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When she was a kid she and her sister would play princesses. They would imagine some evil had got them and they would take turns being the hero and the damsel. The two of them would always argue over who got to do which part. They both wanted to be the damsel because the damsel got to wear the dress and they both loved the dress. The dress was a Halloween costume of their mother's a dark blue Victorian style dress with lot of ruffles and many layers. It was too big for the both of them but they both always wanted to wear it.
Malia broke herself out of the memories that were still too painful to think about. She was going to go seek help from the wolf who thought he knew best and turned her back into a human. Part of her thought she was crazy for doing this but the other part didn't care. She and Stiles had developed a strong connection in a very short time. Which was a little odd since the first thing she had done when she had saw him in the nut house was punch him she thought with a slight smile.
The smiled faded as she remembered how when she woke she had been tied up, she was pretty sure that she had been used in some way to Stiles's detriment. She knew that he was not in control or else she would have woke up to him instead of waking up to him gone. So she was going to find him, he knew the truth about her and there was this connection between them. Maybe it was based on the fact that both of them had blood on their hands, or just the fact that they were both two people in a nut house who believed the other, but it felt a little deeper. Whatever it was it was the strongest connection she had at the moment to what was real, and true and she wasn't going to lose him. Even if it meant finding the one who forced her to be human against her will and helping him. She was going to be the hero this time and rescue her damsel.
A/N: I'm really into MaliaxStiles lately so if you like the paring go check out my other stuff.
