A/N: Another chapter! Also, I checked, and this is the longest chapter I've posted on this story. This one was 2796 words and the 2nd longest was 2724 words. It was just moving at such a fast pace that I didn't have a good place to stop. Hopefully you guys like it! Please review!

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The Titanic

2340 Hours

Hospital-Infectious Wing

It wasn't a banshee scream. It was just what they had planned. Stiles quickly laid back on the bed as if he'd passed out, and Lydia stood up and looked down at him.

"Help! I need help!" She yelled. The attendant rushed in and Lydia breathed a sigh of relief. The first part of their plan had worked. "Please!" She begged the attendant as she simultaneously backed toward the door. "He just collapsed." The attendant rushed toward Stiles, and Lydia ran out of the room. They had both already removed their shoes to make running the ship easier.

Lydia had to make her way down three floors to G Deck. The boat was going to start filling up with water and they would soon begin closing the doors to try to do damage control. Lydia and Stiles realized that finding the device would need to be their first mission. If they couldn't jump to the next time, then this was all pointless.

Lydia had been tasked with going after the bag, with the promise that Stiles would meet up with her after he got past the attendant, which they both realized would probably include knocking her out one way or another. That was the only reason the two of them agreed to separate. Stiles didn't want Lydia to be witness to him killing the attendant. Well, he wasn't wasn't physically going to do the killing, but he would be incapacitating her long enough that she wouldn't be able to get on a lifeboat.

Lydia was trying desperately to remember where Stiles told her to go. Their mealtimes hadn't featured eating, so much as food art of the deck plans. She suddenly became aware that she was rounding the same corner she had just passed. Lydia stopped and reevaluated where she was. She realized she needed to go back the other way, and quickly turned on her heels and right into a body.

She would have fallen had the person not grabbed her arms.

"Shit." She thought.

"Are you lost already?" Lydia looked up and breathed a sigh of relief as Stiles stared back at her.

"Oh, thank God. It's you!"

Stiles smirked. "Yeah." Then his face turned serious. "Come on. We've only got two hours and thirty minutes left before the ship sinks. Well..." He shrugged. "Give or take a few. G deck is this way." He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall. Lydia was trying to commit the route to memory, but they were moving so fast that she wasn't able to.

They finally made it to the luggage room and found the bag. Stiles threw it on his back and the two of them were walking back out. Suddenly a large group of people was running past them. Lydia was nearly trampled, but Stiles pulled her back, wrapping his strong arms around her to keep her safe.

"Alright," Stiles said once the group was out of earshot. "We've got the backpack and the device." Stiles thought about what they had read on the manifest before they were caught. They knew the cabin number for Loraine, but they hadn't seen that information for Gilbert. "Gilbert Danbom is in third class, so he should be on this deck or the one right above us." Lydia nodded and went to take a step and gasped.

"Holy shit, that's cold!"

Stiles turned slowly to look at Lydia, and she began to realize what this meant. They looked down at their feet and saw water pooling from underneath.

"Come on," Stiles said as he grabbed her hand once again. "We have to hurry." They began to roam the halls, trying to find the Danbom's cabin. A few people had already been woken up and were passing Stiles and Lydia on their ways to the next deck.

As they passed a room, they both heard a groan. The two teens looked at each other and silently decided they would stop to inspect the sound.

They walked into the cabin and saw it in disarray. A dresser was knocked over and there was broken glass everywhere. "Is someone in here?" Lydia asked. Another groan. It came from behind the knocked-over dresser. Stiles walked over, careful not to step on the glass, and saw a woman.

'My son." She said, weakly. That's when Stiles saw the baby in her arms. He was able to take the child, but noticed he wasn't breathing.

"What's his name?" Lydia asked, sadly.

"Gilbert. Gilbert Danbom."

Stiles and Lydia exchanged panicked looks. "Give him to me." Lydia demanded and Stiles practically tossed the baby over. Lydia knelt down and laid the infant on his back in front of her. She began CPR, using two fingers for chest compressions and soft, gentle breaths. Stiles turned his attention back to the mother and knelt down next to her.

"What happened?"

"A man." She began. "I don't remember much...What about my husband?" The woman looked behind Stiles and he followed her gaze, noticing the lump on the bed for the first time. He stood up and walked over. The man had a gash on his head and Stiles held two fingers to his carotid artery. No pulse.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry." As soon as the words left his mouth, a cry came from where Lydia was sitting.

She closed her eyes and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Her eyes opened and met Stiles's with a soft smile. "He's okay."

