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: Thank you for the reviews, favorites and following and support. I really appreciate it, and I'm glad you guys like it. Just a quick thing. I know that Malia's sister name was Kylie, but when I wrote the previous chapters where I named her Paige her name wasn't know so make no mistake it's the same sister since Malia had just one, but it's Paige well Kylie.

Anyway, enjoy

I was the sun
She was the moon
I was war
She was peace
I was disaster
She was beauty
I was sorrow
She was happiness
I was death
She was life
I was her destruction
She was my salvation

Chapter twelve: There is war in me, in you, I find peace

Scott stirred in his sleep letting out an annoyed sound of a person woken up from his sleep as he heard something near him. Sighing he put a pillow over his head only to realize that he wasn't alone in the room and threw the pillow away looking to the side.

He found himself looking at…himself? Well, a very young version of himself. It was a dream. He almost sighed relieved until he noticed that he was holding tight a white inhaler in his little chubby hand and pulling in long puffs with his eyes wide.

He got out of the bed. Baby Scott even wore the same blue elephant pajamas he used to wear as a kid. He had like six photos of those. Thanks a lot mom. He wanted to ask what was the matter before he heard it.

'Just leave me alone!'

Both Scotts glance to the partly opened door. The little one went first and the older soon followed. He came to the stairs where he kneeled besides his youngself listening to him mother and father argue about something.

'I go to work and work my ass off-' It was a while since he heard his father's voice, but since it was a dream it was possible it wasn't his voice, and his mind was just making it up. He still gripped the small bar on the stairs tight listening to the man's voice feeling himself growing angrier.

'Oh, and I never work! I'm home all day doing nothing?!' shouted back his mom.

'It's not my fault he's so much work. Another doctor's appointment another problem in school-'

'That's not what I meant, and you know it. He's a normal kid. Stop talking about him like his not!'

'Normal kids don't have their parents leaving work early to pick them up because they fake being sick.'

Scott gripped the bar tighter.

'How can you say that? He has asthma. He has asthma attacks, and you know that.'

'Yeah, and he conventionally has them when he wants to go home early, right?'

'Stop,' he suddenly heard from his young version. He looked down at himself and his own brown eyes were staring back at him, 'You're going to hurt them.'

Scott frowned.

'You're going to hurt them Allison, Stiles, mom, Malia. You're going to hurt them,' said the little boy.

Scott shook his head he tried to say that he would never hurt them, but the boy cut in again, 'He's going to make you hurt them.'

Scott suddenly felt the terrible feeling. The same one he felt when the alpha ordered him to shift. He got on his four trying desperately to hold onto his humanself but feeling the animal part taking over. No, please, don't.

'Scott? Is everything, alright honey?' called his mom.

He opened his eyes only to find the boy gone. No, he was awake now. He was awake in his hallway and his mom heard him struggling.

No, please, don't come here. Please.

'Scott?' Stiles.

'Scott, are you okay?' Allison.

'Come on, we're going up there,' said Stiles. Scott heard movement and footsteps soon they would be up.

No, please, stay back. Please, don't come here. No, I'm too dangerous. Please! Don't!

Scott started to breathe hard as he felt the fangs in his mouth came out. He was going to lose it any moment, and he would lose himself he just knew it. The alpha always managed to get to them. One way or another he always did something. He always won somehow…he…

He suddenly felt the sharp pain of claws dug into the back of his neck. He wanted to move, but he couldn't as he heard the chilling male voice say, 'I want you to kiss her with your teeth.'

'Scott?' asked Allison's voice right next to him.

'SCOTT McCALL if you're not up in the next minute I will drag you down those stairs in your underwear!' he suddenly heard as he woke up in his bed in the morning. He brushed his face several times before he realized that it was all a dream. It was just a bad dream all of it. It was all a bad dream. It was just a bad dream.

When Stiles opened his bedroom door he barely had time to cover himself with a blanket, 'Dude, get up or we'll be late.'

Scott groaned and went back to bed pulling the blanket over his face.

Scott remembered the memory. When he was like four or five and he first started to have trouble breathing his father, or worthless piece of shit as he called him since Stiles thought him those words, started to claim that he made it all up. Not the asthma part, but that he was using the attacks to stay home if he didn't want to go or to get his mom to cook him his favorite meal and stuff. Sadly, it wasn't true. Mainly because despite having him for a father, he was a good kid, and he would never let his mom be worried like that. He hated being sick, and it took him a very long time to get over the fact. He remembered when he first got an attack in front of Stiles. It freaked the poor boy out since Scott never told him about his disease. He was too embarrassed and shy about it because of his worthless, who always made it sound like his asthma was the reason to all the problems they had in the family.

