It's hard to tell if she is mad or just sad. Hearing that her best friend just abandoned them really got to Allison. Why would she leave? What reason did she have to not want to be with the people she grew up with anymore? Had they done something wrong? No, we didn't screw up, she did, Allison convinces herself. But maybe it all got to be too much and she had to start over. Allison ties her hair back and looks at herself in the mirror. Her face, as per usual, is pale. Bags sprout under her eyes, swollen more than usual, probably from the crying. Grey sweatpants cling tightly to her waist and hang largely at her ankles. Lydia's long sleeved black shirt hangs off of Allison's shoulders loosely. Lydia had left it in her and Scott's room a few days ago. Allison suddenly, in a fit, rips Lydia's shirt off of her body, leaving her in a lace and burgundy bra-let. She throws it down on the ground and holds back tears. It should not mean that much to her, but something about wearing Lydia's clothes after she left them seems wrong. It's like wearing the opposing teams jersey. Lydia is not on Allison's team anymore. A single tear manages to escape Allison's eye. The young Argent girl wipes the tear away without hesitation. "Allison?" Scott questions, sitting up in the bed behind Allison. Ali turns around and faces Scott. "You okay?" He asks her worriedly, his hair a tussled mess on his head. Allison shakes her head no and walks swiftly back to the bed as the morning sunshine shines through their window. "What do you need?" Scott questions kindly as he welcomes Allison into his open arms. She cuddles against his shirtless torso and takes a deep breath.

"You, I just need you," Allison states, disdainfully. Scott half smiles sadly.

"You'll always have me Ali," he tells her. Allison smiles softly and closes her eyes. "Speaking of which, when this all blows over, I intend to move back to my house, I can't stay in this institute forever. I want you to come with me, if you want obviously," Scott explains.

"When you say 'when this all blows over,' you mean when Stiles manages to stay off the drugs and stop crying," Allison stares. Scott nods. "I'll come with you Scott McCall, but what about Isaac and Cora? And we can't just leave Stiles by himself even if he gets clean," Allison reminds Scott.

"I've already spoken to Isaac. He thinks it's best if we leave sooner rather than later. He also said he would stay here with Cora, her home is here, with her brother," Scott says, "and as for Stiles, he would either stay here or come with us," Scott tells Allison who nods slowly.

"Where is your house?"

"About an hour and a half from here, so relatively close if it's an emergency," Scott informs her. Allison nods again.

"Then I am definitely coming with you," Allison states.

"Good, we can finally formally quit being an assassin and join real life," Scott says, smiling slightly. Allison frowns.

"I always thought Lydia and I would I buy a house together, but seriously this is great Scott, it's all going to be okay," Allison rambles. The mention of Lydia makes Scott's heart drop a bit.

Breakfast that morning is awkward. Cora, Isaac, Allison, and Scott sit quietly at a table eating. Everything is okay until Stiles stumbles into the room, his eyes bloodshot and the skin surrounding them puffy. He trips over his own feet as he walks towards his friends. Scott gets up from the table, abandoning his food, and takes Stiles' arm. Leading his best friend to the kitchen sink, Scott washes the dried alcohol off of Stiles's hands before splashing a bit on his face. Stiles widens his eyes and blinks rapidly, but does not say anything. Scott plops Stiles down on a stool and begins to make his friend eggs and bacon. With Stiles's plate in one hand and Stiles himself in the other, Scott walks back to the table, sitting the boy down in front of his food and handing him the fork. Stiles looks emotionlessly at the food. Scott sits back down in front of his own food and looks hopefully at Stiles. "Eat Stiles, you'll feel better," Scott insists. Stiles doesn't reply, only looks longer at the food on the plate. "Stiles you should really eat man," Scott says again, giving up on eating his own food. Stiles covers his mouth and begins to sprint away to the nearest bathroom. Ritually, Scott follows quickly after Stiles. He walks in on his best friend throwing up in the toilet. Scott sighs and rubs his temples, trying to calm down. Stiles begins to sob on the floor, his entire body pale and shaking. Scott's heart breaks for his best friend. "Stiles..."

