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
A.N: I would like to thank all of you who add the story to their favs but mainly the people who review especially Ana XD your review seriously made up my days :3 I have to be honest I wasn't expecting this story to be such a success so I'm really happy you like it and continue to read it.
Enjoy
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Chapter Five: Cold Sharp Teeth On My Neck Keep Me Warm
'So she broke it?' asked Scott as he and Allison walked into the classroom.
'Basically. It's kind of funny though, right?'
'Yeah, a lot,' he chuckled as they sat down next to each other. It was seriously funny. Allison showed him the picture and he couldn't help but laugh as well at Malia's confused look.
'Hey, Scott.'
He looked up. Tracy was standing by his desk. He blinked at the girl. He hasn't spoken to her since she was so mean to Allison. He was very protective of his friends. They all were protective about each other. What Tracy did was serious mean and it was one of those things they hated about popular kids. He wanted to play this year and sure getting invited to parties and other things were cool but that didn't mean he would forget his friends or something. Especially his friends who stood by him despite the fact that he was turned into a freaking werewolf. He still had a hard time getting a grip about it.
The girl waited but as he showed little interest in actually greeting her back she gave him an awkward smile and continued, 'How are you? I texted you last night… uh…Lydia gave me your number.'
How the hell Lydia even has my number?
Scott sighed. It wasn't really good at this, blowing other people off. Just because they used to do it to him didn't mean that he was made of the same material to do so.
'Tracy.'
'Is there something wrong?' she asked sweetly.
Scott looked up at her, 'Should there be?'
'Well, you seem a little off. Is something bothering you?' she asked like she really interested and Scott had a feeling she was but she still was mean about Allison and he couldn't forgive that so easily. Furthermore it made him angry which worried him. Derek was right he could feel it. He was close to shifting right there when he heard it. He still was. He pressed his fingers against his tight and started counting.
He looked down, 'No.'
He didn't look back up until Tracy left confused about his sudden cold behavior. When he did look back up Allison looked confused as well but didn't ask him what was the matter and just looked back to the front.
It was okay because he didn't really want to admit what was the matter anyway. She was his best friend and she would be hurt even if she was possibly the strongest person he knew if someone was bitching on her like that. He hated when she was sad or cried. It really broke his heart. Although, he always hated to admit that Stiles was right he did have a point. Scott knew he had a soft spot for Allison. He sometimes wondered if it wasn't just a subconscious thing due to the fact that she was a girl and therefore she needed protection more than Stiles did. He wouldn't want Stiles to get hurt either but Allison was just…well Allison.
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'Okay, did I do something?' asked Tracy just as they left the class. He felt like rolling his eyes. He couldn't blame her for not trying which was why he really had to wonder if she didn't actually like him because why else would she try this hard, right?
He turned around toward her and nodded at Allison to signal her to meet her later.
Tracy watched the exchange for a second before she nodded and said, 'Okay, someone told you about what I said about Allison.'
'That she's a prude and has an eating disorder?' he asked, 'And that's the light version? Yeah,' he said and started to walk again but she stopped him once again.
'Okay,' she closed her eyes, 'I'm really sorry about that.'
He felt like chuckling, 'You don't get the point if you're apologizing to me, Tracy.'
He was about to turn around when she stopped him, 'Look don't blame me, okay? I like you and when you two look so much like this cute couple it sucks.'
The bell rang. He seriously didn't have time to deal with this although it surprised him that she just said it like that and that she wasn't lying. He was getting really good at reading heart beats.
'We're just friends, Tracy.'
'Yeah, tell yourself that more often cause you're awfully possessive and protective for someone who's just a friend,' she said sounding annoyed and walked away. He watched her for a moment before he ran to his next class.
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Sheriff Stilinski kept on staring at his evidence board when Chris Argent came inside with two coffee cups, 'Hey, brought you your break time. Black no sugar.'
The other man smiled at him and took the cup, 'Thanks, honey. Don't know what I would do without you.'
Chris chuckled and sat down in front of his desk, 'Save it for later, dear.'
He looked at the board behind him for a moment before he nodded at it and asked sounding casual. He did this for years and was seriously good in it.
'So what you got there? The body in the woods?'
'Half of a body in the woods, gang war in the woods from the look of the arsenal which was used and oh a missing guidance counselor. Take your pick?'
'Seems messy,' he mumbled and drank a bit, 'You think it's all connected?'
'Call me crazy but I have a serious feeling in my gut it is.'
This was the thing Chris was most afraid of when he met John Stilinski. He wasn't some stupid cop. He was sharp and bright and damn hard to trick sometimes. He could see that his wheels spun in the right direction and it often caused him a lot of headaches not to get him involve or to get him a suitable answer. He liked John from time first moment he met him exactly for that reason as well but he had to admit that a big part of them being friends wasn't just that and the fact that their kids hung out. He was always getting first-hand information this way. It wasn't like John was breaking any laws. He didn't tell him what he couldn't and he didn't press him since he knew it would be no use but John liked to talk things out loud to someone from time to time to get a better view on things. And he liked to drink which even though was a terrible thing to be doing helped Chris once or twice to weasel information out of him. If not that he had another way to get them out of the station walls.
'Okay? The guidance counselor killed the girl and went to shot all his bullets in the woods before he skipped town?' suggested Chris wondering how he was even capable to think up that stupidity and actually say it out loud.
John shot him a look, 'Thank God, you never wanted to be cop.'
