Dark of the moon (Dnf)

The Overlooked - 4

Cora listened intently to her cousin, trying to hear a heartbeat as Stile kept trying to get Isabelle awake, he kept pressing his lips to her mouth, trying desperately to bring her back. 

Isabelle gasped for breath, making Stiles pull away from her. "Oh thank god." Cora slumps in her seat, relieved that Stiles got her back. Isabelle coughed.

“The next time I put my lips on your mouth you better be awake.” Stiles told Isabelle. She weakly raised her eyebrows.

“There’s gonna be a next time?” Stiles began to blush, something Cora noticed. 

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Peter collapsed on the floor, nearly bringing Nathan down with him. “That shot didn't last very long.” 

Nathan grunts as he grabs Peter's arm and hoists him up with help from Scott. They hurried down the hall and hid in the laundry room. Running away from the twins was taking its toll.

“Those twins are really starting to piss me off.” Nathan muttered. 

“How the hell are we supposed to get past them?” Scott asked, looking out the door to see if he could spot them. 

“Personally,” Peter spoke. “I think if we keep letting them beat the living crap out of us, they'll tire and give up.”

Nathan rolled his eyes, now was no time for that Hale humor. Scott looked past them, eyes wide with an idea. The men followed his line of sight to see a laundry chute in the wall.

This has actually turned into a movie. Nathan thought as Peter went to the chute, he opened it up and climbed in. Peter landed in the laundry bin below, followed by Nathan and then Scott, each of them getting hurt when they landed on the other, none more so than Peter. 

Peter groaned as he shoved them off of him, “You two couldn't have waited, like, ten seconds?” 

Nathan was about to say something when his phone buzzed, it was a text from his wife, saying that she, Derek and Jennifer were stuck in the elevator, that they need the backup generator on. Peter saw the look on his brother-in-law's face and took the text to be bad news.

"They didn't get out, did they?” 

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Andrea read the text her husband had sent out loud. "Don't move. On our way."

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Stiles rubbed Isabelle's arm, she was unconscious again, he guessed dying and coming back took its toll. Cora was making sure she was alive by keeping an ear out.

“You just hold on a little longer, okay? You know, if anyone's gonna get us out of this, it's Scott.” 

Stiles looked down. “I can't believe I just said that.” Cora strived to change the subject, “When are you going to tell her?” Stiles frowned and looked up at Cora.

“What do you mean?” 

She gave him the most unbelievable look. “You like her.” Stiles laughs nervously. “No, no, I don’t.” Cora rolled her eyes.

“You really think I don’t notice the looks you shoot at her when she isn't looking? The way your hand lingers when she lets go?” Stiles begins to blush madly, was it really that obvious? Cora had noticed it every time they were together.

When Aunt Andrea and Uncle Peter were telling them about the color of Derek's eyes she had seen the way Stiles was looking at her when Isabelle wasn’t looking. With admiration and awe.