#storaweek

[jewishwandamaximoff]

So I might not have been able to post a ton for Stora week, but let me tell you I read the Stora tag on Tumblr every day and went through the tag on AO3 probably four times.

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I have a personal headcanon that after the first couple times they have sex Cora lets something slip in Spanish, and she doesn't think he notices but it's literally the reason he finishes and he asks her about it a while later and she's like "oh I did? huh." but she knows that it leaves him bothered so she does it EVERY time.

[coraxstiles]

Day 6: Horror

"You don't have to do this?" Tears ran down the girl's face as she pleaded. "I won't tell anyone I swear."

"Oh I know you wont say anything." Cora wrapped her hand around the girl's neck and crushed her windpipe as if it were nothing. 

"She was supposed to be mine." Stiles said walking down the stairs. 

Cora rolled her eyes and walked over to the work table,  eyes scanning over the different tools. "She talked to much."

"Crushed windpipe is boring." He walked over to her and set a bag down on the table.

"So get to work and make it more interesting." Cora turned to walk away but he grabbed her. The nogitsune had made him stronger than her and she hated it. 

She quickly grabbed him by the throat, her blue eyes glowing brightly. "You started without me." He grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away with ease. 

"Then next time don't make me babysit the mark." She tried to walk away again but he grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. 

Cora bared her teeth at him as he trapped her under his grip.  He didn't do or say anything, he just held her there. After a while Cora's eyes went back to their usual brown and they just stood and looked at each other. Neither of them expected to end up like this but after Kate and Peter killed Derek Cora was to angry to hold it all in anymore. And when the Calaveras came back in town to wipe out Scott Stiles' dad got caught in the crossfire. 

They were both out for revenge and happened to run into each other down in Mexico. That's how it started anyway but now they were to deep in the darkness.

"Are you done?" Cora asked pushing him backwards.

Stiles' phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked down at the screen and then looked up at Cora. "Found another hunter."

"You want to finish her up or do you want to go hunting with me?" Cora grinned already knowing the answer. Stiles walked over and opened his bag pulling out a hunting knife.

"Let's go." He followed her out of the basement, giving a glance over his shoulder at the dead girl slumped in the chair but not giving a thought to her.

[coraxstiles]

Day 5: Hurt/Comfort

"Cora we have to keep moving." Stiles whispered practically dragging her through the empty school hallway.

She coughed up blood and tried to will her legs to move faster. "I told you to get out."

Stiles tried the door to one of the classrooms but it was locked. "There's no way in hell I'm leaving you like this. You can barely walk." There was a loud bang in the distance and his heart started beating faster as adrenaline pumped through his veins. 

"Just go Stiles. I can hold him off." She tried to push him away but he just held her tighter.

"No."  He kept trying door until he finally found a door that was unlocked. They both rushed inside and Stiles sat Cora down on the floor. "We should be okay in here."

She leaned her head back against the wall, her wounds barely healing and bleeding all over the floor. "You're such a fucking idiot." she mumbled to him as he looked for something, anything he could use to get them out.

"This fucking idiot just saved your ass, ya'know in case you weren't paying attention." He rummaged through the desk and found a pair of long sharp scissors and decided that they'd have to do.

"I didn't ask you to save my ass." 

He knelt down and put an ear to the door but didn't hear anything. "You didn't ask anyone for anything. That's your problem."

"Right because you tell everyone when there's something going on with you." She raised an eyebrow up at him. "I'm not stupid. I know about the nightmares, the not eating, the not sleeping." Stiles didn't say anything, he just gaped at her. No one knew, not even Scott, so how did she? Cora smirked at him.  "You forget my whole family was burned alive in a fire and up until a year ago I thought I was the only survivor. I know what it looks like when you're trying to punish yourself."  

Stiles sat down next to her with his back up against the door."But you're not the only survivor. You have Derek and Peter and..."

"Peter's a prick." She mumbled cutting is off.

"Okay. You still have Derek. Why are you trying to punish yourself now?" He gripped the scissors in his hand tightly, just incase something were to happen, and waited. 

