She knows there was a better way to dispose of Stiles drugs. At the time it was like a fire filled her body, and the flames were licking her nerves, electrifying her need to get rid of the drugs. Cora then proceeded to run out of the room and up into the loft. She is just standing in the middle of the room, running her hands through her hair, trying to calm down. Her  breathing just begins to slow when Stiles barges through the door, their friends behind him. The frame is still clasped in his right hand. He storms up to Cora and points a finger in her face. "You had no right to get rid of my shit!" Cora sighs.

"I couldn't watch you destroy yourself!" Cora yells.

"That's not your choice! I did this to myself! It's not your choice!" Stiles screams in her face.

"No Stiles, she did this! I blame Lydia who decided the best way to keep you healthy was to leave you!" Cora screeches, the fire returning. Stiles rolls his red eyes.

"Stop acting like she killed me or something!" Stiles bellows.

"You stop acting like she is dead and needs you to mourn her! She isn't dead Stiles! She left all of us without any explanation! She doesn't deserve to have us mourn over her!" Yells Cora.

"Cora lay off!" Scott yells from behind Stiles. Cora ignores Scott.

"In fact, if I saw her right now, I'd fucking beat her for doing this to you!" Cora screams. Stiles looks at Cora with wide eyes. He turns, without saying a word, and walks slowly past his other friends towards the door.

"Stiles," Allison calls out. Stiles just speeds up. Isaac stars to chase Stiles. The Stilinski boy transitions into a full on sprint. Scott and Allison run after him as well. Cora stays in the loft and throws her fist into the wall, overwhelmed.

"Stiles!" Isaac yells. Stiles has always been the fastest. Always. There is no possible way they can catch up to him. Stiles practically flies into the garage and jumps into a black sports car. He pulls out and nearly hits Scott and Allison as he does so. Scott grabs Allison's waist and pulls her away from harm as Stiles pulls out of the institute at full speed.

He is still intoxicated. Hell, he drank half the bottle of Fireball this morning and snorted a little cocaine. Not a good mix, especially with driving. His foot is heavy on the gas pedal. The engine roars as Stiles speeds down every road. He rolls down every window and just screams. The yelling hurts, burns his throat, but it feels good at the same time. Stiles pulls one of those mini vodka bottles out of his pocket and chugs it. It tastes awful, burns his throws even, but it numbs him, which is what he was going for. He runs through a red light and laughs maniacally.

Now that he is on the highway it is straight road for miles. Since this car belongs to assassins, it is full of heavy guns and other weapons. Stiles reaches into the back and grabs a stash of them. In a swift motion he keeps dropping the weapons on the pedal, making the car go fast without him having to do anything. Stiles smirks and begins to pull his body through the open window. He climbs drunkenly onto the roof of the car. At first he yells happily as he lays on his stomach.

Another engine roars behind him. He glances behind him to see Isaac and Scott in a car as Allison drives, speeding after Stiles. There is a look of determination on her face. Stiles smirks at her mischievously. An idea pops into his head. Slowly he begins to rise, the wind whistling around him. Defying any scientific laws, Stiles rises until he is standing up straight. He raises his arms in the air and screams almost happily. Glancing back at his friends, they all have a look of utter worry in their faces. Stiles just keeps smirking and look straight letting the wind whip him around. Suddenly the car he is standing on, swerves. Stiles looses his balance and begins to fall, the smirk still on his face. Allison clenches her teeth and speeds up. She ends up almost right behind the sports car. Stiles finally is thrown off the top of the car and he smashes into the windshield of Allison's car. Allison slows down and pulls over. The three of them jump out of the car to check on Stiles. He lays on the hood of the car, blood coating his back, and laughs quietly. Allison notices glass stuck in the back of his skull and sighs. Scott pulls Stiles off of the car. Stiles rips his arm away from Scott like a toddler. Scott points to the car. "Get in the fucking car." Stiles sticks out his tongue, but does as Scott said. Scott clenches his fists and takes a deep breath. Allison rubs Scott's shoulder before returning to the drivers seat. Scott walks to the passenger seat and sits, furious. Isaac sighs, rubbing his temples, and sits in the back seat with Stiles. Allison begins driving.

