Title: Our Unwritten Destiny

Author: Slayer1002

Pairings: Scira, Stalia, and Stydia

Summary: Stiles didn't know he would have to choose between Lydia and Malia. He also didn't know that new challenges would arise from the decisions he would make.

A/N: Please review! This story starts out Stiles/Malia (Stalia) but along the road I will make him spend time with Lydia to the point where they become Stydia (Stiles/Lydia) Then before I write the last chapter I will give you, the readers, a chance to vote for who Stiles should end up together with. :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Teen Wolf. It belongs to Creator and Executive Producer Jeff Davis

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles felt guilty, he felt like someone was choking him. Telling him that it was his fault that they were dead. He was responsible for the sadness that was brought upon the others. He knew he couldn't do anything about it. They all tried to convince him it wasn't him it was the Nogitsune. But he was the one that caused their deaths.

He felt like as if everyone was watching him, his dad, every time he gets home or visit's him at the station, his friends, at school or anywhere else, even some teachers who eye him suspiciously every day.

All he needed was time to himself, time to clear his head and relax. There was one place though, Stiles thought of it as an escape. An escape for everything in the world, a place where he knew she was always there; to listen to him in his time of need and right now he needed to go there.

He took a deep breath and approached the grave of his mother: Claudia Stilinski. Softly he placed the red roses in front of the grave stone. Feeling a single tear drop he wiped it away. He knelt down next to the stone and

"Hey, mom. Allison and Aiden are dead." He continued. "I don't know what to do now. Scott's been keeping Kira close and I can tell they're dating or something. Lydia and I have grown closer as friends. I- I just don't know what to do." He paused as if he was waiting for an answer, but as usual it never came. "Thanks for listening."

He got up to leave but was stopped when he heard muffled voices. Quickly but quietly he made his way toward the voice. When he reached his destination he crouched behind a bush and watched the figure.

She was also at a grave, but it looked like she was talking to two. She was saying that she didn't know what to do, that they would find out and not accept her. He tilted his head in every direction but he couldn't see her face. Then she turned around as if she heard something and he peeked his head around the bush. When he looked he immediately recognized who it was: Malia Tate.

"Stiles?!" She spotted him. Swiftly he ducked down hoping she didn't see him. But unfortunately she did.

She pulled him by the back of his shirt and pulled him up making him face her. "What are you doing here?"

He sighed but confessed the truth. "I was visiting my mom, you know. I was just trying to clear my head. Then I heard you and then here we are. What are you doing here?"

"You shouldn't be alone in a cemetery." She said trying to change the subject.

"You shouldn't be here either, so I guess we're even." Stiles smirked taking a step closer.

Malia turned around to leave but swiftly he caught her arm. She turned around sending him a look that clearly said: back off. "Do you need a ride? Back to wherever you're going?" He offered. She nodded and he led her towards his jeep.

"We're here!" He announced as he parked the jeep in front of the loft. They both sat there in silence neither of them daring to speak.

"Why does this have to be awkward?" Malia asked sounding a little frustrated.

"Well I think it has to do with what happened at Eichen House" Stiles said as he avoided her gaze.

"You remember that?"

He smiled. "That was me."

"Ok, well do things have to be awkward between us? Or we can forget what happened and start over just as friends" She questioned him.

"I don't want things to be awkward, I don't want to forget either. But why start over?" He said and looked deep in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Because I see the way you look at her. I know we never had anything special, but I feel like we did and I don't want to ruin anything between us or between you and Lydia." Malia said.

"Malia, Lydia and I are friends ok. And I want to be friends with you. But maybe we can be more than friends" He softly replied inching closer towards her.

They both sat there looking deep in each other's eyes. In a split second they came at each other at the same time. His lips met hers and the moment his lips touched hers he felt his guilt wash away and she felt like she had no secrets to hide, like she can shout it out to the world and everyone could accept her for who she was. Both of them pulled apart and Malia was quick to get out of the jeep before muttering an apology.

He followed her and rested his hand or her arm stopping her abruptly. "Wait! Malia! Was I really that bad?"