He pointed at him, 'Hey, it's always easy to be a critic.'
John chuckled just as one of the deputies came into his office. Chris often stopped by for coffee or lunch and sometimes Melissa McCall did, so the two were basically invisible in the precinct since they came so often.
'Sir,' he said not even registration that he was in the room with someone else, 'Derek Hale is here. I took him to interrogation room one.'
If Chris wasn't a trained hunter he would have choked on his coffee but he was a he knew that for all John knew he didn't have any idea who Derek Hale even was.
John gave him a surprise look and then looked back at Chris who asked, 'Who's Derek Hale?'
'The brother of the victim,' he said and placed the cup down.
'So you finally IDed her?'
John nodded, 'No, but we have a good lead it could be Laura Hale. Maybe he will clear a few things up for us. Catch up with you later, okay?'
Chris nodded and watched as John left. He watched him go before he stood up from his chair and walked toward one of the deputies and casually stopped next to him looking as if he was checking his phone.
'I want to know exactly what he will say,' he ordered to the younger hunter who nodded.
Chris left after that and hoped for Derek and John's good he wouldn't say something he shouldn't have.
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Scott was getting dressed when he heard a conversation.
'Go! Just do it!' said Jackson to Keith who glared at him. The blonde then made his way toward him.
Now what?
'Hey, uh, Scott?' he asked carefully like he was afraid of him. Scott blinked and looked over at him. From all the jocks on their team Keith was one of the few good guys who didn't torture him and Stiles that much and usually were pretty decent toward them.
'Hey, Keith, what is it?'
'I wanted to ask you something…It's about Allison,' he started softly. Scott felt like hitting his head against his locker.
Not again!
To be completely honest this happened a few times. They either asked to make sure he or Stiles and Allison weren't dating or simply for their approval or opinion but boys just loved to get in trouble by asking Allison out. Getting in trouble because they either A, failed profoundly or B Chris Argent. Enough said.
'Yeah?'
If he was a really good person he would stop Keith right there but something still told him that he was asking for it.
Then again, it often looked like he was possessive and too protective about Allison apparently. Everyone needed to step up their assumption bus. They were just friends.
'Do you think I might have a chance with her? I mean she's super hot, you know?'
Okay, he takes everything back. Keith is a dick like the rest of the assholes.
'I mean come on those legs and-'
Not listening. Not listening. Not listening.
He didn't want to prove Derek right. He seriously didn't but hell he was going to punch the dude and it would get ugly.
'-I bet you guys already hooked up-'
He looked him right into the eyes and he stopped talking. Keith wasn't sure what it was but Scott looked suddenly seriously scary. He's never seen him look like that. Hell, he never saw anyone look like that. It freaked him out. It was supposed to be a joke. He just wanted to see if he would piss McCall off not this. He didn't even want to do it. Jackson made him.
'Hey, Jackson told me to say those things, okay?'
He quickly walked away from him not even looking back despite that he could feel his eyes on his back. It gave him goosebumps.
Scott then looked over to Jackson who just shot him a glare before he turned around. He didn't like McCall and he hoped he would show him today on the field that he didn't belong there and that the only place for him was the bench.
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Scott was walking out from the lockers room.
'Hello, Scott,' said a man who was standing right behind the door suddenly.
Scott blinked and turned around to look at him. The man didn't look familiar yet there was something about him which signaled to Scott that he knew him somehow.
He blinked, 'Uh, hello, can I help you?'
The man smiled at that and took a step closer. He was tall with longer hair than he should have and kind of creep because Scott got the chills just by standing next to him.
'Yes,' he put his hand the back of Scott's neck. Scott frowned at that. He didn't like strangers touching him. He tried to move but the man held him tightly.
'I want you to kiss Allison…with your teeth,' he spoke calmly.
Scott's eyes widened at his words. He tried to break free but before he knew what was happening a sharp pain shot through his neck.
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The Sheriff sat down opposite to the young man. He met Talia Hale once or twice because of work but he could tell that Derek looked a lot like. He tried to think about what the man was going through. True, he might be involved in some way but if not he was a lonely man who just lost his last living sibling after already losing most of his family. He knew what losing someone you love felt like but so many people? How deep and devastating might that be? Didn't it completely kill him inside?
'Thank you for coming Mr. Hale. You're a hard man to find,' he said calmly opening the file for a moment.
Derek nodded, 'I'm sorry about that I didn't know you were looking for me. I didn't think that something happened to Laura. At least not something like this.'
'Can we start from the beginning?'
He nodded again, 'We lived in New York after…the fire. A week ago she packed her things and decided to come to town. We come from time to time. Our parents are buried here on the cemetery...Uh, is it true?' he asked hoping he sounded right for the situation.
'Did you find only the half?' it was terribly hard to ask not because he wanted to know the answer. He knew that already but the fact itself was just terrifying. He will kill him for that. He had to.
'Yes.'
Derek looked away for a moment.
'So she went to visit your parents?' asked the Sheriff after a moment and Derek nodded.
'Alone.'
'She was going through some things. She just broke up with her girlfriend who went to doctors without borders.'
'Though breakup?'
'More like sad one.'
'Has the ex left already?' asked the sheriff rethinking the possibility.
'Yeah, she left before Laura came here.'
'So what happened? She didn't call and you got worried?'
'Exactly, she called me when she came to town,' he admitted. The sheriff would surely found a record of the call.
'But I assumed it was just that she wanted to visit the graves. She was supposed to call me the next day but ever since then her phone was off. So I decided to come as well.'
