Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scallison and Stalia
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Chapter Four: Oh, Those Memories How They Tear Me Apart
Allison blinked several times as she was filling the electric kettle with water. It was getting dark outside and she wasn't sure what her dad would say about her staying this late in the Stilinski's household but she couldn't leave. She honestly didn't want to.
'OH MY GOD!' she let out, 'She-she's…Stiles?' she looked at her best friend as he was with an opened mouth looking at the girl. He said something Max? Marry? Some name… but that wasn't right. She…she saw cutie. Cutie was running toward her and she she couldn't stop- She didn't see no girl…
She really didn't see this girl…
Scott came down to the kitchen and gave her a tight smile as she settled the kettle and turned it on.
It took her a moment to realize Stiles had been telling her something as she was watching the girl on the ground tears filling her eyes. She was at shock but she still could cry. Typical.
She looked at him.
'Help me get her to the house!' he snapped at her something dark she's never seen before on his face. A shadow. An anger.
She leaned back against the counter not really in the mood to sit in the living room or exit the room.
'Allison! Take the first aid kit from the jeep-'
'Shouldn't-should…' stupid shutter, 'shouldn't we call an ambulance-'
'She's like Scott,' he said as he put his hoodie around the naked girl and carried her into the house. She was shocked… by several things yet in the surreal situation a bizarre thought crossed her mind.
I didn't know he's strong enough to carry someone around…
He nodded to himself as if he understood her sudden lack of motion and started bringing out cups and tea bags from the shells. He knew where everything was. They all knew where everything was in each other's houses.
'Scott,' she yelled into the phone.
'Allison? What's-'
'Come to the house…it's-it's cutie… she…,' she finally understood what happened, 'turned,' she put the phone away from her ear.
'What?!' she briefly heard the confused shout of Scott before she ended the call looking in front of her.
She slowly walked into Stiles room.
Allison looked at him as he put them in front of the kettle and took a place next to her watching it as it was slowly heating the water up inside causing a slow and quiet at first noise by the action.
'M? Can you hear me?' asked Stiles running his hand through the girl's messy hair.
'You're safe, M. You're okay now, M. I promise.'
Allison watched the scene in front of her noting that the girl did stir and move closer to the warm of Stiles hand on her skin.
She looked up at Stiles. Another look she never so on his face before…
'Did you know her too?' she asked suddenly. She didn't ask than. She didn't ask or do anything really apart from helping dress an unconscious Malia while Scott and Stiles purposely looked away. She thought it was pointless considering they already saw all that there was to see in the first place but she didn't comment it.
Scott kept his eyes on the kettle as well, 'A little bit. I remember playing hide and seek with her. She always found everyone…'
Yet, none of us ever found her…for years at least.
He brushed his face trying to brush a tear before it actually got out of his eye, 'You know back then…when everyone could play with everyone. Stiles knew her first. Her dad was a deputy. He moved out a little while after… you know.'
She nodded still not looking at him.
The noise from the kettle was getting louder.
'So you all thought that it was a coyote, right?'
He licked his lips and nodded, 'Yeah… uh, they found them torn up a lot…so they assumed that after the crash they tried to get the bodies out of the car to eat the meat.'
The kettle let out a whistle like noise and stopped.
'How old were you?'
'Nine… it was a little before his mom… He once told me that it felt like the first shoe had fallen or something. You know… Malia, his mom, his dad's drinking, ADHD…'
Neither of them moved to put the water to the cups.
Allison blinked, 'She had to remember you, right?'
'I didn't,' he replied feeling terrible for the honest truth. He didn't thought about the girl with light brown hair that would always find him no matter where he hid during hide and seek.
Allison looked down, 'She remembered Stiles.'
They looked at each other for the first time since they leaned against the counter, 'She remembers him.'
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Malia stirred a bit before she opened her eyes. She looked up to find Stiles looking down at her. He looked…different. Everything looked different. Something wasn't right. She took a sniff. The room felt different. The smell, what she could see, the colors… this wasn't right. She wasn't right. She felt…off…
She moved and froze instantly.
'Hey, careful, you still haven't heal properly,' said Stiles and instantly put his hand on hers covered by sleeve arm.
