A/N: Hey guys! Hope you've been enjoying this story a whole lot :) It's coming up to the end. Chapter 40 is usually where I end the stories, but if you'd like to read a sequel, just let me know in the reviews! Also, tell me what you think so far, and what you hope happens :) Thanks so much you guys! ENJOY.

Chapter 35:

Scott held Brooke in his arms, occasionally reaching down to wipe away any tears that fell down her cheeks. She had been almost inconsolable all day, devastated by the loss of her sister. What hurt even worse is that Theo wouldn't let them bury Quinn. He was convinced that he could find the crow, that he could bring her back, even though Deaton told him that it was going to be pretty much impossible. There was no hope. Quinn was lost for good.

Brooke and Scott laid in his bed, in his room, listening to some soft, slow tunes that seemed to help calm Brooke down a little. She laid with her head on his chest and one arm over his stomach. His shirt was a little damp against her cheek, but she didn't care. It barely bothered her at all. There were more important things to think about, more important people to think about. Her sister. Her only family member that wasn't psychotic or completely absent from their lives. Brooke didn't want to live with her mother again. She wanted to stay with Scott.

"I love you," Scott said after a few minutes of solemn silence. "I'm here for you, Brooke. Anything you need, I'm here." He stroked her hair softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek each time, catching a few lingering tears. She nodded against his chest, not really knowing what to say in response. Words seemed to escape her completely. It was hard to speak when there was a gaping hole in her chest that made it hard to breathe, much less speak.

He took a deep breath, and her head rose with his firm chest, then fell back into place with it, too. If she didn't move, if she didn't speak, then she could hold it together for a little while. Brooke just focused on the song that played from Scott's iPod.

Mama put my guns in the ground,

I can't shoot them anymore.

That long black cloud is coming down,

and I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Quinn went through a hardcore Bob Dylan phase when she was a teenager. At the time, Brooke didn't like his music, but as she got older, especially now when she wanted to feel close to Quinn, his music became something that she needed in her life. It was calming, slow, and peaceful. It was holding her together at a time when all she wanted to do was fall apart. Even though Scott and everyone else told her that she would be okay, that the hurt would eventually pass, it didn't feel like the pain in her chest would ever go away, not without Quinn.

Scott shifted so that he could cradle her in his arms even tighter. She sunk into him like she wanted to melt away completely against his body. He brought her up so he could kiss her forehead gently. He knew how it felt to lose someone he loved, and it was never an easy process to move past it, but he had to help her. He had to be there for her, to push her to the other side where she could be happy again, where she could smile and feel like there was still good left in the world.

"Thanks, Sheriff," Nick said before hanging up the phone and slipping it back into his pocket. He sighed heavily, then moved back into the living room where Theo was laying on the couch with a pillow over his face. It was hard seeing his alpha in pieces like he was, but Nick was doing his best to help him anyways. He understood why Theo was broken, but he had to do something.

"That was Stilinski," Nick told Theo. "He said that the official ruling is self-defense. Lyza came in with a knife, attacked you and Quinn. Unfortunately Quinn was killed before you could stop Lyza." He stood at the end of the couch, staring down at his motionless alpha. "It's a hell of a story to sell, but he managed it somehow. I guess because Lyza had a history of fits of rage. They contacted her old therapist."

"I don't care what lie they decided on. I just need to know how I'm suppose to find this goddamn crow." Theo sat up suddenly, angrily throwing the pillow across the room. Nick flinched slightly when it collided with a table and made a loud bang. "I have to save her, and I'm running out of time, Nick. They want her body, but I can't give it to them yet. Not until I run out of time."

"When is that?" Nick asked him, a frown temporarily aging his face. "When she starts smelling? When she starts rotting? You can't keep her in your room forever, Theo, that's just sick. She deserves a proper burial. Even Deaton said that she isn't going to come back. The crow can't be found or caught. It's over, Theo, I'm sorry. You have to let her go, okay? Her family and friends deserve peace."

"Shut up, Nick," Theo grimaced. "I need you on my side, not theirs."

"I am on your side, Theo," Nick scoffed. "I wouldn't be here with a dead body in the other room if I wasn't on your side!"

"Don't refer to her as a dead body." Theo stood up defensively, looking down at Nick with his teeth grinding together. Nick inhaled deeply, then stepped away from Theo as his beta instincts kicked in and forced him to back down. He walked back into the kitchen, pulling a bottle of liquor from the cabinet and getting a glass to pour it in. He avoided Theo's gaze as he headed off to his room, shut the door behind him, and locked it.

Theo flopped back down on the couch, his body as tired as his mind. Everything inside and out seemed to have this dull ache, but nothing was as painful as the migraine he was suffering from. Finally, he got up, and he walked towards his room. He stood outside the door for a moment, just taking deep breaths to prepare himself to look at her again, to see her like that. He pushed open the door, bracing himself, but she was gone. Her body was not where he left it on the bed. Theo felt like fainting.

"Nick!" He called out, nearly collapsing against the door-frame. "Nick, get out here. She's gone."

The last thing Quinn remembered was looking up into Theo's red tear-filled eyes and wishing that she could have stayed with him forever. After that, it was just dark. Quiet. Sad. It was like being asleep and being conscious all at once. She could feel the loss, but she didn't understand what it was. Images would flash in front of her. Ones of her family, of Brooke. More than anything, she saw Theo. She saw his face, that horrible twisted expression of pain that she saw just before the darkness swallowed her. The darkness she stayed in.

Then, out of nowhere, she heard a voice. It called her name, so softly and sweetly. Her eyes opened in the darkness, searching for the source of that voice even thought she couldn't see anything. Her hands reached out, and her legs started moving. It called again, luring her in its direction, so she followed. She felt her mouth open to speak, but no sound came out. Then, a hand laid on her cheek, lifting her head upwards.

Suddenly, there was a pair of soft unrecognizable lips pressed against her own. Her mouth opened a little in surprise, and the stranger who called out to her breathed into her, through her, like a strong gust of wind filling her body to the point that she felt she was going to float away. The darkness started to fade away, into a bright light. Not just any light. The light on the ceiling in Theo's room.

A man appeared in her line of sight, hovering above her. He was gorgeous. He had black hair that was pushed back out of his eyes, but looked like it could fall into his eyes at any point. His eyes were bright grey, smoky, glowing even brighter than the light. He was shirtless, and she hated to admit that he was as muscular as Theo and Isaac, if not more.

Quinn gasped a little when she felt his surprisingly warm hands reach underneath her. The stranger suddenly lifted her in his arms. He took her away from the bed, towards the window across the room. He leaned down, kissed her forehead, and told her to sleep.

Just like that, she was asleep again.