Stiles woke up as the first one. He looked down at Malia who was peacfully sleeping. He got up and went to the shower. After a quick but refreshing shower, he stood in front of the mirror for a while.

So, I was able to do at least something yesterday. That's progress, right? I could learn how to change the color of my eyes if nothing. That shouldn't be so hard. I need to realize when I have them. I don't wanna freak people out.

Stiles looked at his eyes, watching them carefully. He tried to tap the darkness inside him. Just for a bit. Just to fill the eyes. He felt more confident after what happened the day before. Stiles felt how something inside him started to make it's was up. From his guts to his head. He saw how the corners of his eyes started to blacken. After few seconds his brown eyes were replaced with a pitch black color. He was studying them. It was like he was staring into a dark pit. But then again he realized that with them, he saw kind of better. Everything was more colorful and he noticed the smallest details. He looked around the room with his demon eyes and smiled. He saw so many things he havent seen before. He turned back to the mirror.

And now I want my old ones. It was faster than before. Stiles didn't even expect that. The darkness faded away, starting from his pupils. He was looking into his brown eyes he knew.

He found a t-shirt for Malia and some shorts of his. She was still lying naked in his bed, probably dreaming. He put the clothes next to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

He went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. He noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen table.

"Stiles, I had to go early to work today. I made some pancakes. I noticed that you have sb here ;). Take care."

Stiles opened the fridge where he found about ten pancakes. He realized that somebody is in the shower. So he quickly made coffee and prepared the pancakes.

"Good morning," Malia greeted and yawned.

"Hi, honey." Stiles smiled at her. She was wearing the clothes he gave her.

"You are looking incredible today," he mocked.

"Oh, shut up," Malia said, noticing the breakfast he prepared, "oh, my. You made pancakes?"

"Well, my dad did. But I made the coffee."

"Thank you very much."

They ate in silence. When they finished, Malia said: "So, how are you feeling after yesterday?"

"After yesterday? Couldn't be better." Stiles winked.

"You know that I don't mean that."

"I don't know to be honest. I feel the same I guess. Maybe I'v got this hope now that I might be capable of actually handleing this crap."

"Hm, did you talk with Scott?"

"Not so much, no. There were too many things."

"You still suspicious about Theo? He found Liam and Hayden..."

"Hah... And you know what? This makes me even more suspicious."

"Don't be jelous or anything but I hugged him yesterday."

"You hugged that guy?"

"Just don't send me flying somewhere."

"I'm... I'm not gonna. Malia, you don't even know how many things are on my mind. I don't know what to deal first. Just promise me, even if we broke up-"

"Don't say that."

"No, listen. Even if we broke up. Because, ah just look at that mess what is happening around us. To us. Just remember that I'm so greatful for you and you'll have always a special place in my life. Okay?"

"Even if you go rule hell?" Malia joked.

"That's not funny."

"Sorry but you would make a excellent king of hell."

"Ha ha, sure."

"Hey, arm wrestle me."

"What? Why?"

"Well, if you overpower me, we'll repeat what we did last night."

"That's not fair. I won't overpower you."

"Let's try."

They sat down and Malia took his hand and squeezed it hard.

"Ouch," Stiles whimpered.

"Look, with me. It helped me when I focused on what I wanna use my strength on. So, yeah. That's my advice."

"Great."

Malia was pretty strong and Stiles lost in no time. But Malia wanted to try again. When Stiles failed the third time, Malia looked annoyed.

"Why do you always give up so fast? Just... Do it."

"Are you really Shia Labelufoing me?"

"Yes, and now try hard or you'll make me angry."

Stiles was again almost at his defeat.

"Tr r," she growled and looked at him with her blue glowing eyes."

That was somehow as a trigger for Stiles. His desperate and sweaty face was exchanged by a stone cold look, he felt how his arm is getting stronger and started pushing against Malia's arm. It felt like he was arm wrestling against a child now. He didn't know how much strength he is using and hit hard the table with Malia's hand. The wood cracked. He still holded Malia by her hand but much gentlier now, realizing that he must have hurt her.

"Wow," Malia breathed.

"I'm sorry..."

Malia looked at him with a comforting look.

"Don't be sorry, Stiles. That's what we wanted, isn't it? Now you can get your reward."

"But your hand..." He started stroking her palm with his thumb.

"It wasn't something I cannot survive. But your table didn't survive it." she laughed at that.

"Come, my little demon. Let's go upstairs."