She looked down at their hands her now human eyes wide as ever. They were the same. He can't believe he didn't recognize them when he now clearly saw her in her eyes. He was a kid when she got missing but there was no excuse. She was his friend. He cared for her. He cried and grieved for her… He forgot her… He abandoned her. Everyone did… Her dad? Her dad should have kept looking for her. Instead he left. Just like that. He simply left her all alone in the woods a little nine year old girl in a body of a coyote.
She narrowed her eyes at their hands and he wondered if he should let her go. He wondered if he should explain that Allison dressed her or that what happened. Did she know? Was she a coyote all the time she was missing? Was she turning whenever she wanted to? Why didn't she show up then…why?
'Ssss,' she let out in a sore way as if she hadn't been speak for a while.
They looked into each other's eyes and she tried again, 'S.'
He blinked feeling a small tear fall down his cheek, 'Yeah, M, I's me S.'
He pointed at him another tear falling down, 'Stiles. S. Hell you can call me even Stilinski if you want… just not my real name I really don't like that one. Remember Scott didn't believe me that-it-it,' he started shuttering as he was crying his voice making sobs, 'It wasn't a real-name… and you-'
He suddenly froze tears still falling down his face and now on Malia's hand as she touched his cheek.
He blinked at the softness and same spark of her skin touching his just like the first time he touched her fur.
She shook her head with a sad look on her face. She opened her mouth several times her voice still off, 'D…no cry,' she said shaking her head and catching his tears into her hand.
He watched her for the longest of the moment before he put his hand slowly on her shoulder and brought her slowly toward him. She blinked several times as she was for a moment confused to what she was doing but she could sense his discomfort… Sad. He was sad. Why was he sad? Wasn't he happy she was here? That she was a girl again?
She didn't know how to feel about that. She was…shocked. Yes, she knew the difference between being surprised and shocked and she was shocked. How come she was a girl again? Why? It was so different. It felt different.
Was it like this when she was a little girl? She couldn't remember. Everything was different. The colors were so bright and everywhere. She remembered that. The world was red when she was a coyote now it had colors again and it was amazing.
Touches felt strange. Those fabrics on her body… clothes…were big and loose and yet they inched and weren't nice against her skin at all… Touching Stiles felt familiar though. Not like when he was touching her fur and stoking her but different familiar. Soft, nice so so nice.
She didn't move as he brought her closer to him and carefully put his arms around. He brought her into an embrace making sure he gave her enough time to move away or stop him if she didn't want to.
He hugged her tight. He didn't want to hurt her he just… he just had to keep her close even for a little bit… just-just to know she was real. Just to know she was real.
She was missing. He thought she was dead and all this time she was just missing. Alive. He should have found her. He should have do something. His fucking dad should have found her. His dad should have found her.
He took a few of her hair. It was messy almost glued together but it felt so real. She felt real. She was real.
She remained in his arms not moving much giving him his time until she suddenly did and surprisingly leaned toward his ear and felt her softly bit him there. Just a little bit. Just a feeling of her teeth on the outside of his ear. It was a weird feeling. He wouldn't lie it surprised him by the odd sensation it brought inside him. He didn't know his ears were one of his delicate spot.
She leaned away and he looked at her. She was tall. He noticed while carrying her. She was probably almost as tall as he was…and she was beautiful.
'S-sad,' she spoke her voice still the same. It would probably be a while before she would sound normally. She narrowed her eyes for a moment digging in her memories. As a coyote she would show her approval or disapproval to Stiles by looks now she was a girl again. How did she used to show her approval or disapproval? Oh, that's right… She remembered.
She shook her head, 'D-don't be…'
He understood the message.
I'm really here, Stiles.
He looked into those brown eyes he sometimes saw in his nightmares before he nodded.
'Do you want some tea?'
She blinked at him and he almost wondered if he said something wrong or if she understood him until she suddenly pulled a huge grin.
'T-tea and chocolate… chip cook-cookies,' she said all of the sudden leaving him dumbfounded.
His mom used to give his friends milk and chocolate chip cookies but Malia would always as for some fruit tea instead so his mom would made tea just for her whenever she came to play.
He smiled at her. He should have found her a long time ago.
Suddenly there was a noise and Malia made a grimace, 'Meat. Food.'
He chuckled at the funny look on her face, 'Okay, I'll get you something. You stay here okay?'
She gave him a look and he recognized as the one she would give him when she understood what he wanted or agreed.
Oh, right. The nodding and shaking her head.
She nodded.
