Don't forget ab-b-b-b-bout me
Even when I doubt you
I'm no good without you, no, no

Doubt, Twenty Øne Piløts
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Lydia taps softly on Cora's shoulder as she lays asleep in Isaac's lap on the couch. Cora jumps a little and looks at Lydia with sleepy eyes. "Hey what happened to you last night?" Cora asks, "were you crying?" Lydia forces a smile and shakes her head.

"I'm fine, we have to get going for the job," Lydia reminds her. Cora nods and looks up at Isaac, whom she is laying on. Her hand pats his face gently as Lydia moves on to find Allison. When her eyes skim  the room for her best friend she finds that her glance is stuck on Stiles. Poor Stiles who is asleep in a ball in the corner of the room by an open window. She forces herself to ignore that he doesn't know that she is carrying his child. Finally she finds Allison, but she has already been woken up by Scott. Much to Lydia's pleasure Allison goes over to wake up Stiles.

Allison kneels by his side a grabs his hard set jaw. His skin is ice cold to the touch. Probably because he is still right in the corner next to the open window. His whole body shivers as he wakes up with bloodshot eyes and tears staining his face. The tousled hair on hair head is, if possible, messier than usual. "Stiles, hey," she whispers as he looks around almost in a panic. Finally, his eyes focus on her and suddenly he remembers that he attacked her to the ground last night. Guilt hangs in his chest.

"Oh shit, Allison, I'm sorry, I'm so freaking sorry," he begins to ramble. Before he can say anything else, Allison wraps her arms around him in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry too Stiles, I know how much your mom meant to you."

"Thanks Ali," he replies, his breath warming her shoulder. When they pull apart Stiles frowns. "Is Lydia up here?" Allison nods and points to the kitchen where Lydia is making coffee for everyone's hangovers. Stiles smiles at the mere sight at her, like he is suddenly at ease. Stiles gets up and goes to the kitchen to talk to her. Before he can even say anything, she pushes a mug full of warm liquid towards him. He grabs it and awkwardly says, "thanks." Lydia continues to pour more cups of coffee, putting cream and sugar in Isaac's, Allison's, and her own. "So about last night-"

"Pancakes?" She interrupts him. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Refusing her offer, he shakes his head.

"No I don't want pancakes, I want to talk to you about-"

"Bacon?" Lydia offers without even looking at him. She just continues to shuffle around the food in the pan.

"I don't want fucking bacon can we talk-"

"Sausa-"

"For god sakes Lydia listen to me!" Stiles screams. Their friends stare at them worried from various places around the loft. Lydia stares at the food in front of her.

"Look, nothing happened last night. You didn't do anything wrong, you just got high, I left because I was tired, that's all," Lydia spits out before walking quickly away from Stiles. The first thing he does is look at Scott and Isaac. They shrug unknowingly and Stiles resists the urge to actually growl.

"Well I'm going to go kill myself if anyone cares, have a great breakfast!" Stiles yells, his temper through the roof. Cora shoots Stiles a look.

"Sti, calm down," Cora tells him as she reaches for his arm. He shrugs her off and rushes towards the door.

"I'll meet you all in the garage," he states angrily. Lydia jumps as the door slams. Allison frowns at Lydia when she sits down. It's obvious Lydia was crying, but she probably doesn't want to talk about it.

"So are Isaac, Scott, and I even going?" Allison asks awkwardly. Cora bites down hard on her toast.

"If you want to get paid," she states simply.

"Ya, but I mean we are pretty useless anyways," Allison replies. Cora rolls her eyes.

"Are you really still sad about killing people? It's your job Ali," Cora exclaims. Allison shrugs and looks to Scott for help. He looks back at Allison with vulnerable eyes.

"Let's try again and see what happens, if something goes horribly wrong then I'm out, but if it's business as usual, no problem," Scott suggests. Lydia leans back in her chair and sighs.

"That's a great plan except this won't be business as usual, we are going into a weaponry," Lydia reminds them.

"Come on guys, let's just get going."
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Silently after a long and awkward car ride, the team resides in their individual hiding spots in the building across the street from the abandoned hospital. Speaking through their ear pieces in whispers, the group communicates about when to move in. "How many people are we talking?" Allison whispers from her spot in an air duct.

From just outside the main entrance Cora replies, "about one hundred."

"Then we have a problem," Lydia states from bathroom stall, "I don't have enough ammo to cover my floor." Stiles rolls his eyes from the closet on his floor.

"Maybe I could've reminded you if you weren't ignoring me," he hisses into the microphone. Scott, hiding in a crowded area in disguise, groans softly.

"Not a good time guys," he states. Isaac lets out a sigh from his spot hiding in a black smith type area, hidden in a storage closet.

"Not a good day for any of us, we're in a freaking weaponry," Isaac reminds everyone.

