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Not even a Lannisters Send their Regards

The thing about winter is that the sun still sets early, leaving a person to leave their job in darkness. The parking lot outside of Stilinski Designs was lit only by one street lamp. Stiles, having worked later than normal, was jiggling his keys as he stood with Bill and Lyle for 20 minutes, working out a coding problem they were having before he finally left the office for his car.

"Of course the day we have code issues is the first Monday of the year," he muttered, shaking his keys as he tried to find the right one for the jeep. Just as he finds it, there is a shadow from the light that falls over him, making him look up.

Someone stood there, all in black down to the mouth-less ski mask. The gun aimed at him made Stiles gulp, and he went to raise his hands. "Okay, just take it easy... I'm not going to..."

The gunshot rang out, and Stiles shut his eyes a moment before he felt the impact in his stomach. Time seemed to slow down as his keys slipped from his fingers, and then he fell to his knees He looked back up at the masked person, and they just watched a moment.

"What... not witty line?" Not even a Lannisters send their regards. The masked person just walked away moments before the door to the building opened and Billy and Lyle came running out. Stiles tried to call to them, but he instead looked down at where one of his hands had gone to touch the sore part of his stomach and it came back red.

"Stiles?" Billy took a few steps forward, looking to see if there was anyone else there but the parking lot was now empty. "Stiles!" At that, they both ran to him, and Billy pulled Stiles into him as they knelt beside him, hands going to press into the bleeding wound. "Come on, buddy, stay with us."

Lyle was calling 911, and then while he was talking to them on headset, his fingers were playing on his phone and he knelt down to show Billy the wiki-how on treating gunshot wounds. Billy nodded, going through the checklist and doing his best to keep Stiles conscious and talking to him.

But as the pain started to overcome him, even as he heard the sirens approaching, Stiles gripped Billy's arm. "Tell Dina... and Cora..."

"Nuh uh, you're going to tell them anything themselves," Billy said as he nodded for Lyle to wave the ambulance down. "Just hang on, Stiles."

"Tell them... I love them..." he said, and then he just passed out to the pain.

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Once they were at the hospital, Billy and Lyle were on their phones calling the others. But first, they make the calls to the emergency contacts: Sheriff Stilinski, and Talia Hale. They are both told the same thing: Stiles was shot. Stomach. Didn't see who did it. He's in surgery. Doctors won't tell them anything more. Santa Clarita Midtown Hospital. The cops are coming to talk to them, so they will wait.

And the two will wait, shaken to their bones as they wait for someone to arrive who can get more news.

They had all thought this was over. Was it? Or was it just Stiles being in the wrong place at the wrong time?

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Lydia gets there first.

She'd been hearing the jangling all day, just out of the field of her vision. She was constantly turning to see who was jangling her keys and it was grating her last nerve. Halfway through teaching a class on Differential Equations and Dynamical Systems when she realizes what it is, and she quickly finds a way to excuse herself.

She needs to head back to Beacon Hills, she needs to get to Cora, but the banshee has other plans. The next thing she knows, she's standing in the hallway of Santa Clarita Midtown Hospital, staring at Billy and Lyle and the blood on their clothes with a certain kind of affected air.

"You. You're Stiles's friends."

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Lyle looked up first, seeing Lydia and recognizing her instantly. She was the hot redhead in all the photos Stiles had on his desk from back home. "You're Lydia." He got up, going over to her as Billy turned to watch.

"He um... he's back there somewhere. They won't tell us anything."

Her head tips to the side, still distant and detached. She's listening to something far, far away, something only she can hear and babbling in front of strangers is certainly frowned upon but she isn't sure she could stop herself.

It's not jangling anymore, however. It's the steady rhythm of a solid cardiac rhythm.

"He's fine. For now." For now. She looks at them, the state of them, and she sees the blood. "Is that his blood?"

Lyle looked at his shirt, then nodded and wiped his hands on his pants nervously. "He uh... he was bleeding pretty badly. We donated some for him. The doctors say that winter is a hard time to get donors."

"Mmmmm." She moves to sit in the seat next to him, manicured nail tapping lightly against the arm of the chair. A silent, steady rhythm to match the one her head.

Beep ... beep ... beep ... beep ...

"We, um... we didn't have Cora's phone number. He'd probably want us to call her. You didn't call her on your way here, did you?"

"No. But she's coming."

