Author's note: Hello you! Are you ready for another chapter?

You see, I don't know how my life will be next week, because I'll probably travel, so I'm not gonna promise a new chapter, but I guess I see you guys on the reviews and in two weeks, okay? Enjoy this one! (and don't kill me, please!)

12. Unplanned

Malia had everything ready. Almost. In her mind. She knew exactly how she'd tell him and was very ready for his reaction. So when she got home, after stopping to buy a couple of things, she started to prepare the room. She wanted to do a mosaic with their photos and since she didn't know if the baby was a boy or a girl, she'd use pink and blue paper to color the mosaic.

She had just started to cut the forms when someone knocked insistently on the front door. Derek scent was strong with anxiety and fear, so she rushed to see what he wanted.

As soon as she opened the door, he got in, walking straight to Stiles room.

"Do you have a suitcase?" he asked. Malia followed him.

"Yes. Is the red one. Why do you need my suitcase?"

"It's not for me." He opened the closet and grabbed the suitcase from the top shelf, putting it on the bed. She frowned.

"What's it for, then?" Malia asked slowly, fearing anything he would say next. His vibe wasn't making her feel very well about that conversation. Derek took a deep breath and turned to face her.

"You are coming with me."

"Where?"

"Far."

"Why?"

"I can explain on the way, but you need to pack, because we need to leave before he realizes it." The wolf started to throw her clothes into the suitcase, barely stopping to check it they were hers or Stiles's. She guessed his flair was good, because he wasn't missing one.

"Who's he?"

"Peter."

It was the answer that dreaded her. She had been avoiding the former alpha ever since he found out about her pregnancy and she was hoping never hear about him again, but life wouldn't be so nice, would it?

Malia stepped back, a hand on her belly and Derek stopped what he was doing to look at her again.

"But I was going to tell him today." She whispered. Derek put a hand on her shoulder.

"Malia… I never thought it was a good idea to keep Stiles from knowing about this baby, but right now I'm glad you did. We don't know for sure yet what exactly Peter is planning to do, but we know it's not nice and the less Stiles know, the better. You'll be, actually, protecting him. Peter will have no reasons to go after him." She looked down, unsure if she should follow him or her gut. "Mal? I need you to pack your things now, because Marin is waiting with an helicopter and we need to go."

"When are we coming back?"

"As soon as we find a way to get Peter out of our back."

"Is it before or after the baby is born?"

Derek looked into her eyes for a long time – more than it would be wise, considering that they were in a hurry – and swallowed hard.

"I can't answer that, I don't know. But I hope we can come back soon." A tear dropped from Malia's eyes and he felt the need to embrace her. "I'll do everything I can to bring you back, Mal, I promise. You, this baby and Stiles, you'll live, okay? Peter won't be wicked enough to take that away from you, I won't let him."

She nodded, trying to control herself and they broke the hug. She started to pick her things and put on the suitcase.

"Why are you doing this, Derek?" Malia decided to ask not much later. They were quick, the suitcase was almost full. Derek didn't look at her to answer.

"Laura. She was strong and powerful, but I was never able to protect her, not even a bit. And Peter took her away from me. And then Cora. He never told me she was alive, I just got the chance to be with her again when she already was all grown up and independent and now she's away again. But now I have more family and I have the chance to do it right. I'll do it right, even if I lose a hand in the process."

"Like Buster in Arrested Development?" she asked and he raised an eyebrow with the reference. Stiles was doing a great job with her.

"No. More like Luke Skywalker in The Empire Strikes Back. I hope."

Malia laughed and her laugh eased his heart. It wasn't an easy decision, to take her out of the country, far from her family and friends right when she was finally starting to settle in, but it was necessary. From all the things he saw Peter do and plan, Malia's baby had the worst destiny he could ever imagine, if it ended up in its grandfather's hand.

They left a few hours before Stiles and the Sheriff would be home. They ignored the neighbors and rushed away, leaving Beacon Hills behind and by the time Malia's phone rang, they already were on the helicopter flying high and far. She couldn't answer, Marin wouldn't let her. But they couldn't stop her from crying.

A/N: Well, isn't that just mean? I'm waiting for your review, pretty please? xx