Stiles pulled his blanket away, 'Dude, it doesn't matter that you won't be in the practice. Put some clothes on so we can go already.'

Scott somehow got out of the bed. It was amazing. Stiles was the one who adored sleep probably as much as he adored food, and yet Scott seemed to be the one always oversleeping. Shaking his head he watched as his werewolf friend went somehow got to the bathroom and went to take a leak.

Stiles looked at the mess his bed was and decided to make it only to find a letter fall out from under the pillow. He blinked at it suspicious and quickly took it. It was still closed. The address was somewhere in Washington so it meant nothing to Stiles but the name made him flinch a bit. Raphael McCall.

Stiles looked at the bathroom before he put the letter back under the pillow just as Scott came out. He quickly tried to cover it by saying, 'I made your bed. Your mom can thank me latter with some brownies.'

Scott chuckled, 'You just want free brownies, man. You love them more than if they were with weed.'

Stiles grimaced, 'With how good those badboys are there might be a chance they are.'

'God, waiting for the two of you is like waiting for another season of Sherlock,' called Allison as she walked inside just as Scott was pulling out clothes. She looked at her friend who was shirtless and standing in his boxers in front of her. She instantly went red and nodding walked outside without another word.

Stiles rolled his eyes while Scott chuckled, 'Shy, Allie?'

'Shut up and get dressed already!' snapped the brunette, but Scott clearly heard her voice flinch a bit. For a second, he felt smug about it before he remembered what was tonight and actually got dressed.

'Hey, Allison, what do you think of Mrs. McCalls brownies?' asked Stiles causally while Scott finally got out of the room.

'Love them.'

'You think she could be adding weed to them?'

'It would definitely explain why they're so addictive,' nodded the girl before she looked at Scott, 'Can we finally go, princess of Monaco, or do you need another minute to do your hair?'

'Everyone is in such a good mood today,' muttered Scott as the three finally head outside.

'Yeah, well, my parents started to train me this morning by waking me up to see how are my reflexes,' admitted Allison annoyed and the boys looked at her surprised.

'Really?'

'Is that why you were active at 4 A.M?' asked Stiles and Allison and Scott with suspicious looks. 'Why were you up at 4 A.M?' they asked at the same time.

'Jinx,' called Allison and looked at Stiles again, 'Well?'

'Malia had a bit of a bad dream. She was disoriented and didn't remember being a girl again. I think,' he admitted and everyone tensed remembering what was tonight.

'Will she be alright though?' asked Allison worried, 'We're in school till three, and she's all alone on the most hardest day since she's human again.'

Stiles nodded, 'She should be fine if she stays awake. Coming from sleep is tricky. She forgets what happened, but she will fine. With Scott it got worse at night and by all the research I did and what Derek warned us it's the last few hours to the full moon that we should be seriously afraid of. So,' he put his hand on Scott's shoulder, 'Today, no going hulk on us, buddy just a nice and simple day in school with no drama whatsoever and then back to Allison's family creep as hell cabin which they might be using to skin alive werewolves for all we know now.'

Allison shot him a look before she sighed, 'Based on the scratch marks? It's possible.'

Scott nodded swallowing hard, 'Awesome.'

They got into the Jeep, 'Hey,' Allison put her hand on his forearm, 'It's a good thing. You and Malia can go as wild as you want and my parents won't know the difference. Without Derek around Stiles and I have no way of stopping you if things get bad.'

Scott sighed, 'I know, I just don't like the thought of being locked up in a basement.' The true was he already had a feeling it wasn't worth it. He was starting to feel the effect of the moon, but it was just like a presence in the back of his mind like Derek said it would be. It was almost enough to fool him into believing that he would be able to hold back, but he knew better. He still remembered the feeling in his stomach when he hurt Allison in the locker's room. He wouldn't let that happen again. Ever.

'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T PLAY TODAY?' coach's shout echoed through the locker's room.

Scott licked his lips trying to come up with a not completely lame excuse. It was simple really. Last time it was because he got angry at the field. If his heart went up he would lose it and possibly hurt someone so he couldn't get angry or get his heart to speed up which meant he couldn't be a part of practice today. Stiles drove him so he came and right now he wished he didn't because as bulletproof as Stiles's plan was coach was a very irrational man to deal with.

'Look, what the hell is this about?' asked the coach, 'You're one of our star players. You practically won the last game not to mention you're first line.'

'I hurt my shoulder a bit the other day so-'

'McCall, cut the crap. I have an excellent bullshit detector. I know you're fine, so give me a good reason, a really good reason why you can't practice today because if I can't count on you to act responsibly you can't be on the first line.'

