Just a heads up I just started with this show, and I really have only seen the Malia scenes because she if my favorite and I love Shelley Hennig, anyway I may not have every detail correctly and I have added my own spin, but if I say anything wrong just write it in a review and I'll fix it. Well review anyway haha but enjoy my first Teen Wolf fanfic :)
Malia never felt like she had a course she had had one once, but she ended that. She was the reason that they had died, she had murdered them. Of course she hadn't meant it, but that didn't make it hurt any less. The memory of that day, of those last minutes, and seconds haunted her every time she took a breath. It was the reason she had gone into isolation, she just couldn't take the pain.
At first when Scott had turned her she was furious, she couldn't fathom why they would hurt her so much like that. She didn't know why they would want to change her back, and just wanted to be left alone. She even had to explain it to one of them as to why she was mad. They had thought that they had done her a favor, that they had helped her, they were wrong. She didn't want to be this way
That was the mentality that she had lived with since she was turned back, then she met Stiles.
Yes, she didn't like him at first, but when she got to Beacon hills she was given a warm welcome. But Stiles had helped her. Made her realize that she needed to face what happened and try to keep going. And Stiles was great about it, he didn't tell her to 'move on and forget' but to come to terms with what took place.
She didn't really know how to say it, or if she was supposed to say it, but she knew, she liked Stiles,a lot. He was her family. A extra step more than the pack. He had even helped her becoming one with that family. He was the reason that she wanted to be whole again, he was her anchor. So when he needed his best friend to be saved she knew she had to help.
Scott had been there for her and God help her if she wouldn't be there for him too.
"Hey you okay?" Stiles asked interrupting her thoughts.
"Yeah, but something off, something just isn't right." She looks around her hoping that something will comfort her but she just cant shake this feeling that something bad was going to happen. She continued to try to find peace but to no avail.
"You know you don't have to do this, right?" He questioned her.
Malia stared him straight in the eye. "Hey," She grabbed his hands "Scott has made me part of the pack, part of a family. Before I would have thought 'leave him he's screwed' but you look out for family, you protect them. You taught me that. I trust you, you trust him, so I trust him."
Stiles had never loved someone so much in that moment, (sorry Stylia fans) Malia hadn't even known Scott very long and already she was willing to risk her life for his.
He couldn't help but give her a soft kiss. There was so much grace in the words she had just said. The little things she said that she didn't even know made Stiles love her more. Like her highlighter usage. The moment was the same, sweet, and so was the kiss.
"Now lets go save Scott." He said
"And Kira." Malia added.
God she was perfect to him. Just a while ago she was fine with ripping Kira limb from limb just to get a plastic doll, but here she was ready to protect her.
Malia, Liam, Peter, and Stiles entered the building, they carefully walked down hallways ready to fend off any attackers. They knew they would have to get through berzerkers, Kate, and other things just to get to Scott and Kira. And that wasn't going to be easy.
Peter was waiting for the perfect moment while walking with the group. He knew when he would strike;he would wait for the group to tire out Scott then kill him, and get the was genius,all he had to do was look like he helped fight, he would have Scott killed and after all of that he could take Malia's power too. Sure it wasn't as much as Scott's but it was family blood. And his daughter had some talent in the coyote department.
The group was walking when suddenly Malia put her arms up hitting both Stiles and Peter in the chest. Stiles the man she loved and Peter her father.
"Whats wrong?" Liam questioned.
Chills filled the air and Malia's eyes quickly changed from their normal dark brown to a sharp blue.
"Something is here." The group crouched a bit getting ready for a fight but what they heard shook them to the bone. Yes, they had seen a berzerker before, but that didn't help.
Malia had heard that noise twice before and it still terrified her. Back in Mexico when it left a gash in her and in the High School where it left her paralyzed in fear just from a single attack.
The group ran from it, until they were a safe distance.
"Stiles," She threw him Kira's sword, "find Scott and Kira." Stiles looked at her with fear. He knew he couldn't take on the monster, heck it was going to be hard for the three of them to even survive the thing let alone take it down, but that didn't stop him from feeling guilty to leave her and it sure as hell scared him to leave her with this thing.
"I will come back to you. I'd never leave you Stiles." She said to him which lifting a smile form his face as he remembered when she had first said that in Mexico.
"Make sure you come back." Stiles said as he ran off to find his best friend and best friend's girlfriend.
The fight was brutal, the three of them, Malia, Liam, and Peter were throwing everything at the monster and it wouldn't go down. Then things took a turn. Liam was able to throw in a hit that got the berzerker to fall. Peter threw the knife at his daughter and both he and Liam here able to hold down the monster.
Malia raised the pointed metal and with all he might began to slash it down.
That was when she heard a noise. She recognized it as Stiles, but couldn't hear what he had screamed about.
She continued to try and plunge the object into the skull when the blade was cut at its base.
Liam and Malia looked at Kira is disbelief, both wanting a good explanation as to after their long fight Kira had taken away their upperhand.
"It's Scott!" Finally Malia heard her boyfriend's words.
