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
Enjoy
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Chapter Eight: The Big Day
All of the teens froze.
The adults haven't noticed them yet. Stiles licked his lips his eye shooting to Malia's. He nodded his head to the side for her to try and sneak out of the room. Both werewolf and werecoyote could hear the four hearts echoing in the rooms.
Just as she got up Melissa called, 'Hey guys, good to see you're studying and not just fooling around.'
Scott closed his eyes tightly like he was preparing for the impact just as Allison looked at Malia who just stood still waiting for what was going to come.
John walked into the living room and looked at the girl. Everyone went quiet for that precious moment.
Stiles got up after he came back to his sense, 'Yo dad, what's up? How's work? You hungry? I think we could-'
'Stiles, who's this?' asked the Sheriff eyeing the girl with an unreadable look on his face.
Allison was the one who instantly started talking, 'This is Lia, our friend from school, she's joined us today to study.'
Malia looked at Allison and then at the Sheriff. It was weird to be hiding in his house for several weeks to just now see him. She remembered the man from her childhood human years. He worked with her dad. He used to pick her and Stiles up, and he was one of the kindest and funniest men she knew. She from time to time called him uncle John when she was little and he would always smiled at her and brush her hair.
'Hello,' she mumbled almost shyly. She knew that lying was part of her knew human life. She had to lie, so her friends wouldn't get in trouble, but lying to someone she knew like this felt so wrong.
'Hello, Lia. Nice to meet you,' he said and smiled. Stiles almost fainted from the intensity of the situation, 'Hope you're staying for dinner though.'
Malia smiled although Stiles and Scott saw that it didn't reach her eyes, 'Sure.'
John gave her one last look before he turned back to Melissa and told her that he would call take out. She walked into the room as well and started asking them how their day was. Stiles was the only one who didn't participate as he watched Malia who started playing with her fingers.
He quickly got up, 'Hey, uh, M. Can I show you the site I talked about now? Before dinner?'
She didn't say anything and just nodded and let herself be lead out of the room and upstairs while Allison and Scott talked with Melissa trying not to act like they wanted to be with Malia right now as well.
Once they reach the upstairs Malia's shoulders started to shake, ''M sorry.'
Stiles shook his head immediately and turned her around to face him, 'Whoa, hey-M, this isn't your fault or anything so don't you even dare to blame yourself. I get it lying to others is easy, lying to people who are close to you is super hard, I get it,' he assured her as she buried her face into neck for a second breathing him in while he brushed her back.
'It's okay. It's fine, M.'
She shook her head, 'It's stupid… you do it all the time and we can't tell him without telling him about Scott and the hunters and-'
'Shshsh, Malia,' he said and brushed her face, 'It just means that you're a better person than me…I can't even count the times I lied to my dad and a lot of times it had nothing to do with the world of supernatural. It was just because I wanted to lie to him.'
She looked into his eyes, 'Gosh, you're such a beautiful person… good and brave and badass,' he said and she chuckled, 'Okay, good, smiling is good, remember?'
She nodded and put her hands on his face as well so they stood in his hallways watching each other with their hands on each other's face.
Stiles blinked. Her hands were always cold but it wasn't bad cold he kind of liked because it they were her cold hands. Something he grew fond of because it was her coldness, and although cold in general was annoying there was nothing annoying about Malia's cold.
She smiled at him. She grinned a lot but smiling? Smiling was a very special thing to do for Malia so her smiling at him right now was like he was stunned looking at a beautiful sunset that was taking his breath away.
She titled her head a little bit to the side, 'You're a beautiful person too, S. Don't ever think that you're not,' she stroked him so softly it caused a nervousness inside him and his stomach flipped.
He swallowed hard, 'I'm really not…'
She shook her head and stroked him again. It felt too good for it to be something friends do, 'You care for us and protect us and make sure we're okay... You are a good person, Stiles,' she said in way that left no room for arguments and Stiles wanted to believe her and god help him he did believe her and it made him want to cry and turn it into an even more chick flick moment than it already was but it felt so good.
'Uh, guys?' asked Allison from downstairs looking at them hesitantly. Stiles instantly let go of Malia and took a step back while Malia simply looked over at Allison.
'What kind of pizza do you want?' she asked giving Stiles a look while just let out a sighed and started walking downstairs feeling his cheeks hot from Allison's look and from the feeling that Malia's hands left on his cheeks. It had to be that. It surely wasn't for the reason that he liked it or that he wanted to do something about liking it.
'Coming, Lia?' he asked and the coyote looked at Allison still confused from her look before she came down the stairs as well.
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'Oh Derek, you should have seen them…how they burnt so beautifully,' whispered Kate into his ear and right before his house caught on fire. With that Derek woke up inside a small motel room.
He was breathing really hard and the only thing he really wanted to do was to scream out of his lungs but he managed to calm himself.
They released him from the jail tonight and he didn't dare to sleep there, so he was really tired. Apparently his demons didn't care and decided to choose that night to haunt him a bit.
Derek got up from his bed and walked to the sink in the bathroom. He tried to wash his face with cold water a few times but he could still feel Kate's breath near his neck as she whispered those sadistic words.
While he was in jail he tried to go over every possible piece of evidence that Braeden dug out to find some sort of connection but he had nothing. He just couldn't figure out who was behind all this.
He sighed. He still had one lead. His uncle.
He hadn't seen him in a while on some level his brain was running with the information and trying to determinate if it would be possible that Peter healed and started a vendetta but he couldn't imagine him killing Laura. It was just not possible that he would do such a thing.
Still, he should visit him. If for nothing else than to tell him about Laura, he deserved to know.
Just as he lied back down he heard a knock on his door. Very slowly he got up and walked toward it. The knock was odd but by the scent and heartbeat he could tell that it was Braeden.
It still took him a moment to open the door. It felt weird. Something wasn't right and he was suspicious. He trusted the woman as much as he could allow himself right now but it still wasn't like she earned it by saving his life or something.