Scott panicked. This was bad he was starting to get upset by coach's constant lack of understanding. Couldn't he see he was doing it for his own good? He could hurt him and everyone around him if he really wanted to. He gripped his hand tightly ready to tell the coach a piece of his mind when suddenly heard Jackson, 'Coach, I can play either.'

Everyone in coach's office and the locker's room turned to their captain confused.

'What the hell is this? A protest?' asked the coach annoyed and stood closer to Jackson, 'Why the hell not?'

'It's because of Tracy,' said Jackson without a single beat. Scott watched him shocked. Jackson didn't look too emotional and his heart told Scott that it wasn't entirely true, but the boy continued, 'I just don't feel like it yet.'

Coach watched him for a moment before he asked, 'Who the hell is Tracy? I thought you were dating Lydia Martin.'

Everyone shot coach a look before Stiles who brushed his forehead looking as if he was in physical pain by coach's ignorance said, 'Coach, Tracy is the Tracy that got murdered in the gym.'

Coach suddenly went very still. Scott sighed a bit. He knew his coach wasn't a completely bad guy. In fact despite that it was the first time he played and coach often made of them, he always kept Stiles and him on the team saying that their time will still come and that if they completely sucked he wouldn't even let them stay on the team. There had to be some true in that. At least a little bit.

He calmed down at that just as the coach said, 'Alright, let's just take the week off, but after that we're going to work twice as hard. Do you hear me? I will break you if I have to but we will win that next game.'

So much for a kind gesture, but it was as good as it got so it was something.

Allison stepped closer to Scott, 'So? How was it so far?' she asked carefully and Scott nodded, 'I feel it. It's like slowly getting a bit more intense. Matt ran into me, and I growled at him a bit a little while ago, but other than that it's okay.'

Her eyes widened, 'Did he hear you?'

He shook his head, 'He was running down the hallway with his camera so no.'

Allison nodded relieved, 'He just took a picture of me. It was weird. What about practice?' she asked, and it helped because Scott was momentarily upset. Why did Matt take a picture of Allison in the hallway in the first place?

'Jackson helped me out. He told coach that he wouldn't play either because of Tracy so he's leaving us off the hook for a week at least.'

Allison smiled, 'Thank God, although Jackson helping out is kind of weird.'

'Sure is. I thought he was still upset and thought I locked him in that classroom,' said Scott frowning a bit.

'You don't have to feel bad, Scott. Stiles and I know it was the alpha. It must have been a move to cause suspicion or-'

'Or if he did break me to hurt you so I would have you all in one place,' said Scott and Allison pressed her lips together. Scott shook his head, 'Sorry, it's the full moon. It's making me a bit dickish.'

The brunette smiled a bit, 'For today you are officially cleared of all dickness toward me so feel free to tell me anything you want and know we know it's the full moon talking.'

Scott grinned at her and shook his head, 'Thanks, but I'm good. You're kind of hard to be a dick to. You're too awesome for that.'

Allison grinned before she pressed herself against the locker, 'Of course I am. I'm Wonder Woman, remember?'

Scott chuckled before he got all serious and crossed his arms before Allison in a way Wonder Woman would making the girl burst full on into laugher before she shoved him, 'You're a dork.'

'Says the girl, who went as princess Leia for the last three Halloweens?' he asked, and she shoved him again only for him to catch her wrist and hold her tight. She blinked seeing the look in his eyes. It was playful, but also kind of determined. It was a look which told her that even if he was joking with her, he wanted her to know that he was the dominate one.

She looked at his hand on her wrist, 'You alright?'

Scott's eyes widened as just then he realized he was still gripping her and he let her go with an embarrassed smile, 'I'm sorry.'

Allison nodded and watched Scott made a bit of a distant between them. She wondered if Malia was doing better since she was alone home and not around so many distractions.

Malia was losing it. It was seriously bad. She couldn't help herself. She felt like ripping out her hair. Building a den from Stiles's woodened bed and sheets or maybe pulling out all the food from the fridge.

Everything was just so boring. Everything was too still. She knew this feeling as a coyote. It always happened the day of the full moon, but as a coyote she was just too hyper now she was full on losing it, and she was sure this was how Stiles's must have felt with his ADHD. It was insane. She felt like crawling out of her skin or jumping the roof or something. She couldn't focus on doing anything for too long, and she had no idea what to do in the first place. She really didn't know what to do with herself. She jumped on the bed for the billionth time that day taking a deep breath and trying to calm down, but it was no use. She didn't want to call Stiles or Allison since they probably had enough of their plates with Scott who was newer to this than her.

She got out of the bed and went downstairs where she for the millionth times went through all the drawers. She should try to read something, but she couldn't find it in her to stick to a book. It was too still. She wondered if she could get away with leaving the house, but she wasn't sure if that was such a good idea.