He felt like chuckling at that and left the room.
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He didn't want to leave her but once her stomach growled he needed to feed her. He stopped on the stair letting the feeling sink in. He wanted to ran back into the room and make sure she was still there that it really happened that she was real.
He closed his eyes. Malia. M. His M. He felt like right before he would get a panic attack.
No, not now.
'Stiles,' said Scott as he put his hand on his shoulder.
He opened his eyes and looked at him, 'She's really here isn't she?'
Scott gave him a soft smile understanding his hesitation. He felt confused and happy and sad about Malia Tate being well and alive. The confusion, the mess his feelings were right now. He could sense it from him after all.
'Yeah, Stiles, she is.'
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Malia said quietly in the room looking at her hands. Hands. Not paws. Hands. She was a girl again.
'M-Malia,' she whispered. Her throat hurt when she spoke and she knew she didn't sound right. Stiles understood her though. She shouldn't have been surprised he understood her even when she was coyote.
Cutie.
She uncovered herself. Allison put clothes on her. Pants. Hoodie. She was right to do so. She was a girl now. She needed clothes now. She had hands and fingers and hair and log legs. She was taller than when she was a little girl but so was Stiles.
She lied back down. Not all the new feelings were bad. The bed felt softer than when she was a coyote and touching and hugging Stiles didn't feel so bad. She remembered it. Hugging. Her mom used to hug her and when she and Paige weren't mean to each other hug as well.
'Mom, Dad, Paige,' she said a little bit louder and sat up thrill filling her heart as she realized something. She was a girl now. She used to be a coyote and her dad would chase her away but if she was a girl now. He left but Stiles's dad was the Sheriff he surely knew how to find people… well people people who weren't turned into coyotes at least.
She sat back up a she heard the others approaching.
They entered the room all at once. Scott calmly instantly going for Stiles's desk chair while Allison a little bit more hesitated walked toward her and sat down on the corner of the bed both of them had a cup and Scott a plate. Malia could sense she was a bit uncomfortable about being here with her. Stiles came in holding two cups and a plate with food on it.
She sniffed a bit. That wasn't meat. It was bread and something. He hand it to her but she only took the plate. She could sense the cup was too hot. He didn't press her and put it on his nightstand before he saw down next to her.
She held the ceramic plate in her hands trying to remember how to eat as a human. She waited until she saw from the corner of her eyes how Scott and Stiles did it until she started eating sensing at all three were watching her.
'Okay, so what are we going to do tomorrow? Will you skip school?' asked Allison all the sudden.
Stiles sighed, 'I'm not sure. I mean I could someone should stay with her. Scott has practice and your parents will already kill you about today.'
'Just dad,' reminded him Allison. Malia watched the two turning from one to another as they spoke.
'Maybe we could take her with us,' suggested Scott and the two shot him a look, 'Right, she can barely speak but we're going to take her to school and say what? That she was a coyote all this time? Hardly,' said Stiles before he sighed.
'We'll we need to think up what to say, right? I mean we can't just call her by her name. Maybe we could say that she's someone's cousin?'
'That's not such a bad-,' Scott stopped talking and both he and Malia turned to the window.
She chewed a bit, 'Sh-sheriff.'
'Your dad's here,' said Scott slowly as he continued to listen, 'And Allison's.'
'Shit,' said the brunette and got up, 'Should I hide?'
'He already saw your car, Ally. What about Malia?' asked Stiles pointing at her by looking at Scott and Allison.
'We'll say she's Scott's cousin,' suggested Allison.
'Yeah, a cousin that can hardly talk?' asked Scott with raised brow.
'Screw that. A cousin that's wearing my clothes in my bed?' reminded them Stiles. All three started panicking and talking one through another.
'Maybe we could hide her?' suggested Allison.
'Where?'
'Guys there already on the stair!'
Malia watched them for a moment before she carefully put the plate with the sandwich long gone on the bed.
The door opened and both Chris Argent and the Sheriff looked at them, 'Hey, guys what's up?'
Stiles swallowed, 'Dad, uh, it's not what it looks like.'
The sheriff blinked, 'What is?'
Stiles turned around only to find his bed empty. His eyes widened and he turned to Scott and Allison who looked just as surprised.
'But?' he mumbled until he noticed Scott's eyes pointing to the roof and then to the window.
Did she fucking climbed through the window to the roof? How? When? Jesus!