When he opened the door she nearly fell into the room. She laughed a little bit and brushed her hair, 'Careful, there.'
He wasn't sure he ever raised his brows higher until he saw Braeden drunk on his doorstep. Sort of.
'Are you insane?'
'Nope, just drunk,' she said, 'I know it's really bad to come here but I got Richard, my partner, to come drink with me and tell me things.'
'A booty call?'
'You wish,' she pushed at him and walked into the room well more like circle into the room, 'They're all connected to the fire, right? They have to. The alpha whoever he is… going after Argents, right?' she asked and almost feel right there if it wasn't for Derek catching her shoulder.
'We already know that.'
'Well, not necessarily. You know it was Kate. The Argents know it was Kate. She clearly lost it so they sent her far away into a mental institution,' she said as Derek sat her down her his bed.
He narrowed his eyes at that. He was expecting that they just packed her somewhere to France to their home base under supervision not completely away.
'Because she broke the code?' he asked and Braeden shrugged, 'No idea but get this… they're almost sure she wasn't working on her own when burnt the house.'
'But you only found evidence of her doing,' he said and turned on the lights. He went for his bag and took out her file. Braeden was really good in her job because she made him a very good step by step investigation about the fire. It was obvious that Kate found out most the information from Derek. Layout of the house how to get in when were most the people inside. He tried not to think about it.
'That's right. Also the clerk in the shop remembered a pretty brunette matching her description buying accelerator and other things that were later used. However as you could have read she didn't come alone. He remembered a man who was smoking outside when she was buying and who came to help her put the things into the car and then said into the back.'
'So there were hunters helping her, so what?'
Braeden shook her head, 'Not hunters. Last night the alpha dropped the body of Matthews and guess what he left inside? Allison's phone… I will explain that in a bit but listen. I took Richard drinking tonight, and he told me that the whole reason why Chris is so pissed is because he has no idea who was with Kate in Beacon Hills when she burnt the house since all the hunters were according by the documentations on their original spots.'
Derek blinked, 'So you're saying that…'
'It's a revenge alright but not just against the Argents but against everyone who had something to do with it. Even more how does the alpha even know all them? Chris and the hunters don't know them. Kate probably didn't left a diary so what someone had a bad conscience?'
Derek looked at the file, 'You think it's my uncle Peter?'
Braeden sighed, 'I don't know. Maybe it was someone who comes to visit him often and just happened to hear about it?'
She shrugged her shoulders. They remained in silence for a while before she suddenly stood up or attempted to, 'I should go.'
He closed the file, 'You're barely standing. Lie down. I can take the floor.'
'Nah, I'll feel less embarrassed if I leave now and don't see you in the morning.'
He walked toward her to catch her again, 'Not so sure about that. Did you really have to get drunk to get info out of Richard?'
She nodded, 'Yeah, that and I need to get over the fact that…'
She stopped talking and shook her head, 'I can't.'
He was holding her shoulders and looking down at her for a moment before he nodded, 'Okay.'
He carefully walked with her to the bed, 'But I'm not letting you leave on your own like that, so deal with it.'
She chuckled, 'You look like the bossy type.' Since she was drunk and would probably not remember it in the morning, he dared himself to smirk at that.
He sat her down on the bed and reached for her boats. As she put off her jacket he carefully pulled down her boats and set them aside. When she lied down he tucked her in like he would sometimes Laura if she had a bad day or back in the days Cora if she was afraid of nightmares.
In a second when he pulled away she grabbed his hand and mumbled something. He heard her despite that she was whispering.
He gently caressed her hand with his thumb and let her go.
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'Are you nervous?' asked Malia from the floor halfway asleep while Stiles lied restless on his bed, 'Yeah.'
'Scott will be okay. Allison said he's good and he's way better in control than he was before.'
Stiles sighed, 'Yeah, I know he is. I've seen him, but I would have been better if he didn't have to do it you know. If he didn't have to go through it like that,' he said brushing his face, 'Are you okay? All healed up?'
She let out an agreeing noise, 'Uh. You were really great in fixing my leg like that.'
Stiles smiled a little bit, 'Thanks, I wanted to puke though.'
She grinned, 'I could sense it.'
He laughed a little bit and turned to look at her, 'Hey, I was really scared, M. So if you can please avoid situations like these at all causes, okay?'
She smiled a little bit, 'Okay, I will try.'
Stiles opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more, but then shook his head and went to sleep. It was useless either way. He stayed awake for what seemed like forever. He knew that Malia was already asleep and he felt like an ass for feeling jealous about it, but he totally did.
'Malia?' he whispered again, 'Uh, M?'
Silence.
'Malia, are you awake?' he asked a little bit louder.
He thought he heard it her mumbled something so he sat up, 'Malia!'
'What?' she mumbled very slowly and barely comprehensive.
'Are you awake?'
She sat up as well and got out of the floor. She didn't say anything else, and she just walked into his bed and lied down next to him as if it wasn't a big deal, or as if it wasn't weird or just something. Not that it felt weird, but wasn't it supposed to?
Malia lied down next to him while he was still sitting on the bed, 'Ma-'
Before he had time to even finish her name she pulled him down to her with what he could only called were-coyote strength, and then she spun him around so he had his back to her. She hugged him from behind her face against his neck softly moaning as she found a good position in the bed.
He was sure, he started blushing when he heard that delicate and soft noise because it definitely got him to think about other scenarios when he could hear moans like that, 'Shouldn't I be the one doing that?' he asked with such an intense chuckle to ease the situation it came out all wrong.
Malia mumbled something he didn't quite catch.
'Huh?'
'I don't care,' she repeated her voice telling him that she was halfway in the dreamland again.
'I so envy you for being able to sleep like that anywhere,' he whispered, but she didn't reply, so she must have fallen asleep.
He sighed. It was nicely warm to be held like that. He liked her cold fingers, but he also liked her warm. It really felt good actually. The warm! Of course the warm, what else could have felt good? Her hot body pressing against him?