"You never do that again, okay? Ever," Allison demands. Stiles rolls his eyes.

"I'll tell you the same thing I told Isaac's girlfriends, it's my life, I'll fuck it up if I want to," Stiles grumbles. Scott closes his eyes as tries not to cry. This is his best friend, and he almost just killed himself.

"Stiles what the fuck!" Scott finally bursts out. Stiles looks at Scott with furrowed eyebrows. "I don't get you! You had this pining for Lydia ever since she walked into the institute! She was mean to you for months! Years! But every damn time she let you in just a little bit, suddenly she was this angel! Then she leaves you! Just flat out leaves! And what do you do? You stand on the roof of a fucking car and almost get yourself killed! She is doing this to you, no matter how much we all love her!" Stiles kicks the seat.

"That's just in Scott! I'm in love with her! I LOVE LYDIA MARTIN AND SHE LEFT ME!" Stiles screams before opening the car door and jumping out in a split second. Allison slams on the brake. And gasps. She leaps out of the car and chases after Stiles who peeled himself off of the ground, covered in burns from the road and blood coated. Stiles sprints to where his car was wrecked.

"Stiles!" Allison yells to him as she does her best to chase him down. Stiles sprints at full speed towards the car wreck. He squeezes his way through the smashed door and starts rapidly searching for the picture frame of Lydia. His breathing picks up.

"Where is it?" He asks himself in a panic. Allison finally catches up to Stiles, who completely ignores her.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Allison asks under her heavy breathing. Stiles gets out of the car and looks around frantically.

"I only have the one picture of her," Stiles mumbles, looking around the area.

"Stiles, I have pictures of her, you can have mine," Allison promised the broken boy. Stiles' shakes his head and crawls under the card

"No, this one is my picture of her, the only one," Stiles protests. Stiles stands up again and looks past Allison at the busy highway. Suddenly he spots the frame lying in between two lanes. He widens his eyes and waits a second before running for it. Allison tries to hold him back from running onto the highway, but fails.

"Stiles!" She screeches. He does not look back at her. Two cars almost hit him straight on but he manages to avoid them swiftly. He grabs the frame and looks up to see a car merging, crossing the lanes, and heading straight for him. In that moment he accepts that he is going to die. With the picture tightly in his grasp, he squeezes his eyes shut. Suddenly a force comes out of no where and pushes him off of the highway, back onto the grass. Stiles lands on his back with a loud thump, and the wind gets knocked out of his lungs. It takes a few seconds to catch his breath, when he does, he looks around to see Cora hovering above him, breathing heavily. Allison looks at the pair of them with wide eyes. Scott has turned the car around and he and Isaac jump out of it to get to their friends.

Cora's eyes lock with Stiles'. "That's the second time I have saved you today," Cora says, out of breath. Stiles sits up and glances down at the cracked frame in his hands. Tears prick at his eyes. He sniffs and glances back up at Cora.

"I'm sorry Cora," Stiles finally tells her. She shakes her head slowly and takes a deep breath.

"No, I'm sorry," she admits, holding out her hand. Stiles grabs it willingly and immediately after standing, wraps his arms around Cora. Cora hugs him back. "You know I love you right?" Cora asks for reassurance. Stiles smirks slightly.

"I love you to baby Hale," Stiles replies. Isaac's phone suddenly starts ringing. They all look at him with concern. There is a small part of all of them that hopes it's Lydia.

"Hello?" Isaac answers.

"You idiots better get your asses back to the institute or your going to see the gates of hell!" Derek screams before hanging up. Isaac puts his phone back in his pocket.

"I think we should go to the institute, like right now."