The sheriff nodded. It made sense so far. 'Okay, so when did you come to town?'
This was a tricky question. But he had been prepared by Braeden.
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'It's a tricky question,' she said as she was sitting on the old stairs. She shouldn't have come when it was so dangerous but she did right after he came back from Scott's. She suggested that he should finally come to cops since it was only a matter of time before they knew for sure that it was Laura. Then he would have some real explaining to do and he might end up being the suspect number one.
'So you're worried?' he asked with raised eyebrows.
She smirked, 'Wouldn't you want me to be.'
He rolled his eyes at her and walked a bit closer. She sobered up as well and explained, 'Look. It will be really suspicious if you don't come to the station looking for your sister since it's the reason you're in town in the first place. You can't have them think you're a suspect. You'll have a target on your back, okay?'
'Okay.'
She nodded, 'It's simple really. The Sheriff will want to know when you got here. Laura had been here for a week when did you come?' she asked.
Derek looked at her for a while before he answered, 'The same night she was killed.'
She straightened her back her expression changing, 'Wait you did?'
He nodded, 'I don't know the time of death but I came sometime during 10 P.M.'
She opened her mouth to say something. He could tell it was going to be a pity talk but she stopped herself as if she realized that they weren't friends and she couldn't say those things too often.
He didn't want her to say it anyway. He lived with the guilt all his life. He grew familiar with it. He didn't want it to go away ever. It was all he had left.
'Let's just hope she died earlier.'
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Sheriff's lips pressed into a tight line. Derek wasn't sure what would have been a worse answer. If he wasn't even close to Beacon Hills to safe her in time or if he missed the chance completely or perhaps if he was so close in was practically within his reach and he still missed it.
The Sheriff answered. As devastating as it would sound Derek was glad that his guilt didn't go away.
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Allison sat on the bench and watched as the player came out of the field.
'McCall?' shouted the coach and looked around, 'Has anyone seen McCall?'
He turned toward the benches and nodded at Allison, 'Argent? Have you seen McCall?'
She was about to shake her head when Scott appeared next to the coach, 'Sorry, coach.'
The older man waved at him and whistled, 'Okay, everyone on their position.'
Allison smiled at Scott but it didn't stick since she instantly noticed the dull look in his eyes as he looked at her.
Weird.
He ran toward the field and took his spot.
'Looks like your boyfriend got a fan club already.'
Allison looked to the side only to find Lydia Martin looking at the field with a smirk. She blinked and looked at the bench a few seats higher where Tracy and a few other girls were sitting and giggling about something.
'He's not my boyfriend and I doubt they actually know the rules to lacrosse.'
'You're not wrong,' said the strawberry blond and watched the game.
Allison turned toward the field as well. She didn't understand why Lydia didn't sit with the other girlfriends or her little ground of followers. Lately the girl went out of her way to talk to her and Scott. It was strange and she didn't trust it one bit.
'Okay, so you want to have Scott in your ground,' she said, 'you don't need me.'
Lydia chuckled at that, 'I don't know what you're talking about Scott and you guys seem nice.'
Allison raised her brows. She would almost have believed her. Almost but with everything Stiles told her which he picked on Lydia over the years she knew she could play dumb really good.
'Right, so you're not trying to win him over or something just cause he's getting popular.'
'Scott's getting popular? I didn't notice.'
Yeah because you personally invite everyone to your party like it's not a big deal.
She shook her head and focused on the game. She really missed Stiles right now. If he would be obsessing about Lydia sitting with them at least he wouldn't let her talk to Allison. She hated to admit it but she was kind of scared of her. She was the typical queen bee and the last night Allison wanted was to be on her bad side. She could literally torture her if she wanted to.
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Jackson ran to Scott for a moment and hissed into his ear, 'You may have gotten out of the bench, McCall but let me get this straight. You'll always be a benchwarmer.'
Scott looked up at him and Jackson froze. There was something about Scott's look which wasn't right. It wasn't a typical look that he saw on the losers face or anyone's for that matter. It was distant. Cold. Wrong in a way.
Jackson blinked feeling nervous just by looking at him he quickly ran back to his position trying to shake the feeling off.
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It was close to the end of the practice when Scott got Jackson to the ground. Allison and Lydia both stood up on reflex as they watched coach running toward the two to make sure Jackson was okay. He got him off the ground and started yelling at Scott. After a moment Scott walked out of the field just as he was near the benches he looked up and Allison saw his eyes. They were glowing yellow.
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Allison ran into the lockers room after Scott.
'Scott, it's okay,' she said and as she stopped in track. Scott was on the ground under the showers holding his head in hands shaking.
She froze. Was he turning? Shifting? But it wasn't a full moon but it wasn't one the night he ran out of her room to save Malia either.
She swallowed and slowly started walking toward him. It was way too slowly but she couldn't bring herself to move faster. She wanted to help him. She was terrified but she couldn't and wouldn't let that stop her. Scott was her best friend and she would help him anyway she could. Just like they always help each other out. Besides he stopped when he recognized Stiles that first time. He would recognize her. He had to. That's just the way it was. They were best friends. He would see her and he would calm down… He would…He had to…
He was still on the ground breathing hard. She stopped right in front of him and hesitated only for a second. She needed to help him before the others would come.
Licking her lips she leaned forward him, 'Scott?'
Her voice was barely louder than a whisper yet Scott shot out from his position and knocked her to the ground.