It took a while for her to respond, trying to think about of she really should but if she was going to die anyway what the hell. "I told Boyd and Erica we'd all get out of that vault." She didn't look at him at all, it was weird how comfortable she felt saying that around him. She hadn't even told Derek about it. "It sounds stupid but they were the first people in a long time that I actually trusted. Right from the beginning they felt like pack." Her vision started to blur a bit, either from the blood loss or the tears that started forming she could really tell. "Then with everything that happened here while I was gone...I just feel like I'm failing and no matter what I do...." Her voice trailed off and Stiles saw her head drop.

"Cora?...Cora c'mon open your eyes. Stay with me." He knelt over her and took her face in his hand. Her eyes fluttered opened and she groaned a bit.

"I'm okay." She swatted his hands away but he didn't move.

"Aren't we a pair?" He smirked. "Two people who try and fix everything, who are good at hiding when things are all wrong on the inside."

"Except I can see through your bullshit." She grinned and took a deep breath. It hurt her broken ribs but it made her feel more alert and less like she was going to pass out again.

"And I can see through yours." He pushed the hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. "How about a deal?" Cora rolled her eyes like she always did but waited for him to finish. "If we get out of here you start calling me out on my bullshit and I'll start calling you out on yours." 

She thought for a second and shrugged her shoulder. "What the hell, deal." 

"Good. On the other hand, I'm not leaving you here so there's a chance that the both of us are going to die." He had to say it. Just to get it out there once so that the terms were clear.

Cora smiled at the deja-vu she was feeling. Her near death and Stiles there by her side, refusing to leave. "Then maybe you should take your shot while I'm still conscious here Stilinski and stop talking about it." She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. 

It totally took Stiles by surprise. Not only because he was sure Cora hated him and they were both probably going to die but he also spent all this time hoping that Cora hadn't actually heard him in the ambulance.

[captaindreamcicle]

Stora Week Day 5: Hurt/Comfot

Stiles wasn’t sure how he got to the point where traveling in his cramped jeep, for forty-two hours plus, with Cora Hale as his right seater, was a good idea. Oh wait, that’s right, he never did. Instead she had hopped into his moving car, on his way out of Beacon Hills, and refused to get out cause, Stiles had decided, she was a bitch like that. 

Which is exactly how they ended up lost in a empty gas station somewhere in Waynesville, Missouri.

“I fucking told you not to get off the highway Stilinski, but nooo,” Cora growled, throwing her hands up in defeat. “You insisted that this ‘short cut’ would cut out an hour from this little trip.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, as he regarded the open map splayed out across the hood of his Jeep. “I never even invited you on this trip Hale, so please keep your bitching to yourself.”

Cora’s mouth fell open, before she flipped him off and walked into the gas station looking for something to keep hydrated.

Stiles turned to watch her leave, mumbling to himself about how the Hale’s where ruining his life-considering he was only on this trip cause he was trying to save Derek Hale’s fucking life, you’d think she would be nicer to him.

Frustrated with the humidity choking the space around him, Stiles ran his fingers through his hair, looking for the best possible route to get to New York the fastest. For a moment though, he just closed his eyes, enjoying the very limited peace and quiet he was bound to have on the rest of the trip. It was interrupted only seconds later when the bell above the door leading to the small connivence store rattled.

“Alright, so I asked the cashier and he said we’d have the best of luck just continuing on I-44, fastest route.” Cora’s voice didn’t sound as angry anymore, just tired, a lot like Stiles felt.

He nodded, folding up the map. “Think we should keep traveling a couple more hours, try and make it out of Missouri, we’ll get a place to crash in Illinois and continue from there.”

Cora said nothing as she folded herself back into the cramped front seat, placing a plastic bag on the floor in front of her. Once Stiles buckled in, she offered him the cold drink in her hand.

“I picked up some waters, a couple of energy drinks, some fruit, and some junk, figured it’d keep us good till we stopped and found some real food.”

Stiles chugged half the bottle of water, before turning to face her, face going soft. “Think you could drive till Illinois?”

Cora grinned, nodding her head excitingly. Stiles chuckled to himself, bouncing into the passenger seat Cora had left empty.

...

They got a room with two twins in Collinsville because it would be cheaper. Or so Stiles told Cora. Really he just didn’t feel like sleeping alone. Cora had gone out to get some grub at a local diner they passed entering the town as Stiles took a shower and relaxed on the squeaky bed. When she returned he was dozing off with the remote to their small tv balanced on his chest. They ate in relative silence as Stiles rehashed the next day’s plan to Cora, they had about fourteen hours left to travel. 