"Do you hear that?" Stiles grinned and turned back to the woman. "He's-" The woman was staring up at the ceiling, and Stiles could no longer see her chest rising and falling. He didn't need to check her pulse to know that she was gone. Stiles looked back at Lydia and shook his head.

She took a deep breath and picked up the baby, and cradled him close to her chest. Stiles walked over and helped pull her up off the floor.

"Well, we found one." Stiles said.

Lydia looked down at the baby in her arms that had begun to drift off to sleep. "He's so tiny."

"How did you know how to do infant CPR anyway...and don't tell me you read it somewhere."

"It was offered as extra credit in freshman year."

Stiles scoffed. "As if you needed extra credit."

Lydia shrugged. "It was an excuse not to be at home. Away from all the yelling." Stiles wanted to say something, but Lydia quickly brought him back to reality. "We're running out of time. Let's go."

Lydia started to walk away, but Stiles had a thought. "Wait!" Lydia stopped and Stiles rummaged through a few items before holding up a couple of blankets and walking back over to Lydia. "Here, let's wrap him in this. It's a cold night, and it'll be several hours before the boats are found." The two of them wrapped the infant in the blankets, each stealing a glance at the other while they weren't looking. "Alright," Stiles said once the baby was thoroughly wrapped. "Now we can go."

Stiles put a protective arm around Lydia and led her back up until they reached C Deck. The Allisons' were between C-22 and 26. Stiles wove Lydia through the crowd of people. It was a mad house on this deck. He could hear people informing others that some of the lifeboats had already been dropped into the water. A man came running through the crowd and Stiles maneuvered Lydia to the side, so that he would hit Stiles and not Lydia and the baby.

For a moment, as they made contact with each other, things began to move slowly and Stiles looked back at the man, but he had already disappeared.

"Are you okay?" Lydia asked him.

"Yeah... I just...I felt like I knew him."

"How is that possible?"

Stiles shook his head. "I have no idea." He sighed and kept moving her forward. "Their cabin should be up here." As they got closer to the cabin, Stiles could see a family of three in front of it. A father, a mother, and in the father's arms was a little girl.

"Have you seen Trevor or Alice?" The mother asked a nearby passenger. They shook their head.

"Hi," Lydia said as she approached the family, "I heard you were looking for someone?"

"My son and his nurse."

"Oh, no." Stiles mumbled next to Lydia. Lydia gave a questioning look to Stiles, and he turned back to the Allison family. "Give us just a moment." He pulled Lydia to the side the best he could without getting into the way of everybody else.

"What was that 'oh no' about?"

"Remember when I said that the name 'Loraine Allison' sounded familiar?" Lydia nodded. "Well, she was the only child in first or second class to die. Hearing those other names brought it all back to me. Alice is watching Trevor when the boat hits the iceberg. She takes the baby, gets on a lifeboat, and the rest of the family has no idea where they are. They vow to stay on the ship until the family is reunited, which obviously doesn't happen."

"So, we're going to have to take a child away from her parents?" Stiles just looked down and didn't say anything. Lydia pinched the bridge of her nose and the baby in her arms began to cry. "Tell me about, Gilbert." Lydia started bouncing the infant to calm him down and took a deep breath. "Okay, so how do you suggest we get her out of her father's arms without drawing attention to ourselves? If someone thinks we're kidnapping a three year-old-"

"Two... Loraine was two."

Lydia huffed. "Two year-old, then they're just going to throw us overboard, whether its clear we're trying to save her life or not."

"Do you think I don't know that?" Stiles rolled his eyes, but then had an idea. "Okay, I know that we're not supposed to save too many people, but what if we can convince them to get on the lifeboat too?"

Lydia sighed. "I mean... if that's the only way we're saving Loraine's life, then let's go for it."

They went back over to the Allison's and overheard Mrs. Allison asking about Trevor and Alice again.

"Bess, I told you to stop asking people. That man said he would be back with them."

"Man?" Stiles asked.

"Yes, a young man came over and told us he saw them and he said he would bring them back."

"I don't care." Bess told her husband. "I'm still asking around. What if he didn't see them? What if it was somebody else? I've never seen that man before, so how would he know who Alice and Trevor are?"

"Actually," Stiles began, "I've seen you all together before., and I swear I saw Alice take Trevor to the Boat Deck,"

"Do you hear that, Hudson!" Bess yelled to her husband. "She's got him! We need to go!"

"No!" Hudson yelled. "We are waiting for the man to come back."

"He's not coming back." Lydia told him. Gilbert had stopped crying but Lydia was still bouncing him and holding him to her chest. "If it's the same person I'm thinking it is," Lydia began, making something up, "He's been doing everything to get people to stay on the boat. He's crazy!" Lydia reached her free hand toward Mrs. Allison. "Bess, please. Come with us. Save your daughter."

