Her head hurt. Malia would have gone into self defense mode, but even as she regained consciousness she smelled Kira all around her. She realized that the calming motion on her back was Kira's hand and that the pounding in her ears wasn't her heartbeat but a headache from the wolfsbane. Was it really just a little while ago that she had been dancing with Kira? She loved Stiles for being her first friend and helping her adjust, but in the time she'd been human again she'd only felt truly connected to another person when she was dancing with Kira. She thought she'd had that connection with Stiles, especially since they were sort of together. Kira was different though, and she hadn't known how much until they were dancing. She couldn't deny that her human side found Kira attractive, but her coyote did as well. Gathering her bearings, she felt safe as she realized she was sort of curled half in Kira's lap. Once Malia assured them she was okay, she went with Stiles to see if they could do anything about the door while Kira kept an eye on Scott. Malia couldn't help but notice that Kira didn't pull him into her lap.
"Is that what you'd do as a coyote? Leave her for dead?"
Malia figured it was a human thing. She didn't get it. She had her friend, her Alpha, and ...possible mate? She didn't know what Kira was actually, since Scott was dating her. Well, if Lydia was important to Kira, then she'd stick around and get her back.
Each crackle of electricity made Kira's stomach roll as she heard Scott try to withstand the pain. Of all things, a pang of guilt entered her mind for judging Malia for wanting to run. Maybe the two of them should have tried if it might have kept this from happening. She didn't know how she'd ever forgive herself for this. She knew Scott would because he was just that kind of guy and she was being forced to. Stiles would too, but she wasn't so sure about Lydia and she wouldn't blame her. Still, there was that pang of guilt that wouldn't go away. At least Malia had an excuse: she was doing her best to survive as a coyote. All she'd had when she'd turned was everything she knew when she was eight. How Malia managed to survive for years was something none of them really gave her enough credit for. That or her efforts in trying to adjust back into society. Kira knew what she was but at the moment, it was that very thing that was being used against them. If they got out of here, she was going to be a better friend to Malia and get her Mom to teach her some control over her powers.
When they took Kira and Lydia to the others by the jeep, the first thing Kira did was wrap Malia in a hug. She could tell Malia was a bit shocked but she returned the hug tentatively. Kira then let her go and gave Stiles a loose hug as well. "I'm just glad you're both okay." She caught the look Stiles and Lydia shared and could tell they would talk later, but both were relieved as well. Malia had looked at Lydia and then at Scott, and nodded at them both with a faint smile as she made sure they were okay. She turned her head back towards Kira though after her comment. Kira's heart broke a little at the look of confusion and wonder in Malia's eyes. She'd been on her own so long she not only forgot to worry about other people, but forgot that other people would worry about her. When they all got in the jeep, Kira kept Malia's hand tucked in hers.
Any small sense of relief Kira had found in all of them at least being together again (minus Scott) vanished when she saw Malia take off. Her heart seemed to plummet into her stomach but she took off after the coyote before her fear could weigh her down. Katana at the ready, she shifted her stance while she scanned the darkness for any sign of Malia. As she turned, the wind blew around her and she was reminded of how the two of them had danced at the club. Kira knew she was awkward with most things, and dancing was no exception. It seemed to come naturally to the girl, and she had somehow extended that ability to her, because for what might have been the first time ever, her body knew exactly what to do. The two of them moved fluidly with each other and for a few precious moments, everything else seemed to fade away. It was wonderful. Dancing with Scott was nice, but it was never like this. He didn't just lead, he guided since she didn't know what she was doing and a part of her mind was always reminding her not to step on his feet.
A presence behind her had her spinning, but she stopped at the sight of an injured Malia. Tucking her sword she helped the coyote back to the jeep, letting her heightened fox senses make up for their slower pace. Malia had alerted her to the attackers at the club (she'd sensed they were there, but both she and her fox had been wrapped up in the coyote-girl in front of them) and she was happy to be able to return the favor.
"Them I would have left, but not you."
Kira turned her head towards the window to hid her smile. Malia had turned back slightly and caught her eye before replying to Stiles. Kira wouldn't have believed her anyway. She knew Malia had run off in an effort to protect them, attempting to the attacker from them at the same time. Otherwise, she would have totally shared Stiles' alarm. Lydia had closed her eyes and Stiles was concentrating on the road, so neither noticed Malia catch her eye in the mirror while her hand twitched on her lap. Kira twitched her hand in return and Malia gave her a small shy smile before turning her gaze to the window.
AN: So, that's 401 Dark Moon. Should I continue? Do the other episodes too and not just Malia and Kira interactions but their interactions with the others as well (in regards to Malia/Kira, I mean)? Please review and let me know!