After fueling up Stiles laid out to watch more late night tv as Cora took her turn at their crappy water-pressured shower. Sitting on the counter, waiting for the water to turn some sort of not Alaska cold, Cora contemplated what would happen once the pair made it to New York, as far as she knew there wasn’t any plan set in place as to what the two of them would do to rescue her brother from the soul sucking clutches of the Demon that had somehow convinced him to sell his soul. Hell, Cora wasn’t even that up to date on how you banished Demon’s from earth, and somewhere in the pit of her stomach trusting Stiles made her very very nauseous. Quietly undressing, Cora payed no mind to the tears that were threatening to spill out, not trusting herself to cry until she was under the spray of hot water.

Stiles heard the soft sobs, muffled by running water, as he laid in darkness, restless against the scratchy sheets. He thought back to the last twenty-eight hours spent with Cora in his cramped jeep and knew that she was terrified that they wouldn’t be able to save her brother. They hadn’t exactly discussed a game plan on how to do so, but Stiles was very well aware that if he told Cora what he planned on doing once they got to New York she wouldn’t let him finish the trip. Still the echo of her sobs caused a tightening in Stiles’ chest that he tried to ignore every time he checked in with Lydia and she questioned if Stiles had told Cora they truth yet. Eventually he drifted off, the memory of Cora dying in his arms replaying itself over and over in his mind.

...

They were halfway through Indiana when Cora made Stiles pull over again because she was hungry and they hadn’t even had breakfast. “A granola bar and shitty coffee doesn’t count Stiles!”

The only place available at that moment was a nice little diner hidden off the ramp and Cora would have to be okay with it cause it was better then nothing. An older lady sat them in a booth near the back, giving them a knowing smile, before going off to get their coffee.

“I think she thinks we’re together.” Cora commented off handedly. 

Stiles' head whipped up, starring at Cora eyes wide.

“Don’t look so terrified Stilinksi, I’m a joy to have around.” She snapped at him.

Stiles shook his head, and went back to texting Lydia about their pit stop.

“You’re texting Lydia?” Cora said in a way that wasn’t really a question but a remark.

“Yeah.” Stiles answered anyway.

Cora was quiet for a moment, as the waitress stopped by with their coffee and promised to be back to get their orders shortly.

“Are you guys, like, together?” 

Stiles stopped texting, mulling over what to say next, to Cora his silence was enough of an answer.

“Oh,” she let out quietly. “I didn’t know.”

Stiles shrugged, not bothering to correct what he knew Cora thought. He wasn’t really in the mood to go through the crisis he knew was that territory.

“Guess I must have forgotten that in the accident,” she spoke mostly to herself as she opened her menu. “Not like you guys have really helped me out, by clearing anything up though.”

Stiles could hear the frustration in her voice, but pretended he didn’t. Cora bit back more tears as she hid her face behind her menu. When the waitress came back they both ordered the house special, then Stiles excused himself to go wash up, leaving his phone on the table.

Honestly Cora hadn’t meant to pry or go through his phone, she had just wanted to know the time, but when she had picked up his phone a small message from Lydia had popped up.

Listen Stilinski, stop being a little shit and tell her. It’s only gonna get WORSE the more you wait.

Cora felt her heart speed up, was Lydia talking about her? Another message popped up before she could place the phone back where it was.

I know you love her Stiles, but you have to tell Cora the truth about what happened that night. She deserves to know that Derek sold his soul to save her.

And suddenly just like that Cora’s heart dropped into the bottom of her empty stomach.

“What are you doing?” Stiles sounded a little panicked as he approached Cora. “Cora. What are you doing?”

Cora looked up at Stiles, eyes turning amber. Growling, she stood up. “You lied to me. You fucking lied.” Then she was out the door.

Stiles caught up with her as she was attempting to hitch a ride. Slowly he pulled his car over and jumped out, jogging towards her before she decided to run.

“Cora!” he yelled over the traffic. “Cora, please listen to me! Please let me explain!”

“Explain what Stilinski!” Her eyes shone bright yellow as she approached Stiles. “Explain how you fucking lied to me about my brother, and the accident! I died didn’t I? I fucking died that night and you let Derek sell his soul for my life.”

