The next few days

Scott signed and rubbed his eyes. The words are dancing in front of him, his mind is clouded and he was tired. He looked to his left and saw Malia sleeping awkwardly in a wooden chair, Stiles with his head on the table and snoring very loudly. Thankfully Lydia was not here due to her condition.

They were trying to come up with a plan if Monroe ever find out about Kylie. They've looked at every scenario and worked out a plan and so far they've come up with twenty plans.

Scott yawned softly into his palm and approached Malia. He crouched down in front of her chair and gently shook her awake.

Malia woke up with a start. She jumped up and stood in a defense position; arms raised and legs wide. She looked down at Scott and exhaled loudly.

"Sorry, I slept," she said as she sat down again. Scott smiled softly at her and put his hand on her knee.

"It's fine, I think we've enough for tonight," Scott stated and stood up. He went to Stiles and shook him.

"Stiles," he whispered.

Stiles responded with gibberish words; he turned his head and went to sleep again.

"Stiles!"

Stiles quickly shot up from his chair and went for his gun; though it wasn't there. Scott held up his hands.

"Hey, buddy you're safe," he assured him.

Stiles signed deeply and sank back to his chair.

"Where are we?" Stiles inquired.

"We're almost done. We will finish the rest tomorrow. Get some sleep," Scott replied.

Stiles nodded his head and stood up. Scott and Malia walked with him to the front door. Stiles hugged Scott and then Malia.

"It's going to be ok," Stiles reassured Malia. Malia gave a small smile.

Scott locked up the door and followed Malia up the stairs. They walked towards Kylie's room. Malia opened the door quietly and looked inside.

There was a soft glow from a Moana nightlight casting Kylie with blue light, she was sleeping on her back with her stuff wolf beside her and her comforter up to her chest.

Malia looked at her; watching her chest rising and falling softly. Scott took her hand and gave a squeeze. She looked to him and smiled.

"She's look peaceful," Scott commented.

"She sure does," Malia admitted gently.

Malia quietly closed the door and followed Scott to his room.

After a few minutes of getting ready to sleep; they're both in bed. Malia sleep on her side and Scott sleep with his front to her back, he put his arms around her and draw up his knees to mould her own.

Scott could smell the anxiety form Malia, he moved until his lips was near her ear and spoke.

"We will protect her," Scott whispered.

Scott felt Malia tense up, he squeezed her hand and rubbed his thump over her knuckles.

"I promise you this, we will keep her safe from Monroe," Scott said.

Malia sighed and draw their joined hands to her face; she kissed Scott's hand.

"I know we can," Malia replied softly.

The next morning

"Mummy!"

Malia jumped up from the bed and frantically looked around the room, Scott was already up his side of the bed was warm.

"Mummy!"

Malia quickly went to defense mood, jumping out bed and grabbing her batons from the side table and ran towards Kylie's room.

Her room was empty; Malia was suddenly panicking.

"Mummy!"

Malia rushed towards the stairs and ran down and coming to a complete stop. Her heart pumping faster than normal.

She cleared her throat and looked at the bodies in the living room.

"Mummy, come and save me!" Kylie giggled as Scott ticked her sides. They were on the floor; Kylie on her back and Scott sat next to her.

Kylie giggled even louder and scrambled out of her father's hands and ran towards Malia.

Malia quietly put away the batons on the table by the front door and bent down to received Kylie; she caught a quick look from Scott.

"What are you doing this early in the morning?" Malia asked as she held Kylie on her hip. Scott stood and walked towards them.

"Daddy start it," Kylie reported.

Malia raised an eyebrow at Scott. Scott chuckled and scratched his head.

"We got bore preparing breakfast so we thought why not play?" Scott said.

Malia narrowed her eyes. "Uh huh."

Kylie giggled at them and Scott shook his head at her playfully.

They walked into the kitchen and Malia looked at the foods on the table.

"Really, waffles?" Malia asked.

"Yes!" Kylie exclaimed loudly. The adults chuckled at her.