He turned back to his head and Mr. Argent and let out a forced laugh, 'Uh, I totally forgot.'
Both man shot him a weird look before Mr. Argent turned to Allison, 'Ready to go home?'
She nodded. She knew there was no room for arguments and she really didn't want to argue right now. She gave Scott and Stiles a look the both of them nodded at her.
She didn't want to rise suspicious so she just left.
Before Stiles could even say something Scott went to the window and motioned for Malia to come back down. Stiles watched in awe as she done so without any help.
She blinked at the boys before she pointed at the door, 'Why did…I-have to hide?'
They shared a look before Stiles sat back down again, 'Okay, M… you get that you were gone for a long time, right?'
She listened and then nodded. She got that. She was a little girl last time she was human now she was older. Taller. Curvier. Her hair was longer. 'Yes, ' she remembered to nod this time.
'I grew up,' her voice was still sour though.
'It's been seven years, M. You're sixteen now,' he explained as Malia turned for a moment to look at Scott who sat down on the desk chair. She blinked at it. She remembered the old desk chair now. Stiles broke it when he was spinning on it and pretending he was on the sea.
'I know.'
'Well, how would we explain that you were alive all this time…and your mom and Paige…,' he quieted not sure how to continue.
'What Stiles is trying to say is that what were are… you and me Malia we just can't tell anyone.'
She looked back at Scott, 'It's a secret you know. At least for now.'
She thought about it.
'Look,' started Stiles hoping she would understand their reasons, 'You and Scott are something special, right? Like in comics when Peter Parker or Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne have their secret identities right? Why did they have them?'
She blinked, 'To…p-protect…their loved ones.'
Stiles nodded, 'Exactly, and right now there is this group of well… hunters who apparently hunt people like you and Scott. If they found out that you just appear they might want to look into that and hurt you guys.'
Her eyes widened at that. She knew hunters. Humans who tried to catch her a few times. They tried to lure her into traps and all sort of other things.
'I…was hunted…a few times,' she said quietly.
'By poachers?' asked Stiles shocked.
She nodded and started to play with her fingers. She didn't realize she was doing it.
Both Scott and Stiles had to wonder. She was in woods for years. She had to be a coyote. Live like a coyote. Hunt like a coyote. Be hunted like a coyote.
Stiles shivered at the thought which caused both the supernatural ones to look at him, 'It must have been quite scary.'
Malia blinked before she nodded, 'When I first…,' she wondered about the right word.
'Shift?' suggested Scott and she nodded again. He noticed that whenever she did nod she always made a point of it. Like she wasn't sure if others could tell that she was nodding so she nodded really hard.
'…shift,' she tested the word out before she continued, 'I didn't know…what was going on…I was scared… then when I hunted… guns scared me.'
Stiles looked at her hands, 'You don't have to be nervous, M.'
She blinked and looked down. She remembered. She used to play with her hands when she was nervous. Was she nervous now?
She couldn't sense herself but her suppose she was. She still felt weird like she was dreaming. She used to have dreams about her being a little girl from time to time. She also used to have dreams about the car crash, more than the nice ones.
'What about my dad?' she asked, 'He left.'
Stiles shared a look with Scott. He knew that Mr. Tate left. It was a few years and he was very sad about it. It felt like everything about Malia disappeared the day he did. There was no body to burry in the coffin and with her dad gone it felt like she wasn't even real at times. He sometimes forgot she lived at all. He briefly thought about the photos Scott picked up on his porch and brought to the house when he came. Why did he put them there? All her photos. All things he had of her.
'Allison was right, though,' said Scott, 'What about tomorrow? You shouldn't be alone, Malia.'
She looked at him and nodded, 'I get that.'
Stiles brushed his face, 'You'll stay here of course and I'll just lie and stay home sick.'
Malia frowned at that. Lie. Lies were wrong. She used to lie from time to time. To her parents. To Paige. No to teachers though. Not like this. 'Won't you…get in trouble?'
He smiled at her. She missed that smiled. As a coyote it was calming and pretty to look at but now as a human it never looked more beautiful, more safe and it never made her feel more like herself than it did right now.
'Don't sweat it, M. Nothing's more important than you being okay.'
She nodded and Scott chuckled. She was really cute when she nodded all determinate like that.
