gave Scott a soft smile. "Let me see what I can do, okay?" 

Scott nodded at Theo as Theo got up from his seat. Just as he was about to thank Theo for everything he's done, an idea struck Scott. There was something he could do, too. As Theo walked out the front door, Scott hurried to grab his jacket and head into the back room where his mother and Liam were. 

When he entered the room, Scott looked at his mother and allowed himself to be hopeful for a moment. However, that hope was immediately crushed when Melissa looked up and slowly shook her head at him. The hopelessness in her eyes only fueled Scott's need to fix this. 

"I have an idea," Scott announced. 

This got Liam to look away from Charlotte and up to his own alpha. "You found a way to save her?"

"I don't know," Scott admitted. He slipped his arms through the sleeve of his denim jacket. "But remember what she said before she passed out? She lost her necklace at school. Maybe... maybe she needs it. I mean- I know that doesn't make sense but this is some weird supernatural reaction right?" 

Liam's jaw tensed and Scott could feel the anger radiating from the younger boy. That wasn't the solution Liam wanted from Scott, but Scott wasn't willing to offer him an alternative. 

Scott took a deep breathe, ready to leave, but couldn't help but to glance at Charlotte first. She definitely didn't look any better, but he needed to remember exactly what he was fighting to save. 

Just as his mother refused to lose the girl who had become her daughter, Scott refused to lose his sister without doing everything he could to fight for her. 

Mason's Loss 

In Mason's arms were a cluster of medical supplies Liam had texted him to get. He knew why they needed him to bring it to the wing of the hospital that was under construction, but a part of him didn't entirely beleive. 

How could Charlotte be so sick? He'd seen her not even a day ago. She'd seemed fine. Maybe a little worried and quite a bit anxious, but that was just Charlotte. 

He didn't think that this could actually ever happen. Charlotte had told him that she had some kind of premonition of her own death and yet he didn't ever quite believe it. Charlotte Lahey couldn't die. Mason was fairly certain that Charlotte Lahey had the last good thing about Beacon Hills and if she died then what did they have left? 

It wasn't until Mason walked into the room that he realized how wrong he and his denial had been. If Melissa hadn't been working hurriedly around the young girls body, clearly trying to help her, then Mason would've been sure that Charlotte was already dead. 

Once again, guilt sent a haunting shiver down Mason's spine. He should've done more to protect her. He knew about everything now and he had known Charlotte was in danger and he should've found a way to help save her. 

Mason felt a lump in his throat. He was thinking as if she was already dead, but he couldn't help it. The way she looked right now... people couldn't just come back from something like this. 

"Over here," Melissa instructed, snapping Mason out of his shock. 

"Shouldn't we be talking to one of the doctors?" Mason asked. He didn't want to say it to Melissa's face, but he couldn't imagine how she alone would be able to save Charlotte. 

"I've been wrestling with that thought for hours," Melissa admitted. 

As she spoke, there was a wavering in her voice that Mason had never heard before. Mason suddenly realized that he wasn't the only one just barely holding himself together as he looked at Charlotte's motionless body.

"But do we bring them in and watch them treat her like a normal patient while we stand here knowing that's not the case?" Melissa continued. It seemed as though she was more talking to herself then Mason at this point. "Or do we keep trying to do everything medically possible to save her while her body continues to do things that isn't medically possible?"

"Is she-," Mason's voice caught on his words. His eyes once again scanned over the motionless body in front of him. He reached out and help one of her hands, which was shockingly hot. He tried again to speak. "Is she going to die?" 

Melissa's busy hands stilled for a moment. Her eyes failed to meet Mason's. "I honestly don't know how she's still alive." 

Mason's heart dropped. He wanted desperately to be able to find hope for their situation, but everything seemed to be telling him that there was no way this was going to end well. As Charlotte's hand got almost unbearably hot in his, he gave it a tight squeeze. Maybe somehow she'd know he was there. Maybe she'd know that she'd not alone and would come to just to tell him he shouldn't worry about her. 

He would give anything to have Charlotte tell him her was being overdramatic right now, he really would. 

"Liam should be here," Mason murmured. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Melissa nod. 

"He went to school to get Scott," Melissa murmured. Her voice faltered for a moment but she cleared her throat as if to cover up her pain. "There's some necklace there that Charlotte asked for before she-- well before she went unconscious." 

"And that necklace could save her?" Mason asked hopefully. 

The momentary hope Mason allowed himself to feel was quickly diminished by the grim look Melissa gave him. 

"Maybe," She lied. 

Melissa quickly looked away, and Mason felt his gut tie itself in a knot. He hated not being able to do anything for Charlotte almost as much as he hated watching Melissa go pale as she checked Charlotte's pulse. 

"What is it?" Mason asked. He felt the knot in his gut twist painfully. "Is she..."

Mason couldn't bring himself to say the end of his sentence, but Melissa didn't need him to finish it. 