Allison let out a loud scream since the action scared her. As her back hit the ground she let out a hiss and closed her eyes.
Once she opened them her brown eyes met with wild glowing yellow ones. Her breath caught in her throat. Her brain froze. Scott shifted and looked like he would gladly rip out that throat of hers to get that breath out. He looked like a monster.
'S-scott,' she let out breathlessly.
He grabbed her by the arms, his claws ripping her sleeves.
'No, Scott, stop,' she let out.
He got her from the ground and moved to her to the wall of the showers. He looked nothing like Scott as he was holding her in place staring at her.
She was looking back at him. He didn't do anything yet. He just stared at her and held her so she would move.
His breathing was hard and he sounded angry a little bit as his breaths hit her face.
He moved toward her for a moment and she prayed that he wouldn't do anything to her. She wanted to believe him that he wouldn't but she couldn't be sure. She thought she could but being here right now in his arms just inches away from his fangs should her just how much she couldn't trust him like this.
Scott pressed his face against her hair and started breathing in deeply.
Allison blinked. Feeling Scott so close to her created a confusing feeling inside her. She was scared but nervous in an oddly good way too. Her mind went blank but her feelings didn't. She felt like this before. Sometimes when she got too close to Scott or occasionally Stiles. It was an intense feeling of nervousness. A feeling she never acted on because it was just that a feeling, a reaction, stupid hormones…nothing more.
She swallowed and watched as Scott moved away from her hair, his face revealing a kind of confused look on his face. He titled his head to the side like she saw cutie did a few times when she didn't understand a command or something they told her.
He breathed in again and she wondered if he could smell how scared she was and the odd nervousness and if he knew what it meant. Despite the situation she shouldn't help thinking it would be complete embarrassing if he did and later remembered.
He let go of one of her arms and moved his claws toward her face.
Please, don't hurt. Don't hurt me.
The cold claws of two of his fingers touched her bottom lip. The tremble that never felt her got worse after that. She wasn't sure what he was going to do but she didn't want him to do anything. Definitely not when he was thinking like an animal.
'Scott-don't,' she said her breath caught on his fingertips.
That seemed to set him off. His claws moved to her chin and he grabbed her there.
No! No! NO!
'S-cott,' she tried to talk but her words died on her lips as he pressed her chin more tightly.
In the next moment he captured her lips in his biting her hard in the process because of his mouth full of sharp fangs.
She let out a pained noise which was hardly heard since it got buried under the kiss.
No, this is not right! Stop! Scott, stop!
It was one of the most terrifying experiences of her life. She wanted to scream but fear paralyzed her in that moment. Why was he doing this? Why? Scott didn't have feelings for her. They were best friends. Scott she knew cared for her, protected her, made her feel good about herself. Scott was a good person. The best person she knew. Scott wouldn't do this. Not Scott…
What's happening?
He bit her lip hard after that and she couldn't take it anymore. Reflex kicked in and she pushed at him. She must have caught him by surprise because she managed to get him off of her.
He looked at her for a moment complete shocked before he let out a groan and tried to attack her.
With a scream she managed to get away from him and ran toward the side of the lockers. He was chasing her and she was sure that if he would get her now he would hurt her…bad.
She grabbed everything she could and tried to hit him with it but it was useless. Her only chance was to get to the door. What then? He would follow her and everyone would see him. Her dad would find out. He would kill him. He would…He would…
He caught her leg and she screamed right before she lost her balance and hit the floor. Pain shot through her nose. It started bleeding.
He spun her around and raised his hand. She was sure he was going to rip her throat. The angle, the way his eyes glowed with pure animalistic rage, the way he looked nothing like Scott…
She knew what he was going to do. She closed her eyes.
She did so as tightly as she could. It was almost painful. She couldn't look though. She couldn't look because she didn't want the last thing that she saw to be her best friend killing her.
In that moment Allison for the first time felt just how strong she was when she was lying on the floor waiting for her death without letting out a single pip.
She didn't know what was happening. She couldn't quite get a grip of reality as she was suddenly pulled up from the ground by Stiles. She didn't even think about what was Stiles doing there in the first place since he was supposed to stay home with Malia.
She didn't think or listened as he told her that they needed to hide and that it was going to be okay. She didn't think when she looked over and saw Malia fighting with Scott.
She finally started thinking again when Scott smashed Malia against the same shower wall as he had Allison just a while ago she woke up from her trance state.
Malia let out a groan and punched Scott sending him to the ground. It only made him angrier and he went after her again.
Stiles watched completely shocked as Malia and Scott fought like animals and looking like ones too.
When Scott seemed to have the upper hand on Malia he tried to get her to the ground Stiles let go of Allison and in reflex he tried to reach them. He wasn't sure what he would do if he actually caught Scott's attention. Later he thought that maybe he was hoping Scott would remember him again.
'Stiles get back!' She shouted and pushed him away as Scott's claws tore the skin on her shoulder.
That was it for her. She smashed him into the nearest locker but he was angrier than her and managed to push her away.
He tried to go for her neck so in a second she broke his key bone in a quick squeeze making him cry in pain and turn back.
'Oh my God!' gasped Stiles as Scott fell against her and both of them kneeled to the ground Malia trying to support Scott's weight a bit as he was in pain and couldn't move too much.
Scott pressed his head for a moment against Malia's shoulder breathing hard before he looked up. 'What happ-'
'You tried to kill us,' said Stiles brushing his mouth and went to Scott and Malia.