The two of them looked at berzerker Scott and saw it, his eyes. Liam loosened his grip and Malia looked down at her arm in guilt. She was about to kill him. It was the one thing that Scott said they didn't had listened to her father and trusted him and she almost regretted it deeply.
Scott pushed Liam off him and he slid halfway across the floor before hitting a pile of rubble. He shook his other arm and got Peter to fly into a beam that stood nearby. Malia wasn't as lucky, the berzerker didn't appreciate the fact that she was about to kill him, he sent he an upper cut straight in the jaw and then a kick to the stomach. Malia fell to the ground hard, the wind almost being knocked out of her. She was a coyote but this berzerker was freakishly strong. She tried to stand but when she had gotten herself to one knee he picked her up and threw her across the room to where Stile stood.
"Scott, its me!" Stiles said hoping to find his best friend.
The berzerker began to cross the room to finish the group, he got close to Stiles when Malia limped in front of him, her body acting like a human shield. That's when she noticed the berzerker get a bit tired, as did everyone else, and picked up the closest thing to him, Liam.
Liam was lifted by the throat against a beam, fear evident in his eyes.
He was new to the pact, he barley had himself under control, how was he going to control this complex situation. He did the first thing he could think of, find the human.
"Scott, listen listen listen, you're not this monster, you're a werewolf, like me." He saw Scott struggle with himself.
His eyes blinked in confusion and lowered his punching arm, Liam could feel the air come back into his lungs as Scott's grip loosened. Liam slid down the column and lay there watching Scott.
The group watched Scott with different emotions
"Come on buddy fight it!" Stiles yelled
Kira was plauged with fear, she hoped Scott would beat this, she wouldn't be able to hurt him let alone kill him.
Liam knew his alpha was going to win the self battle, he had seen his strength and he would win this.
Malia had no doubt that Scott would be fine. All she could think was 'if he was strong enough to throw me like a rag doll, he can beat this skull mask thing'
All that Peter could think was his plan was looking like it was going to fail, but plans change and he could still win.
Scott shred his extra armor and was filled with a vehement hate toward one member of his 'save Scott crew'
"You." He threw daggers at Peter
The group cast there eyes down the line and ended on the father in the group.
"The only one who knew the most about berzerkers, you taught Kate, you helped her, all for power."
Malia stood in a small daze, there was no way that her father could betray her like that, he wouldn't-
"For my family's power."Peter said strongly stopping all of her thoughts.
She backed away from him with the feeling of betrayal growing inside of her, more and more by the second.
"Power to be rightfully inherited by me, not by some idiot teenage boy scout. So blinded that he wouldn't put someone down even when they needed to be, even when it was justified. You don't deserve your power."
He let out a low growl showing his eagerness to fight.
That's when the moment hit Malia. Peter wasn't her family, her pack was, and she would do anything to protect her family, her pack. She ran full speed to the man she once considered her father and did everything in her power to take him down.
She hadn't realized the gravity of the previous hits that Scott had done to her previously, but once she was running at Peter she began to feel them. They hurt every muscle inside her but she kept running to fend off this monster from her pack.
She lunged at Peter, her claws out, and teeth ready to bite, anything to hurt the man.
Peter was able to catch her attack and threw her easily. She hit the top of the door entrance and fell on a sharp piece of gravel that lay on the warehouse floor.
She groaned in pain for a couple of seconds before the pain became too much for her and she passed out.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, we will talk about this later." And Peter fully intended that talk to happen.
The group watched the violent encounter and the rest of the group came together ready to fight Peter.
"No." Scott quickly said. "This is our fight."
The two men lunged at each other tearing each other apart.
Stiles, however, was glued to one image;his motionless girlfriend on the ground. She took one hell of a beating. He wasn't there for the full fight but from what he saw Scott left her barley standing and Peter finished the job.
He tried to navigate himself to the other side of the room but the fight was so hectic he could barley take a step forward without risking getting hit by Peter or his best friend.
He just had to stand there and watch as she was there in unbearable pain.
The rest of the group was watching the fight in fear. Scott hadn't known the ramifications of the mask that he was wearing. It drained all of his energy, even his alpha strength was low. He was losing the battle.
That's when Peter got a good swipe in and Scott flew back breaking a wall. He bounced off the wall but didn't move. Peter saw his victory right there.
Stiles saw his moment to run across the room to Malia, and Kira to check on Scott. Liam stood rooted to the spot, he couldn't comprehend how his alpha had lost, he hadn't seen anyone as powerful before.
Stiles got to Malia and lifted her head. He pulled away when he saw blood. Yes, she would self heal, but it seemed like it would take a long time, and that she would be in a bunch of pain.
He hated to see her like that. That's when he saw a shadow cast over his body. He turned just in time to see an arm smack his back. He flew and smashed into Liam, who had started coming to attack Peter away from Malia and Stiles.
Peter took the moment to pick up his daughter and flee the group.
"MALIA!" Stiles yelled as he got up. He knew he couldn't meet Peters speed and could do nothing but stand there and watch the love of his life go away with the man he hated the most.
He looked around and saw Liam on the ground, Kira trying to wake a non-moving Scott, and the blood puddle that once had his girlfriend on top of.
"No." He whispered.