She's not wrong about that. Talia had called Cora the moment she found out what happened. Cora is the first one through the door when she and Talia arrive, peering through the crowd to find Lyle and Billy, and as her eyes fall on Lydia, another finger joins Lydia's and the rate of the taps increase, the look on her face contorting to something of concern, her breathing starting to increase.

"Lydia? What are you ... ?" Cora's voice trails off as she puts two and two together, her breath catching as she surges closer. "No. No."

"It's too fast," she replies, her eyes finding Cora's as the other woman drops down in front of her. "It's going too fast I can't ... I can't think ... "

"No. Please. Please don't ... "

She doesn't get the chance to finish. Before she can, Lydia's head falls back and she lets out a high pitched shriek just as the beeping in her head hits asystole.

Billy and Lyle both grab their ears in pain at the scream just as Sheriff comes running into the room. His eyes are wide, and no, that is not a good sign and he's running into the back because he was the only one here who could go.

Lydia comes out of it as the scream passes, a few blinks before she focuses on Cora's face. "Did I? I tried not to. I didn't want to."

Cora shakes her head a bit, pulling her in as tears leaked down her cheeks. "We don't know. We don't know anything yet." Because denial is her friend right now.

In the back, the Sheriff finds the doctor and the OR that his son is in. They are doing chest compressions and shocking him, and all he can hear is that loud flatline.

"No. No, damnit Stiles fight. You're stronger than this."

Standing next to him, Stiles just looked at his father a moment, watching the tears stream down his face. He pursed his lips, wanting to touch his father and tell him it was going to be okay, but his hand went right through him.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I tried."

He blinked, and then he was in the lobby, invisible to all but standing there looking at his friends. His family. Lyle and Billy were up, rubbing at their ears, and Stiles figured it out quickly that Lydia had screamed.

He was dead. It made sense. But he walked over, kneeling down to look at Lydia and Cora and he just stared at them before reaching up to touch Cora's cheek.

"I love you, Cora. I wish we had more time."

Cora doesn't hear anything. She doesn't feel anything. But the banshee in her arms? She definitely hears something. There's a benefit to being a banshee right after a scream. It leaves you so open to a lot of things.

She turns, looks dead at him, and gives him a look that at one time struck fear into teenage boys across Beacon Hills. "No."

And again, just for emphasis. "No."

Stiles looked over at her, shocked and... no that is still a very scary look. But he's confused. "You can see me?"

"Lydia?" Cora frowns as she pulls back to look at her, trying to see what she's looking at. Lydia ignores it, pushing away from her and getting to her feet, teeth grit against whatever lack of resolve Stiles has because you are so getting back in your body if she has anything to say about it.

"NO."

There's a hint of power to the word, reverberation that probably no one feels but Stiles, but it's there. It rocks the room and shoves him back, and if you thought you were going to for real die, Stiles, you have another thing coming.

Oh, he feels it all right. It's like a shock to his body as he gasps, and for a moment, there is a heartbeat in the air as Stiles' vision doubles.

"Lydia..." he gasps, backing away from her, scared. "Stop."

She shakes her head, taking another step closer to nothing and Talia is moving to her daughter's side as they both watch, not entirely sure what's happening.

Not that Lydia really knows either, but she's going with it.

"Mmm-mmm. Nope." She stares him down and tries to keep channeling whatever it is she's channeling. "This all has to be good for something. Now GO!"

The force of it rattles again pushing him back even harder this time.

The force of it hits hime like a bolt of lightning and he falls back, crying out in pain. And then he's gone.

And in the OR, the final shock comes and his body gasps and there's a rhythm again from his heart. The Sheriff leans against the glass in relief as they work to stabilize him, and absently someone wipes away the tiny tendril of blood from his ear.

Two hours later Stiles is still unconscious but the surgery is done and John comes back out to the lobby, rubbing at his face. But he finally has news, and he looked over the group.

"He's stable, but unconscious still. He lost a lot of blood so it was close for a moment, but they got the bullet out and repaired the damage. Half an inch higher and..." He pursed his lips. "They're optimistic now."

When it's over, Lydia stumbles back slightly. Talia eyes her with concern. "Lydia? What happened?"

Lydia's eyes look up dreamily with a bit of a smirk. "He should know better than to not listen to me." She then sways slightly, stumbling into Cora's arms. "I think I should sit down."