"For gods sake, everyone go at the first sound of my pistol, " Cora demands. She takes a deep breath and thinks of a tune to keep her focused. She takes her gun off safety and throws herself through the glass of the door. Aiming her gun skillfully at a man's head, she shoots and his brain matter flies out grotesquely onto the wall behind him. The four floors above her begin to ring with screams and gunshots. Considering they are trying to take out about a hundred people in a weaponry, the task is harder than usual. There are about twenty people on each floor, hopefully all about to be dead.

"I got a problem," Stiles speaks through his ear piece.

"You've got a lot of problems," Lydia says as she tries to avoid bullets from a man with a large shotgun.

"What's the real problem?" Scott asks with a strained voice as he tries to shake off the man attacking him with a knife.

"Flame throwers, they've all got flame throwers on this floor," Stiles explains in a yell as he ducts under a table.

"Maybe we should go to the hospital across the street, catch our breath," Cora suggests.

"No! Not the hospital!" Stiles requests as a stream of flames is pointed in his direction. He barely dodges it, earning a small burn on his forearm.

"Why the fuck not?!" Isaac screams as a man comes after him with a katana.

"We just can't!" Stiles insists. Lydia groans as a man throws her to the ground.

"Jesus fuck Stiles why not?!" She screams as a large man throws himself on top of her. She tries to jab him in the heart with a dagger, but he catches her hand. The man manages to turn the knife towards her own heart. Lydia swiftly kicks up her leg and hits the man's groin. His aim slips and instead he slices a gash into her shoulder. She flips herself on top of him and grabs he knife from the floor. With no intention of calming down she slits his throat.

"BECAUSE MY MOTHER DIED THERE!" Stiles screams through the mic. Everyone is caught off guard. Scott, recalling the day Stiles' mom died, stands frozen in shock. How could I forget? In his moment of distraction, a katana pierces through his back. Blood gurgles from his mouth and drips down his chin. His gasp is heard through the teams ear pieces.

"Scott?" Allison asks as she avoids gunshots. Scott isn't able to manage to speak. Stiles finds himself trapped within walls of fire. Cora has killed nearly everyone on her floor, only two people remaining. Isaac is fighting off one man with a katana. Unfortunately, Isaac has run out of weapons, causing him to fight with only his hands and dodging skills. Lydia is fresh out of ammo and fighting with only a dagger.

"The building is going to burn down, I'm trapped, you guys gotta get out," Stiles informs them as he tries to find a way out of the flames. Scott begins to feel the heat on the sixth foot, just above Stiles floor. He lays helpless on the ground.

"What about Scott?" Isaac asks right before the man manages to cut a bloody smile along Isaac's abdomen. He groans, but fights on. Stiles groans, remembering that his friend is injured on the floor above him.

"I gotta try and get him, I can't promise we will make it out before the whole building collapses," Stiles claims remorsefully. With everyone now dead in the building by some miracle, every member of the team stops to make a plan.

"Stiles you gotta make it," Lydia pleads, suddenly all her anger towards her lover is gone. Stiles closes his eyes and pushes away tears.

"I know Lydia, I'm going to try," he claims.

"I'm coming to get you two," Allison claims as she begins to walk towards the stairway.

"Allison no," Stiles refuses,"I'll get Scott out for you, maybe my mother and I will die on the same street."

"How poetic," Isaac mumbles.

"I heard that Lahey," Stiles claims.

"You were meant to," Isaac says in a dismal happiness,"I'll get Lydia out for you." Stiles smiles.

"Thanks."

"Stiles this is ridiculous, I'm coming," Lydia states. Stiles sighs loudly.

"No Lydia, then you will just be trapped in the flames too, now get out," Stiles demands.

"Cora, you're uncharacteristically quiet, why aren't you barking orders?" Allison asks worried that down thing may have happened. Cora wipes tears from her face.

"You guys are fucking idiots and I fucking love you," Cora states through her tears.

"Hold it together baby Hale," Stiles uses her nickname, "now all of you out, I'm going to get my best friend." Isaac, a floor below Stiles, rushes down the stairs and grabs Lydia who is trying to make it up the stairs .

"Isaac, let me go!" She demands. Isaac only grips her arm tighter.

"Lydia the whole building is about to come down," Isaac reminds her as he pulls her down another flight of stairs where Allison is standing. She looks very calm, but in her mind she is screaming. Scotts going to die. I have to go help him. No, because if I die, no one will remember the love we share. The young Argent follows Isaac and a angry Lydia down the stairs. Cora meets them by the doors. The group of four stumbles outside, their wounds weighing then down. From the outside it is easier to see the flames through the windows. The fire has reached the sixth floor, devoured the fifth, and licked the fourth. It's moving quickly through the building. Allison takes Lydia's hand and squeezes it in anticipation.

"Come on Stiles, get him out," Allison whispers under her breath.

