And all I gave you is gone
Tumbled like it was stone
Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

Dynasty, MIIA
__________________________The gang meets up in the lobby of the building once all of their floors are cleared and everyone is dead. Each of them are dressed in fresh wounds, some small and other more major. Blood coats much of their skin and clothes, bruises adorn their skin like fresh hickey's on a teenager. Nails are caked with blood, hair is sweaty and stuck to their backs. Clothes are ripped and teared, because of thrown knives and combat moves that were to advanced for fancy fabric. The air between everyone is dense and quiet, but not awkward.

Lydia went immediately to Cora and Allison. After such and intimate and trustful moment with Stiles her mind and body need a moment to calm down and breathe. All she needs is her friends. Allison reluctantly let's go of Scott's wrist to comfort Lydia.

Stiles clicks his tongue and Scott's wounded hands. "I told you McCall, gloves," Stiles exclaims, wiggling his leather clad fingers in front of Scott's eyes obnoxiously. Scott squints, not the least bit annoyed with his friend, only bored with the situation. Quickly, Scott snatches Stiles fingers and with no complication dislocates the middle three fingers with an obnoxious "pop!" Stiles pulls his hand away and clutches it. His face pulls tightly together. "Fuck!" He screams bitterly. Stiles nurses his fingers by rubbing them. Isaac rolls his eyes at the situation.

"Don't be such a girl," he exclaims while walking towards Stiles. Swiftly, he pops Stiles fingers back into place with yet another painful pop. Something then hits Isaac in the back of the head. "Fuck, ow!" Isaac replies to Allison's punch. Stiles scoffs.

"Don't be such a girl!" Stiles mocks Isaac. The golden eyed boy is then also approached by Allison and hit. "Ow what the hell was that for?" Allison raises her eyebrows.

"I'll have you know girls are just as powerful as boys," Allison hisses. Stiles smirks.

"Alright Argent, I'll take you right here," Stiles offers, standing in a ready to fight position. Allison also moves her body into a standard fighting stance. Within seconds the two are going at it with the others around them rooting for their favorite. Lydia however, stays uncharacteristically quiet. In the end Allison beats Stiles with a swift kick to the temple. He falls to his knees, holding his head. Allison smiles.

"Looks like I beat you."

"You still fight like a girl," Stiles claims as Allison turns away from him and walks towards Lydia and Cora, pulling them to the car with her.

"Thanks," Allison throws over her shoulder. Once the commotion is over Scott calms his laughing and helps Stiles up who is still holding his head.

"You good man?" Scott asks. Stiles shakes his head and then cringes.

"Nah, I think your girlfriend gave me a concussion," Stiles claims.

"It was your own fault," Isaac mutters under his breath. Stiles chooses to politely ignore this comment.

"She is not my girlfriend," Scott says defensively. Stiles fakes a laugh.

"Ya, ha ha funny," Stiles mocks. Scott let's out a sigh and has Isaac help him move Stiles to the car.

The car ride back to the hotel is long and full of different arguments and conversations. "YOU ALMOST LET MY FRIEND FALL OUT OF AN EIGTH STORY WINDOW?" Allison screams to Stiles who is once again residing in the back with all of the weapons.

"For the last fucking time, it wasn't my fault!" Stiles protests. Allison turns to look over the seat at Stiles.

"Bull shit! You're supposed to watch after her!" Stiles rolls his eyes at her remark.

"And usually when you sleep with someone you stay with them until the morning," Stiles comments meanly. Allison becomes filled with rage. Her hands form fists.

"Stiles!" Lydia shouts angrily. Allison begins to physically shake with anger.

"I should let you know it is taking everything in me not to fucking kill you," Allison states with her teeth gritting together. Stiles shrugs.

