Author's note:

YOU GUYS! EPISODE 23! My heart is broken! And I don't even like Allison all that much. It was just as painful as Grace! (remember Grace? From Skins gen 3? ._.)

I thought she was the one who was going to die, though. (Remember The Scar on Our Hearts? Huh? Huh?) And the initial plan here was to kill Allison instead of Stiles in the prologue+chapter one, you know? Lydia screamed and it'd be both kids dying, but only Allison would really go. But I thought, well, people would think I really disliked Allison, for I killed her two fics in a roll, so she got the chance to live here. For a while.

Like I said, I'm gonna try to pull this fanfic as close as possible to what happens in the end of season 3B, and next chapter will only be on when the season finale is aired (I hope we get a hint of Malia).

I really want to thank everyone who reviewed! It means a lot to me, really, you're all so wonderful!

Special thanks to guest Albus, who had so many kind words to say. s2

And guest Jessi: I don't think you looked close enough, I did not paired Stiles and Lydia in the filters. Even though we WILL have some Stydia eventually, this is not a Stydia fanfic. If you hate Malia so much, you might as well find another fanfic to read, because Believe in magic will have a lot of the werecoyote. And if you are gonna come here just to be rude and push your ship down my throat... I'm too old for this. Please stop? And please know that I love Stydia, I loved them since season 1, but I don't think it's gonna work anymore and I'm really looking forward to see what the writers are going to do with them.

I'm leaving you guys with a bittersweet chapter.

Friendly reminder that my english suck and that I'm sorry.

Chapter three: I disappear from view

"And if you're still bleeding, you are the lucky ones,
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead
and they are gone."
Daughter

They arrived at the hospital, hand in hand, without noticing the strange movement in the pediatric floor, that was the floor where Stiles were previously and where Allison was, for she still had a few days before her eighteenth birthday. They didn't realize something was wrong until they got to Allison's room, where a group of doctors tried to revive her, Melissa holding Chris, so he let the specialists do their thing.

Stiles just stood there at the door, dry mouth, and wondered if that was how everyone felt when he was the one with an un-beating heart: this helplessness and emptiness.

Malia held his hand tighter when they tried to resurrect Allison one last time and were unsuccessful, the machine beeping like an un-responding heart.

Allison was gone.

The doctors cleared and one of them declared the time of death, letting Chris come to his daughter.

Only then, Melissa saw Stiles at the door. She walked towards him, sad eyes, and touched his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Stiles." She whispered.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice weak.

"Her organs failed. It was so fast…" she looked back, remembering how she begged for Stiles' life not so long ago and how it'd be beautiful if Chris got her same piece of miracle, to hear his girl's heart after thinking it was all lost, just like this boy was standing in front of her now.

"She's not coming back, is she?" Stiles said, knowing the answer. He blinked and felt the tear in his cheek. "A thunder doesn't strike the same place twice." Finally, he looked away from his friend's body. "You should call Scott." He said, before turning and practically ran away from there, leaving Malia behind.

She let him go, so he could have some private moment, and when she stepped outside the hospital, Stiles was screaming and punching his jeep. Malia waited one more minute before stepping closer. She didn't know Allison, but knew that it was thanks to the hunter that she wasn't shot by her own father in the woods. She knew that it was thanks to Allison that Lydia and Stiles were free from some sort of prison that the nogitsune put them. They all owed the girl so much.

Reaching out, Malia touched Stiles' back and he turned to her abruptly, startling her. He was devastated and for that there were no words to say. He embraced her, lifting her up a bit, so he could rest his head on her chest, her back leaning on the jeep.

"It's okay, let it out." She said low, caressing his hair, letting him cry. "Let it all out."

They were like that for several minutes until Stiles calmed down, and suddenly he raised his head.

"Lydia."

-X-

Most of the ride was in silence.

"Do you really want me to go with you?" Malia asked. Stiles didn't answer immediately.

"Yes." He said firmly.

A few minutes later, he was parking in front of Lydia's house. He had turned off his phone, because he didn't want to receive any call, but Malia retrieve it from the back seat of the car, before jumping out. Stiles already was at the door, talking to Lydia's mother, who reluctantly let them in.

"I talked to your father," she was telling Stiles, while guiding him to Lydia's room "and I'm so sorry about Allison. That girl was very precious. But Lydia doesn't want to talk or see anyone, she's shutting me out. I don't know if you are gonna have any success."

Stiles looked from Mrs. Martin to Malia and then to the banshee's bedroom door.

"Let me handle with her, okay?"

"What?"Malia asked confused.

"I just… I'll just need a moment with her."

Mrs. Martin was playing nervously with her collar, deciding if it was a good idea, then nodded.

"Okay." She said, and touched Malia's arm. "Come on here, sweetie, do you like chocolate cake?"

Stiles kissed Malia in the cheek and then saw her go with Lydia's mom going to the kitchen, before knocking. He had no idea what to do, now that he was there. He knew what he felt, only; guilty and pain. And could only imagine how Lydia was.

"Lydia?" he called, opening the door slowly. "It's me. I'm coming in."

When he closed the door behind him, he saw her. Lydia was laying on her side, no make up on, looking deadly to a point in her wall. She barely moved when he came closer.

"Lydia?"

"I don't understand." She whispered and he leaned towards her, for he didn't hear.

"Pardon?"