Stiles, warm! Her warm body-okay, never mind that doesn't feel better at all! Stiles, you need to calm down your horny teenage body. Yes, Malia is a girl. Yes, she is pressing against you in a way that's really making it hard for you not to pull out a tent. Yes, she is in a completely objecting way since you got to see her naked and all hot as hell, but SHE IS MALIA for Christ's sake. Your friend Malia who was in the woods for years, and who would surely thought you were a fucking pervert if she understood the concept of that, so NO fucking way you can actually get horny while she is lying behind you.
Stiles let out an annoyed sigh. Great, he couldn't sleep because of what happened. Now, he couldn't sleep because Malia was holding him and his body was reacting.
He closed his eyes. It was nice and warm. If he wasn't such a pervert, it would have been completely simple like a brother a sister sleeping next to each other.
Why the hell would a brother and sister hug in sleep like this? Gosh, shut the hell up brain. I need to sleep!
Eventually he did without even realizing it.
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Allison woke up with a scream she only barely managed to hold inside her. She felt sweaty and warm and uncomfortable. She dreamed about what happened only with a different outcome. The alpha ripped her apart and watched her choke on her own blood.
She put her hands over her eyes trying to calm down in the early morning. It was hard. She felt like any moment he could bust through her window and finish the job.
Useless so defenseless.
She wanted to scream. Why was she so scared? They managed to defeat it. Together but still they won. That should mean something, but it didn't. Not to her, at least.
She got out of the bed and started walking around the room. Was this how Stiles felt when he had panic attacks? He used to have them when he was a kid he told her once. Well, she did felt like she couldn't breathe so maybe she actually was having one and she didn't even know about it. It was pathetic. She was so pathetic. Why?
Why, do I have to be such a cry baby?
Before she knew what was happening she was on her knees in her room crying softly hoping no one would hear her and come inside.
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They called him early morning from the sheriff's station that they are releasing Laura's body to him startling Braeden who woke up confused and hungover in his bed.
They authorized him to burry Laura's body. Everyone believed that the attacks were just animal ones and that he was innocent in his sister's murder.
Braeden was silently watching him as he was carefully putting on his suit jacket, so he could think. He always looked like he was thinking about something, keeping everything in. She didn't blame him. Now sitting on his bed she got why coming here wasn't a good idea. He carefully put the tie around his neck. He struggled with it for a few moments before she took pity in him and walked toward him to help.
'How come they are doing a funeral so fast? Don't these kinds of things take day?'
'I already had everything arranged. I was just waiting…'
He didn't finish but she knew. He was waiting for the rest of her body to be found. Braeden had a feeling he was seriously the saddest man she ever met. Well, second saddest. She met once who was close in the head of that race. The man who was the main reason she came here in the first place.
She kept her eyes on the tie just as she felt him watching her. She was just a little bit shorter than him and really beautiful even with the scar.
'How'd you get it?'
She smirked but still didn't look at him, 'Took you long enough to ask.'
'I'm not very good at small talk.'
She nodded and looked up at him as she was done, 'That's an understatement.'
Braeden looked him up and down. For a second he thought she was going to say something like I wished I could go with you. It was just a second, but it made him uneasy because although they were okay with each other for a mutual goal they weren't like that. They couldn't be.
She looked away and stepped away from him, 'You know it was him who outed you about Laura. He wanted them to confirm it was an animal attack.'
He nodded, 'Does it mean that he doesn't want the police involved?'
She crossed her arms, 'It has to be about the fire… he probably got worried that they would connect him to it somehow.'
Derek shook his head, 'That's not possible… I mean. Me and Laura are the only ones left…alive at least.'
She frowned, 'You mean your uncle?'
'But Peter got so burned he hasn't been himself since. He's still burned I saw him just a few days ago.'
Braeden crossed her arms, 'So it can't be him. Who else is there?'
'I'm telling you, no one,' he said frowning at her, 'There's one thing though.'
'Yes?'
'The animal attacks it could also have been that he panicked. That making it appear as a murder was not his intention, and I'm not talking about just the way it appeared.'
She narrowed her eyes at him confused, 'You think that he what? Can't control himself or something? He's an alpha.'
'You said you saw him. Twice. Did he look anything like a human alpha you faced before?'
She sighed before she shook her head, 'No, he was a total animal…you think he just loses control and the tries to cover his tracks?'
Derek shrugged.
'No,' Braeden shook her head, 'I saw the hole where he got Allison. He planned it and lead her there and then scared her. He wanted to do that. He has things planned out, or maybe he's working for someone who is helping him, or he's just fixes things when he's back to his human form, but the things he did he meant them. He wanted them.'
Derek watched her for a moment before he nodded, 'Okay, I need to go. Scott has a game later tonight, and he texted me to come.'
'He managed to be okay in the woods. He cares for his friends. It could anchor him.'
Derek pressed his lips together, 'It's one thing to find of someone who appears like danger, and it's another to not shift when you are angry. I saw how easily he can burst. He's good, better than most because he knows what's it like to hurt someone he cares for, but it could still backfire if he got the right push.'
Braeden nodded, 'I'll see how my shift is and come as well.'
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The day seemed like it was never supposed to end. Everyone was living and breathing lacrosse. Couch took time from Econ to yell at them to not fail them. Lydia came up to Scott and threatened him about something…he wasn't even sure what. She could be confusing from time to time.
Allison led Malia to the bleachers. She saw as she looked around every now and then. It was the first time she was around such a big group and she didn't want to push her too far. She kept holding her hand and softly smiling at her.
She kept on looking at the bench where Scott and Stiles talked. They were all nervous. Everything was about tonight. If Scott could play or not will be decided tonight on the field.
Malia stopped and looked somewhere to the distance.
'What?'
'I think it's Derek. Scott told me he asked him to come as well,' she looked at her, 'Just in case.'
Allison nodded. She couldn't see him but that had to be the point. Not to see him in the crowd since her dad, Mr. Stilinski and Mrs. McCall were here as well.
They continued to walk until they came to their parents, 'Hey, girls,' said the sheriff and smiled at them just as the others.
