Author's note:

I guess this fic didn't live up to its expectations, because I got so little reviews with chapter one :(

But it's okay, I guess. There are some awesome people reading and reviewing, and I thank them for that.

(Guest One, though, who reviewed "stydia stydia stydia": ...really?)

Have you guys watched the last episode? I KNEW I had to wait the season end! I promise I will try to manipulate this fiction according to what the last episodes give us, but we'll only have something solid in a week and a half. While season 3B still is among us, I'll do what I can.

I hope you guys like this chapter. I was reading some poetry in english - because I need to get used to it for my degree in letters is english - and because, really, what's the point of reading poetry if not in it's original language? - when I found what I think is the best example of Malia and Stiles' connection. It's a fragment of Eloisa to Abelard, by Alexander Pope (and no, it's not the "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" part, don't worry) and I hope you guys can see it too. (it has so many key words, it's amazing, srly)

I'll leave you to the chapter. You must remember, though, that I'm not very good and I probably need a beta reader, but I don't have one.

I appreciate the good words you guys give me and I hope you like this chapter just as much.

You can also inbox me to point out what I should change in matter of bad spelling or just wrong ideas of sentence construction - some things are so different from english to portuguese when you're writing; sometimes something that makes perfect sense in portuguese just doesn't come right in english.

Anyway. Here we go.

Chapter two: Broken into two

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
Robert Frost

"Part of him was still inside me. He wanted me gone. If he wouldn't live, neither would I." Stiles told Malia soberly. "I pushed him down and that's when Lydia found me, right after the full moon set. But at the hospital, he found his way back and stopped my heart."

-X-

He brought her to his house so she could know a part of him and he could know a part of her. He didn't have much time, the nogitsune said until midnight and midnight only.

His house was empty, because his father was trying to find him, just like everyone in town, just like he'd been doing since November, when the nogitsune took over his son.

It was around five o'clock, and Malia was going through his books.

"You have a lot of poetry here." She said and her voice was like a smile. He raised his head, looking away from the book he had in hands – Michael Ende's Neverending Story.

"Yeah, I do. I like it. Actually…" he reached for one of the books in her hands, one by Alexander Pope. "there's a poem in here that kind of reminds me of you."

She smiled – that full smile of hers, with bright eyes and white teeth.

"You are not going to roses-are-red me, are you?"

He looked at her a little bit offended, but her smile put down his guard. Instead, he just recited part of the poem, without even looking to the open page.

"Oh happy state! When souls each other draw,/When love is liberty, and nature, law:/All then is full, possessing and possess'd,/No craving void left aching in the breast:/Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,/And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart."

When he finished, Malia didn't know what she was feeling. All she knew was that she couldn't breathe and that Stiles was amazing and that was why she couldn't breathe. Because he thought about her as poetry and it was beautiful.

"I don't know, it reminds me of us, how we… got together." He started to explain himself and she got closer. "It was so intense and fluid and I remember thinking about those lines when you started taking off your cloth-" she interrupted him resting one finger on his lips.

"I loved." She whispered looking in his eyes. "I loved everything you said and I agree."

Slowly, she lowered her hand. They looked at each other for a second and then collapsed in each other's arms, a battle of hands, lips and tongues. Malia was delicate and warm and Stiles wanted to touch her, he wanted to feel every single part of her skin and at that very moment he knew he would destroy the nogitsune, because he really wanted this girl and it could not happen if he wasn't him.

However, Stiles wasn't stupid to think he was in love with Malia and had completely forgotten Lydia. It was not true, and Lydia still finds her way back to his mind more frequently than is healthy. But a reality that hit him was that there, being with Malia, didn't feel as betrayal. As if the girl was gaining her own space inside him.

They parted, but didn't step back, staying just as close as they were while kissing, catching their breaths.

"We don't need to hurry, you know?" Stiles said to Malia, and she looked confused.

"I thought you said midnight."

"Not about it. About this." He pointed her and himself. "Because we'll have enough time."

"Will we?"

"Yeah."

"How come?" she asked, a little smile on her lips.

"I'm gonna destroy him – the nogitsune. I'm going to win this fight and I'm gonna stay alive and we'll have all the time in the world..." He kissed the corner of her mouth and his next words were whispered. "So we can know each other, really know each other, instead of jumping right into sex, and we can decide if we like one another and with time I can love you, I guess."

He said everything placing kisses on her neck and her chin and Malia was breathing more heavily than when they were glued by their tongues.

"Sounds good." She whispered, her hands in his back and under his shirt, touching his skin. He looked in her eyes.

" I think so too."

"We should totally wait, since you'll not die." Malia said with a nod.

"Yeah." He agreed.