"No," Melissa said in a whisper. Her voice was grim, and Mason wasn't sure for a second if she'd actually said no. She looked up at Mason, her eyes glassy. "I think- I think you should go get Liam." 

"What about Scott? He should be here too," Mason added. 

All at once, Melissa stopped trying to hold herself together. Her hands dropped from their fidgeting to the table, slowly finding their way to Charlotte's free hand. A single tear ran down her cheek, and then suddenly many more followed. Somehow, watching Melissa lose hope in being able to save Charlotte was the hardest part of all of this. 

"Scott- Scott isn't answering his phone," Melissa choked out. More tears fell from her eyes and she didn't bother trying to stop them. "So if Liam wants to be here for her, he better get here soon because Charlotte is dying. She's dying and I don't know what else to do." 

Mason's hand fell from Charlotte's. All to suddenly, he realized that Charlotte wasn't going to make it through this. This was the end for them. His hands rose to cover his mouth as he held back a sob of his own. He couldn't start crying yet, no matter how badly he wanted to, because if he started he didn't think he'd be able to stop. 

"Mason, you have to get Liam," Melissa told him. "Go." 

Mason took a step back, his eyes sweeping over Charlotte one last time. Their was dried blood caking her face, and the parts that weren't covered in blood were deathly pale. This was it. This is how her horrible and confusing life was going to end. 

This is how Mason was going to lose his best friend. 

Liam's Loss

Liam hadn't had any control over his body in hours. Anger had taken over and it hadn't let him have any idea what he was doing other then giving him small glimpses of his life. He felt like he wasn't even living it, he was just watching closely. 

He didn't really care that he wasn't in control. Every time he allowed himself to try to pull together a thought, he just thought about Charlotte bleeding and withering away in his arms as he did nothing and he got angry all over again. 

How had he not figured out what was happening to her sooner? How could he have let her get hurt? 

All he had wanted to do since the moment he met her was protect her from all the things that hurt her and he had failed. The dread doctors had gotten to her because he was stupid and she'd come to protect him. It was his fault. He'd failed her. 

He'd failed her and now he was never going to be able to tell her how he really truly feels about her. 

That's what made him the angriest. The fact that he didn't say what he had known months ago. 

Whenever he thought about how his powers had done nothing to help him save Charlotte, his anger seemed to amplify. He knew it was the supermoon making things worse, but he didn't care. 

He didn't care that he'd lost all control over himself. 

He didn't care that he was becoming the monster he truly was all along. 

He didn't care that he was killing Scott. 

He just had to do it. If nothing else was going to work, he would give Charlotte the bite. He had no other choice. Melissa couldn't do anything and Scott refused to do anything but look for the stupid necklace and now he had to do something awful to bring back some one good. 

"Liam stop!" 

Scott's voice rang out somewhere in the library in front of Liam. Liam couldn't exactly see him, but the angry wolf part of him knew exactly where he was. And most importantly, Liam could feel him as he slashed his claws and connected with skin. 

Suddenly, they were tumbling to the floor. Liam was pretty sure he was on top. All he felt was anger and he knew he was hurting Scott -- that he was killing Scott-- but he couldn't stop it. 

"Liam!" 

It was a new voice shouting at him now, but Liam didn't really hear it until the third time it called out his name. 

"Liam what are you doing?" 

It was Mason. Mason, who was supposed to be with Charlotte. How long had he been there? Liam didn't know, but suddenly he didn't feel so angry. He just felt frozen in time, but the blood dripping from his claws reminded him that time was still most definitely moving. 

"Charlotte?" Liam growled. He couldn't stop himself. 

The red haze that was fueling Liam rage induced frenzy seemed to clear just enough for Liam to focus on his friend who was cautiously walking towards Liam. As his vision got clearer, so did the fact that Mason looked horrible. 

"She, um, she's dead," Mason forced himself to admit. He shook his head, and even in Liam's compromised state Liam could tell Mason was moment away from falling a part. "She's gone, Liam," Mason murmured sorrowfully. "She died a few minutes ago." 

Suddenly, the anger was gone. It was like it was never there and Liam went from being filled with anger to being absolutely empty. He looked down at his hands, and then past them to the bloodied Scott McCall underneath him. 

"Liam," Scott groaned, the name spilling from his lips barely able to spill past the blood filling his mouth. 

Before Liam even had the chance to begin feeling guilty for what he had done, he watched as Scott's head turned to the side. At first, Liam thought he had passed out -- or worse-- but then Liam realized Scott was looking at something. Carefully, Liam followed his gaze until his eyes saw something glinting brightly in the moonlight. 

Under one of the bookcases was the necklace. 

Liam didn't remember moving, but suddenly the necklace was in his hands. Mason had said something, Scott had let out a murmur, but neither of them managed to say something Liam was able to hear. He was to numb to comprehend words, and he couldn't pull together any thought other then getting to Charlotte. It didn't matter what Mason had said, he had to get to her. 