'Come sit with us,' said Melissa with a smile and moved a bit so Malia could sit next to her. The girl smiled and sat down, 'Hey.'
Just then Allison's father came and sat down next to her, 'So are we in for a good game tonight?'
'Hopefully, Scott really practiced a lot.' To control himself and not kill anyone on the field, or hurt anyone, or shift in general and reveal to others that he is a werewolf and that werewolves are real.
She thought tensely.
Malia nodded looking at the field hoping Scott would be able to hold himself back as well. She didn't like the alternative that she would have to run down there and take care of it with all those people around here.
Melissa put her arm around her shoulders, 'Aren't you cold?'
Malia gave her a small smile, 'A little bit.'
The woman pulled her closer and helped her stay warm.
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Stiles looked over to Scott every couple of minutes until Scott got annoyed by it and shouted, 'Dude!'
'I know-I know, but please, you can't blame me for being super worried.'
'Believe me, I don't. I super worried too, but you doing this,' he pointed between them, 'Is not helping like at all!'
'Okay, Scotty, I'll stop,' said Stiles brushing his face it took him about ten full seconds before he looked at his best friend again, and before Scott shouted at him to knock it off again.
'Stiles!'
'I know, but Jesus it's like waiting for a disaster to struck or whatever,' he said brushing his forehead, 'Did Derek come?'
Scott listened for a moment before he heard him.
'I'm right here.'
He nodded, 'Yeah, he's somewhere in the back, waiting.'
Stiles nodded before he looked at Scott again and put his hand on his forearm. The other boy shot him a questionable look, and Stiles very slowly and quietly mumbled, 'Derek can you hear me?'
Scott waited, but when nothing was confirmed, he shook his head, 'No he-'
Stiles stopped him by cutting him off, 'Did you tell him about Malia?'
He shook his head, 'Not yet. I don't really know why. I trust him, but-I don't know…Do you want me to tell him?'
Stiles sighed and looked to the bench where Malia was sitting next to Melissa and listening as she was telling her something, grinning.
'I tried to look into her dad, but when he left he lost all ties to people he used to know, but I did find something.'
'What?'
'There was an accident in some small town in Canady which involved shooting and two victims. The newspaper article wrote that he was one of the key witnesses. I didn't find much about it yet, but the news was from a few months ago.'
Scott blinked, 'Wait key witness as in he was there or he was-'
'I don't know yet, but there were several things that didn't add up like they wrote that the victim was a woman and then later that there were two victims man and woman. I don't know what it all means, or why was he in Canada because when I gently searched dad's desk I found a postcard from the same time from Boston.'
'Maybe he lied-but why? You think-he was like Malia? Her mom and sister didn't died in the crash so maybe it was him who was supernatural.'
Stiles shrugged his shoulders. He was about to say more when coach appeared out of nowhere and sat down between the two boys, 'How's it going?'
Scott gave him a weirdout look, 'Uh, okay?'
'Great, because I want you to know McCall that if you fail me I will personally make sure you will never get an C or better in econ are we clear?'
Scott nodded although he doubted coach had such an authority, 'Yes, coach.'
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'Hello,' said Lydia Martin as she stopped in front of Allison on the benches, 'Who's this?' asked her Lydia keeping her eyes on Malia all the time.
Allison frowned. She honestly didn't want to introduce Malia like at all but what could she do when her dad and Melissa were looking at her, 'This is Ma-lia. She's a friend of ours,' she hoped Melissa wasn't paying too much attention.
Lydia watched her a for a little longer before she turned to Allison and shot her one of her sweet smiles.
'I wanted to know if you wouldn't want to sit with us.'
Allison gave her fake sweet smile, 'Nah, thanks Lydia not really.'
'Oh, come on, Allison,' smiled at her Chris, 'You can go sit with your friends, me and Melissa and John will be fine. Mom is coming soon too so.'
Allison pressed her lips together before she nodded at Malia, 'It'll be fine.'
Malia blinked and followed the two girls to the group of other girls who instantly started to watch her. She understood those looks. They were sizing her. In the world of animal kingdom (Stiles's words) they would be checking out if she could be a possible threat based on her size and how ruthless she could be. Somehow she had a feeling these girls weren't that much different from the animals she came cross.
'Everyone, this is Malia,' introduced her Lydia and sat her and Allison down next to her. One of the girls immediately asked, 'You don't go here, do you?'
Malia was suddenly hit a smell she recognized from when her dad came home from the party at the station or from one of the cabins in Stiles's kitchen. Alcohol.
'No, Malia, a friend of mine, Scott and Stiles's so she came to support them.'
'Nice gesture,' said Lydia with her eyes fixed on the field, 'We could really use some help out there.'
Malia heard a blonde next to her click her lips, 'Maybe the coach shouldn't have made Jackson team captain so fast.'
Lydia shot her a smile that didn't look warm and nice to the smiles Malia was used to, 'What's that supposed to mean?'
'Well, several guys proved on the tryouts that they had it in them to get to first line. McCall included,' replied the blonde before she looked back at the game flipping her hair in the process.
'So how long do you know Scott? I'm Tracy, by the way.' asked a girl next to Malia. She would rather be listening to Lydia and blondie's tense argument. They seemed like they would fight soon and she found it funny really, but she still turned to the girl.
'Since we were kids,' she said honestly and could feel how Allison tensed next to her, 'But we only started to play again recently.'
'Play again?' asked an Asian girl who was one bench bellow them, 'Cute. Did you take baths together as well?'
Malia looked at her, 'No, just with Stiles.'
The girls laughed or giggled a little bit too much. She blinked and looked over to Allison who must have understood as well that the girl had drink already. Just like that the Asian girl, 'I'm Kim and here's something to get you into the mood. The games are super boring.'
Lydia rolled her eyes, 'Maybe for you. Can't you enjoy the nice view of our boys?'
'No,' said Kim and handed Malia a little bottle covered in brown paper. Malia took it startled and looked over to Allison again who shook her head and immediately looked up to make sure that her parents and Melissa were talking or focused on the game and not on what she was doing.
