"Are you guys kidding me right now?" Derek screams as the five assassins walk into the kitchen of the institute. Cora sighs and tries to cover up for everyone.

"Derek you don't-"

"Cora don't even bother! You guys already got in trouble for having sex before having a partner assigned, and made the cops notice our work! Now you ride on the top of a fucking car and then crash it!" Derek screams. Stiles knows this is all his fault. He just continues squeezing the picture frame of Lydia in his right hand. Derek looks at each of them and then furrows his eyebrows confused. "Where is Lydia?" Derek questions them. Stiles nearly chokes. He sniffs and sprints away. Allison puts her head in Scott's shoulder, holding back tears. His arm snakes around her waist. Cora and Isaac hold strong faces. "Cora Hale where the hell is Lydia?" Derek says louder. The team stays quiet for a good minute. Suddenly a yell comes from one floor up. Derek uncrossed his arms and follows the scream in a sprint. The scream came from a boy. With the others following him, Derek runs into Stiles' room and finds the young man surrounded by shattered glass from the bathroom mirror. He lays on the ground, an empty bag of what used to hold white powder next to him, blood also dropping from his wrist. Scott has to look away. Before anyone can get to him, Stiles continues carving a name into his wrist with the glass.

"Stiles!" Isaac yells, dropping next to him and throwing the glass out of his hand. Allison joins Isaac in the other side of Stiles. The drugged up boy closes his eyes and screams, just screams incredibly loud. His face turns pink and blood drips violently from his nose from all the drugs. Cora tried to rid the room of the substances that trouble Stiles, but she missed some of it. Much to Stiles' relief. Isaac and Allison try to hold down Stiles and calm him down.

Derek unable to watch anymore, grabs Scott, who also can not look, by the arm and pulls him out of the room. He looks at the boy with all seriousness. "Where's Lydia?" He asks. Scott shakes his head.

"We don't know," Scott says vaguely. Derek rubs his temples in aggravation.

"Stiles can't go on any more missions for a few weeks," Derek demands. Scott frowns.

"But then it will just be Cora, the rest of us are all quiting," Scott tells Derek regretfully. Derek is silent for a moment. The kids he trained for years are all leaving the profession.

"Then I'll be her combat partner," Derek tells the boy. Scott and Derek agree on the plan and walk back into Stiles' room. Cora is attempting to clean up Stiles' bleeding arm, the name of a girl with strawberry blonde hair, carved harshly into his skin. Stiles had calmed down considerably. He is no longer screaming, but crying silently, leaning completely against Allison as Isaac lays a supportive hand in his shoulder. Cora manages to put a patch over the cuts and then plants a kiss on her friend's wet cheek. Allison takes her sleeve and wipes the blood from Stiles' nose.

"Stiles you-" Scott starts before Stiles' phone dings from his back pocket. Stiles lazily pulls out his phone and glances unhappily at the screen, cringing at the light. The text is from an unfamiliar number. Stiles reads it quickly. I'm okay, I love you -L. Stiles drops the phone in the glass surrounding him. Isaac picks up the phone and reads the text out loud. Every stares at Isaac as he reads, barely believing it. Stiles contorts his face before hiding it in Allison's neck as he begins to sob quietly.

Two months later. (Lydia is six months pregnant)

Sweat drips from every inch of his skin. His shirt has been cast aside for more freedom in his movement. His damp hair that is usually gelled back, sticks wet to his forehead. With every punch his knuckles slam harshly into the punching bag. His bare feet stick to the ground, holding his stance. His vision is focused intensely on the bag, the caramel color of his eyes becomes pooled with the black of his pupils. With one last punch, Stiles lets his guard down. Grabbing the bag to steady it, Stiles breathes heavily for a moment. It is too much to say he is fine now after two months, but it can be said that he has improved. Lydia leaving led him back to drugs, much to his friends dismay. Now he turned to the support of his friends, although he could not completely give up drugs. Often, Stiles would smoke pot, just to take the edge off.

Today he is a bit dismal, seeing as Scott and Allison are finally moving to Scott's home. There is a room there just for Stiles, if he decides to take it. Everything in him wanted him to go live with his best friend, but there was something holding him at the institute. Maybe it was the memory of her, or maybe it is the hope that she will return there someday. Either way, it was sad that Scott was leaving with the love of his life and Stiles was being left here. Then again Cora and Isaac would be staying at the institute. That still left Stiles semi- alone. He just wishes that Lydia would come home.