Mrs. Allison, reached her hand toward the banshee, but Mr. Allison used his free hand to push Lydia backwards.

It all happened very fast, but Stiles saw that Lydia had regained her balance right before he took a swing at Mr. Allison. "You son of a bitch!" Mrs. Allison grabbed Loraine when her husband loosened his grip on the little girl.

"Stiles!" Lydia yelled as Hudson Allison swung back. Stiles ducked and pushed the man to the ground. He punched Hudson twice in the face before Lydia screamed his name again. "Stiles!"

He stopped, breathing heavily as he looked down at Loraine's father. Stiles stood up quickly and Lydia walked over to him and examined his knuckles with her free hand. "Are you okay?" She asked him.

He nodded. "Are you?"

"I'm fine."

Hudson groaned on the floor as he held his face. Mrs. Allison, turned to Stiles. "As crazy as this may sound, thank you. He had no right to touch your wife."

"Oh, we-" Lydia started, but Stiles grabbed her hand and she stopped talking.

"Thank you." Stiles told her, and before he could process what he was saying, he added, "She means the world to me."

Lydia's mouth dropped open and she let out a strange breath that got caught in her throat. She hoped so much was happening around them that Stiles didn't hear it. Maybe she had been wrong. She thought that Stiles had moved past the whole crush thing a long time ago, but maybe that wasn't the case. Maybe her dreams were trying to tell her something: that Stiles was in love with her just like she was in love with him.

"Wait, what?" She mumbled to herself. Stiles didn't hear it, or if he did he ignored it, which she was thankful for, because, Jesus! She'd just decided that she had a crush on him like three days ago, and now she was in love with him? She decided to take a break from her internal struggle and tune back into the conversation, when she saw Mrs. Allison handing her daughter over to Stiles.

"Please, get my daughter to safety."

"What about you?" Stiles asked as he took the little girl into his arms.

"I have to stay with my husband until Trevor is back.'

"But, I told you that-"

Bess nodded. "I know." She sighed and Stiles saw tears in her eyes. "I love my daughter enough to give her a life, but I love my husband enough that I won't leave his side."

"I'm sorry." Stiles told her.

"I'm not." She smiled and knelt down next to her husband. "Go."

The little girl, wrapped her arms around Stiles's neck and laid her head on his shoulder. He grabbed Lydia's free hand with his own and led her upstairs to the boat deck.

Large clumps of people were gathered on each side where they were waiting to be loaded onto a lifeboat.

"Do you know what lifeboat Alice got on with Trevor?" Lydia asked.

Stiles turned to her as if she'd lost her mind, "No, Lydia! Why the hell would I know that?"

"Well, I don't know.. you knew who the Allison's were."

"Yeah, because she was the only child in two classes to die! She was famous. The nurse? Not so much."

Lydia sighed. "Don't be snippy."

Stiles shook his head and looked away to scan the crowd. He didn't know what Alice looked like. He wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish.

"Wait..." He heard Lydia's voice. "No...Stiles!" He turned back to where Lydia had been standing and she was being pushed toward a lifeboat.

"Lydia!" He called and tried to catch up with her.

"Stiles!"

"Lydia!" He ran up to one of the men that was pulling her toward the boat. "Let her go!" The man did as he was told and Lydia grabbed onto Stiles with her free arm and buried her face into his shoulder.

"Loraine?" They heard. Stiles and Lydia turned toward a woman that was sitting in the lifeboat the men were trying to put Lydia inside of.

"Are you Alice?" Lydia asked.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

"Her mother wanted us to bring her to you." Stiles told the nurse as he passed the child over to her.

"Do you mind taking this one too?" Lydia asked. "He's only a few month old. His parents are dead."

"What's his name?" Alice asked as she reached for the infant.

"Gilbert Danbom." Lydia told her and she handed him over.

"I'll look for his family when we are all safe." Alice smiled.

"Thank you." Lydia wrapped her arms around Stiles and rested her head on his chest.

"We did it." Stiles said with a sigh.

Lydia hugged him tighter and he returned it. They stood there for several minutes neither one of them wanting to move. Both of them were so tired they could have fallen asleep standing up.

"We should go." Lydia finally suggested as she pulled away. Stiles nodded in agreement and the two of them began to walk away.

"You two!" They heard a familiar voice and turned to see Captain Smith standing with the attendant that Stiles had knocked out earlier.

They both said the first word that came to their minds. "Shit."