By the time Liam got to the hospital, he had forgotten everything that he had been doing moments ago. All the mattered is that he got Charlotte the necklace. And he burst into the room, arms outstretched to give Charlotte the necklace, only to finally realize what Mason had just told him. 

Melissa had been standing over the body. Liam thought she may have been crying, wiping away the blood for Charlotte's face, but he could hardly pay her any attention. She asked where Scott was, but he couldn't answer her, so she backed away from him. Maybe she'd left the room entirely, he didn't care enough to see where she'd went. His eyes couldn't be torn away from Charlotte. 

Shakily, his hands clasped the necklace around Charlotte's neck. The pendent fell onto her chest, and Liam watched as he waited from something to happen. His eyes darted everywhere. He looked to see if her fingers would twitch, if her chest would move up as she took a breath, or even if her lips would part. 

Nothing happened.  

Liam tried to take a deep breath, but instead he just let out a sob. Moving at a desperate pace, he gathered Charlotte into his arms, where she always fit perfectly. He held her to his chest and his grip tightened and he shook his head in denial even though her knew the truth. 

He knew it and he couldn't say it just like he couldn't say how he really felt about her even though he had a million chances to. 

Another sob left his body. Words were spilling from his mouth and he didn't even really know what he was saying other then the fact that he was pretty sure he was begging for her to come back. His hand found hers and he squeezed it tightly and waited for her to squeeze his hand back. She never did. 

Liam let out another sob and he knew there was nothing left for anyone to do to fix this. Liam had lost Charlotte, the first girl he ever loved. And he never even got to tell her that. 

Isaac's Loss 

"Isaac, I'm so, so sorry. I tried everything-"

Scott McCall's sorrowful voice was cut off as Isaac's thumb grazed over the red hang up button on his phone. He'd heard what he'd needed to hear from the true alpha, and there was really nothing else he cared to be told at this moment. 

We don't know what happened. She just got really sick. 

The words Scott had told him rang through Isaac's ears despite his best efforts to try to forget they'd ever been said to him in the first place. He knew what ever happened to Charlotte was much more serious and terrifying, but he couldn't help but think of the eight year old version of her who'd had pneumonia and would only feel slightly better when he'd sat and read books with her. 

This time, he hadn't gotten to sit with her. He didn't even know she'd gotten sick. 

Liam says she'd been possessed. He said their was some witch or something that'd been haunting her. 

Isaac had been the one that had dragged her into the supernatural world. Werewolves hadn't existed to them a few years ago. Druids weren't a part of the daily vernacular. If he hadn't asked Derek for the bite, witches surely wouldn't have been haunting his little sister. 

He shouldn't have been so selfish. He just wanted to get away from their father, he wanted an easy way out and he dragged her out too. And then he'd left her to deal with the new world because he couldn't. 

None of us knew. 

Isaac should've known. For the better part of their lives Charlotte was his only real friend and vice versa. No one, no other adult or kid in their life, understood what they had gone through. The loss of their mother, then their brother, and not to mention the hell their father unleashed on them. All of that was trauma they shared, that had made them close. 

But not close enough where Isaac had known something was wrong. He should've known this summer when she'd come to France that something had changed. He thought she was just happier, more open to the world. He'd foolishly believed that Liam Dunbar had been what changed her. But Isaac was her big brother, he should've known that the changed he'd seen in his sister went beyond just her loving one boy. 

I thought I could protect her. 

Scott wasn't the only one who thought he could protect her. And Isaac was only now realizing how selfish it was of him to leave that task to Scott. Isaac never should left, he should've always been the one to protect her. 

But he hadn't protected her. He'd left her, and now she was dead. His little sister was dead and he didn't even get to say goodbye. 

Cars honked and reminded him that he'd stopped in the middle of the sidewalk of a street in Paris. He couldn't remember where he was going. Isaac looked around at the people bustling by, all having somewhere to go, something to do, someone to be. 

Where was Isaac supposed to go? He didn't really ever have a home. The only person left that made him feel at home was gone. 

What was he supposed to do? He couldn't go on with his day. Not now. Not when he knew he'd never hear her voice again. 

Who was he supposed to be? He used to be a brother, but now all the people who called him that were dead. He was alone and there was nothing he could do to fix that. 

Charlotte Lahey had died, and Isaac Lahey didn't know how to live in a world without her. He had lost the last person on earth that he loved unconditionally. 

Since Fear Can Break is written in first person point of view I felt like there were a lot of things that would be missing, so I wanted to add this part to show how Charlotte's loved ones have reacted to what has happened to her. I know it's kind of super sad (whoops) but I finally got to write in third person and I honestly prefer it so there's that at least. 

I hope you enjoyed! If you want more parts like this let me know!