"Up for one match before we leave?" Scott asks as he enters the training room in sweatpants and a tight t shirt. Stiles looks back at him and smirks, wiping sweat off of his face.

"You're on McCall," Stiles replies happily. Scott smiles and tosses a bō staff to Stiles, keeping one for himself. Stiles prepares himself as Scott approaches him slowly. With one quick inhale, Stiles swings his staff, aiming for Scott's hip. Scott deflects the blow with his own staff and kicks Stiles' in the gut. Stiles stumbles back, but quickly regains his form. Scott steps forward and sweeps Stiles' feet out from under him. Stiles falls on his back but swings his legs into the back of Scott's knees, causing him to fall. Scott lands on his knees before Stiles launches himself at him and pushes the McCall boy onto his back. Stiles presses the stick into Scott's throat, proving he has won the match. The two boys smile a little and help each other up. Isaac walks casually into the training room and claps slowly.

"Nice work boys, way to include me, I appreciate that," Isaac jokes. Stiles smirks.

"I though you were sick, seeing as you're wearing a freaking scarf indoors," Stiles teases Isaac. Scott holds in a laugh. Isaac chuckles along with the boys. Allison walks in next with her slippers shuffling against the floor. It is only about five thirty in the morning, Scott and Allison wanted to get to Scott's house early so that they could clean and set up new furniture that Allison took from her own house that she sold. The house is about and hour and a half away, so not unreasonably far.

"What are you guys doing?" Allison asks sleepily. Scott opens his arms for her to fall into. She slumps lazily into his chest, eyes half closed.

"Nothing much," Scott replies casually. Isaac rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. Stiles smiles slightly and grabs his water bottle off of the floor, taking a large sip. Allison catches Stiles watching his friends intently. She smirks at him.

"What is it Stilinski?" Allison asks happily. Stiles shrugs and shakes his head.

"Nothing Allison," Stiles tells the tired girl.

"Hey love birds! Derek finished packing your stuff, time to go!" Cora shouts down to her friends from upstairs. The group of friends smile at each other and walk together to the entrance of the institute where Derek and Cora are standing. "You're all ready to go," Cora states with a sad smile. Allison looks at Cora with bright eyes.

"We'll keep in touch, and also have dinner her at least once a month, I promise," Allison tells Cora. Derek sighs.

"I'll have to keep that under the radar for you guys, if you aren't an assassin anymore, you're not technically supposed to be at any institute," Derek tells the kids. The five of them nod in understanding. "What are you two going to do, job wise?" Derek asks.

"I qualify to become a nurse and Scott will be the stay at home boyfriend," Allison says happily. Scott smirks and kisses Allison's cheek.

"We should get going so lets start our goodbyes ya?" Scott suggests. Allison nods and hugs Cora first. Scott hugs Derek first. "Thanks for everything, and help keep an eyes on him for me," Scott tells Derek, referring to Stiles. Derek nods.

"I always do." Scott smiles and nods to Derek before moving on to Isaac.

Allison whispers into Cora's ear as they hug, "I know that there are usually the three of us girls, but I just want you to know that I'm okay with just the two of us," Allison claims. Cora nods and lets Allison bid farewell to Derek. Finally it comes time for Scott and Allison to say goodbye to Stiles. Allison throws her arms around Stiles neck, he squeezes her waist. "I'll miss you Stiles, I love you, so does she," Allison tells Stiles. He nods.

"I know Ali, I love you too, I'm glad you make him happy in ways I can't," Stiles whispers. Allison chuckles and gives him one last tight squeeze before pulling away. Stiles kisses her cheek and then looks to Scott, smirking. "Don't be a stranger McCall."

"And don't be afraid to come live with us," Scott states as he goes in for a hug. The two boys hold tightly onto each other, recognizing every aspect of the other person.

"See you later Scotty." With one last exchange of smiles Scott and Allison begin to walk away. Just as Derek is about to close the door behind the couple, Allison turns quickly around.

"Oh and Stiles, I left something for you in the special place, just for you," Allison states, before taking Scott's hand and walking to the loaded car. Stiles watches in confusion as Allison and Scott pull out of the driveway and Derek closes the door. Stiles glances at Cora and Isaac who look just as confused as he does before turning around to walk upstairs.

His heart begins to pound as his feet skips steps. He goes to their special place, also known as the loft and climbs those stairs two at a time as well. Stopping on the last step, Stiles catches his breath. What would she leave for me in the loft? Taking a deep breath; Stiles steps slowly into the large room. Upon seeing the gift Allison left, his heart gets caught in his throat.

"Hi Stiles."