"I don't understand." Lydia repeated, a little stronger, but still a whisperer. "She was fine, I talked to her yesterday."

After a moment, Stiles spoke again.

"Melissa told me her organs failed. I was there when they were trying to bring her back."

Lydia looked at him for the first time. Her eyes were red, her face marked with tears. When she spoke, now louder, he noticed that her voice was husky and realized that she probably had a banshee scream for Allison at the moment of her death.

"Did you get to talk to her?" Lydia asked and he shook his head.

"I got there too late."

She nodded and a tear dropped from her eyes. Stiles held her hand, helping to comfort her and Lydia sat up.

"It's not fair." She complained, more tears dropping.

"I know." He replied. "But at the end of the day, Allison was just human." Stiles reminded and Lydia nodded, remember herself of their supernatural powers.

"She managed to do that, huh? Stay human in a world of supernatural." Lydia said, putting her hand on Stiles'. "It's a noble thing to be, human."

"She should be celebrated." Stiles decided right there and them. "We should do something to celebrate her life and bravery and friendship and to let her family know that she won't be forgotten-"

He was interrupted by Lydia embracing him. The moment of surprise lasted one second and he embraced her back and letting her cry in his arms the way he cried in Malia's just an hour before.

"Thank you, Stiles. For being my friend and for being here. It's important." She said and he even thought about answering, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He played with her strawberry blonde hair a bit before she talked again. "Lay down with me?" she asked, looking into his eyes. "Please?"

"Hm…" he thought for a second. "Okay."

And he did just it, lay over the sheets after taking off his shoes, and Lydia lay down by his side, her head in his chest, just enjoying the company and small talking. He calmed her down and in less than an hour, when Mrs. Martin went to check on them, Lydia was already asleep and Stiles left with Malia before the sunset.

-X-

"Scott was trying to reach you." Malia said while they walked to the jeep, handing him his phone. Stiles turned to her and took the phone.

"I told you to leave it on the car." He said, a bit annoyed.

"Your friend is worried about you." She replied firmly. He wouldn't be annoyed with her for caring, she wouldn't allow it. "And I am too. I don't want you to shut to the world, Stiles. I did that and it sucked." He sighed and looked away, but she got closer and forced him to look at her. "Ring him."

He looked in her eyes and touched her cheek, sliding his fingers to her hair, and Malia gave him a little smile.

"Okay, I'll call. When we get home, I will. Promise."

"He's in deep grief, too. Remember?"

"Yes. I'll call him. I just need to go home."

"Okay." She reached for the handle and entered in the car. Stiles turned to take the wheel and before he started the car, he stood there looking at her. "What?" Malia asked, her voice small and suddenly shy.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" Stiles asked and her eyes widened a bit in surprise.

"Well, I didn't think about it…" Malia started and he looked at her with puppy eyes. "Why?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "I feel safe with you." She smiled, her eyes softening. "And I don't think I've ever felt this safe with anyone since my mom died."

"Are you comparing me with your mom?"

"No!" Stiles answered quickly. "A bit, yes. But not like in a motherly way, because there's nothing motherly in those hips, I'm telling you, you're just wild and cozy."

"Cozy?"

"And hot. You're a beast. The prettiest of them all. God, you're so beautiful."

"Do I have to shut you up all the time?" she asked mockingly and he closed his mouth, smiling.

"See?" Stiles said, referring to everything that just happened. "That's why I need you."

Malia nodded.

"You make me feel good, Stilinski." She whispered, leaning her head on the seat back and he pulled her closer.

"You make me feel good too, Tate-Hale."

She made a face, because it still was very confusing for her not being sure who her father really was and if she was part of an important werewolf lineage. She just had gotten her family back, just to have it taken from her once again and she was not ready. That's why the mention of the Hale's surname gave her goose bumps.

But the feeling was gone pretty fast when Stiles kissed her. It made her forget to ask him what he was doing with Lydia during the hour she was left with Mrs. Martin and her cakes, ask what was really going on between him and the banshee. Made her forget to ask him what did he thinks about Peter Hale and if she should trust him, because he seemed very interested in teach her things and made she also forget that they just had lost a friend. But she guessed Stiles forgot that last part too.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, when they parted. "We can stop to get some KFC or something."

"God, no, I ate so much chocolate cake! I'm not hungry."

He made the puppy face again.

"Sorry about that. Lydia was so upset, I talked herself to sleep. Kind of."

"It's okay, her mom is really nice."

"I didn't get to eat cake, though." He stated, and Malia raised an eyebrow. "KFC?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Fine. But you call Scott while we are on the line."

"Deal." He finally started the car and looked at her one more time. "Are you staying with me tonight?"

Malia bit her lip, then nodded.

"Yes. Gonna ring Mr. Tate and let him know I'm not coming home 'til tomorrow."

Stiles smiled, a real smile that was so broken during that day.

"Thank you."

-X-

That night, the Stilinski let not only Malia, but Scott crash in. The werecoyote shared the bed with Stiles, Scott on the floor, and she finished the book Stiles had borrowed her while the boys talked about life and death and Allison and memorials and memories and she got to opine here and there, but mostly she just lay there, with Stiles' arms around her, thinking that he was the cozy one and feeling her heart light, as a bond was forming.

It kind of felt like home.

A/N: And this is the end of another chapter.

(I put Daughter's Youth as epigraph, sorry! Sometimes it's inevitable)

Thank you all for reading and I'm waiting for your review!

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