Dusk had just fallen, the sun last rays washing over the building as the darkness swept in. Usually this would be the time that movie nights start, chilling with Scott and Stiles over popcorn and the latest Sci-fi that Stiles found. Or paying video games and watching FRIENDS with Liam and Mason. Today was different.

Today brought war.

"Hey," Scott said from behind her. "Hi," Sara replied, her eyes not moving from the motion sensors. "Scared?" Scott said causally. Sara shook her head. "No."

"Are you sure?" Scott asked. Sara furrowed her eyebrows. "Yeah…" she said slowly. "Because I can smell your fear from the other end of the building." Scott continued. Sara glared at him. Scott looking back with his 'don't-lie-to-me' looks. Sara had quickly realised he saved those for both her and Liam. Jerk.

"I'm not afraid, Scott. Not of the hunters anyway." Sara said, pulling her jacket around her tighter, she'd dealt with many before, and as stupid as it sounded, she felt pretty capable of handing them.

"What is it?" Scott asked, tucking his hands in his pockets. "Nothing." Sara mumbled, pulling on her sleeves.

"Sara-"

"Me." Sara sighed. "I mean-It's just…I been having pretty good grip on my powers lately, but…I can still lose control. And I don't want to do something, I might regret. I'm not like you, I have, hurt and killed people and its something, that I know wasn't my fault, but…I, I don't want to be...a monster. Like I am, when I lose it." she whispered.

Scott smiled at her, taking her hand. "You're not going to be."

"You don't-"

"I do. You know why?" he asked, Sara shook her head. "It's because, your one of the strongest people I know. Control is hard, believe me I know. But if there's anyone that can handle it. It's you." Scott finished, tucking a few stray strand behind her ear.

She smiled softly, leaning into his hands. "Thanks doofus."

Scott snorted, sharing her grin. "Anyti-"

A quiet beeping rang out; well quiet to her. Chris's motion sensors went off.

"They're coming."

It still shocked her, that one second of peace and understanding could be ruptured so-abruptly. Yet, she didn't have time to even breathe: They were here.

"Get back!" Braeden yelled as smoke bombs were thrown in, the assassin's bursting into the room, gun's blazing.

Scott pulled Sara to the floor, Kira soon joining them. Scott covering them both from the raining gunfire, half pressing them into the concrete.

Chris seemed to be retaliating. A loud barrage of gunfire raining back down on assassins. Scott shifted, his alpha eyes glowing, letting out a growl, before jumping into the fray, the sounds of other snarls and roars. The werewolves were in play.

It was on.

Kira grabbed Sara's hand. "Don't let go!" she shouted, drawing her sword; the metal glinting in the light of the guns. Sara nodded numbly, ducking her head, a bullet narrowly missed her.

The cold feeling of dread pooled into her stomach; catching that one bullet last night seeming rather pointless now.

"Come on!"

Seconds, minutes, hours, Sara didn't know how long it was, but it felt like forever. The air was filled with gunfire, werewolf snarls, roars and blood.

She had long since lost Kira and Scott, somehow finding herself back to back with Brett. Helping him and a few other werewolves protect Lori and a few other that were far too young to be fighting or far too hurt and tired.

Slamming two assassins into each other, Sara dropped her hands. Picking up a stray knife and throwing it into the air, hitting another in the arm.

He dropped his gun, Sara using her powers to pull it away from him and whacking another out with it. Kicking the nearest one to her, holding her hands up, Sara telekinetically pushed him back into a wall, knocking him out too.

Spotting another assassin in the distance, rising a gun aimed at Brett. Sara roughly swung her hand as if swatting a fly, sending him flying across the room. Slamming (a little harder than she meant too) into a pillar.

"What are you again?" Brett yelled over the fray, knocking another assassin out, behind her.

Sara opened her mouth to answer, when another jumped from behind him. Raising her one hand, Sara threw the assassin into the ceiling. Dropping her hand, letting her 'grip' of him go. The assassin fell hard onto the floor. Sara hearing a satisfying crack of bone.

She definitely broke some ribs.

"Witch." Sara replied, blowing some hair out of her face. "Why?"