The smoke contaminates Stiles lungs and the flames reach out and attempt to clasp onto his clothes as Stiles pushes through the fire. Desperately trying to make it to Scott, Stiles walks through the flames. He screams in pain as the element burns him and rips open his skin. His screams are heard outside by Lydia and the others. She cringes and falls to her knees. That's this baby's father in their, screaming in pain. Her stomach becomes a pit and she begins to feel sick.

Stiles makes it up the stairs and waves away the smoke that claws at his eyes. Scott lays motionless in the center of the floor, blood flowing freely from a hole that runs through him. Stiles' breath catches in his throat at the sight of his half dead best friend. He rushes towards Scott and peels him from the ground. "Come on buddy," he mumbles. With a loud scream of effort Stiles begins to plow forward, Scott's arm slung over his shoulders. As Stiles reaches the stairs, the floor beneath him gives out and the pair comes crashing to the fifth floor.

On the outside the group notices the crash as the building slowly begins to collapse on itself. Adrenaline begins to pump through Cora's veins. Her heart pounds in her chest. The music blares in her head and Lydia's screams somehow fade until Cora can't hear them at all. Without a second though Cora rushes back into the building, Isaac screaming after her. His voice turns into a loud beep as Cora races to save her friends. Cora has always hates failing, it's why she is so strong and devoted to her job.

She races up the stairs through the flames and smoke and all the ash. Upon reaching the fifth floor she finds two of her closest friends. Stiles is trying desperately to pull Scott, but Stiles' leg look severely injured and he is burned from head to toe. Stiles looks up and notices Cora through the smoke. His heart pounds in fear. "I told you to leave! Get out of here!" Stiles screams to the girl, but she just tunes him out. Just as she reaches Stiles, a gun from the collapsing floor above a them falls and bits the back of Stiles' skull. He and Scott fall back to the ground nearly unconscious. Cora knows she will never be able to pull both of them out.

Hesitantly she grabs Scott's limp form and hoists him up. With a loud effortful scream she practically slips down every flight of stairs till she sees the exit. The glass doors have since shattered. Cora with one last grunt of effort throws Scott towards the rest of the team. She doesn't wait around to hear Lydia ask where Stiles is and listen to what Allison has to say to Scott. She heads back into the building before Isaac can process what has happened.

Sprinting back up the stairs she finds Stiles, laying on his back staring at the flames around him. In his mind he is thinking about his father and his friends, accepting death, grateful that Cora saved Scott instead of him. Cora, with only Stiles' life on her mind, stumbles across the floor and helps Stiles up. "Leave me," he whispers at first. "Get out Cora!" He scream desperately. Ignoring him, Cora pulls him down the stairs.

Outside of the collapsing building, Allison is leaning over Scott's body, trying to patch up his wound as best she can. Lydia is kneeling, staring at the entrance to the building, thinking about how Stiles will never know that she is carrying his child. Trying to process in her mind how the world could be so cruel. Isaac stands, debating whether or not he should go and save his friends. He's always been the rational one and he knows that if he goes in there he will die, leaving Allison, Lydia, and Scott, alone.

By some miracle, two figures emerge from the smoke, one of them barely awake. Both with faces cringing, eyebrows knit together. Lydia's heart jumps and Isaac wastes no time running to Cora and Stiles. Cora places Stiles gracefully onto the pavement and then let's herself literally fall into Isaac's open arms. He keeps her steady with his arms wrapped around her. She breathes in the fresh air, knowing that moments ago she assumed she would never be able to breathe it in again. Isaac lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. With Cora's head pressed effortlessly into his chest, Isaac silently thanks a god he doesn't believe in.

Merely a foot away Lydia has kneeled next to Stiles who's eyes are closed lightly. His skin is grey with ash and pink from fresh burns. Skin peels grotesquely from his face. His clothes are barely there, burnt away and cut from knives. Blood seeps into the fabric like morbid paint. Lydia touches his cheeks gingerly, being cautious of his injuries. "This is the best I've looked in years," Stiles jokes in his normal sarcastic tone, although now his words are more strained. Lydia laughs as tears stream endlessly down her face. Her whole entire body begins to shake and shudder. Stiles finally opens his eyes effortfully, revealing that the white of them is turned red. Irritated from smoke and fire. He furrows his eyes and pouts slightly at Lydia who is falling apart. She has one hand on her chest, trying to calm her heart and the other on Stiles' face.

"Lyds?" Stiles asks concerned. Lydia tries to breath normally, but the realization of what just happened hits her hard. He grabs her hand effortfully, pain shorting up his arm as he moves. "I'm okay, I'm here," he reminds her. She nods he head in confirmation, but the tears don't stop.

"I'm sorry," she manages to say. Stiles shake his head.

"You're aloud to cry Lydia," Stiles tells her, "c'mere." Lydia accepts his offer and carefully wraps herself around him and cries into his hot shoulder. Stiles notices how worried Isaac looks about how much Lydia is crying and Stiles only shrugs to him.

"Guys, we gotta get Scott to Derek."