Disclaimer: I do NOT own Teen Wolf or any of the characters…

HEEEeeEEEeEEYy…

So, this is my first story (AAAAAAAAAAAAH), it will be multiple ships (although I'm not sure which yet, except Malia/Kira, but I do like Sterek, so… we'll see), I don't know how long the chapters will be, but I intend to finish this story no matter what! I will write this story through season 4 and after, writing new stuff as the season changes, so this will be kind of like an alternative universe.

Feel free to point out wrongs, mistakes or just what you think of it, I WANT TO HEAR IT ALL! And if you've got any suggestions about ships, or whatever, I will take them into consideration, but I will write what I feel like writing. Okay? Okay.

WARNING: May contain some male/male, girl-on-girl (or just simple hetero, but probably not) action, since I'm not really sure which direction I'm going, but I sure will go more than ONE…*smirk*

Also, ISSAC AND ETHAN WILL BE IN THIS FIC! (Not Allison or Aiden though...) Let's say Ethan simply didn't leave, but he and Danny still broke up, which gives me a lot of opportunities to do what the flying fart I want with them! *double-smirk*.*evil laugh*.*feeling like a puppet master*.

ANYWAY!

Hopefully, I will update like… once a week… more or less… It depends on how much time I have, so I won't make any promises, we'll just have to wait and see!

That is all.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Roses On Fire

"That's the plan?" she said, very skeptical, after hearing everything Scott and Stiles had to say. The group was all gathered at the animal clinic. Well, except Deaton, unfortunately, who was on vacation for a few days (or so he said). "That's your genius plan on how to save Derek Hale from the Calaveras?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it genius…" Stiles said tiredly, but still overflowing of sarcasm, tilting his head up to catch her cold look towards him.

"Stiles, it sucks" she said. He sighed and dropped his head, in both disappointment and anger, but most of all he was just too tired to function right now. They couldn't blame him though, it was past midnight long time ago and they all had school tomorrow. Or, you know, today.

"Yeah, sorry Stiles, I've got to go with Malia on this one" Kira spoke, making eye contact with her for a few seconds. A few seconds that easily could have been forever, Malia really couldn't tell. "It just doesn't seem that secure, like, at all…" Kira broke the short stare, but Malia kept one discreet eye on the dark haired beauty beside her. She couldn't help but to lick her lips, wondering what that strawberry red lipstick of hers would taste like…wait what!?

She quickly waved away the odd thought, hoping she could erase it from her mind completely.

"Yeah, it kind of blows" Isaac said, ice cold.

"Okay, FINE!" Stiles shouted, gesturing them all to stop. "But it's far from the worst we've had, so… just… Shut up, okay!?" He returned his focus back down on the maps and notes spread out all over the metal desk. Scott just silently nodded, probably thinking about all of the absurd plans and weird shit they'd been doing ever since he got bitten, and long before, because he smiled his silly smile that made him look like he was a five-year old kid on Christmas day. Malia saw it and rolled her eyes. Dork.

She was really insecure about this plan, especially if it was partly Scott's. Besides, she didn't even know this Derek-guy, why should she risk her life for someone she hasn't even met just because he's not capable of taking care of himself?

"I still don't get why we've got to save him."

"BECAUSE!" Stiles yelled, shocking her, and the group. She, as well as the werewolves, could hear his heart beat like crazy. Stiles turned towards Malia, rage filling his. "This is not just some random person, okay!? This is DEREK! Malia, I've told you…" Stiles slowed down, closed his eyes for a second and took long and steady breaths, calming himself, but his heartbeat didn't really ease up. He looked back down, resting his arms on top of the desk. "I mean, it's just… It's Derek. He's pack, we can't just bale on him…"

Scott just nodded again. Malia was still in shock. She had never seen Stiles like this, at least not towards her. He had snapped, letting loose of some deep emotions, she could feel it, smell the sent still lingering around the room. He had kept some of it though; the breathing thing was to push it all down again, kind of like she did when she fought the full moon once a month. Stiles ager was now replaced with something that looked like sadness, or angst, and she felt guilty that she had brought this out in him. Malia decided to keep her mouth shut about their mission, scared of what might happen if she did. Lydia, on the other hand, was not.

"No." She suddenly blurred out. She was standing in the corner of the room, staring down at the ground. She had barely said a word the whole night. Stiles sighed in displease.