'Pain. Human,' she said and moved her face against the back of Scott's head for comfort. Stiles had to wonder if this was what she would do if she was still a coyote for a moment.
'Okay-just-just let me have a look, okay?' he asked and started checking the damage Malia had done with his fingers against Scott's bones.
'Okay, it looks like she uh-cracked it good… I can't believe I'm saying this… it's going to heal right,' said Stiles swallowing a bit. He kind of felt like throwing up now. The sound of Scott's breaking bone was now replaying inside his head and he wished it wasn't so disgusting.
'Al-Allison,' mumbled Scott and looked behind Stiles to Allison who was still standing near the lockers.
'I-I'm so-so sorry, Allison,' he said his voice sounding off a little bit like Malia's had at first.
She looked at him and then at Stiles and Malia who were looking at her as well. All three were waiting for what she was going to say. Although Malia had problems with words she knew that Allison had to show that she still believed Scott for him otherwise he would blame himself more. Still she could sense how terrified Allison was and so could Scott.
'It's-it's okay…it wasn't you.'
She was desperate to believe it. She was desperate to believe him but he hurt her. He tried to kill her. He kissed her and cut her with his teeth.
If Malia still had her coyote ears they would shot up when she heard the nearby sounds. She suddenly got Scott up, 'Others are coming. We have to leave.'
Stiles nodded immediately and got up as well. He looked at Allison who brushed her face some blood getting on her face, 'I-uh-I can't .Dad's picking me up.'
Stiles shook his head, 'Okay, you have to clean that up. He can't see you with a nose like that.'
'You can't keep Scott here,' she argued.
'What's going on?' demanded Lydia suddenly as she walked into the lockers.
Her eyes widened as she looked from Scott who was hanging over Malia's shoulder to Allison who looked like she was just in a bar fight.
'What the hell happened to you two? !'
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Scott kept his face pressed into Malia's shoulder on the whole ride to his house on the back of Stiles's jeep. Something about her smell absorbed in Stiles's hoody helped him a lot to get back to himself. It was so familiar in a way it calmed him down.
'He-he did something to me,' he mumbled against the hoodie.
Malia looked down at him. She was staring out of the window trying to remember the streets they were passing by while she tried to tell herself that it didn't matter if she did or not because she never actually visited Scott's house before anyway.
'He did that to me too-he took something…the accident,' she started playing with her fingers subconsciously, 'He made me watch again…He made me feel it again.'
He shook his head, 'I can't remember but he told me something…'
'Why would he do that what does he want?' asked Stiles from the front who was watching the road and occasionally looking back at the two on the backseat.
Malia frowned, 'Pack. Revenge. Anger. Pain.'
Scott leaned away from her to look at her and so did Stiles, 'That's what you felt from him?'
She nodded, 'It's hard to…connect the smells to words but yeah more or less.'
Scott gave her a small smile, 'You'll learn.'
She grinned back at him.
'Do you think that Allison will ever forgive me?'
'Look, she knows it wasn't you cause it wasn't, okay?'
'She's afraid,' mumbled Malia but added, 'But you're her friend.'
'See, even M gets it and she's lacking on social skills,' said Stiles as he stopped by Scott's house, 'Don't stress about it. We have to find a way to help you calm down. M?'
She looked at him, 'How do you calm down?'
She blinked and looked back at Scott and then back at Stiles before she returned to Scott again, 'I don't know. I wasn't angry yet.'
Scott sighed, 'That's that help.'
'Hey, it's not her fault,' defended her Stiles before he asked further, 'Okay, how about when you were fighting Scott? Weren't you angry?'
Malia thought about it for a moment again. She tried to go through what happened and how she felt. She knew how she felt. She acted as a pack member which was weird cause she never was in a pack and Allison was human. Yet when she sensed her fear through the halls it was instinct. She shifted. She ran. She fought. She protected. 'I wasn't angry angry. I just wanted to stop Scott.'
'Maybe you were just focused on that and your instincts adapted to the main goal?'
Malia shrugged. She didn't really understand it but as long as it was working in her favor she was fine with it.
Stiles thought about the idea and it didn't make him feel comfortable or safe at all though. She wasn't angry yet but what if she really did get angry what would she be able to do?
'Maybe you should talk with Derek to-'
'No, Derek doesn't know about Malia,' cut in Scott, 'I didn't tell him and sort of lied about it?' he brushed his face, 'We still don't know what his deal is and we can't risk the possibility that he might be the alpha.'
'Who's Derek?' asked Malia.
'Derek Hale, his house burnt down a little after you turned into a coyote,' he said, 'Half of his family was inside…they were werewolves too.'
Malia blinked listening to that. Stiles was worried about telling her things like this. She disappeared when she was nine and she was basically still a child, right? He didn't want to trigger anything either.
She looked outside the window. She wondered about something on their way to pick up Scott, 'Were they bitten like Scott?'
Both boys looked at her, 'No, Derek said he was born that way…whatever the hell that means.'
She looked back at Stiles and shook her head, 'I don't remember being bitten.'
Stiles and Scott shared a look and Scott spoke, 'You think you were born like that too?'
She shrugged her shoulders, 'I don't know.'
Stiles watched her for a moment noticing that she got all sad and quickly tried to change the topic, 'Okay, we'll figure it out. Firstly you go home. Take a nap or whatever just calm down. I'll try to get more info on what's going on while babysitting M.'
'Hey!' She shot him a glare.