She smiled at his comment but replied. "Stiles, I know how Lydia feels about you. I don't want to be the one to start something."

He pleaded. "Lydia had eight years, I was there waiting and she never made a move. Please?!"

"I'm sorry, we agreed on just friends." She replied.

For the second time he stopped her making her look at him. "I don't think I can just be friends with you. I need you, please."

She surrendered and gave him a peck on the lips and nodded. "But ask Lydia if she is ok with it."

"Stiles! Where have you been" The Sheriff erupted as he watched Stiles enter through the front door.

"Dad I'm fine, don't worry." He embraced his dad in a massive hug.

"Ok, but Lydia called she said you were going to study. She'll be here in ten minutes." Sheriff Stilinski warned.

"Ok so, I guess we're done." Lydia exclaimed. Checking the time it was five thirty-six, meaning two hours had passed since she got there and two hours had passed since he had kissed Malia. He still couldn't get the thought out of his head, are they friends? Or are they more than friends?

"We have another hour left, so what do you want to do?" Lydia sat up placing her books on top of his desk.

"I don't know but I need to ask you something." Stiles tried to give her a serious smile but it came out as a sarcastic one.

She answered an ok and took a seat next to him. He breathed in a couple times and thought about what to say.

"I want to date Malia and um I was wondering if you would be ok with that." He watched as he spoke for her reaction but she only sat there stone faces.

After I finished I watched as she forced a smile and she replied. "Stiles, you don't have to ask me for permission on who you should date."

"I just wanted to tell you."

"It's sweet really, but you don't have to do this every time you're about to ask someone out. Yes, I give you permission." She smiled. "Now go ask her out." She shooed Stiles out of the room giggling.

Stiles shot out of the room quickly getting into his jeep and driving straight to Derek's loft. His mind was racing, what was he going to say? What was he going to do? But all he knew right now was that he had permission from Lydia that he and Malia could be together.

He came into Derek's loft and scanned the room. "Where's Malia?"

"She's upstairs," Derek laid down his book and turned around completely facing him. "I don't want you to hurt her Stiles."

He took closer steps towards him and his eyes flashed a cold electric blue. "Consider that a warning. Be glad Stiles, at least I'm not Peter."

Stiles climbed up the stairway and met Malia in her room. The walls were painted caramel brown, old pictures hung from the wall and a queen bed sat in the middle of the room. There was no sign of her in the room.

The open window provided a cool but refreshing breeze that swept across his face, he turned toward the window and saw Malia sitting there, watching the sun fall.

Silently he climbed out and gently whispered in her ear. "She said yes." The second she turned around his lips collided with hers.

Pulling apart she smiled taking his hand. "I'm glad she gave you permission. I'm sorry I made you do that."

"You don't have to be sorry you were just looking out for us."

"Us?" She looked up at him.

"Yeah," He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "We're together now." Stiles laughed and stole a kiss from her lips.

"Stiles!" Stiles turned his head and was greeted by a massive hug by his best friend. He smiled at Kira.

"I heard you got together with Malia." Scott said a little too loud causing other people to turn their heads.

"How do you know?" He asked stopping by his locker stacking his books inside of them.

"Of course she told them." Lydia stopped to join them as they walked to their next class, History, with Kira's dad. At least two members of the pack had the same class thanks to Mr. Yukimura who tampered with the schools computers. But in his class he made them all be together.

They all took their seats just as the bell rang. Stiles searched the room for Malia but she didn't show. Throughout the entire period his mind was always on her. He didn't know if she was in danger, or if Peter had taken her. He just didn't know.

"Dude, you need to calm down. I'm sure Malia's just fine." Kira whispered in front of him.

"I hope you're right." He mumbled as he exited the building. As Stiles opened his locker he found a note.

'I'm sorry I wasn't at school today' The note said 'I had to do something. Meet me at the site of the accident.'

Immediately he ran off, hopped in his jeep and sped off towards the woods.

Hey guys so this is a Stiles Lydia and Malia love triangle. Don't worry there will be some Stydia and Stalia moments to come. Please review or follow or favorite my story. I will be updating every week or week and a half. Again please leave a review and thanks for reading my story. – Slayer1002