Brett shrugged, glancing at the knocked at men and back at her. "No reason." he said glancing behind him. "Where's Lori?!" Brett shouted, looking around frantically.

"She's not there?" Sara shouted back, bring her hand together, slamming two woman against each other, then slamming them back into opposite walls.

"No! Lori! LORI!" Brett yelled about to run into the main fight. "No!" Sara said, catching his arm. "I'll find her. You protect these guys."

Brett paused, nodding in agreement, turning around pouncing on another assassin in the fair corner of their 'safe zone.'

Sara took a deep breath, taking a second to metal hype herself up, running into the gunfire.

"Get the others back. Tell them to hide." Scott yelled, when Brett came running. "Scott," Brett shouted back. "I can't find Sara or Lori!" Scott's red eyes widened, running off back into the gunfire.

"Brett? Brett, where are you?" Lori shouted. Sara whipped around, running in the direction of her voice. "Lori?!"

"Sara!"

"Lori! Are you okay!?" Sara shouted, skidding to a halt in front of the young girl. Grabbing her hand, just as a red light was pointed at her, before she could do anything.

Scott came out of nowhere, tackling the man. "Get out of here!" he yelled. Sara nodded, grabbing Lori's hand, running back to where Brett and the others were; giving one final look back at Scott.

A few feet from their 'safe zone', four men appeared in front of them, cocking their guns.

Sara instantly pulling Lori behind her, about to attack when they fired. Sara shut her eyes, already preparing for the impending pain that she was going to received.

Nothing happened.

Opening her eyes, Sara stared down at the assassin's laying on the floor.

"Run." Chris said, from behind her. Cocking his gun, preparing to open fired again. The assassin's surrounded them. Sara pushed Lori behind her and Argent, lighting her hands with purple energy.

There was no way she was dying in a warehouse that used to make toilet seat covers.

Their guns were raised, Sara and Argent waiting for them to make the first move. The loud sound of a phone chime rang out.

Everyone froze.

The assassin lowering their weapons, dropping them to the floor, raising her hands in surrender motion.

Sara sighed in relief, extinguishing the light in her hands, wrapping her arms around Lori giving the girl a squeeze, stoking her hair, while she cried into her sweater. "It's over. It's okay, it's over."

"Scott!" Sara shouted running into her brothers arms, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Burying her head into his shoulder, letting out a shakily breath. "You're okay."

"I'm okay, I'm okay." Scott said, squeezing her back, releasing her giving her a look over, gently touching a cut on her forehead. "Are you okay?"

Just before she could answer, Kira walked up to them. Sara stepped back a little, giving the two some space. Kira was a little bloodied, and her clothes were torn in a few places, but she seemed alright. "Scott." she said, the two embracing.

Sara couldn't help, but make a barf face at Derek, Braeden and Chris, who were talking a few feet away. The three laughing lightly.

Sara instantly turned back, the two stopping their canoodling. Kira turned around, pausing at the site of her. Sara couldn't blame her, she looked like she came right out of a cheaply made horror flick. Her jeans and t-shirt and leather jacket were stained in blood, not to mention her hair.

Oh, her hair. She should cut it. She needed to cut it. All this washing of blood out of long hair, was actually exhausting.

Kira's pause ended much quicker than Sara thought, the next second she was pulling Sara into a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay." Kira said, squeezing her tightly.

"Me too." Sara said, as Kira released. "But not like that, 'me too' as in I'm happy I'm okay-Not that I'm not happy I'm okay, but I-"

"Sara." Kira said, cutting her off.

"Yeah?"
"I get it."

"Okay, phew." Sara breathed out, scratching her ear, glancing behind her. Brett was animatedly taking to Lori, the younger girl laughing.

"You're in pain." Scott said suddenly. Sara looking up, Scott holding her wrist gently. "I'm fine." Sara said. "It's probably just a cut or a bruise somewhere." she said, shrugging her hand out of his grip.

Scott squinted his eyes at her, looking her up and down. Probably trying to do a pull body-scan to see where she was hurt.

Sara rolled her eyes, turning around catching Brett's eye.