"Don't give me a reason to tell you the bitter truth," Stiles tells the fierce girl. Scott mumbles an unfortunate fuck before Allison leaps over the back seat and starts punching Stiles everywhere possible. He resists the blows, never once hitting her back out of respect. He knows he was being an asshole, but it's the only thing he understands how to do. Her thin fingers grasp his shoulder blades. She slams his skull onto the car floor once lightly, another time and a third time with a raging scream. Lydia launches herself into the backseat of the car to try and pry Allison off of Stiles before she does kill him. When Lydia fails to fight against her best friends strength and determination Scott jumps into the trunk as well. Just as he pulls Allison off of Stiles the car swings to the left. There is a swerving sensation, the car noticeably spinning across the highway. A large force hits the side of the car, a force so strong the the car starts skidding sideways, then flipping over. Screams echo as the car tumbles and crashes. Heads are slammed into car windows and people are clashed together with the he lack of seat belts. As for Isaac and Cora in the front seats, the air bags smash into their bodies, seemingly causing more bad then good. Eventually the car stops moving and all that's left is broken glass and groans of pain. Allison watches as Scott's boot kicks her into the eye, promising a dark bruise. Isaac fights to find Cora's hand throughout the radical movements of the vehicle. Stiles eyes are caught up in Lydia swirling flames that she calls hair. Putting him in a trance to distract him from the searing pain of the knives slicing up his body. Upon the car sudden movement the knives and other weapons fly around in the back, causing danger to anyone around them. Scott is the first to speak.

"Is everyone okay?" He bellows, sitting on the ceiling of he car that is now upside down. Lydia groans in response, Allison nods her head, and Stiles replies with a, "if a knife slicing your concussioned head open qualifies as okay then yes." One of the loose knives flew and ripped the skin on Stiles' forehead open, causing blood to seep from the wound into his eyes, blinding him. Isaac yells from the passenger seat.

"Cora, she was hurt before the accident, she passed out from blood loss while driving, she needs a hospital," Isaac exclaims. He watches as the girl he loves is trapped by the air bag. The blood drips from the wound across her onto her chin as she hangs upside down. Blood seeps out of her mouth slowly, causing alarm to anyone who sees it. Lydia groans.

"I think I have a broken rib, I can't move," she says with a high and squeaky voice. Stiles attempts to sit up, only falling back down because of his head injuries.

"Fuck," he grumbles in annoyance, "is it bad Lydia? Cause I can't fucking sit up," Stiles claims angrily. Lydia shakes her head with a grimace.

"Nothing I can't handle. Isaac, check Cora's pulse!" Lydia demands. After a few moments Isaac shouts back his response.

"It's slow, but there, we are stuck in these god damned seats though," Isaac snarls.

"Why don't we just wait for the cops," Scott suggests. Allison rolls her sore eyes.

"Ya? And what do we tell them when they ask about the rifles and katanas in the back seat?" Allison reminds him. Scott furrows his eyebrows in disgust.

"Okay Scott and Isaac, I am half blind, so get Lydia and Allison out so we can help Cora," Stiles demands. The two boys pull themselves out from the wrecked car as they try their hardest to climb out Stiles tries to get to Lydia, his head pulsing with pain. "Lyds?" Stiles questions kindly.

"Yeah?" She responds with pain laced in her voice.

"Is it really bad?" He asks referring to her supposedly broken rib. She squeezes her eyes shut and holds in tears.

"I- I don't know, I can't move," Lydia complains. Stiles claws his way to the girl. He finds her with a hand over her ribs. Her face is contorted in pain, trying not to cry. "Stiles I can't fucking breath," Lydia claims trying to breath, but cringing whenever she tries. "I can't take a deep breath!" She exclaims. Stiles nods slowly.

"I know I know, Scott, Isaac hurry!" Stiles yells. A pair of hands grab Lydia's ankles and they pull her gently from the wreck. Stiles clambers out next. With Scott's help Allison gets herself out of the damaged vehicle. Isaac gets Cora from her seat with much complication. His careful hands pull her gently from the wreck.

"We've gotta hurry before the car that hit us comes to talk," Scott insists. Isaac shakes his head.