'Because they're all wearing uniforms and masks,' explained the girl and took the bottle back not even noticing that Malia didn't even try to drink it.
Allison looked over to the field. The game was about to start and she really hoped that they would be okay. All of them.
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'Everyone asses on the field!' shouted coach before he blew the whistle. Scott looked quickly at Stiles who hit his shoulder and nodded at him to go.
Scott swallowed hard as he was walking on the field. He heard people cheering for the team, for them, for him but honestly all he could think about is to not puke in front of the whole school.
He looked around and was surprised when didn't find the girls with their parents. His eyes widened as he found them sitting on Lydia's VIP spot with Tracy and the others. He looked at Stiles, but in that moment he wasn't looking at him.
Scott shook his head and ran to the field before one of the players, Kyle, hit him into the shoulder as he was running toward him, 'Jackson would like you to know that if you fuck it up you and Stilinski will have hell to pay.'
Scott look up at hem frowning, 'What the hell is that supposed to mean?'
He smirked at him, 'That it will hurt.'
Scott watched him run away before he looked at Stiles again who was biting his gloves in the moment.
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Stiles watched the game and couldn't help but close his eyes from time to time. It was exactly bad but it was stupidly foolish. It took him a while but he noticed that no one was passing to Scott. It had to be Jackson, right?
'How are we holding up?' asked Stiles dad as he went to the sit with him for a bit.
'Lacking on both side…I think they're purposely not passing to Scott,' he found himself mumbling looking as they missed another shot and the crowd groan annoyed and disappointed.
Sheriff frowned, 'Why the hell not? Don't they want to win?'
'They don't like Scott very much that's why,' said Stiles annoyed before he brushed the back of his head nervously. He hoped Scott would manage to remember what Derek taught him and stay cool.
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Scott growled again. He had several times since the game started once again. No one passed him the ball and when he was close to getting one himself Jackson prevented him from taking it and score.
He briefly saw Lydia and another girl got up from the benches and screamed cheering for him. When he looked at Allison he could see she wasn't happy about it just like him. He let out another sigh and fixed his helmet when he suddenly heard it.
'Only to me...'
Jackson
He turned around and found Jackson and few other players standing together and talking. He heard Danny ask. 'What if he's open?'
'Who's the captain, you or me ?'
'Jackson, I just wanna win.'
'We will win!'
'But-'
'What did I say? What. Did. I. Say?'
'Don't pass to McCall.'
That was the moment when he was sure he would lost it…soon if he didn't do something about it. A part of him was screaming at him to go to Stiles or Malia and Derek who was hiding near.
He heard someone blew the whistle and got to his position. He felt like he was once again losing the touch with the reality.
The referee looked around to make sure everyone was on their position. He noticed one of the players oddly breathing hard next to him as he was taking his position. He blinked at him, 'You okay kid?'
It was a while and he wondered if he shouldn't check on the boy when he finally nodded, very slowly.
He looked away then to check the others.
One of the other team players went close to number 11, 'You are so-'
He heard the feral groan and stopped talking looking at the boy. When Scott raised his head the boy noticed his eyes were yellow and took several steps back. Something was up with that kid.
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'We need to win this,' said Lydia from the bench and raised a sign. Allison gave the sign an odd look.
She looked down at Malia, 'A little help,' she then turned to Allison who shot her a look, 'No, thanks.'
She instantly got her to her feet surprising the taller girl that Lydia had that much strength in her, and gave one of the signs to her. Allison let out an annoyed sigh and raised the stupid sign. She couldn't help rolling her eyes at it tough.
It was then that Scott looked up at her. Stiles watched how where his head was directed, and he stood up as well to look.
What the fuck?
He waved at Allison with a furious look on his face and she shot him a confused look. He mouthed, 'what the hell, Ally,' and he pointed at the sign. She put it down and looked at it. Just then she realized she was holding a glittery sign with Jackson No. 1 all over it.
'Shit,' she mumbled. Some supportive friend she was.
When she looked back at Scott the game had already started and he was running through the field.
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Everything happened really fast if you asked Malia. She was taking in several elements of the game. The people around her were getting intense. They seemed like the closer it got to the end the more it was like they were ready to jump out of their skins. The air was filled with adrenaline, sweat and tension. It smelled. Several hearts were jumping violently in others chest. She was having a hard time to breathe with everything that was in the air. Someone wanted to mate really bad which also didn't make the air smell nicer.
She looked over to Allison who had her eyes completely on the game. She didn't want to bother her. She checked the time. She still had a good few minutes before the game was supposed to end. She stood up without bothering Allison. She needed some alone time when she noticed Scott's mom waving at her.
Malia didn't want to go to her. There were hunters siting right next to her so she just waved back and quickly left.
'Are you okay?' asked a tall man who was hiding near. Derek Hale from what she caught by his scent and what she heard from the others.
She took a deep breath. She was now quite far so it wasn't so bad.
She nodded as she realized he was waiting for an answer. She remembered Scott telling her that Derek didn't know she was a werecoyote. Could he tell now though? She was standing further from him and the wind wasn't right so she might mask herself well.
'Just dizzy and noise,' she said not really sure if it was the right thing to say. She didn't understand the point of small talk when she was a kid, and she sure as hell didn't now.
He watched her for a few moments before he nodded, 'You're a friend of Scott's?'
What now? Should she pretend that she didn't know what was happening, or should she tell him the truth? There had to be a reason why Scott didn't want him to know about her so she went with the first option.
'Uh, you know Scott?' she asked. She was lucky that her heartbeat was increased even before she came here so he might blame it on her not feeling well and not on lying.
Again a deep look from him, 'Not too well.'
She watched him a little longer. There was something about him that she couldn't quite voice. Words were always problem for her; however, she wasn't even sure there was a word for that she was feeling right now.
'Everything okay?' asked Chris Argent suddenly as he walked to the two.
He looked at Derek with a smile, but Malia could tell it wasn't a friendly one. This smile had a warning in it.