Stiles only falls a bit more so he is laying in a ball on the bathroom floor. Allison appears behind Scott. She sighs and rushes to Stiles side. Her gentle hands stroke his arm. Stiles grabs Allison's hand, is if to grab an anchor. "Don't leave me ever, okay Allison?" Allison nods.

"Okay Stiles."

Outside of the bathroom, Cora storm upstairs. "Cora!" Isaac calls after the girl. In a fit of rage, Cora sprints to Stiles room and begins to check everywhere. She is like a police force dog, trying to sniff out the things that are ruining Stiles' mind and body. "Cora!" Isaac repeats, finally catching up to her. Cora finds a small glass tube full of white powder. She scoffs and open the window before chucking the tube out of it. She finds a half empty bottle of fireball whiskey on the dresser and snatches that and throws it out of the window as well. The next thing she finds is a bowl for "special herbs" as Stiles always called them. Cora screams and throws the bowl out into the woods outside to Stiles room. Isaac watches, not wanting to stop what she is doing, but knowing he should. There is a drawer full of bent and slightly charred spoons. Cora widens her eyes in surprise. "Heroin too?" She whispers. Cora had never once thought that Stiles would take it that far. Just as she picks one of the spoons up from the drawer, Stiles, Scott, and Allison join Isaac in the doorway. They all look at the destroyed spoons and hold their breath. Cora looks straight at Stiles. "Are you kidding me?" She exclaims. Stiles stares at her blankly. "You've been shooting up with heroin? Are you fucking retarded?!" Cora screams. Allison walks into the room and tries to calm Cora down, in fear she will hurt Stiles even more than he already is. Grabbing all of the spoons in her fist, Cora drops them out of the window. Stiles jumps towards her a little bit as she does so. Cora looks back at Stiles in disappointment.

"Cora I... I'm sorry, at the time I just, I needed it-"

"No Stiles, no one ever needs drugs like this, you don't need drugs to help you, you need us, your friends. Now where the hell is the needle and your stash?" Cora asks Stiles angrily. Allison tries to grab Cora's arm to calm her down, but the Hale girl shrugs her off. Stiles shakes his head.

"No Cora, it's my life, I'll fuck it up if I want to."

"You most certainly will not! I need you to much to watch you fuck up yourself, so where the fuck is it?" Cora repeats, louder this time.

"Cora back off," Isaac tells her from the doorway. Cora sighs and begins searching through Stiles room again. She throws a picture frame on the floor as she searches. Stiles widens his eyes at the sound of shattering glass. He drops to his knees next to the now broken frame and tries not to cry. It's a picture of Lydia, smiling at him above the camera he was holding. Stiles runs his finger tips over the picture, shaking and holding back a flood of tears. Cora ignores this and finds his needle and stash of heroin in Stiles, shirt drawer. Stiles notices that she has found it and stands up, still holding the frame. Cora storms over to the window and as she begins to throws the drug out into the morning air, Stiles appears and tries to catch the drug with the hand that is holding the picture frame, causing him to drop it by accident. His eyes widen at the falling frame and he tries to jump out of the window after it. Lydia, running through his head in a panic. But it isn't Lydia, Stiles jumped out of a window for a picture of a girl who is long gone. Allison reflexively grabs Stiles' leg and tries to pull him up. Isaac is the first to join her in hauling Stiles back into his room. Upon getting him back inside, Stiles drops to the ground holding the frame that he managed to catch. He holds it to his chest, crying with his head down. Cora sighs and instantly regrets being so harsh. She walks quietly out of the room, away from everyone's judgmental stares. She couldn't stand watching her friend like that anymore, is was breaking her.
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Lydia sits restlessly in the small diner, scanning the newspaper for available homes. The waiter brings her a coffee and she ritually adds cream and sugar. She was a mess last night. Lydia had rented a room in a motel and just cried herself to sleep and woke up crying before she looked at herself in the mirror and told herself to cut it the fuck out. This was her life now. She would take the money out of her assassin bank account and transfer it to another regular account, buy a house, get a job, have the baby, and raise it alone. But what about Stiles? Something within her asks this question. Do I tell him when the baby is born? No.

Lydia places the newspaper on the table and takes a deep breath before picking up the warm mug in her cold hands. Taking a sip of the warm liquid, Lydia tries to relax. This is it.