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They managed to deal with sheriff without him realizing Malia was in Stiles's room. Scott promised to keep him updated about school and to think up something for the rest of the week so he wouldn't get in trouble for skipping too much.
Stiles left the room for a moment to talk with his dad about his day so Malia wasn't alone afterwards.
Scott turned to Malia as she was sitting on the bed watching her hands, 'Do you feel it… uh the coyote inside you?'
She looked up at him and nodded making him smile again a bit, 'Yeah, it's there. Sense are working too…just different.'
She said and before he could ask how different she moved her hand and in a second her claws pooped out.
Scott gasped looking at them as they were just like the ones he remembered from the full moon night. He swallowed a bit at the memory of him attacking Derek while Stiles was so close.
'It's okay…you'll get a hold of it.'
He nodded at her hand, 'Did you?'
She looked at her hand and frowned a bit. He watched her as well as her claws slowly turned back to nails and he realized that she might be closer to her coyote side but she still wasn't in control either.
'Maybe we can help each other out,' he said and put his hands into his pockets.
She gave him a grin and he realized that as a coyote she would smile like this all the time.
He returned the smile just as Stiles came back and he waved her good bye. As he said good bye to the sheriff he couldn't help but turn one last time to Stiles and whispered, 'She's really cute when she nods.'
Stiles smirked at him his eyes sparkling, 'I know. It's almost like she's making a point.'
Scott squeezed his shoulder for a bit, 'If anything call me and I'll come.'
Stiles nodded imitating Malia and they both chuckled.
'Hey, remember to make me proud at practice, okay?'
'You got it.'
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Derek was in the woods. The alpha hadn't appeared in while in the woods which bothered him. It could have meant that he got spooked by the hunters or worse he simply had other plans in human form.
Because of the new ruled Braeden didn't show up for a few days either. This bothered him as well since he still didn't trust her. He probably never would. He had been to check up on the pup but so far he hasn't been home. He knew he went to school and then to the vet's clinic where he worked. Since he still hasn't returned he must have gone to his friend, the sheriff's son's house or the huntress's.
The thought made him upset. He knew the pup was aware of her family yet he still spent time with her. He was a kid and an idiot for that.
He frowned as he heard voices close behind him. Hunters who were on patrol.
He exited before they caught his track. He wanted to check on Scott once more anyway.
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'Okay, so that's about everything basic I can think up,' said Stiles as they laid next to each other on his bed quiet incase the sheriff would walk in although they both knew Malia would have heard him.
'Do you have any questions?' he asked.
Malia looked at the bottom of her hair, 'I think I need a shower.' She never had it this long. She knew that as a little girl she had to shower or bath properly. As a coyote she would just take a quick bath in the lake but not more than once a month.
He leaned a bit closer to her, 'Yeah, you definitely don't smell girl enough.'
Her eyes widened in an instant and she sat up. Before he could move she hit him against the stomach, hard.
He still chuckled, 'Sorry, forgot it's a taboo to be girly.'
She nodded and with a smile laid back down.
'Tell me when you're tired and I will go to sleep in the sleeping bag, okay?'
She looked at him, 'I can sleep on the floor. I slept in my dent every night.' She was getting better at talking full sentence without pauses but her voice was still off.
He opened his mouth to remind her that she was a girl but she suddenly got of the bed and with speed that definitely couldn't be human and was out of the window.
In a moment his dad knocked.
'Yeah?'
'Stiles, I'm sorry but I got called. I have to go.'
'Did something happen?'
His dad looked at him for a moment before he nodded, 'Someone found a car in the middle of the road. Empty.'
'Who's car dad?'
'Mr. Maxwell.'
'The school's shrink?'
He gave him a look, 'Yes, the school's guidance council.'
Stiles gave him an apologizing look and his dad just shook his head at him before he left.
Malia came once again into the room.
'He's sad,' she mumbled. Stiles blinked and looked at the door again, 'Yeah, I guess. Mom and all that.'
Malia shook her head, 'No, he wasn't sad until he found out he needed to leave. You wondered if he missed you when he left. He does,' she said.
It took him a moment to remember that he once mentioned it to her. This fear that his dad liked being called away so he didn't have to be with him. Did she remember that? Or did she realize what it meant to him then and kept it in her mind even through years?
She really is one of his best friends.
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Sneaking in Scott McCall's house was painfully easy even with his mom home. Scott was still absent but Derek didn't feel like coming back later so he decided to wait for him.