Derek frowned at man.
'I wasn't feeling too good,' said Malia angry at herself for not noticing the hunter coming sooner. Sudden the wind wasn't in her favor after all.
Chris looked down at her, 'My wife would like to meet you if you don't mind? I'm pretty sure the game will end soon as well.'
Malia nodded and with one last look at Derek she left. Her dad turned out to be right as she reached Melissa and Mrs. Argent the game finished with Scott delivering the final blow and winning the game. The crowd went wild and Malia completely lost him in the amount of people that came running down the benches to congratulate the team. She wanted to leave but Mrs. Argent stopped her with her hand on her elbow and question.
'So what school do you go to Malia?'
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The player from the other team ran to Jackson, 'The hell is wrong with that kid?' he asked looking back at Scott just ran out of the field without even staying for the others to congratulate him.
'I don't know!' snapped Jackson still filled with the adrenaline rush while looking as McCall left and Argent went to follow him.
'But I'm going to find out,' he said right before Lydia reached him, 'Find out what?'
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Scott's heart was somewhere in his throat, but beating so loud his ears were going to explode. It was a moment really his eyes were yellow he could tell and in the next moment he ran. He didn't know if anyone Stiles, Malia or Allison or whoever saw him but he had to get out of the field. Now! Pronto!
He ran into the lockers room pass his co-players who were cheering and celebrating the victory, their first victory this season.
He ran to the showers. He was breathing hard. He could see the red coming over his vision again just like before. Just like every damn time. His heart was beating too hard and he was going to lose it soon.
All of the sudden he was turned around, and saw Allison standing in front of him. She let out a startled breath, but still put her hands on his face. She looked deep into his eyes. He was shifted because she was all red but he could tell it was her. Her hands were cold but soft on his face.
He put his fingers on her waists and pulled her closer. Some part of him reminded him that she was human and more delicate than him and that he needed to be careful. He moved her closer to him feeling how she shivered in his hold. It wasn't from fear though. She kept on looking at his face like she saw it for the first time.
'Scott, come back to me,' she said softly and somehow he understood. She wanted to help him. People would soon come into the room. He could hear his classmates running into the hallway. They would soon be in the locker's room and see him.
He took several deep breaths. It hurt a little bit but before he knew it he was all the colors again and Allison let out a relieved breath before she hugged him.
'Scott.'
'Allison.'
'McCall! You're a fucking animal!' he heard on of his team mates but he didn't care because not only did he shift back, but also finally felt like he redeemed himself from hurting Allison all those weeks ago.
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'Why are you here, Derek?' asked Chris Argent again.
'I used to play.'
'I remember, basketball, am I right?'
'Did Kate tell you?' shot the younger man right back. Chris smiled at him, 'No, I didn't know you two were familiar.'
'Unfortunately we were,' he barked back annoyed by just facing the man.
'Now, now, Derek. This is a field full of parents and kids. Surely you don't want to draw too much attention to yourself.'
'Why? Do you feel ashamed how that you made me and Laura leave like that?' he asked frowning at the man. Seeing him now reminded him just how much he hated his family.
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Malia ran into the hallway with Stiles in approximately at the same time only to find Allison smiling at Scott who was surrounded by their co-players who were cheering for him. She looked over to Stiles as he noticed him and nodded at him signaling him that everything was alright.
Stiles let out a revealed sigh and ran to his best friend who instantly went to jump around with him as he saw him.
'I shot and we won! We won!' he screamed out loud when inside Scott was screaming, 'I didn't hurt Allison. I shift and I shift back and didn't hurt her.'
Stiles nodded at him with an equally matching smile, 'Yeah, you did it! You did it!'
Scott nodded as well both having their silence conversation between them. Malia walked to Allison, 'I'm sorry, you're mom stopped me and I didn't know how to get rid of her.'
Allison smiled at her and touched her arm, 'It's fine. We're fine.'
Malia didn't look convinced, 'I should have ditched her and come to help you.'
'We won!' shouted Lydia near them causing both the girls to almost jump.
'We are so going to celebrate it to the lake.'
'Lake, now?' asked Allison, 'It's cold. It's too cold!' complained Allison.
'The guys will put up the bonfire. Everything is already settled. You have to come,' she said, 'if you're Scott's friends that is.'
Allison looked at Scott just as Tracy came to him, 'Great job. You were awesome out there,' she said.
Scott watched her for a few moments before he nodded, 'Thanks.'
She nodded as well and walked a bit away with another girl. Scott remained watching her remembering what she told him about him and Allison. It was weird so he shook his head and rather looked back at Stiles and Danny as they were telling him about who would be a sober driver later at the bonfire near the lake.
She crossed her arms, 'I'm not going to change.'
Lydia gave her a look checkup look, 'You look fine. Maybe you might rethink the coat next time.'
Allison raised her brows and looked at Malia who looked over at the coat because she didn't understand what was wrong with it.
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'Are you happy?' asked Malia as she came to sit next to Stiles near the lake.
Stiles who was sitting on fallen tree looked up at her with a smile, 'Happy? Because Scott didn't freak out on the field and reveal the supernatural to the half of the school? Yeah, I'm very happy.'
Malia chuckled and looked around. There weren't as many people as there had been during the game so she was feeling calmer. It helped to had them here in fact because at least it made the woods not so tempting.
'Good,' she smiled and he handed over her a marshmallow.
'It might be hot so be careful,' he told her as she took the stick from it and started cooling the food down.
Stiles looked at her briefly, and then he started looking around. Scott was somewhere with pulled by Tracy and the rest of the popular click and Allison went to call her dad. This was the first time they came to the after game celebrations. They never played before so there was no point. No the only difference was that he was here but no one except for his friends was paying attention to him.
'Remember camping?' he asked with a small smile remembering how they jumped into the water in their swimming suits with Malia's dad only to find out it was freezing and she ended up in bed for two weeks. It was the most boring summer after that of his life since Scott was spending it with his dad and they didn't want him to get sick from Malia.
