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Things Alec planned to do with his evening:

Get some fresh air - check
Wander in the woods - check
Maybe find someone nice to talk to - check(ish - jury's still out on Stiles)

Things Alec did not plan to do with his evening but wound up doing anyway:

Follow around a creepy guy who wasn't entirely organic because Stiles's "spidey sense" (whatever the hell that is) is tingling

It's not that he's complaining - it's something to do which is always nice, but his thoughts keep swinging around to "why should he care?" He doesn't care about this place, as a general rule, beyond his survival in it, but now he's trying to help protect it? He's still weighing the pros and cons as he leads the way through the woods, keeping up with the trail and trying not to be seen - or let Stiles be seen. He's a nice guy, but about as stealthy as a bag of bricks.

The guy stops, he stops, hiding himself behind a nearby tree, and he glances around it for a moment to make sure the coast is clear before gesturing for Stiles to come closer. Slowly. Quietly. Without drawing undue attention to himself.

Please.

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Stiles is following closely - at least as closely as he can without tripping over Alec or making a racket. From what Stiles can see, the dude disappeared into a secret lair in the woods which is totally not ominous at all.

His breath catches a little as they get closer and he's glad he dragged Alec out with him. He has a feeling that Alec's muscle is probably going to be needed.

Alec glances to the side, listening for a moment, before making a hold sign with his fist. If he's going to take a civilian down there, he's going to go down first and clear it. He starts to move slowly, one foot in front of the other down the stairs, until the wood creaks, and he freezes.

A second later, a crossbow bolt flies up through the door and embeds itself in his shoulder, he glances back to Stiles and waves his hand.

"Go!"

Stiles isn't leaving your ass here, Alec. So he's ducking down and trying to help. "Not without you, dude." He's hissing under his breath, "You have to come with me."

He isn't going to leave anyone behind. Especially not when it means that they might die. Since the weird dude with the secret lair is also very obviously armed.

Alec shakes his head, already moving up the stairs towards him. He breaks off the end of the arrow in front of him and nods at him with a glare. "I'm fine. I'm right behind you - go!"

And don't look as he reaches behind himself to pull the business end of the arrow out the other side.

Well fine. As long as Alec can move, Stiles will do as he indicated. "You'd better be." He mutters as he bolts back out to the forest, running back towards the city and safety. He'd have to tell Peter about this so that the wolves would do some poking around of their own later.

The lair that they still don't know anything about, that's totally the reason for the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, yeah? Has to be. Because if that wasn't it....Stiles isn't sure he wants to know what the other thing might be.

There's a slight growl of pain as Alec gets rid of the rest of the arrow, and then charges into a flat out run behind him. He doesn't want the other guy catching up to him and finishing the job.

They make it halfway through the woods before the entire ground rocks and they're thrown to the ground. There's a whole lot of swearing as Alec hits the ground, bad shoulder first, and he looks around urgently as he does.

"What the hell is that?"

The worse thing.

"Sounded like an explosion." Stiles' voice doesn't sound like his normal tone and there's a slightly haunted look in his eyes to go with the white face. "We need to get back right now." Because Peter. Isaac. The shop and werewolves and Isobel and Peter.

Don't be dead. Don't be dead, guys. Stiles isn't sure he can take it if you're all dead.

Alec tries to push himself up to his feet, ready to follow Stiles back into the city, but the explosion is coming from the city. It's a bright white light burning out from the epicenter of Town's Square and rattling towards them at an even faster right.

So Alec does the sane thing. He takes Stiles, grabs his shoulders, and turns them back to go deeper into the woods.

"This way."

"No! No, Alec, we need to go back." Stiles is pulling away because he still has people there. He has...they have to go back. Maybe they're not dead, maybe they got to shelter in time, maybe they just need him to find them. You need to let him go, Alec.

They... they might have made it out.

Please have made it out.

Nope, Alec isn't going to let him go. Because Alec knows explosions - he knows explosives - and that isn't the way they needed to go.

"If you run back into that thing it'll tear you to shreds. You can't help anyone if you're dead."

The shockwave is getting closer and he turns and shoves Stiles ahead of him. "We need to go!"

Right. Save yourself first and then go back for any survivors. He blinked back the tears in his eyes because he knows Alec is right.

So he starts running again. He thinks a little hysterically of that one t-shirt that his mom had loved, the one that had said "I am Bomb Technician, if you see me running, try to Keep Up!"

He looks back one more time before he puts on another burst of speed. Trying to outrun the shockwave...

Doesn't work as well as they hope. Alec keeps trying to push him faster but Stiles is human and Alec won't leave him behind. It's not long before the white light engulfs them, and then everything after that is black.

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