12 – Tell me you're okay

Malia:

The country road in the setting sun was unnervingly peaceful. It felt strange in all honesty. I mean, as much as the - not being on someone's murder list - was nice, it just brought a whole new level of paranoia.

I took a deep breath and glided along the bumpy terrain, my high beams glaring down the long thin road. The sun slowly sinking away from the sky as the dark navy blue wash of colours stretched across the cloudy sky.

I kept trying to reply my earlier feeling, the one where I just felt something was going to happen...being unable to recall it...I feel as though I made a poor decision. Maybe I was just lonely, having only Liam in beacon hills and spending weeks by myself. It would only be natural given a coyotes nature, right.

I gently shake my head, hoping the doubts would fly from my head, but they lingered, dragging my mood down more...if that was possible.

Travelling along a fairly straight route I see lights in the far distance, naturally I dimmed my lights as they approached, and slowed the car, trying to pull in as close to the edge as possible.

The light however, didn't seem to slow, instead they almost moved quicker. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, telling me this wasn't a good sign.

So I pulled the keys out the ignition and climbed into the back seats where I'd laid a blanket. Clambering as quickly as I could into the foot space, I pull the blanket over to cover me, hiding me from view.

I wait for what is possibly the longest minute of my life, before I hear a calm heart beat approach the car. I close my eyes to listen closely to the heart beat.

Another came into range...I really don't want to deal with two guys today...just leave.

"Ditched the car?" A rather guttural voice echoed in my ears, muffled by the glass and metal of the vehicle.

"Seems that way, but they ditched it as we approached..." Another voice, this one with a slight German accent replied.

"Weird..."

"Indeed, whoever this vehicle belonged to...can not be good news."

"What do we do?"

"What do you think Nimrod, they ditched the car. They fled into the woods I bet, there would be no point chasing them."

"We can easily track them!"

"With your tracking abilities...dear God, we'd be walking around in circles for hours if we did. Get back in the car, I don't intend to keep the boss waiting."

"Hey I can-" The gruff man begins, but I lose track of his voice as I hear car doors slam and the rev of a large vehicle, before it fades away into the distance.

I cautiously move the blanket from my face and struggle to climb out of the foot well. I sit on the back seat, looking around to see...well mainly the dark, but certainly no cars around. I couldn't even see the red tail lights of a car driving the other way.

I let out a sigh of relief as I pat down my now unstable hair, and straighten my clothes. I open the door, move around and get in the driver's seat, because I'll be damned if I'm climbing back into the driver seat.

I take a few quick glances at my mirrors before starting the car, and continuing my journey along the dark road.

After a few minutes of rather slow driving, I think back to the passing car. Trying to make sense of the whole situation, but it just stresses me out, the more I think about it.

Who the hell were they? Why were they out here, looking in on cars?

It all smelled like too much trouble, and something I'd rather not deal with...and certainly something I hope we don't have to deal with.

I realise I'm lost in my thoughts at just the right moment as I see a smoked turned over vehicle on the side of the road. I slam on my brakes, coming to a halt in front of the accident.

At first I had conflicting feelings, being annoyed at the inconvenience and wondering if I should call and ambulance or something...it's fair to say I was leaning more to the annoyed side of things.

That was, until I saw the plates on the vehicle...the plates matching a familiar car.

Chris' car...and Deaton had said he was with Stiles.

Oh God...

I feel my heart stop in my chest as I notice two inhabitants in the car. My breath escapes me, and I fidget, my body confused as to what to do. Quickly I come to my senses and swing open the door, fleeing from my own car over to where the wreckage lay. I crouched down, looking though the window and my fears came to life. There sat Stiles in the passenger seat, fastened in by his seatbelt, completely unconscious and blood dripping onto the roof beneath him.

"Stiles!" I shout, my voice shaking, as I clear away the broken glass in the window next to him, creating a bigger whole for a human to move through. "Stiles! Wake up!" I shout, my voice more sturdy that before, but the human stayed perfectly still. "Dammit Stiles!"

"Hmm..." A groan radiated from Chris, as he slowly creaked his eyes open, blinking to adjust to the light. "Wha-"

"Chris, are you alright?" I ask, as the man seems to gain an adrenaline boost as he begins to squirm about.

"Just got to-" He begins before clicking his restraining seat belt out of it's place, causing him to fall onto the car roof with a sharp thud. "Augh." He pants, climbing through his own window. I stand up and half run around the front of the car to see him shakily stand. "I'm fine."

"Good, but I need help getting Stiles out." I reply, and with a nod from Chris he speeds past me and begins pulling at the seatbelt.