As he stood inside the room he realize just how not long ago he used to be in Scott's shoe. The room was a typical single teenage boy room with its mess and lacrosse equipment lying around practically screaming I don't have time for this I got a high school life.
Wisdom comes with age, I suppose.
He sat down for a moment into Scott's chair. He heard his mother downstairs preparing dinner while humming one of Elvis Presley's songs. A memory came to him of his mother doing the same while Laura and sometimes Cora were helping her.
Scott came home. He briefly talked with his mom about Scott. He seemed nervous when he was talking about going to Stiles afterward but Derek couldn't be sure why.
He walked upstairs and stopped. Derek waited.
Scott on the other side of the door suddenly felt still strange uneasiness. Something felt off. There was a new smell in the house. A kind that wasn't here in the morning when he left. What was it?
Who is it?
He opened the door hesitated. His eyes widened instantly when he noticed Derek Hale sitting in his chair.
Rushing in he closed the door and in a hushed voiced hissed, 'What are you doing here?'
'What were you hiding from your mom, Scott?'
The boy swallowed, his heart in his throat, 'Nothing-I…That's not the point! Why are you here?'
He didn't know if he could trust him. If he told him about Malia? No, no he couldn't tell him about Malia, could he?
Derek narrowed his eyes at him and Scott could feel his stare burning through him, 'W-well?' He hated how weak his voice sounded.
The older werewolf got out of the chair, 'I came to make sure you're okay.'
Scott raised his brows, 'Okay?'
Derek just kept staring at him.
It was serious uncomfortable and scarring. Scott brushed his face trying to calm down, 'Okay, I'm fine. Thanks for your concern. You can go now. Since I got homework and I'm going to sleep so no need to worry.'
Derek didn't move.
'Okay, what?'
He shrugged, 'Didn't you feel angry? Or upset in the last few days?'
'Uh, now.'
He nodded, 'What about lacrosse?'
'What about it?'
'It's a pretty violent sport. Lot's of angry situation came happen during a game or practice.'
'Yeah, well-we didn't have practice today and I'm not much of angry person.'
Derek almost smirked at that. He took a step closer, 'You sure? What about what happened during the full moon. Do you remember?'
Scott frowned, 'That was the full moon. You said that's when we lose control the most.'
'True but I also said that you would get angry easier than before. Remember that part?'
Scott looked away, 'Look, man, I'm fine. I'm not an angry person ask anyone.'
'Oh, so what about today's math pop quiz. You seemed pretty upset about that. Or when you heard those girls talking about Allison?' he asked.
'Wait? Were you following me? What the hell?!' He had to be close or in school to know about this. He could never sense too far. But Derek was older-but it wasn't the point the pint was that he fucking followed him. Who did he think he was? Did it mean that he knew about Malia as well? Was he like waiting him to confess? He might have got pissed off by Tracy when he heard her and the other girls talking about Allison but it was nothing.
'You have to quit lacrosse,' said Derek casually and walked toward his window
'Are you insane?!'
He stopped and then turned back for a second, 'You have no other choice. Tomorrow you might not be so lucky that your coach cancels.'
Scott opened his mouth shocked with a sudden realization, 'Was that you?' He didn't thought much to coach's absence but now…
Derek nodded at his hand. He looked down following his gaze only to realize that he pressed his fingers so hard into his palm he was bleeding.
He looked up but Derek was already gone.
He didn't even notice he was bleeding or pressing his fingers to begin with.
'Scott dinner,' his mom shouted from downstairs.
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Malia was lying in Stiles's bed. It's not that it wasn't comfy. It was really. It's not she wasn't feeling free and clean. She was she just showered. It was great to feel the hot water hit her body. It's not that she wasn't tired. She was. But… the bed was just too comfy.
She used to sleep on the ground and leafs and dirt and she liked it. She sat up and looked at Stiles who was calmly sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag, undisturbed. She couldn't believe it. Just a day ago she was the one sleeping on the floor as a coyote. Now she was a human girl lying in a bed.
She looked at her hands for a moment. She could see them perfectly even in the dark. She got out of the bed and walked toward him. She lied down right next to him feeling his warm right next to her and yet out of reach.
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Stiles woke up. It took his a moment to realize why he was awake in the first place. He wasn't dreaming but he was having a decent sleep and enjoyed it by the way he was a bit out of the reality when he woke up.
