Author's note: And we are back! Are you guys sad with the lack of Stalia in the past couple of episodes? Because I'm very sad about! It is a good thing, though, that we got to see a little interaction between Malia and Derek and Lydia and also the come back of Detectives!Stydia, so I don't think it's a total loss.
Now tell me how long they will be able to hide that hitlist from Malia? I bet very little, the girl is smart, guys. She'll find out pretty soon. For now, all we can do is wait - and read fanfiction, right?
Hope you like this new chapter and thank you all so much for the reviews!
FOURTEEN
It wasn't a good night. Stiles lay down early, but needed a good couple of hours just to fall asleep. The last part of the dead pool, the key that unlocked the list, his father in the hospital… and Malia on the list. Hale, not Tate, how they feared (for a small part of him still hopped that everything Lydia had heard was a big mistake).
All of those things made the dream come back. That one dream with nogitsunes and Onis and Allison, Aiden and his mother and Erica and all the people he couldn't save. This time something was different. His father was in the dream and Stiles had to hang on to him, but Malia was in his hands and she was slipping away, a banshee's scream, she was…
"Shhh, Stiles, wake up. Stiles!"
Malia could hear his erratic heartbeat from the corner and when she tapped the code in the front door to lock it again, the air in the house was extremely heavy, so she hurried upstairs to try and snap him out of the nightmare he was having.
"Stiles!" she called, one hand in his chest and the other cupping his cheek. His eyes suddenly snapped open.
"Malia." He said tenderly and his eyes were full of meaning, as if he could see through her in a completely new way.
"It was just a dream, Sti." Malia said low and sweetly, her thumb tracing his jaw and lower lip. He closed his eyes on her touch and sat down, embracing her. "It's okay, I'm here." His hands on her back were comfort for her too and she enjoyed his presence. It had been a long day and it felt good to be home.
They stood like that for a long time until it felt right to let it go. They were both tired, so Malia started to strip to her underwear and looked for an old shirt among his clothes.
"Where have you been all day?" Stiles asked, laying back on the bed. He watched Malia putting on his black Arctic Monkeys shirt and she walked to him, climbing onto bed and sitting on his lap. He sat down once again, to face her.
"The woods, with Derek. He thought me a few things." Stiles raised an eyebrow. "We were looking for a werewolf pack, but all we could find were bodies. Well, and Braeden. Braeden was alive."
Stiles sighed.
"At last." He commented and she nodded.
"Did you and Lydia found anything?" she asked and his eyes got darker as he nodded. "Did you talk to Parrish and Mer?"
"We did." He answered low. "But we didn't ask Parrish what he is, maybe we should wait a bit. As for Meredith…" he looked into her eyes seriously. "Mal… Meredith is dead. She killed herself."
Something deep inside her cracked as if it was misplaced. It looked like pain and it felt like ruins. Malia looked at Stiles with lost eyes, unsure of what was going on in her heart. She found herself biting her nail.
"I liked her. She was nice to me when I was in Eichen House."
Stiles nodded.
"She was a bit of a nutcase, but she was nice." He agreed. "Maybe she saw what was coming."
"You mean the dead pool?" she asked, but didn't wait for his answer. Malia leaned her head on his shoulder, hiding her face in his neck. "I told Derek we should leave. We should run from Beacon Hills and never comeback. But I guess we can't, right?"
They lay down, Malia still on top of Stiles, his arms around her. He was enough to warm her at that moment, his breath was steady and his heart bit warmly. There was no one in the world like him and she couldn't asked for anything else.
"Yeah." He replied. "We can't."
A/N: Thank you guys for sticking around and I see you soon! Don't forget to leave your review :D x