'Okay, while making up for the missing time with M,' he corrected and she grinned.
Scott nodded before he sighed, 'Do you think I should call her?'
Malia and Stiles shared a look. Both of them weren't sure what to do in that situation really. 'Try it.'
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Stiles stopped the car in front of the police station, 'Okay, Allison will come later with some clothes if her dad let's her so for now stay inside the car. I will be quick but I want to know what's going on with our school's shrink gone missing, okay?'
Malia looked at him, 'Guidance counselor.'
Stiles blinked for a moment confused before he chuckled, 'Right. I promise to be back soon. Will you be okay? On your own for a bit?'
She nodded with the same determination she always did like she wanted to make a point with the way she nodded and he smiled at her fondly.
As he was walking he kept on looking back to see if Malia was still in the car as if she would disappear if he stopped looking at her.
She turned to the front and looked around the jeep. She was breathing in its air. It was mostly Stiles's scent then Scott's and Allison's but there were also not so recent smells of inanimate things such as food and different drinks. She even smelled a little bit of alcohol if she wasn't mistaking at the back seat from one small spot where Scott incidentally spilled some.
She reached forward. Before they went to school Stiles spent a while convincing Malia to get into the car. She hadn't been in one since mom and Paige so it was definitely something. She started playing with her fingers now as she was for the first time alone in a car. She hated how…nervous? No, this was more than nervous how…anxious…yes, she realized she heard her mom say it a few times. She hated how anxious she felt right now.
Malia reached her hand to turn on the radio. Her dad always listened to radio when he was taking her and Paige to school.
She jumped when the music came on even though she was the one turning it on in the first place.
Stiles came back after what seemed like forever but was probably just half an hour. She grinned at him, 'Waiting is boring.'
'Yeah, sorry it took so long,' he said as he got inside, 'Missed me?'
She looked at him and grinned before she answered, 'Yes, very,' and she grinned again.
He returned the look dumbfounded for a second before he smiled as well and brushed her shoulder, 'Well, I'm here now so you can stop missing me.'
'But I do and I always will. I'm sorry I didn't always miss you when I was a coyote,' she said looking a little bit down all of the sudden.
'Hey-hey,' said Stiles and gently lifted her head up, 'What do you mean?'
'As a coyote I use to forget things…human things…I forgot everyone…dad, you…even myself-my human self,' she explained slowly for him to understand.
He nodded, 'I get that but to be fair you had a lot on your shoulders. You had to find yourself a den, food and stuff that couldn't have been easy.'
She shook her head, 'You shouldn't forget your family and friends, ever.'
Stiles smiled at her a bit at that, 'Okay, how about I won't let myself down for not looking for you and you won't let yourself down for not remembering, okay?'
She watched him for a moment before she realized this was one of the situations where she could hug him and did so. Hugging him felt nice. He was nice to hold onto.
Stiles gently rubbed her back. He really liked hugging her too. If for nothing else he really liked the feeling of actually feeling that she was here. It reminded him how crazy and surreal this was. A part of him wondered if he wouldn't wake up soon only to realize that it was all a dream and that Scott still had asthma and couldn't score for shit and Malia was…gone.
Holding her like this felt like everything.
'I like hugs,' she admitted as they pulled away because they needed to go.
He smiled, 'Me too, M. Me too.'
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'Dad, please, I need to go,' said Allison as she gathered the clothes into a huge bag.
'Who's this friend again?' asked her father who was standing in the doorway.
'Malia, she doesn't go to Beacon High and she has a bad income situation so I'm giving her clothes I don't wear. Mom said I should through them out so what's a better option?' she asked and put a few hair products into the bag as well.
She stopped for a second and her dad asked, 'What's wrong?'
'I completely forgot to ask Stiles what's her shoe number.'
'Stiles?'
'She was his friend first,' she answered quickly. Surprisingly, she wasn't lying at all. More like avoiding certain parts of the story which would make things confusing.
Chris looked at her a little longer trying to determinate what was off about the story.
'Oh, just let her,' said her mom as she passed the room by, 'I think it's good that she will have more room in her closet and get rid of the things she doesn't even wear.'
Allison smiled at her support and looked at her dad, 'See mom gets it.'
'Okay, so does this Malia have a surname?' he asked her still not feeling completely okay about it.
She sighed and turned toward him, 'Yes and I bet it's lovely but I didn't ask her for it.'
She was too worried they might have heard about the Tates or he would have mentioned it to Sheriff.
'Alright take the clothes to your friend-'
'She's at Stiles's now.'
Her mom raised her brows at that, 'Is she spending a lot of time there?'
Allison shrugged her shoulders, 'Not too much.'
What? She has been there for like two days as human the coyote ones don't count.
'Okay, but please be careful.'
Allison rolled her eyes, 'Yes, dad, I know I'm as clumsy as it gets.'
'Just thank that Lydia girl again for staying with you until I came.'
Allison smiled. Like her she will thank Lydia again. She already did, and okay she was kind of grateful that she was there, and that she surprisingly supported Allison's cover story. She said she cut her lip on the yogurt crucible and her nose started bleeding on her own. It's lame but it was the first thing that came to her mind. Still, Lydia helping her like that? It was weird. Not to mention she could tell that they shorter girl thought there was something suspicious about why Scott was hurt too but what else could she say? She didn't get that girl at all, sometimes.
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Malia sighed in relief as Allison finally gave her the consent to straighten up and turned off the water.