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Lydia is napping against Cora's shoulder when the sheriff comes down, and she doesn't rouse when Cora sits up more, exhaling a soft sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God."

John nods. "He's up in room 219. Cora, I told them you were his fiancee so you can go see him." It's close enough to the truth, after all.

He looked over at Billy and Lyle. "Boys, I need to go get some air, and some coffee. Let me drive you both home."

"You sure we should go? I don't mind staying." Bill spoke up.

John shook his head. "They um.... there was a complication during surgery. He's probably not going to wake up for awhile. You both saved his life, and you should both get a shower and some rest."

He looked over at Talia. "You're an emergency contact, so you can go up too. Just... sneak Lydia in. I'm sure you two can figure out how to do that."

The terrifying charm of two Hale women would definitely do the trick. Cora nods before starting to rouse Lydia, who blinks up at the sheriff sleepily, eyes focusing on him as she manages to get out:

"Did it work?"

Why she thinks John will know what she's talking about, who even knows, but it's the first thing out of her mouth anyway.

"He's stable upstairs." Cora replies, just as confused as everyone else is. "We're going to go see him."

Lydia blinks for a moment, then nods, taking Cora's hand as they get to their feet.

John had no clue what Lydia was talking about, but he took a stab in the wrong direction. "The boys quick thinking pretty much made the difference." He would be thanking those two for the rest of their lives, and for one of the few good things Stiles had from his old life being here.

As he took them home, and then called Scott to give him and Melissa the update, Stiles was unconscious in his room. He had a heart monitor going, a morphine drip, and an oxygen tube. But the heartbeat was steady, as was his breathing.

Someone had put him into scrub pants instead of a gown, and his blanket was at his hips. The bandage on his chest that covered the bullet wound was visible, the nurse needing to make sure it didn't start bleeding during her checks every 30 minutes. He was pale, and while drugged, the wolves would be able to feel the edge of the pain it was holding back from him.

Otherwise he was just asleep, and probably not waking up for at least a day until the morphine drip was cut back to let him.

The girls will just settle themselves around the room until he does. Cora arranges for a sub for the rest of the week - thankfully the administration is being understanding - before claiming the chair closest to the bed and sitting there until she falls asleep, head resting against his arm.

Talia and Lydia alternate shifts, one of them curled up in the larger, more comfortable chair while the other stands watch in case of trouble. If this was a larger situation, there's no saying that they wouldn't come back and finish the job - though they'd be hard pressed to get past the Hale alpha.

Melissa, John, and Scott take turns as well coming in and out, while someone else in the group watched Dina when Malia and Isaac were at work. The child hadn't stopped crying for her daddy since Scott had tried to explain to her that her daddy wasn't going to be coming home for a few days because he was sick.

At one point, Chris Argent had come out to work with John and the local police to look at the slug that they had pulled from Stiles, but he didn't recognize it. He did point out that the injury was the thing that got his attention more. The fact it was in a spot that didn't kill Stiles immediately meant it wasn't the Graysons. If they wanted him dead and got the drop on him, it would have been the heart or head.

It was three days after being shot that the morphine had been dialed back enough for Stiles to finally start coming around. He groaned softly, fighting his way up through the fog and his hand tightened around the one thing it felt in it - Cora's hand.

Cora hadn't left his side in three days unless she was forced to, being tugged away by Lydia at one point to at least go to a hotel and shower, change and catch a few hours sleep. Allison had packed them a bag for the stay that came up with Scott. Oddly enough, Cora slept better in that chair next to Stiles's bed than she did in the large hotel bed she had at her disposal, but she at least made an attempt.

She's asleep when she feels Stiles's hand curl around hers, but she snaps out of the haze quickly enough, pushing up so that she can get a look at his face. "Stiles?"

His eyes scrunch a bit at her voice, and then turns in her direction. They barely crack open, and he goes to try and speak but his throat is dry and instead his lips move with no voice.

Scott was in the hallway having gone to get coffee when he heard Cora's voice and he stepped into the doorway, and then over to her side. "I'll get him some water and tell the nurse he's waking up," he said, putting down the coffee and stepping back outside.

Cora nods to Scott, and reaches up to brush a hand over the top of Stiles's head. "Hey, it's okay. You're in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?" There's a pause as she runs her fingers through his hair. "You can just shake your head yes or no."

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