The following second, they were kissing again, with more eagerness than before, taking off clothes and stumbling to the bed. She unzipped his pants and he laid her down the sheets, kissing her from mouth to the line of her panty, slowly and dedicatedly, before removing the piece.

"Stiles…" Malia trembled, when he started provoking her, kissing the inside of her thighs.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked, suddenly worried and she frowned.

"I don't know, just… don't stop." The last two words sounded like an order and Stiles smiled, going back to business. Shivering and felling as warm as she never had before, Malia moaned. "Holy crap."

-X-

He kissed her shoulder, traced her spine with his fingers. Malia was laying on her stomach, flipping through the pages of his Neverending Story, trying not to look interested. It was almost 7 p.m. and his dad wasn't home yet.

"You can borrow it, if you want." Stiles said, placing more kisses toward her neck. "As long as you, you know, bring it back."

She smiled and put the book aside.

"I can do that."

"Good."

They looked at each other, both smiling, and kissed. Maybe they kissed a million times already, but they never got tired of it. She put her hands in his chest, made him lay down. It was her turn to be on top. And by the look in his face, she did it pretty well.

-X-

"What do you think made you come back?" Malia asked. They were in his room, back from the hospital. She was tracing the scars in his stomach he was able to heal, but not to erase – scars made by the Oni and Kira's sword. It was very discreet, but it still was there. He was twirling her hair.

"I can't know for sure, but I guess it was Melissa. I remember being in this dark room with nothing but my conscience, and I remember thinking… 'is this what death feels like?'. It was just wrong and I felt trapped. I knew I had promises to keep and so much life ahead of me, I just couldn't die. Not right there and then, it was too soon. And when I realized it, I heard her. She was calling me and it gave me strength to reach out for her. What?"

"Damn. And I was thinking it was all about me." She joked, but was half hurt, half curious about his resurrection. Stiles smiled.

"I thought about it, you know? I thought I didn't make it and didn't have the chance to be with you or my dad or my friends again. I thought I failed everyone, because he was holding my heart still. But the faith Melissa put in me in that table, woke me up, made me fight this last fight and come back." He shook his head, his eyes sad. "I had to do things, Malia, this past year. Things that darkened my heart and I will have this darkness forever. But I also have people in my life that can make it brighter. You're one of those people, and I want you to stay."

Malia smiled and kissed him.

"Sounds like a plan." She said in his lips.

"A good one?"

"A great one."

They laughed and he pulled her closer. She rested her head on his chest.

"You are a lucky guy, Stiles." She said.

"I know." He replied, caressing her back. "Derek wasn't as lucky, unfortunately."

There was a moment of silence and because she was so close, she heard his heart slow down.

"You don't know that."

"Malia, I remember it. I remember the feeling of the knife going through his chest and his heart. It feels as real as I can feel you know."

Malia sighed.

"I heard Derek was considered dead lots of times." She pointed. "And no one found the body. No, don't come to me with all the feelings about stabbing him, I refuse." She cut, when she felt he was about to say something. "It wasn't you, it was the nogitsune in you. And he's not. Dead."

Stiles didn't reply at first. Then he sighed.

"I admire your faith."

-X-

Lydia knocked at the Stilinski's door, almost unable to stay quiet. She had good news to tell Stiles, and couldn't wait to see him. They didn't talk much after he woke up and she saw him with Malia, but the time they spent together was nice and good.

They never talked about the kiss, nonetheless. She didn't want to bring it up, first because it happened in a dark moment of their lives, second he seemed to be pretty serious with Malia and third, it was kind of painful for Lydia. She refused for a long time to feel things regarding Stiles, and she convinced herself they were friends and they would stay friends and he'd stop obsessing over her – which was working! -, and she didn't want to start feeling things now. Talk about the kiss and how helpless she felt when he died would only allow it to happen.

"Oh, hi, Lydia." Sheriff Stilinski greeted, opening the door and she smiled.

"Is Stiles home?"

"Sure. I'm not letting him out in a million years, now." He said, letting her in. Lydia laughed.

"Good luck with that." She replied. "The boy knows how to be sneaky."

The sheriff laughed, because he knew it was true. It didn't matter how much he tried to keep Stiles away from his work, the boys always found a way to know what was going on and give his opinion.

"He's in his room, go ahead." He told her, and Lydia walked to where he pointed.

Stiles' house was familiar to her. They were getting closer, before the nogitsune thing, so she knew where to go and where to step. But when she opened the door to Stiles' room, it was empty.

"Stiles?" Lydia called, looking around.

It was different, the room. He removed the pictures of open cases from the walls and put an Arcade Fire poster on its place. The room was lighter, but still messy, clothes thrown here and there and many piles of paper. The whole picture made her smile, but he wasn't there, so she didn't have much to do.