She was holding on to a towel that was covering her chest as Allison was washing her hair and teaching her how to use a conditioner. She even brushed her hair several times during the washing which made Malia all the more happy when they were finally done.
'Alright, now the fun part,' said Allison and sighed as well, 'Shaving.'
Malia didn't like the sound of that. Shaving what? Her hair? But wasn't the whole point of washing it so she could walk around with it? Why shave it now when it was all went and smelly?
She touched her hair but Allison shook her head smiling, 'No, silly, other hair.'
Malia looked really freaked out right now so she ordered her to take off her pants and sit on the bathtub and watch her.
'Thank you,' mumbled the werecoyote as Allison patiently dealt with her right leg perfectly focused.
Allison shook her head, 'No, it's fine. At least it gives me something to do and think about.'
'Scott's attack?' she asked looking at Allison's ruined lip. It was mostly on the inside of her mouth but it was still visible.
She nodded, 'I know he didn't mean to and that he's scared that I hate him or something. I'm going to apologize to him too but I'm…I'm scared. I never experienced anything like that in my life. I was sure I was going to die right there on the ground,' she said. She didn't even know she wanted to talk about it in the first place.
'Sorry, I babble too much sometimes,' she giggled.
Malia watched her for a moment before she spoke, 'I like it when you talk a lot. Stiles talks a lot too.' She thought about it. There was something about Allison which reminded her of Stiles. She liked when they talked to her like this. When she was a coyote Stiles brushed her fur and told her about his day or about whatever came to his mind. She liked the feeling it brought. It was like when she was little and her dad would read her fairy tales. It would always calm her down and bring her to sleep.
'Good,' giggled Allison, 'Cause I think I do it a lot when I'm nervous so.'
Malia grinned, 'Scott's good. He'll figure it out but he needs you… he needs us.'
Allison stopped shaving and nodded, 'I know. I need him too.'
'He'll understand that you're scared. He knows but if he's trying you have to try too.'
She smiled at her again, 'You're really good at pep talks, Malia.'
She blinked at her. A moment had passed before Malia asked, 'What's a pep talk?'
Allison giggled and after that explained to her. She let her shave her left leg on her own only occasionally instructing her and explaining to her everything she thought she might need to know about being a human girl again.
'I remember that,' she said as Allison explained something to her.
'Yeah?' asked Allison with a smile, 'See. You'll be just like any other regular girl in no time.'
Malia looked at her leg. She managed to cut herself but the cuts instantly healed.
'Lucky you. I would bleed,' said Allison as she helped her out of the tube afterwards, 'I was thinking if you would like to start studying a bit too.'
Malia looked at her, 'You know because you're like sixteen but you're really behind on things…it's not your fault but maybe it wouldn't be back to catch up on things if you ever want to go back to school. If you're ready, of course,' explained Allison and Malia thought about it. She noticed how Stiles did his homework when she started living here as a coyote and she understood that they were no longer nine and in the same school. Allison did have a point. Stiles couldn't stay with Malia forever at home and she was okay now but would she be okay on her own all the time?
'I like reading,' she said, 'Literature...maybe biology would be easy?'
Allison nodded at that, 'Yeah, I think you should start with that and see where it will go.'
They got out of the bathroom and went to Stiles's room where they were instantly confronted by him.
'Okay, just for what exactly will Malia need a formal dress?'
'Oi! You went through my stuff!' she complained and grabbed the black dress Stiles was holding in his hands irritated.
'It's Malia's stuff now and I have to be the judge of her things because she gets cold,' he said almost proudly.
Malia nodded the way she always did, 'I'm always cold.'
'See?'
Allison frowned at him, 'Whatever.'
She turned to Malia, 'From now on you're always on my side. It's called girl code.'
Malia blinked before she nodded at her and grinned.
'What just like that? You traitor,' accused her Stiles.
Malia gave him a shy look, 'But she shaved my leg.'
That shut Stiles up…at least for a while.
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'I think I want to read things,' said Malia as she packed/hid her new things into Stiles's closet so his dad wouldn't find them.
'Things? What things?' he asked from the spot on his bed.
'School things. You know to read and learn... something from literature.'
He shrugged his shoulders and walked to his bookcase, 'Okay, nerd. Something school and literature related? How about the books from my old compulsory readings? You can just read them and I'll explain the interpretation for you, hm?'
She thought about it for a moment before she nodded.
'Okay, something not too easy but also not too hard…'
Malia sat down on the bed as Stiles looked for the perfect book.
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Scott lied on his bed for what seemed like hours. He told himself he would give her a while before he would try and talk to her but she was his best friend and he didn't want her to feel like she couldn't trust him anymore even if that was how she should feel and how he definitely felt.
He closed his eyes and tried to rethink what had happened today. He was sure something had to happen the moment he walked out of the lockers' room because until then he could remember everything clearly. But what happened?
'Hope you at least did your homework.'
He opened his eyes and sat up. He must have fallen asleep because Allison was now standing in his room. He locked his door when he came home but left the window open so she must have snuck in. Pretty good considering that he could now hear cars on the other side of the street if he wanted to.
Scott looked at Allison uneasy, 'So how are you?'
'I'm fine, you? Stiles said you calmed down at home.'
He nodded, 'Yeah-I Allison I'm terribly so unbelievably sorry.'
He closed his eyes, 'I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.'
She sighed and moved closer to him, 'Scott, it's okay. It wasn't you-'
'But it was you. Never, not even in the worst nightmare I would have thought I would hurt you and I did-Jesus did I seriously bit your lip? Like what the hell?'