Stiles shoulder dropped as Cora stood less then a foot in front of him. “No.” it was barely a whisper, but he knew Cora’s werewolf hearing would pick it up. “I mean yes, you died that night. A wolfsbane bullet straight to the heart, there was nothing we could do. But, no, Derek didn’t sell his soul for you, least not at first.” Tears began to stream down Stiles’ face, he could care less care. “I-I couldn’t live with myself knowing that you got shot because you’re so damn fucking stubborn Cora, you dived in front of a bullet for me. It was all my fault and,” his hands began to shake as he remembered the blood that had stained them that night. “I had to do something. I had too. So I found a crossroads couple miles out of town. I was making the deal with the demon when your brother-fuck. Fucking Derek showed up and he wouldn’t let me finish the deal. I couldn’t just let you die!” he was screaming at this point and Cora could faintly remember the sound of a bullet whizzing by before it had gone dark. “I love you and I couldn’t let you go.” Stiles was shaking as a sob tore through him.

“So Derek made the deal instead.” she whispered as he fell to the ground in front of her.

“He made me promise not to tell you, then he took off. It took me three months alone just to track him down, another two to figure out a game plan.” Stiles was looking down at the dirt around him, Cora kneeled down and put a hand on his.

“Why didn’t you tell me about- about us?”

Swallowing back more tears, Stiles looked up at Cora. “Deaton told us sometimes memory loss was a side effect of coming back. I figured when you didn’t remember me it was best for both of us, specially with the plan I had come up with to save your brother.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make Stiles.”

“I know.”

Both teens sat on the side of the road in silence until the clouds above them formed dark shadows across the sky. Then quietly they both climbed back unto the the Jeep. 

Cora was the first to break the silence. “So, we’ve got fourteen hours left. I’m gathering by all this that your game plan is too trade your soul for Derek’s?” 

Stiles cleared his throat, before nodding. “We can’t break the contract, or you’ll die, so I just planned on changing it.”

Cora closed her eyes frustrated. “It wasn’t your place to play with death like that Stiles, sometimes what’s dead should stay dead.”

Stiles shook his head vigorously. “No. You weren’t supposed to die. I wasn’t gonna let you die.”

Cora opened her eyes to Stiles’ broken face. “I don’t remember loving you,” her voice cracked. “But I can feel it, like an old wound.”

Stiles fell silent, he wasn’t sure where to go from there. Lucky for him Cora had a new idea.

“We have fourteen hours Stilinski, think that’s enough time to learn some Latin?”

Stiles shrugged his shoulder. “I’ve done more in less.”

Cora nodded, “Good. Let’s get going then?”

Keeping his eyes on the road, Stiles steered them in the right direction. Clearing his throat again, he glanced at Cora out of the corner of his eye. “Where does that leave us?”

Cora avoided his gaze by looking out the window, watching the blurred corn go by. “I don’t know.” Fidgeting in her seat, she pulled out her phone, beginning their search of Latin. “We can figure it out later. Right now we have a couple of souls to save.”

[captaindreamcicle]

Stora Week Day 4: Angst (mostly an AU)

(20 minutes late, but whatever, inspiration struck laate)

Basically the one where it's a Need For Speed AU cause I'm hella obsessed with the movie and Allison is Little Pete.

It’s very likely that if Stiles hadn’t disobeyed Jacksons orders to not drive that car Allison might still have been alive. The snowball effect of epic proportions might have given him back two years in jail for manslaughter that he didn’t commit, Lydia wouldn’t hate his guts, he never would have lost his dads garage and his friends would be okay. But no one could really blame Stiles for driving the car. The truth was Jackson wouldn’t have been able to get that beauty to two-thirty, and the buyer, Derek would never have bought it. So when Jackson challenged Stiles to a race for the 2.7 million dollars, winner take all, well Stiles never thought Jackson would be heartless enough to do what he did. Either way, it was all in the past. Stiles couldn’t bring back Allison, and he couldn’t take back the decision to drive the very car he was in, twenty-eight hours from California, with Cora Hale as his right seater, all he could do now was race in the De Leon and beat Jackson at his own game. All for Allison.

[coraxstiles]

Day 3: AU

Anon- Falling in love with you best friend's partner AU

The bright screen from her phone woke her up first, two seconds before the blaring of the Star Wars ringtone. She pressed the answer button instinctively and laid the phone on her ear without moving or opening her eyes. "Hello?" She grumbled. 

"Hey Cora." His words were slurred and sloppy.