"Cora will never make it back to the hotel," Isaac claims. The whole group holds their breath. "We have to do something, she's bleeding out!" Isaac demands. Allison holds his shoulder to try and calm him down. Lydia takes out her phone and dials a memorized number as she leans on Allison. Everyone stares at her with raised eyebrows.

"Who are you calling?" Stiles asks, his voice labored and slow, like it took everything he had to speak. Lydia let's out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Derek." The phone rings only once before he answers.

"Lydia?"

"Cora's hurt, track my phone," Lydia demands through the phone before hanging up. Derek is a devoted brother, it's easy to assume he would do anything to get to his little sister. Their bond is undeniable.

"Is he coming?" Allison questions. Lydia nods.

"We should start walking anyways to avoid cops," Isaac reminds everyone. The squad nods in agreement and begins to walk before hearing a small thump behind them. Stiles can't take it anymore, the pounding in his head becomes to much. It feels like someone took a sledgehammer to his temple and slammed the tool into his skull until his brain was liquified. Scott is the first to react. He sprints to his barely conscious friend and drops to his side. His hands grasp Stiles cheeks. Stiles eyes strain to figure out who the figure in front of him is. His eyes ache when they are open so once he figures out the figure is Scott, his eyelids fall.

"It hurts Scotty," Stiles says, barely audible.

"I know buddy, we're going to pull you into some bushes so no one can see us just hang in there," Scott informs his best friend. Stiles doesn't nod or respond he just waits. Allison assists in pulling Stiles into some shrubs that should disguise them leaving Lydia to sit helplessly on the ground with her broken rib. The pounding in his head becomes unbearable as they tug him along. A long and ugly scream erupts from his mouth and is followed by, "Scott! Stop, stop, stop! Please!" Stiles begs. Scott shakes his head.

"We're almost there just hold on!" Scott exclaims. The pulling stops, but Stiles screaming does not. He eventually opens his eyes when he feels a soft hand rub his shoulder. Every inch of his sight is consuming the image of bright green eyes and a mane of strawberry blonde waves. The girl fought through her pain and pulled herself to the boy.

"Lydia," he whispers her name thankfully as if just the sound of it eased the pain in his head. She smiles weakly and rubs the hair away from his forehead.

"Hang in there Stilinski, everything is going to be okay." Then there is a scream of distress.

"Guys! She's not breathing!" Isaac yells referring to Cora who is a lifeless lump on the ground in front of her lover.

"Cora's in trouble," Stiles tells Lydia who looks around in panic. She turns her gaze down to Stiles who spoke to her softly.

"I know, I know," Lydia mumbles. Stiles closes his eyes again.

"Go, help Cora," Stiles insists. Lips press against Stiles own cold ones and pull away almost as quickly as they came. Lydia joins the rest of the group around Cora. Allison has ripped open Cora's shirt and began to try and stitch it with the little material they have. Isaac is trying not to cry over her body. Eventually a cry of sadness is released from his mouth. The sound is drowned out by the roaring of a motor. A large black car pulls next to the bushes they are hidden in. Derek steps out from the car, his silhouette tall and buff. The man runs to his bleeding sister and doesn't take his eyes off of her once. He blows air into her lungs and pounds on her heart, willing for it to restart. After nearly twelve minutes of nothing the young group of assassins are sure that they have lost Cora forever. They are sure that they will never see her mischievous smile, or hear her knowing laugh, afraid that they will never be able to look into those beautiful, curious, and prying brown eyes ever again. Terrified that her brown hair will never swing healthily as she fights off opponents. With one final pound on her chest Cora's eyes shoot open and she takes a breath of air. Her head falls back into Isaac's lap, limp and heavy. She passes out again, but remains alive and breathing. Derek only mumbles a simple, "get in the car," as he lifts Cora off of the ground. Isaac watches the siblings nervously. Afraid that Derek will somehow figure out that they are together. Allison and Scott carry Lydia into the car and then come back for Stiles who has since passed out. The young adults pile into the back of the car quietly.