Scott got the plates and cups for the coffee. Malia put Kylie in her chair and helped Scott with breakfast.

Scott wrapped his arm around Malia and kissed soundly on the lips.

"Eww, that's gross," Kylie complained.

Scott smiled at her with Malia laughing quietly.

"Sorry, we scared you this morning," Scott whispered.

Malia nodded her head and kissed him again.

"Please stop," Kylie whined as she covered her eyes and peered out. Scott and Malia laughed and continued preparing breakfast.

They all sat down and began eating. Scott looked Malia talking with Kylie and suddenly something shifted in him. This could be them five years ago, sitting and having their breakfast. But it never happened and Scott thought now is the best time to recover the lost time.

"No mummy," Kylie whined and slummed in her seat.

Scott frowned and glanced at Malia. Malia narrowed her eyes at her daughter.

"Kylie," Malia stressed.

Kylie sighed and dropped her head on the table and mumbled.

"What's happening?" Scott asked.

"Since I pull her out of school, she will be going back today to for classes," Malia replied.

"Oh," Scott expressed and looked at his daughter's head.

"Kylie, come on it can't be that bad," Scott assured.

Kylie lift her head and looked sideway at her dad. "I like school but now I don't like it."

"Why?" Scott questioned.

"Because you, uncle Stiles, uncle Liam, grandpa Hale and Talia are going to be here," Kylie expressed with a sorrowful eyes.

Scott looked at Malia and raised his eyebrows; silently asking what to do next. Malia smirked at him.

"Sweetie, we will be here when you return from school," Scott said.

Kylie seem to weight the statement. "Really?"

Scott beckoned her to him; she got out of her chair and Scott gathered her in his arms. She sat facing her mum and Scott lean down and whispered to her ear.

"When you come back this afternoon, we can eat pizza," Scott said as he avoided Malia's scold.

Kylie turned to him with a big smile. "Really?"

Scott nodded and grabbed her little hands and stretched them out.

"We'll eat a pizza this big!"

Kylie giggled. Scott wrapped his arms around her. "Do you think it's too small?"

"No daddy," giggled Kylie.

"So do we want to go to school?"

Kylie nodded her head eagerly.

"Great go upstairs and wash up," Malia input.

Before Kylie could get out of her father's arms; she turned to him and kissed his cheek.

"Love you daddy," Kylie declared and run out of the kitchen.

"Really? A bribe?" Malia chuckled.

Scott raised his hands. "Hey, it worked."

A few minutes, Malia got Kylie ready. She was in her uniform; Jo brought it over along with her backpack. They walked back downstairs, Scott was also ready. As soon as they go out the door, Jo arrived in a car.

Malia crouched in front of Kylie and ran her hand on her cheek.

"Jo is going with you," Malia explained.

Kylie nodded her head and put her arms around her mom. "Bye mummy."

Malia smiled and returned her hug. Kylie let go and approached her dad. Scott picked her and hug her.

"Bye daddy."

Scott kissed her head and set her down. "Love you, sweetie."

Kylie ran towards Jo; she opened the back door and strapped Kylie into her car seat. She turned and nodded to the couple on the front porch.

When the car was out of sight, Scott turned to Malia.

"The pack is meeting at the clinic."

Malia nodded her head and followed Scott to his SUV.

At the clinic

Liam, Derek, Corey, Mason, Lydia and Peter were already there when they'd arrived at the clinic.

"Where's Kylie?" Liam asked, not seeing her.

"School, Jo is watching over her," Scott provided.

"So, what's the plan?" Mason asked.

"Isaac and Layla are putting together a team to strike Monroe's last warehouse. Hopefully it will draw her out," Malia replied.

"Will it work?" Lydia asked, skeptical.

"Let's hope for the best," Malia answered.

They went over their plans again. Adjusting and finalizing the plans to keep Kylie safe from Monroe. It was quarter past eleven when they were done. Everyone went their way for lunch or other businesses. Scott and Malia went home for a light lunch before going to the sanctuary.