She just rolled her eyes. It wasn't the first time she got a phone call in the middle of the night from him. "What the hell do you want Stiles?" 

"Um...I kinda got in a a fight...and I cant drive my car."

 She turned her light on and got out of bed to walk over to her closet and grabbed a pair of jeans. "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe...I think so." 

She grabbed her keys from off the counter and headed out. "Where are you?" She drove in silence on her way to the club, almost falling asleep a few times at the wheel before getting there. She followed his scent to the back alley where he was sitting on the ground, nose gushing with blood. "Holy shit Stiles. What does the other guy look like?" 

Cora helped him up from the ground and he stumbled a bit before steadying himself against the wall. "His fist looked pretty bad." He grinned but Cora just rolled her eyes at him and wrapped an arm around his waist to help him get to her car. 

"You need to go to the hospital." She pulled one of her t-shirts out of the back and reluctantly handed it to Stiles so he could stop the bleeding coming from his nose. 

"I'm fine I just don't know where my car is." He sat down in the passenger seat and tilted his head back.

Cora looked across the street and saw the Jeep park not ten feet away. "That car?"

Stiles whipped his head around and nearly smacks his head on the dashboard. "Oh yeah." He pulled his keys out of his pocket but Cora snatched them up.

"Yeah I don't think so. Let's go." She slammed the passenger door and walked over to the driver side. 

"But my car." Stiles whined and pointed towards across the street waiving Cora's, now bloody, shirt in her face.

"We'll get it tomorrow." She pushed it back over his nose as she drove back to her apartment. 

"Malia and I broke up." He mumbled looking out the window.

Cora shook her head, it wasn't the first time she heard this. "You guys always brake up Stiles." She snickered. 

"I think she's seeing someone else." He rolled his head to look over at her, still holding the shirt to his nose. "Is she seeing someone else?"

The question caught her off guard. Her and Malia hadn't really talked in a while but she wouldn't be surprised if Malia was. "How would I know?" 

"You're best friends." 

She glanced over and saw him looking at her in his annoying way. "Yeah well....why didn't you call Scott? He's your best friend."

Stiles turned back to look at the window. "He's her alpha." 

"So you call me?" Cora laughed. It wasn't anything new though, he almost always called her.

"You were my friend first. Don't forget that Hale." 

She pulled into her parking spat and turned the car off. "Trust me I couldn't even if I tried." She mumbled and got out to help Stiles before he fell over. He was all over the place but she finally got him to her apartment. Once they were inside she steadied him against the wall and grabbed a first aid kit form under the kitchen sink. She looked over and saw him hunched over. "You throw up on my floor Stiles and I will punch you in the face." She grabbed him by the arm and led him into her room. She cleaned the blood off his face and sealed up a cut he had on his cheek. "Here take these and drink this." She said handing him two asprin and a bottle of water. 

"Did you know that alcohol is a depressant. It doesn't make you feel better, it just makes you feel worse." He said popping the pills in his mouth and taking a gulp of water. 

She helped him kick his shoes off. "So why'd you get drunk?"

"Because I'm an idiot." He huffed and fell backwards on the bed.

She pulled the cover over him and put the trash can next to his head. "Can't argue with that."

"Don't tell her about this." He mumbled and rolled over to his side.

"Okay." She turned the light off and put her pajama shorts back on.

"Did you ever think about it?" Stiles asked.

She grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and sat down on the other side of the bed. "Think about what?"

"What would've happened if you never left?" He yawned. "I do...I guess that was one of our problems." 

"What was?" She laid down on top of the cover and got under the extra one. She heard his steady breathing and turned to look at him. "Stiles?" He was already asleep, tucked under her comforter. She smiled and shook her head. "I think about it all the time." 

[captaindreamcicle]

Stora Week Day 3: AU

Rumor had it they were sisters, all three of them, the werewolf, the hunter, and the banshee. They went by the last name Winchester, but if you ever really got a look at them you knew they weren’t even closely related, all three girls looking like they’d come from different ends of the universe. If you were a high level hunter, as Stiles liked to call them, or just knew the right people, you’d know that each girl did come from different ends of the universe. For starters the werewolf was the last living member of the Hale Pack, an old werewolf family that had ruled the east. The hunter was the daughter of Chris Argent, a hunter that came from an family that had once lived by the Code. Lastly the banshee was once a normal girl, from a wealthy family that ruled the Upper East Side, until an unfaithful day she was attacked by a werewolf. Wether it was destiny, which Stiles did not believe in, or just a huge coincidence all three girl where brought together thanks to one unlucky werewolf.

