Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.

A/N: This is kind of similar to my story Under the Half Moon only it more has to with mutual guilt and mourning.

They were alike in the fact that their both had blood on their hands. One could argue that neither or them were really responsible for the death that they had caused but neither of them believed it. Both of them had in the beginning had tried to convince the other but they both stopped.

Malia had killed her mom and sister and Stiles had nearly killed Issac and had killed police officers some of which he had known since he was a kid. They didn't really talk not anymore they just sat on Malia's porch swing. At first they had just sat on the porch but then Malia's Dad had bought them a swing. They enjoyed being in the others company because they felt that the other person understood them even if they hardly talked. Sometimes they held hands when their emotions overwhelmed them combining their strengths and weakness which made them better to face the future.

There was only three people that knew about their arrangement. Malia, Stiles and Malia's Dad although the wolves could probably smell Malia on Stiles but they hadn't said anything to him about it. Some of the wolves had tried to convince Stiles that he wasn't at fault mostly Scott but Stiles could see himself doing the things. His hands making the bomb that had killed the officer, sabotaging the cable that had nearly Issac his hands, as well as the trip wire that had caused the arrow to shot Coach finstock. Not someone else's, his. He could see his hands twisting the blade that was in his friend. He could see the images every time he closed his eyes which was why he hardly slept anymore.

Malia had similar nightmares and images that flashed before her eyes. Nightmares about her mother and sister and how it her fault that they were dead. They both had trouble sleeping and this had kind of sprung from that, whatever this was. They weren't dating, most of the time they didn't even talk. The two of them just sat next to each other knowing what troubled themselves and the other and just swung on the porch swing until the sun came up, or one of them got tired at which point they would part ways. Neither called the other during the day but come night when everyone was asleep they would both come back and do it all over again.

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