Brett smirked, waving her over to him.

"I'll be right back." Sara said, already walking in Brett and Lori's direction. "Sara-!" Scott called, Sara waving him off. "I'm fine Scott. You can have Mom look me over later." Sara said, walking backwards. "I'll be right back, so I'm giving you some space to…you know….Smooch it up or-"

"Sara!"
"Walking away."

"Hey stranger. Isn't it good to be alive?" Sara teased, from behind Brett. Brett instantly pulling her into a tight hug. "Yeah, it is." Brett mumbled, drawing back frowning. "You're in pain."

"No-I'm-I'm really not." Sara said, waving his concern off. "I'm fine. And I can see you are too." she said lightly. Brett snorting in response.

"How's Lori?" Sara asked, not having a chance to talk to the girl, after she ran over to her brother. She understood that feeling to be near one, especially after their ordeal. She was glad Lori, like her had been lucky in the big brother department.

"Okay, little shaken up, but…she'll be alright. You made quite the impression." Brett said with smirk.

"What?" Sara laughed.

"Yeah," Brett said, sweeping some of her hair out of his face. "Lori's been saying how cool you are. I don't think she's ever going to shut up about you."

Sara snorted, unable to hide the smile on her face. "Well she's a cool kid."

"Yeah, she is." Brett agreed, shuffling on his feet. "Thank you, for everything." he said gently.

Sara shook her head, running her fingers through her hair. "I really, didn't do much." Sara said shyly. Brett shook his head. "No, you…You saved my sister. You have no idea, how much that means to me."

Sara looked down, very happy this place had such crappy lighting. If she was blushing, she wouldn't dare let Brett see. He did not need an ego boost anytime soon.

"Well, you kinda saved me first and if you didn't I couldn't have saved Lori, so really in the long game you really saved Lori." Sara theorised. Brett rolled his eyes. "Would it kill you to take a compliment?"

"Maybe." Sara shot back, making his laugh. Sara sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just…I'm not used to being the person people thank for saving their life's…I'm not usually the good guy."

"S'okay." Brett said, quickly rummaging into his jacket pocket, pulling out a slip of paper; handing it to her. "What's this?" Sara asked, unfolding it.

"My number," Brett said, pretending not to see her raised eyebrows and slightly ajar lips. "In case, you need me…to beat up crazy assassins with you or…talk. It's there."

Sara smiled, tucking the slip of paper into her pocket. "So you just…keep that there…or?

Brett chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Wrote it down this morning."

"Ah, so this was planned." Sara said cheekily. Brett nodding, giving her an instant suave-cool-guy voice. "Of course. Best ones are."

"You're insane." Sara giggled.

"Anyone would be when they look into your eyes, baby-doll."

"Baby-doll," Sara cried, shaking her head. "Did you just called me Baby-doll, Talbot?"

"It is a classic." Brett said instantly. Sara rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it's official, you're insane."

"But you love it."
"Oh my god…"

Sara sat down on her bed, shutting her eyes: Peace.

It had been a while since she had been truly peaceful. Picking up her phone, Sara smiled tapping on Brett's contact. He was probably out with his pack, rebuilding with Argent's help or putting Lori to sleep.

She needed sleep too. Setting her phone down on her side table, Sara pulled back her covers, looking up at her ceiling.

"Can I come in?" Scott asked, poking his head though the door. "Sure." Sara said, not bothering to move. Scott kicked off his slippers, lying next to her on top of the covers.

"You better not put, you stinky feet under my covers." Sara said, looking distastefully at his feet. "They do not stink." Scott said, leaning back, adjusting himself in a more comfortable, following her gaze that was glued to her galaxy themed ceiling.

Sara squinted. "Lies."

"They don't."

"You sit on a throne of lies." Sara said, turning to him. She was smiling. It was different then her other ones. It was relaxed, almost dreamy, but that wasn't it. It was her eyes that made all the difference. There was something in there, a sort of bright glow that seemed to make every inch of her light up, like a perfectly bright full moon.

Scott gently leaned his head against hers. "Love you, Sara."

Sara shut her eyes, resting herself against him. "Love you too, Scotty."

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