It didn’t really matter to Stiles, all he knew was that the girls weren’t really related, that Lydia Martin-or Winchester whatever, the banshee, had once used him for intel on a pack of witches then handcuffed him to a radiator for a maid to find, and that his best friend Scott was currently in love with her sister Allison, the hunter. Honestly Stiles probably could have lived his whole life with these three facts being true and no other relation to those awful girls. But being a Stilisnki meant you had to have the worst possible luck in the world, which was how he found himself stuck working a case with them, or two of them anyways, since it was the third one’s fault that they even had to be in the same room.

It had all started two weeks prior to the day they checked into the very crappy motel Stiles had purposely picked. Scott had called to let him know he wouldn’t be coming home cause he was visiting Allison who was passing through town. Then the next day Scott hadn’t show up for work and Stiles knew something was wrong. Mostly he had suspected that Allison had found out Scott was a werewolf and chopped his head off, but considering one of her sisters was a werewolf, Stiles really doubted that would happen. He’d shown up at the diner Lydia had requested they meet when she had contacted Stiles in question of where Allison was, that was when Stiles had known something was definitely not okay. Scott was supposed to have been with Allison and now they were no where anyone could reach them.

They had just disappeared, no trace, no scent, no nothing. Stiles suspected it was aliens, which Lydia assured him didn’t exist, but she was a freaking banshee and Cora was a werewolf, so aliens totally existed. Either way it was two whole weeks of mindless searching and calling in every contact they knew before they got any sort of lead. Even then their lead wasn’t completely trustworthy when it came in form of a very staticy voicemail of someone who sounded a lot like Allison asking for help. Still it was better then nothing, so they ended up in Utah under fake names in a very crappy motel that Stiles was starting to regret picking.

They’d only booked one room, it was easier and safer if they al bunked together, plus the girls were used to sharing close spaces, Stiles not so much. Which was why when Lydia had left to scope the town, he had tried to come up with any excuse possible not to be left alone in the cramped room with Cora. It wasn’t that Stiles didn’t like Cora, just that they had history. They’d grown up together in a small town on the east coast, where Cora’s pack held territory. Stiles’ father had been the town sheriff and when Cora’s whole pack and family was slaughtered he’d been the one in charge of carrying out the investigation. The problem with supernatural cases and law enforcement is that they aren’t always easy to close, and when there wasn’t enough evidence to convict anyone the case had been determined dead. Cora had then been sent to live with another pack that held extended family and she had never forgiven Stiles and his father for not convicting the hunters who had killed her pack. They had been sixteen when she had last seen Stiles and told him she hated him. Then seven years later she’d been reinvented as a Winchester and they had crossed paths once again.

“You know, I don’t blame you or your dad anymore.” Cora called out from across the room.

Stiles looked up startled, he’d been reminiscing of his and Cora’s friendship before her family had been killed. “What?” he asked confused.

“For not catching the hunters, that, the ones..” she cleared her throat. “I was young and angry, and I needed someone to blame. I’m sorry.

Stiles nodded, fidgeting with his sleeve. “It’s okay, dad knew that. He never gave up you know,” he caught Cora’s eye before quickly looking away. “Even after the case had been closed he was determined to find some sort of closure. I think the closure was more for him then for you though, losing your brother really hurt him, dad was basically mentoring Derek to be his successor as Sheriff.”

Cora gave Stiles' turned head a small smile, her older brother Derek had been a deputy and she knew Stiles’ dad had loved him like a son. “Derek would have loved that.”

Stiles cleared his throat, jumping up to stretch his legs.

“I sent flowers.” he looked over at Cora, confusion crossing his face again. “When I head about your dad passing away, I sent flowers, they were Forget Me Not’s.”

“Ahh, yeah I got those, thanks.” he walked over to the window, sneaking a peak at the empty parking lot.

“We’re gonna find them right?” Cora suddenly asked, a lot quieter. 

Stiles turned to watch her sitting on one of the beds, braiding and unbraiding her hair in a restless matter. “Yeah,” he smiled softly to reassure her. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna find them.” 

And for the first time since Scott and Allison had gone missing, sitting there in that room with Cora, he actually believed it.