dispatch center

The Accident- Pt 3

Request: could you do a part 3 of accident

A/N: This is fast forward a few weeks from the end of Part 2

Part 1 is here, and part 2 is here.

It had been a rough couple of weeks since your daughter died. You would never forget the moment you came across Roscoe overturned on the side of the road with Stiles and your daughter stuck inside. Slowly, the two of you were getting through your grieving process, and everyone around you mourned her loss as well. Everyone at the Beacon Hills Dispatch Center knew your daughter like the back of their hand. She was one of their favorite little visitors. As for the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Office, well…they had lost a relative, too.

Currently, you were sitting at your desk in the dispatch center, swiveling your chair back and forth as you waited for a call to come in. Every now and then a phone would ring, but your co-workers picked it up before you could. It didn’t matter to you, though. You’d rather sit and watch the maps on your computer screens and the charts of the calls automatically aligning themselves.

Suddenly, your cell phone buzzed on your desk, startling you momentarily. You glanced down at the screen, your heart flipping when you saw that Stiles’ father was calling you. You reached out and snatched your phone, hitting the button to answer.

“Sheriff Stilinski,” you greeted, leaning back in your chair. You glanced around at the other 911 dispatchers, who had been looking at you. They all quickly looked away, causing you to become suspicious. “How can I help you this fine morning?”

A small chuckle came from the other end of the line. “I need you to come down to the station. I have a surprise for Stiles and I want you to be here for it.” The excitement in his voice was enough to make you smile.

“Yes, sir,” you replied, standing up from your desk. “I can be there in a few minutes.” Noah gave you a thanks before hanging up. “I’ll be back, you guys.” With that, you left work and made your way over to the sheriff’s office.

-

You pulled into the parking lot, eyes already scanning the different cars that were parked there. None caught your attention, so you knew that your husband hadn’t arrived yet. After pulling into a space, you made your way inside and to your father-in-laws office, where he sat at his desk.

“What’s this surprise you have for Stiles?” You asked, sitting down in a chair.

Noah glanced up at you and smiled. “It’s for you, too. I just wanted you to get here before he did.” You gave him one of your signature looks before rolling you’re eyes. “We’ve still got about ten minutes before he gets here, so let’s catch up, shall we?”

-

Exactly ten minutes later, Parrish gave a shout. “He’s here!" 

You and Noah jumped to your feet and made your way over to the front of the building, stepping outside just as Stiles shut off his rental car. Once he climbed out and made his way over to you, the rest of the officers came out, all forming a line in front of the building. You noticed for the first time your co-workers huddled near the portion of the parking lot that went around the back of the building.

"Dad?” Stiles asked, confused, glancing at you, then at all of the people gathered around us. “What’s going on?”

Your brows were furrowed as you nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I want to know, too.”

“Well, Stiles, Y/N, we all got together and got you a little something,” Noah started explaining, a grin on his face. “We all lost a member of our family a few weeks ago, and we all know it’s never felt the same without her. But, we thought we’d lighten up the mood with the perfect gift. Stiles,” he turned to face his son,“ there is never a moment that I don’t hear you complaining about that rental car that you have to drive around, and how upset you were when the insurance company labeled your Jeep as totaled. So, we all got together and pitched in for a little something.”

After he said that, there was a rumble of an engine behind my co-workers. My heart leapt into my throat at the sound as they all stepped aside.

And around the corner came a brand new Jeep Wrangler.

The look of surprise and happiness that crossed Stiles’ face made excitement race through your veins. Your husband laughed heartily as he ran towards the Jeep, but tears sprang to your eyes.

You turned to Noah, embracing him in a hug. “You’re the worst ever,” you laughed, squeezing him tight. “Thank you so much.”

You both pulled away, Noah murmuring “you’re welcome,” as you did so. You looked over at Stiles, watching with love as he bounced around his new Jeep. You knew then that everything was going to be okay.

2

You were finally on your way home after a long twelve hour shift at Beacon County’s dispatch center. As you turned onto one of the many back roads you used to get home, something turned over on the side of the road caught your attention. You heart almost stopped in your chest as you recognized Roscoe, Stiles’ Jeep.

A lump rapidly grew in your throat as you came to a tire screeching halt on the side of the road. You scrambled to get our of your car, never once taking your eyes off of the wrecked Jeep.

“No, no, no, no.” You kept repeating the word as you made your wary to where you could see into the jeep. The windshield was cracked, allowing you to see your husband in the driver’s seat and you daughter in the passenger seat. “Stiles!” You cried, crawling forward on your hands and knees. “Stiles!”

When he didn’t respond, you flipped over onto your butt and kicked out as hard as you could, trying to smash in the windshield the rest of the way. At the sound of the glass shattering, you watched your husband startled, his eyes wide as he took in the scene around him.

He blinked a few times, then brought up a hand to touch the bleeding cut on his cheek. “Y/N?”

You nodded, letting out a relieved laugh before crawling through the opening you had made. You bypassed Stiles, knowing that he was able to get himself out, and went right for your daughter. You unbuckled the seat-belt that was holding her in place and quickly caught her as she fell out of the sideways seat.

Brushing back your daughter’s messy hair from her face, you turned her head from side to side, looking for any wounds. Your breath caught as you found a large laceration on the side of her head, blood quickly oozing from the open wound.

“Kally?” You tried waking your daughter up, but she didn’t respond. “Kally!”

You could feel your heart racing as you quickly dug in your pocket for your phone and called 911. As the phone rang, you tore the edge of your shirt and pressed the cloth onto the laceration, hoping to slow the blood loss.

Nine-one-one. What’s your emergency?” The voice on the other end spoke once they picked up.

“Over-turned jeep on Quibbler road,” you spoke quickly, your voice sounding calm and collected due to your years of being a 911 dispatcher. “Driver is conscious and moving, only a few cuts and bruises from what I could tell. Passenger has a large laceration on the left side of her head, and is unresponsive.”

Please be patient, okay? We are sending out help right now.” You could already hear the Sentry 40V2T siren from the Beacon Hills Fire Department ringing through the air. “I will need you to stay on the line with me, alright?”

Stiles had managed to get himself out of his predicament and had appeared beside you.”Y/N.” You glanced at Stiles, who was staring at Kally with wide eyes, tears welling in their honey brown depths. “Y/N, she’s not breathing.”

Upon hearing your husbands voice, your heart stopped and the phone slipped out of your hand.