"Stiles?" He asks, still pulling. He turned to me, shaking his head. "It's stuck."

"Step aside." I say, Chris abiding by my instruction stepped back. I knelt down and pulled the seat belt, ripping it from it's grasp. Stiles fell just like Chris, landing with a harsh thud.

"Ow!" Shouted the boy, as he creaked his eyes open, turning his head towards me. "Malia?"

"Thank God...Are you alright?" I ask, as Stiles crawls through the human sized hole I'd made in the window.

"Few scrapes and bruises, nothing that will quite kill me. I think..." He chirped, and I sighed with relief. A small smile creaking over my face, as I pull him in for a quick hug, before releasing the boy; quickly getting to my feet, as did he.

"What are you doing here though?" Chris asked, rubbing his arm, evidently sore or injured from the crash.

"Well...I had a feeling something bad was going to happen, so I simply followed my instinct." I replied, looking at Stiles, who looked to Chris in confusion.

"Well, I guess we don't need to go to Beacon Hills now." Chris remarked, almost with a small laugh to Stiles.

"You were going to Beacon Hills?"

"We were...um...we were actually going to come and fetch you to maybe help us out. But you're here now, so..." Stiles explained.

"You were coming to fetch me?"

"Yeah..."

"What ever for, I thought the idea was to split up and find the clues."

"Stiles is bored of this place, so he wanted to speed up Isaac's search. Since Scott's preoccupied, you were the next option."

"It's not like you to give up on something..." I say, looking to Stiles who simply bowed his head.

"We just have found anything here for weeks, there's nothing here." He replies, hints of guilt hiding in his voice. A short pause of silence as the boys groaned from their accident, that sparks an obvious question.

"What happened...to the car?" I ask, my eyes darting between the two of them.

"Um...well..." Stiles began, stumbling across his words, his heart speeding up and I sensed a lie was forming in his head.

"We were ran off the road, by some car. And they were adamant about hitting us."

"They could've been drunk..." Stiles muttered, neither me nor Chris paid his remark any attention.

"Well as I was driving down here, I came across a car."

"They didn't run you off the road though?" Chris questioned, looking at my unscathed body.

"No, I saw the lights speeding towards me, so I hid in the back of the car and they thought I'd ditched it."

"Did they say anything else?"

"Only that they didn't want to keep the 'boss' waiting. That was it."

"But..." Stiles intervened. "So there could be a clue here...?"

"Why the change of heart? Barely a few hours ago, you were desperate to get out of here, and now a strange car turns up and you wants to stay?" Chris mocked, folding his arms, which was of course unachievable without a moan of pain.

"Why else run us off the road. We made friends with the werewolves, and I doubt the enemy wolves of them would try so desperately to run us off the road. They could be involved with Lydia in some way."

"Well, they drove off, and I didn't see where they went. I don't know what you intend to search for..." I say to him, but it didn't seem like he'd be backing down.

"Well maybe they left a clue, we just need to search for...Maybe we should call Scott down here, to help us search?" He pleads, and I look to Chris before looking back at the human boy.

"We don't know what Scott could be in the middle of. For all we know this could be a decoy, or that's not even involved at all."

"Really, when is it never somehow involved?"

"Fine, we'll look for the clue." I reply. "Let's meet up with Isaac, and help him search." I hiss, exaggerating happiness, that Stiles rolled his eyes at.

"Wait, Isaac..." Chris says, both me and Stiles look at him.

"What?" I ask, his heart pounding in his chest.

"If we were ran off the road...they could've attacked Isaac..."

"He's with another werewolf, he should be fine."

"With another werewolf?" Myself and Chris growled unanimously.

"I will explain in the car, let's go. I know roughly where he'll be, Malia." Stiles stutters, wandering over to my car, standing by the passenger side while Chris moved to the back door, they both paused and looked at the wreckage.

"I loved that car..." Chris sighed, and I saw Stiles slowly nod.

"Yes...I'm just glad that we weren't taking my jeep now, and it was only your car." He smirked, before getting into the car.

"I'm beginning to think the werewolves are more bearable the human." Chris remarked, getting in as well, I followed, turning the ignition on.

"So where to?" I ask, looking at Stiles who simply turned to me and smiled.

"StoneHaven."

Author Note : Sorry for the absence, I got waylaid with stuff and was unable to write, but here we go, the next chapter.

Also, thank you for the review, I'm hoping to incorporate ideas from it into later chapters for explanation into motives, but yes, thank you.

Hope you are all enjoying it if you've managed to get this far!