She stepped in the corridor, looking left, towards the living room, wondering where could he be, and when she turned right, she hit him so hard she lost her balance. Stiles reached to stead her.

"Easy, Lydia." He said, with a smile and she smiled back, before getting a bit distracted by his half-nakedness.

Stiles was very different than the guys she usually went for in lots of ways. He was very nice, for a start. Even though he was very sarcastic, he wasn't a jerk. That's why she couldn't relate what the nogitsune did to her wearing his features to this guy: because it was so different than who Stiles really is. Physically, Stiles also was skinny and looked pretty much harmless, if she didn't know better. But at that moment he only had a towel on, and his hair was wet and he had this little smile in his lips that was very, very tempting.

"Hey." She managed to say, trying not to look down and keep her eyes locked in his.

"I wasn't expecting to see you."

"Oh, yeah." She suddenly remembered why she was there. "I tried to call, but you didn't pick up, so…" she leaned on the wall across from him. "Allison woke up."

At first, the new made no effect in him, but a second later, his eyes widened.

"Did she?" he asked, clear relief in his voice. Lydia smiled and she felt her eyes water.

"Yes. She's awake and talking. She can also feel her legs, which is good, right? She can move her toes and all."

"Yeah, that's great!" he replied. "Oh God, that's great!" he echoed and embraced Lydia, turning with her, both of them laughing. "I was so worried."

Stiles stopped and put her on the floor, but Lydia didn't let go of him, one hand on his shoulder and the other touching the thin scar in his right chest.

"I know."

"If she didn't live… if I had harmed her bad enough and she couldn't walk… how could I live with that?" he asked, but it was more like he was talking to himself.

"Stiles…"

"I mean, I don't even know how you stand to be around me! What the nogitsune…"

"Please, stop, Stiles." Lydia said, firmly. "It wasn't you and it wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself."

"Well, it's not easy, you know?" Stiles replied serious. "He was using my body and left a lot of vivid memories, just to make sure."

"But we know who you are, Stiles. And the thing that hurt us was not you. So quit whining."

Finally, he was smiling again.

"I came to bring good news, okay?" Lydia continued, smiling as well.

"Really?" someone said and they looked right. At the bathroom door was Malia, around a towel, damp hair, looking from one to another curiously. Only then Lydia realized she still was touching Stiles and they parted. "About what?"

"Allison." Stiles answered and Lydia nodded.

"Yeah, she woke up!"

Malia smiled, surprised.

"Did she? Really? And how is she feeling?"

"As good as someone who just woke up from a coma, I guess." Lydia answered. "And not as good as Stiles when he woke up. He was practically healed, but Allison will need physiotherapy. But she's strong and she'll be one hundred percent soon, you'll see."

"That's amazing!" said Malia, who came closer while Lydia was talking. She patted Stiles' arm. "What did I told you? Everything will be okay." She kissed his shoulder. "I'll let you too talk."

The werecoyote entered in Stiles' room and closed the door.

"Did you tell her?" Lydia asked.

"Which part?"

She looked at him as if it was obvious.

"Peter's, obviously."

"Oh, she seems aware. Scott was giving her the pep talk when I still was in the hospital."

"I shouldn't tell him about her." Lydia complained to herself.

"Hey, he would've make you talk any moment."

She nodded agreeing.

"True." And after a second, she continued, changing the subject. "But how have you been feeling? Did you figure out what you are?"

"No. But I was talking with Scott and Malia, we're thinking about having a little chat with Deaton."

"Yeah, I thought about it too. I really think you should go."

"Deaton and Peter seem to have answers for many things." Stiles commented.

"They lived too much, I think."

"Boy, we lived too much, and we're seventeen!" he exclaimed and Lydia laughed. It was true. "Imagine when we're their age?"

"I don't want to imagine it. Future is a kind of nostalgia, I want to live right now."

Stiles smiled.

"Stop reading John Green, Lydia."

She looked at him, a little smirk in her lips.

"Busted." Lydia said, pointing at him. She looked to the closed door. "I guess I'm gonna get going. I just wanted to tell you about Allison."

"Well, thank you. I think I'm going to the hospital tomorrow to see her."

"Do it. She wants to talk to you." She reached her hand to say goodbye, but Stiles took it to pull her closer and he kissed her forehead.

"I'd walk you to the door, but…" he said, releasing her and she waved it off.

"It's okay."

"See you, Lydia."

"See you, Stiles."

Author's note:

About Alexander Pope's verses: what did you guys think? I think it summarizes Echo House's episode. I'm gonna rewrite it, because everyone forgot it already, and highlight the key words.

Oh happy state! When souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.

I don't know, I just really like it.

Anyway.

What you guys want to see with the whole Lydia-Stiles-Malia situation?

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