A/N: Hi! I have another drabble, and this time, the feels run rampant!

Title: Torn

Pairings: Stalia, minor Dunan

Sunmary: The pack is being torn, with Kira in NYC, Malia missing, Lydia going insane, Parrish doing who knows what, and this...

Blair was with Scott and Liam, playing video games when she gasped and faded into one of her Special Blackouts.

When she came around, she cried, "Stiles!"

Scott painicked, trying to search for Stiles' scent. He found it, and took off running. Liam hoisted Blair onto his back, and took off after Scott.

The trio arrived at a crash scene where there were scattered blue jeep pieces. In the middle if the wreckage, a pale body laid in the hood of the car.

Scott was silent as he picked up the body and carried it to a safe place near Blair and Liam.

"Stiles!" She shouted, running to his side. Stiles was like a sibling to her.

Stiles hacked, spurting blood.

"Derek said this would happen one day." He whispered weakly. "That this is the cost of having a human in your pack."

"No, Stiles, no!" Scott sobbed.

"Scott!" He said weakly. "Promise ne one thing." Scott nodded.

"Die before they do. And Blair, tell Malia I love her and Parrish thank you, and that he better make sure my dad doesn't start drinking again."

Blair sobbed. Liam just stood a little away, dumbfounded as Stiles' heartbeat began to fade.

The police arrived.

"Young Lady, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the victim."

"No!" Blair screamed, tears streaming down her face.

"Sheriff!" The officer called.

Sheriff Stillinski walked over.

He looked to Scott. "Is it-" He didn't have to finish. Scott nodded.

"Blair, you have to move for the Sheriff." Scott said.

She nodded. "Only for John and Jordan." She shuffled over so that Stillinski could see his son's face.

"No." He whispered. "No!" He gripped his son's face in his hands.

"Dad?" He said weakly.

"Don't die, Stiles." His father whispered.

"Dad, it's alright." Stiles smiled. "I see mom..."

"No." Sheriff repeated.

"She's waving, waiting for me to choose." Stiles sighed.

"Which do I choose?" Stiles wondered. "The messed up life with my best friend, the love of my life most surely dead, my pack being torn, and my dad? Or the life with rainbows and unicorns, my mom, and soon the love of my life?"

Blair shook with sobs. "Stiles, no!"

Scott cried silently as Stiles' heartbeat slowed to a stop.

"No, brother." Blair said softly. "Don't leave me!"

She sobbed, and the police left.

Except for the sheriff, who was silent, rocked back onto his heels as tears streamed silently down his face.

Scott and Liam stood up, and let out long wailing howls.

In New York, Kira dropped a tray of food at her house, and covered her mouth, collapsing to the floor.

"Kira?" Her mother asked.

"Stiles." Kira sobbed. "He's dead!" She sobbed more as Liam and Scott continued to wail. She had an urge to wail with them.

Out in the forest, Malia heard the wails of misery and despair.

"No." She whispered. "Not Stiles!"

"Who's Stiles?" Her mother growled.

"The love of my life!" She growled. "And now he's dead!"

She howled in agony, her mother wincing at how it conveyed all her emotions.

She then slapped her hand over Malia's mouth.

"Shut up, you'll get us caught." Her mother hissed, then scoffed. "How can you love a human anyway? You have his lingering smell!"

Malia laughed bitterly. "Our pack isn't a sticker for tradition. My Alpha was in love with a hunter, and now he's in love with a kitsune. Our Beta's in love with a Seer."

Her mother raised an eyebrow. "How can he be your Alpha if he didn't bite you?"

"Because I accept him as a leader." Malia breathed. "And you might as well kill me, cause I have nothing to live for."

The Desert Wolf grinned sadisticly.

"That can be arranged."

Blair sat in the hospital waiting room, hearing Melissa sobbing and wailing over her nearly-son.

"The pack is being torn apart..." Blair whispered. "And I? I can do nothing. Nothing but say, 'We're all gonna die.'"

A/N: Now, this may not happen, but I'm scared of what Jeff might do. PEACE!