I'm taking back the crown
I'm all dressed up and naked
I see what's mine and take it
(Finders keepers, losers weepers)

Emperors New Clothes- Panic! At The Disco
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As Cora struts confidently into the tall and serious building, her black heels click repetitively on the concrete floor. A thin woman sits at a desk at the end of the foyer looking carelessly down at the papers on her desk with furrowed eyebrows. When she reaches the desk Cora speaks casually. "Mr. Calavera?" The woman doesn't even look up at Cora. She just points to the door behind her.

"Go right on in and mind the blood, cleaning is slow today." Cora smirks mysteriously in amusement. Walking towards the room she hears complete silence. When she opens the door Mr. Calavera is sitting at his desk on a small laptop with glasses pressed to his nose.

"Ms. Hale, how can I help you?" He asks, preoccupied with his work. Cora sits down in front of her governor of sorts.

"Mr. Calavera, I have a few things I think you would like to hear about," she says with her eyebrows furrowed. Finally he concentrates more on her face then his papers.

"And they would be?" He asks almost annoyed. Cora then raises her eyebrows.

"Well I have recently been at our hotel and met up with a few people who I've noticed have been sloppy while on jobs," she says as part of her act, "agents Stlinski, Martin, Argent, McCall, and even my own partner Isaac Lahey, who have all been trained by my brother, are getting very close to failing on their assignments." Mr. Calavera nods.

"And what would you like to do about this?" He asks, squinting his almond eyes. Cora smirks slightly.

"Well it is my belief that if the six of us upgrade to a squad of assassins, their work won't be so sloppy, since we will be working together," Cora explains, trying to dull down the hope in her voice. Mr. Calavera smiles.

"I knew I liked you," he says, "they should all be informed of their new status by the time you return to the hotel."
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"You have got to be joking!" Lydia yells in protest as she ends the phone call. Allison looks at her with a nervous expression.

"You got the call too then," Allison replies before sighing. The door to their hotel room bursts open and Lydia quickly reacts by chucking a ring dagger at the person at the door, Allison also arming herself with a crossbow. Only to find out that it is Cora with their new "squad" trailing behind her. She catches the knife, causing it to slice her hand.

"Better not do that when we're on a job together Lyds," Cora says as she tosses Lydia back the knife. She catches it swiftly and Allison lowers her weapon. The group of four enters Allison and Lydia's room, Cora and Isaac bravely, Scott nervously, and Stiles sluggishly. In fact, the Stilinski boy practically trips over himself into the room.

"So our first job together is tonight, and it should be easy, there is a rumor that a man is going to murder a business owner that's sponsors us, so we have to be ready by about six o'clock, sound good?" Isaac confirms. Stills raises a hand.

"Does anyone have any statistics about cocaine, like how long the effects last?" Stiles asks with drooping eyelids. Scott looks at him concerned.

"What the hell do you need coke statistics for?" Lydia asks in a disapproving tone. Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

"Would you believe me if I said I was doing a research project?" He asks. Scott pulls the yellow pages book off the bedside night stand and thwacks Stiles' hard in the back of the head with it. He hits him so hard that Stiles falls into the bed side table onto the lamp. "Fuck!" He yells agitated. Scott crosses his arms over his chest angrily. Stiles continues to hit the ground, his head hitting first with a loud crack. He laughs deeply before lifting a hand up. "Wanna lend a hand, firecracker?" Stiles asks referring to Lydia who moments before was standing with her arms over her chest.

"Oh sure," she says with mock happiness. Allison watches closely as she slides something into her hand before going over to Stiles. When Lydia grasps Stiles' outstretched hands a shock of electric current runs through him before he releases. With a scowl on his face he swings his arm around and trips Lydia, causing her to land on him. He swiftly flips them over and straddles her. A smirk slides into his face.

"Hey firecracker," he says, all to happy with himself. She growls softy and brings her knee up in between his legs. He groans and falls to the ground next to Lydia, holding where her knee hit. A smirk forms on his lips. "Gotten stronger I see." Lydia stands up from the ground swiftly standing next to Allison and Cora. Scott helps his friend up only to hit him across the head again angrily. Stiles scowls and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Ok so ya, job tonight, be there," Cora repeats before grabbing Lydia's hand and pulling her out of the room. Allison quickly whispers something in Lydia's ear before they are out of he room. Lydia sighs heavily and grabs the collar of Stiles' shirt, pulling him out with her. Allison has requested that she and Scott be alone.

"Isaac!" Lydia yells from the hallway. He smirks and then rushes out of the room, closing the door behind him. Scott bites his lips awkwardly and holds his hands together behind his back. Allison moves across the room cautiously and sits on the bed, patting the spot next to her hopefully.

"I'd rather stand," Scott starts, "it seems that every time I'm on a bed with you I end up alone," he says disdainfully, "I don't want to loose you." Clenching her eyes shut, Allison sees visions of Scott feeling every inch of her body running through her mind. And how she would leave quickly in the morning before he even woke up, never seeing him after that for weeks.

"I'm incapable of love," Allison announces. Scott sighs, knowing easily what she means.

"No, you just don't want to let yourself love," Scott confirms. Allison nods at his spoken thoughts.

"Your right," she says with her voice cracking, "I loved my parents so much and they betrayed me. They lied to me about who they were. They were assassins and they never told me."

"What about Lydia and Cora, and Isaac? Even Stiles?" Scott questions.

"Lydia was the one who was there when my parents revealed their lie and Cora and Isaac were just always there, they never gave me a reason to doubt them," Allison explains the the confused boy. He cocks an eyebrow.

"And Stiles?" Scott continues. Allison sighs.

"Ya, I love Stiles," Allison confirms, causing Scott's heart strings to pull. He gulps harshly. "I'm worried about him, but the person I'm most afraid to love is you," Allison informs the boy. Scott sucks in a breath.

"I feel like and idiot, did I give you a reason to doubt me?" Scott continues to ask. Allison shakes her head, curls bouncing around her pale face.

"No, not once."

"Then why won't you stay until I wake up, just once?" Scott asks the girl desperately. Allison's throat feels as if it has swollen to the point where she is incapable of speech.

"I don't know!" Allison finally forces herself to shout. She stand up quickly and throws her arms around Scott's neck. The tears cause her to cough and sputter into Scott's shoulder. "I don't want to feel weak, to prove to my parents that I could have handled their secret, and I feel like belonging to someone makes me weak!" She explains through loud tears. Scott's hand press into the small of her back forcefully.

"On the job tonight I want you by my side, got it?" Allison answered only with a simple nod into Scott's shirt.