"What now?" he said, raising his eyebrows at her as he waited for an explanation, eyes getting wider for every second. The sadness in them was now long gone, and now, he looked like he was close to having a nervous breakdown.

"No. I won't do it." She sounded quite adamant. But she always did.

"Lydia, Stiles can't go all alone" Scott told her. Stiles frowned at that.

"Whoa, wait, hold on! Why the hell not?" he said, questioning what his bro had just declared. Malia laughed a little too loud and stopped instantly. She could come up with multiple reasons why Stiles wasn't going to manage this on his own. Scott opened his mouth, about to answer, but Stiles got first. "I mean, I know that I'm not some supernatural werewolf with supernatural strength or supernatural hearing or anything," He made some overdramatic gestures with his arms. Everyone had to take a step back not to get slapped in the face. "BUT, unless Lydia is hiding a whole bunch of Banshee-abilities inside of that tiny, beautiful, perfect shaped body of hers, I don't think she'll be that much of a help!" Malia felt like she was supposed to be overflowing with jealousy, but on the other hand, Lydia was beautiful, and Stiles was on the edge to insanity, looking like he was void all over again, so she figured that it really didn't matter.

The group turned to Lydia, like she was supposed to have some kind of answer to what wasn't even a question. Lydia looked up from the spot on the floor that she had been staring at, probably all night, and met their odd, wide, questioning eyes towards her. She took a second before she answered.

"Well, Peter didn't exactly give me instructions on 'How to be a Banshee', so, NO. Not that I know of." she said, sassy as always.

"But it doesn't matter. I mean, you two are mostly just going to talk to them, convince them." Scott spoke, pointing at Lydia and Stiles. "And, honestly, I think Stiles could use some help with that." He looked at Lydia, who seemed to agree with him, knowing very well just how good of a talker she could be, and nodded.

Stiles looked slightly offended, frowning at his best friend and former crush, eyes flickering between them, with an open mouth. But then Stiles thought about it and after a minute of silence, thank God, he gave in and agreed, sort of. He was a real talker, just not the good kind….

Malia turned and looked to her left. Kira had been yawning for quite some time now. She looked like she could practically fall asleep right here and now.

"Can we wrap this up?" she said, making eye contact with Kira once again. "I think, um…" she got distracted as her eyes fell to Kira's lips, again. Malia felt the urge to lean forward and kiss the shit out of her until she could barely breath, please her in all possible ways, make her gasp and moan louder than she had ever done… WOW! She snapped out of it and fell back into reality and remembered that she had stopped talking in the middle of a sentence. "… that, uh, we all could use a few hours of sleep, you know, before school…?" She finished nervously and looked away from Kira, hoping that none of the other werewolves had noticed how hard her heart was currently pounding in her chest. She looked at Stiles, who only seemed glad about the fact that – he thought – she actually cared about school, and she grinned, because he was totally acting like a mom.

"Yeah, I think we've settled everything." Stiles said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "See you all in… Oh, wow! It's almost 3 in the morning. And I've got 14 missed calls from my dad…" He sighed and started walking towards the exit. "And remember, we leave on Friday, okay!? Good." He had left the room before anyone got the chance to answer. Not that it was an option not to come. Stiles would probably take over Derek's phrase and threaten people that he was going to rip their throats out, maybe even with his teeth.

Malia walked after Stiles. As she walked past Kira she drove in a deep breath, hoping that she wouldn't notice, and closed her eyes for a second. God, she smelled good! Besides her perfume, that really wasn't necessary, she smelled a bit like roses, and fire – maybe even roses on fire – and something else that she couldn't put her finger on, but it was intoxication and she loved it… Shit!

Malia quickly ran off, out of the animal clinic, finding Stiles already sitting in the driver seat of his beloved Jeep. She really didn't feel like riding in this piece of crap car with a tired, annoying Stiles. Not tonight. She was confused, like, really confused, and she needed to clear her head.

She walked up to the Jeep and talked through the down rolled window closest to Stiles. "I'm going for a run." Stiles, who was texting his dad and hadn't noticed Malia standing there, jumped from his seat, hitting his head against the roof of his car. He groaned loud at the pain and put his hand on his head. She rolled her eyes, wondering what exactly she saw in this unbelievable dork. "I'll see you later, Stiles."

"Um, yeah… AH… Okay, eh, sure…" he said, trying to sound as normal as possible, but Malia was already gone. "Uh, whatever…" He started his car and drove off, trying his hardest NOT to fall asleep until he was at least in his living room.