He realized that the reason for his drastic and sudden awakening was Malia.
She was sitting upward next to him trembling and letting out those terrible sounds she let out as a coyote but she was human.
He blinked reality of what happened coming back to him.
Cutie. Car. Malia.
He reached his hand but stopped as the sudden move startled her.
'Hey, M. It's okay,' he mumbled and she looked down at him finally focusing on something other than the sudden mix of feelings and senses. She didn't know what she was again. What was she?
'Malia.'
She felt Stiles's hand in her hair scratching her skull just like he would when she was coyote. It was like balsam at her soul at the moment.
Her breathing calmed down a bit and she laid back down her hands going instantly around Stiles's arm.
He sighed as well and moved his hand to brush her face. She had such soft skin.
'I'm terrified,' she whispered after what seemed like forever.
'Me too,' he whispered back.
She snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes. Breathing in his familiar scent and thinking about the time they were children and life was easy. It felt like forever honestly.
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Allison woke up early. She wasn't much of a morning person but ever since Scott got turn she didn't feel like sleeping much. She instantly texted both of her boys to make sure they and human cutie were okay.
She couldn't help but feel relieved when they texted her back and partly amused…(okay totally amused) when Stiles texted her back.
Malia's hair is like a bird's nest.
He even sent a picture of a very-very mop hair and not it a good way and Malia's confused look as there's a fucking broken in half in her hands.
She broke it trying to part her hair.
Allison laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes.
Biting her lip she called Stiles immediately, 'Okay, you brownheads. I'll come after school with girl products and some clothes. So you don't look like his slave, Malia.'
She just then realized that Malia might not have even understand her.
'He would be my.'
She blinked as she heard Malia's voice. It seemed much more like a girl's voice now.
'What?'
'Stiles would be my slave.'
She honestly laughed at that and the complaint she heard from Stiles who instantly took the phone and told her to let him know if something bad happened to text him immediately.
She promised.
She got dressed and walked downstairs. Her mom was on her phone with one of her employees, at the boutique she owned in town. She saw her dad sitting in the backyard with a cup of coffee on the small table.
'Good morning, what are you doing?' she asked as she walked outside curious. Her father rarely was just enjoying himself like this. He was a busy man just like her mom.
'Good morning,' he said and took the cup, 'I'm just looking at the tree there.'
Allison looked up as well. There was a swing on the tree. She didn't use it in years but she remembered playing with it the first time they moved and Scott and Stiles came to visit. They had so much fun those days.
'Me and Kate use to have a same tree back in France. We use to have a swing there too.'
She looked back at him. Her father rarely spoke about her aunt Kate. It was kind of a taboo in the family. She didn't remember much about her aunt. Just that she used to be her favourite person until one day man in white came for her and took her away. She was so scared that day. It wasn't until later than she understood that her aunt was sick and they took her to a mental institution. She never saw her after that.
'Mom once said I look quite like her. I think she's really beautiful.'
Her father smiled for a bit and nodded, 'Yeah, she is. You're not under housearrest anymore just promise me you'll always let me know where you are. I don't want to pick you up every time you go running to Stiles or Scott's, alright?'
Allison wondered if he thought about his childhood with Kate in France. About how things use to be about how she was when she was…okay? Did she know about the werewolves? Maybe they told the kids later about the family secret… maybe that drove her insane.
She shivered a bit. She remembered those words cutting through her like a knife that day.
'They looked so so beautiful Ally. You look beautiful to.' She didn't remember what happened afterwards just later yet the words always made her uneasy. Maybe she should try to remember. The more she finds out about her family the more she's unsure about it.
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Stiles through a popcorn into Malia's mouth just as his phone went off. He looked at it.
Scott.
He picked up, 'What's up, Scotty? Man, we're having such a blast-'
'S-stiles,' he heard his friend's voice sounding terrible. He froze and Malia got alarmed.
'Scott, what's wrong?'
'Stiles…I can't-I can't hold it… I'm-I'm going to hurt someone. I'm going to shift,' he said his voice filled with pain he was holding back.
'Okay, just…hide, okay? We'll be right there, okay? Buddy? Okay?'
'Stiles…please hurry.'
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To be continued…
Chapter Five: Cold Sharp Teeth On My Neck Keep Me Warm