She shot him a look, 'You mean camping when you made me pee myself from the ghost stories about Andy Spider and then I was home sick sweating in hot summer?'
He chuckled and she shoved him so hard he felt off to the ground. Malia grinned down at him then and continued eating the sticky marshmallow.
He got up rolling his eyes, 'Yeah, well I suffered way worst when I to be all by myself. You know boredom is my mortal enemy.'
She chuckled some more and finished eating.
'Are you bored now?' she asked while chewing.
He looked away from the grounds of people all around him back to Malia who was sitting next to him looking at him. It wasn't like he wanted attention, or that he thought that Scott would forget him and stick with cool kids from now one. He wouldn't probably know how to act in front of them. He was too loud and too weird. He wouldn't even notice he was weird and it would just end up in a disaster.
'No, you?' he asked and momentary gasped when he saw her licking her fingers to get every bit of the food out of them.
'I'm never bored with you. I don't think anyone can.'
'Well, that's because you don't know me when I'm all nervous and rambling and stuff.'
She looked at him confused, 'But you're always confused and you always ramble and stuff,' she shot him another grin before she said, 'It's a part of your…,' she looked up for a second thinking before she said, 'charm.'
He smirked at her, 'Well, part of your charm is to think before you use the right words.'
'Only the ones I'm not sure off!' she complained, 'I haven't used them in a while so-'
'I like it. It makes you cute.'
'I was a coyote that could bit you or eat your face off. There's not much cute about that.'
Stiles shook his head, 'Nah, you were a cutiepie, cutie.'
She grinned again and reached for another stick with a marshmallow on it.
'Uh, no, no way! That one is mine. I'm not sharing that,' he said as he tried to keep her hands away from his food.
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Scott listened only partly to what Tracy was saying because partly he was focused on Allison since she was standing a bit away from all of them because she was calling her dad. He didn't like her too far from people when they were in the woods like this. In fact he was starting to think that wanting to come here was just the adrenaline and good mood from feeling and having all those praise, but not that much of a good idea.
'So did you like ask some of the boys for lessons over the break?' asked Tracy looking at him. He looked down at her. He wasn't sure if she just didn't notice him watching Allison or if she was just avoiding. Either way he should at least try to act as if he was interested in talking to her. He was…he just wanted to keep an eye on his friends too.
He saw Matt came up to Allison as she was returning to the group. He knew Matt since they were kids. They were friends, but they were definitely friendly enough. He was on the team, but didn't get that much play time. He was always seen with a camera which was even now around his neck as he said something which Scott because of the loud music couldn't hear and which made Allison giggle and nodded appearing happy. He was certainly happy that she was talking to him and not Kyle or any other of the douches from the team.
He still felt protective though. Allison was a sweetheart and apart from mean girls she always tried to see good in people and acted nice and all. He seriously hated it because it made him all the more worried about her.
Still, this was Matt. He seemed harmless enough, and she looked like she didn't mind talking to him.
'Would you want to go out sometimes?' he suddenly heard and his attention was back on the girl in front of him.
'Out? With me? And You?' he asked confused and the girl chuckled and nodded, 'Yeah, like I told you…I really like you. So let's go out.' Scott was left speechless for a few moments. He looked up at Allison and Matt for a second before he answered.
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Jackson watched McCall as he was talking to Tracy from afar with a beer bottle in his hand. He didn't mind drinking but tonight he wanted to stay sober enough to watch the boy. He was pissed. They won. Everyone was cheering and celebrating, everyone but him that is. He was upset because it was all about McCall. Everybody was celebrating the boy like he was a freaking gift from heaven. Coach even told him that thanks to McCall it might be their best season yet. The fuck? It's not like they were losing or barely holding up for the last few years. They were champions before McCall even got his ass out of the fucking bench. It was completely idiotic to give him credit like saved their or something.
He saw from the corner of his eyes as Lydia walked to him and hugged him around the torso taking his beer, 'If you're not planning to drink you might as well give it to someone so it won't go to waste.'
He let out a sigh and looked at her. She smiled, 'For what is worth. You were awesome, but if you're hoping that I will tell you how terrible Scott was so you can't argue with me that I just buttering you up I won't.'
He nodded and leaned forward to kiss her, 'I know.'
She smiled at that and nodded, 'Good. So you should also know that I'm getting Scott to be on good terms with us.'
'I know. I just don't get why?'
She shrugged, 'Because it might be helpful in the future. Now tell me what do you want?'
'What I want?' he asked and pulled her close to hug her and look down at her, 'What do you mean?'
Lydia rolled her eyes, 'Do you want him off the team, or do you want him to suffer or I don't know… what do you want?'
'I want him gone,' he said and Lydia smirked, 'He's already coach's favorites list. I have a feeling he would rather sell a kidney than to lose him. Next?'
'What if he has bad grades? He can't stay on the team if he's failing classes,' he said gently stroking her back.
'Well, good tactic but not really doable. How would you make him fail classes? Besides his friends? I think that if worst would come they would even help him pull his grades up.'
He sighed, 'So what can I do?'
She smiled and brushed his hair, 'Get him scared.'
'Scared?' Jackson blinked.
Lydia rolled her eyes, 'I personally want him on the team his good for the team, but if he's not good for you? He has weakness a big one.'
'His friends?' asked Jackson, 'So what do we do with it? They stick together. You can't just break weirdoes like that.'
She sighed, 'Well, then we just have to become their friends too there's always drama…plus have you seen Scott and Allison? The way they look at each other and protect each other.'
'Is that why Tracy is so interested in him? Because you told her to be?'
Lydia shook her head, 'No, I just pointed out how cute Scott McCall got since freshmen and how great he is in lacrosse now and how he has no girlfriend. Plus it helps that he's nice and all that so of course she would go for him.'
'You're trying to break the little geek squad up?'
She smirked at him, 'I'm just trying to see what will happen.'
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Stiles made an annoyed noise. Malia looked up from the fifth marshmallow she has stolen from him to where he was looking at. Once she saw Lydia and Jackson hugging not far from them.