After lunch they left. Malia looked out the window and gave a small smile. She was brought out of her thoughts when Scott grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"Let me in your little secret?" Scott asked.

"Not on your life," chuckled Malia.

"Come on," Scott pressed on.

Malia took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"I was thinking how lucky I am to come back here with Kylie," Malia whispered.

Scott looked at her with heartfelt eyes; he pressed his lips on her hand and kissed it.

"Am glad you're back here again with our daughter," Scott said gratefully.

"And even if there is no Kylie, I will still go out with you when you return back here," Scott added.

"Oh really?"

"Yep, you are important in my life. I don't want to lose you again," Scott said.

"And you will not, we are here to stay," Malia assured him. She leaned over kissed him on his cheek.

"See you're making me do cheesy things I never I'd would do," Malia chuckled.

Scott chuckled softly at her.

Arriving at the sanctuary, they got out and walk to the front of the house. The others were already inside the house. As it got later in the evening, Malia started to grow wearily; she can seem to shake off the feeling that something terrible is going to happen.

Malia jumped when her phone rang in her pocket, she gave a nervous laugh when she saw that it was Jo calling.

"Hello?" Malia answered.

There was silence on the other line and suddenly Malia felt cold. She sense Scott moving towards her, she turn and saw Scott with a concern look in his eyes.

"Hello, Malia."

Malia instantly wrapped her fingers tightly around her phone. Scott smelt fear and worry from Malia, he gently took the phone away from Malia's hand and glanced at the screen. He was confused as to why Malia was afraid of a call from Jo.

He hit the speaker button and heard a menacing laugh from the phone. He quickly snapped his eyes to a frozen Malia. The others in the room also froze as they listen to the familiar voice.

"I just want to warmly welcome you back to Beacon Hills," Monroe said.

"What do you want?" Scott demanded.

"Oh I didn't realize you are there Scott. It's been a long time," Monroe chuckled.

There was a muffled noise at the background and Scott drew in a quick breath. Stiles, Liam and Derek stood next to Scott listening.

"It's a naughty thing going after my warehouses," Monroe said.

"How did you get this phone?" Scott asked hoarsely.

Monroe chuckled and Malia closed her eyes; fearing the worse.

"Oh I found it next to this lady, poor thing," Monroe replied.

"I have to say Scott; your daughter is really pretty," she continued.

There was a loud crash as Peter threw a chair against the wall and it smashed to pieces.

"What have you done to her?" Peter roared at the phone.

Monroe laugh. "Would that be the famous Peter Hale? My, what a family reunion and I missed it."

"Where is my daughter?" Scott whispered low with a trace of fear.

"Is that fear I hear from the Alpha Scott? Tsk, tsk," Monroe taunted.

"If you lay one finger on her… I'll- " Scott started.

"You'll what? Course you see here, I have the upper hand here. If you go against what I ask, your daughter will receive your punishment and I hate to ruin her pretty face," Monroe said.

Scott swallowed heavily and stared ahead.

"Daddy?"

Malia blinked and quickly grabbed Scott's hand where the phone rested on.

"Baby?"

"Mummy! They hurt Mèrè Jo-" Kylie was cut off. Everyone held their breath as they hear a muffled scream.

"Kylie!" Malia shouted.

"Kylie? What a beautiful name," Monroe teased menacingly.

Scott closed his eyes tightly and gripped the phone tight in his fingers.

"What do you want, Monroe?"

"What I wanted when I started this war, you dead," Monroe angrily retorted.

"You have twenty four hours to surrender yourself and your daughter will be free," Monroe bargained and the line went dead.

Be still my beating heart…..So what do you think? As always give your thoughts on this chapter. The next chapter will be out next week. And that is a promise; with this chapter out I've a few ideas on how to follow onto the next chapter. On that note, this story will end at chapter 25; so there are three more chapters to go. Have a beautiful morning, lunch and evening in your homes and stay safe during this worldwide disease.