She chuckled a bit at that despite the seriousness of the situation, 'Sorry, I just thought of a bad joke.'
He smiled just a little bit and moved closer. He didn't dare to step closer to her ever since the attack. He was waiting for her approval or for a sign that she was okay with him being around.
She shrugged, 'We'll figure it out…somehow we'll just find a way to turn you back. You should go to Derek. I'll try to dig up something in my house.'
'Just be super careful, okay?' he asked and she smiled at him fully now, 'Don't worry scarycat. I wouldn't let them find out about you, Scott.'
'No Allison, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble,' he clarified and took her hand, 'I will make it up to you.'
And make you not be afraid of me. He hoped he would as he could feel the shiver that ran through her went their skin touched.
They hugged and he pressed her as close to him as he could. She was alive and safe and breathing and here. He couldn't get this feeling of fear from almost tearing her to pieces, literally, out of his system.
She pulled away and put her hands on his face, 'I trust you.'
He chuckled and shook his head, 'You shouldn't. I don't.'
'I don't trust the werewolf but you, Scott, I trust completely,' she assured him and he believed her. He wouldn't hurt her but the werewolf part could and would.
He had to find a way to reverse it. He had to find a way to turn back. He would. Whatever or how long it would take he would find a way to not be a threat to his friends and family.
Scott's phone went off and he picked up after he showed Allison that it was Stiles.
'Okay, big news, Derek came to the station today,' he said just as Scott put him on speaker.
'Your dad told you?' he asked surprised.
'No, I bribed Mackenzie. She loves cupcakes from Patsy's.'
Scott chuckled and shook his head, 'You're such a cockroach, you know that? You would have found a way to survive anywhere and get anything you want, wouldn't you?'
'It's a great skill I know,' he replied, 'Anyway, he came and he talked with my dad. He also IDed the body so it's no doubt it's Laura Hale…well half of the body. Also I totally forgot to tell you Mr. Mathews has gone missing. They found his car.'
'Our guidance counselor?' asked Allison confused.
'Yeah, in a few hours he will be officially missing but right now they're just making sure.'
'Do they think it's connected?'
'They're not sure but his car was found near the woods.'
Allison looked at Scott, 'You have to go talk to Derek about what happened.'
'We also need to get to the camera system in the school,' said Stiles suddenly, 'Think about it. He had to somehow get in, right? To scratch you.'
Scott didn't even think about that but he had to be right. Their school had cameras on a lot of places so it was possible that one of the caught him.
'Okay, you guys can figure out the cameras while I'll go to Derek.'
'Do you even know where he is?' asked Allison.
'I'll try to find him with my senses. I hope.'
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'Stiles,' said Malia suddenly.
He turned his chair to look at her and noticed how wet her cheeks were and that she was still on the same page as she was when she opened the book. He just got off the phone with Scott and was thinking about how exactly he could get ahold of school camera footage.
Stiles rushed out of his chair knocking it over.
'Hey-hey-hey, M, what's wrong?' he asked his hands on her face actually feeling the tears.
Her voice trembled as she said, 'I can't remember the alphabet.'
He opened his mouth for a moment before he let out a humorless nervous chuckled, 'Cutie, that's okay.'
She shook her head. Seeing Malia crying and devastated was the worst possible look ever. He brushed her cheeks with his fingers. She looked so fragile. He wanted to take away all that sorrow and make her smile again. It pained him to see her like that. He cared for her so deeply it was literally painful.
'Hey-hey, look at me. You just haven't seen them in a long time. It's okay. Did you forget the whole thing or just some letters?'
'Some-'
'Okay, see, that's okay. You're just trying too hard. You're not stupid or anything, M. You just forgot, okay?'
She looked at him her eyes still wet.
'Okay?' he asked again smiling at her this time to assure her.
She sighed and nodded.
'See, okay. Come on, move over, and we'll just read out loud together.'
He sat down next to her and she brushed her face a bit.
He blinked as he got close to her hair, 'Hey, you smell nice.' She really did smell lovely. She just got out of the shower and her hair started to dry up. He only had a first-hand experience form Allison so far but it made him think that all the girls smelled lovely. He wondered if it was just a thing the girls did or something. On more occasions then one he knew that boys stank. Hell, he was on the lacrosse team. Girls? Girls always seem to smell good. It made him wonder if Lydia would smell just as nicely as Malia. Of course she would. She's Lydia.
Malia looked at him a bit confused, 'You can smell me?'
'Well, the shampoo is nice so your hair smells nice because of it,' he clarified.
She took a tip of her hair and breathed it in. It smelled like strawberry and honey. She liked it. It was girly but really nice.
She looked at Stiles and giggled, 'It makes me want to eat it.'
He grinned at her for a moment before he reached for the book. He really loved his silly friend more than ever. 'Okay, so, we can start by pointing out every letter in the alphabet and then go read out words, okay?'
She nodded and they started.
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A man outside of Stiles's house patiently listened to the boy and the girl inside as they were reading out loud slowly so the girl would remember how to read once again.
I liked that book in high school.
He turned around and walked away. The pup hurt the girl but didn't kill her which he didn't mind at all. He wasn't trying to get the girl killed that easy. Where would have been the fun in that? He wanted to know if the pup had it in him in the first place and he did.
Everything was working just the way he intended to.
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Chapter Six: I Love Learning I Just Hate Studying