Malia blinked at them and then at Stiles, 'I don't get why you can't just go talk to her? Not to steal her when she has a boyfriend, but you know be friends at first at least.'
Stiles rolled his eyes, 'Because I told you she's a part of the cool kids.'
'I don't understand what cool means, Stiles,' she spoke honestly. Malia was from a time when you could play and talk to whoever you wanted to and no one gave a shit so being now in a society that forbids you from talking to someone just because he was a part of the cool kids meant absolutely nothing to her.
'Well, they're all so hot and pretty-'
'Allison is pretty. A lot of boys stare at her and smell like they want to mate with her-'
'Okay, M, stop right there. I don't want to know about who wants to mate-have sex with Allison, okay?'
She sighed, 'I'm just saying that she's pretty and by the definition that you explained to me she has to be hot too. Also Scott is hot. Even more than Allison because a lot of girls wants to have sex with him. It's hard to be around so much arousal.'
'Malia~!' whined Stiles covering his eyes, 'Stop talking about-'
'Okay, but he is and so. I don't get the whole hot and pretty are cool people. I think you're hot and pretty.'
He watched her going completely red, 'You think-'
'You're in good age to have sex so yes?'
'Okay, they're popular, confident, everybody wants to talk to them and be around them-'
'I don't think that's true,' mumbled Malia, 'I sensed how uncomfortable people were around them. They don't really want to talk with them or be around them because they're afraid. And they're not confident. I could sense how Lydia was nervous because of the game and the girls talking to her. She feels threatened even if she looks like she doesn't. The way she smelled doesn't lie.'
Stiles thought about if for second, 'I still can't just come up to them. Jackson will probably be an asshole.'
She got him up with her, 'Don't worry, I'll distract him.'
'Malia!'
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Scott let out a satisfied sigh. They fucking won. Survived a night out with Jackson and his douches and actually spent some nice quality time as normal teenagers.
As he went to bed he had to admit it was great to be normal for a little bit. Lying in his bed he thought about the moment in the lockers' room when Allison ran toward him. He saw her. He recognized it was her. He was shifted but he knew it was her and that she was trying to help him not to blow his cover.
He looked at the ceiling remembering when he pressed her closer to him, her breath on his face, her eyes looking at his eyes and lips without fear. It made him feel so good that she was no longer afraid of him like he finally managed to undo what he did to her.
It was all still red, the attack, felt so unreal sometimes. But he could feel the fear that was coming from her when he bit her/kissed her.
Scott turned to lie down on his side. He didn't realize it when she did it today but now as he was rethinking everything he remembered for her eyes stayed on his lips just a little bit too longer. Just for a second really maybe it was just his mind but he would have sworn that she looked like-well like…
He licked his lips and let out a nervous chuckle even if he didn't really know why because it must have been just his ready-to-go-to-sleep mind playing tricks on him.
He closed his eyes.
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'I'm not sure about this,' said Allison, but she walked with him in the dark of the night through the school's parking lot.
He chuckled, 'Then why are you here?'
She giggled and rolled her eyes, 'Cause you're too adorable to say no to.'
He smiled at her then before he suddenly took her hand in his. She shot him a confused smile; however, she didn't pull the hand away, and she simply followed him to the buses. One of the buses had an opened door. They looked at each other like a pair of accomplices.
'Race you?' she asked and before he had time to answer she already started running. He chuckled and ran after her as fast as he could. He managed to catch her easily and hugged her from behind. When she started giggling, he spun her around the empty bus. It looked different than during the day, maybe it was because of the lack of kids, or simply because neither of them had took a bus to school in a long time.
Allison was still laughing when he put her down and she turned around in his arms to face him. She looked into his face and gently brushed his cheek which surprised him but in a good way.
She giggled again but a little bit more nervously and bit her lip.
Scott blinked for a second, and surprised both of them by kissing her softly. It was soft. Too soft. It felt almost like they weren't touching at all. When Allison opened her eyes Scott's were yellow. A breath got caught in her throat and she heard him growl.
'Scott?' she asked and took a step back. It was an instinct really to take a step back from danger, 'Scott, you need to take a deep breath. Scott,' she repeated his name over and over again as she was walking backward for him. He heard her. He really did. He just…didn't care.
He couldn't stop himself, and really he didn't even want to. He just walked slowly toward her seeing her all in that red light knowing exactly what he wanted to do to her. When he wouldn't stop no matter how many times she said his name. She panicked and let out a scream which cause him to hurry up to her. She didn't ran from him, she was too slowly anyway. He stopped the screaming with one simply cut into her throat. Allison fell to the ground holding her neck as if she was trying to keep the vein from bleeding out complete. Those big brown eyes watched him as if she wanted to ask 'why, Scott?'. He just watched her and listened to someone walked toward him from behind.
'That's a good boy,' said a male's voice. He didn't need to turn around. He knew who he was.
With the last remaining strength Allison tried to get away from him while holding her neck. The blood was running down her hand and clothes. Scott watched as it made them dirty, and how it changed the color of her white sweater. It was almost poetic.
'S-scott!' she said barely louder than a whisper before Scott completely lost it and attacked her.
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Scott woke out with a whispery-scream and sat up. His cheeks were wet. He looked around the room terrified from the image of Allison's eyes which were losing life were looking at him.
He looked down and realized that he was dressed. He went to sleep only in his boxers but now he was fully dressed and more than that there was blood on his shirt.
He swallowed hard before he got out of the bed and window. He needed to make sure the dream was just a nightmare.
Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.
When he got to Allison's and he climbed up to her window. It was open. It was too cold. Why was it opened? It was too cold for it to be opened. Allison hated to be cold. He knew, he couldn't even count the times he had to lend her some of his hoodies on the finger of his hands. She was a person who liked to be warm, so why was the stupid window opened?
He walked into the room. The bed was made up and Allison wasn't in it.
The room was empty.
In that moment he believed that he really killed Allison Argent.
Chapter Nine: Nighty Night