She looked outside. It was a nice day. It was February, but the weather was getting better, warmer. If she just took a walk around the house a bit it shouldn't be too bad. Should it?

She went outside. Just for a little walk, right? She wouldn't go far and if it was daylight nothing could happen, right?

Stiles was walking down the hallway when he heard the sobbing. He looked around. It was coming the coach's office in the back of lockers room. He blinked confused a bit before he walked inside and found Lydia sitting there on the desk crying.

Stiles walked up to her startled looking around if she was alone, 'Hey, are you alright?'

'N-no, I wouldn't be crying if I was, now would I?' she asked tears running down her pretty face. He quickly pulled down his backpack and started digging until he found some tissues, 'Wait, I think I got, yup, here they are.'

She blinked as he handed them to her before she took them, 'T-thanks.'

He nodded to himself, 'Sure.'

He looked around before he sat down on the desk next to her. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he figured he couldn't leave her alone crying neither did he actually want to. This was the first time he got to talk to her since the night in school so.

She wiped her tears a bit, 'Y-you don't have to sit here with me.'

He nodded, 'I know, but I know from experience that no matter how much you're ugly crying it helps when you have someone silently sitting next to you. Possibly crying on their shoulder. We do it a lot.'

She watched him for a moment before she nodded, 'Alright. Thanks…again,' she said, and it was clear that it wasn't a common thing for her to be crying or thanking people.

He nodded as well and quietly sat next to her, 'Is it because of the other girls? Kim and the others.'

Lydia started to fold the tissue, 'Those bitches…yeah, they have been posting selfies and stuff. Tracy is dead. I knew her since we were in kindergarten, and now she's just…dead.'

Lydia frowned at the tissue, 'Her mom…her mom asked me to come to her house and help her pack her clothes. Give them away and stuff. I don't know.'

Stiles nodded he wasn't sure what to say to that. They were quiet for a while. Usually whenever he was with Lydia, he mostly made an idiot out of himself, he knew that, but today he somehow didn't. Today was different because seeing her crying, seeing her real and vulnerable made it different. It made her human. It made her just the way he knew she was deep down. Smart, and human. Something no one really saw.

'You said it's better to cry with someone I don't have anyone like that.'

'Well, you do now,' he said silently before he looked a bit away, 'Uh, when… I sort of lost one my best friends.'

Lydia blinked at him confused.

'Car accident. I was nine. One day, my dad came and said Stiles, I need you to sit down for a moment. Something happened. I remembered that I kept on asking, but she's okay, right? She's okay, right? Daddy, she's okay, right? I didn't understand the concept of death and gone and never coming back,' Stiles swallowed a bit remembering those days afterwards, 'At first you don't really feel something changed. It's like they went away, but they will be back soon. It's later that you realize you can't call them or hang out or just hear their voice or laugh. I used to get nightmares. I was waking up screaming. I don't remember what did I dream about, but…after that it got worse a lot of bad things happened that year.'

Lydia blinked a bit thinking about it, 'The fire at the Hale house?'

Stiles was surprised she knew right away it was that, 'Yes, uh, yeah, that year. A lot of things happened that year.'

Lydia watched him for a moment before she took his hand suddenly and gripped it, 'I once read that grief is the last act of love we have for those we loved. If there is deep grief, there was great love.'

Stiles looked at her stunned by her words as well as by the fact that Lydia Martin took his hand. She held his hand on her own. He couldn't even think straight, but he found himself nodding.

'You're right.'

'Come on, just calm down for a little bit so I can get another diaper, okay?' Malia was walking down Stiles's street when she heard it. She walked closer to the sound only to find a man with a small child in his arms.

'Come on, just for a little while, hm?' he asked and crying baby in his arms and Malia watched as it was brushing its eyes shaking its head. It looked to be about two years old. She walked toward them, 'Need help?'

The man looked at her and then at the child, 'Sorry, he wants to go to bed.'

Malia nodded, 'What's his name?'

'Eric,' said the man softly, 'He doesn't like me very much. He's not used to male company,' explained the man.

Malia wondered what that meant before she looked over at the house and back at him, 'Would you hold him for a sec? I just want to get the bed ready for him. It will be a minute I promise.'

She wasn't so sure about that. She wasn't sure about that at all. She hadn't held a kid this small since…Kylie, and back then she was a small kid as well.

With the way the man looked worried, she found herself nodding, and in a moment she was holding a boy.

'Hi,' she said softly before she swung him a bit the way she remembered her mom did with Kylie. She almost forgot about that. She was careful, but she knew what she was doing in a way. She remembered the first time she saw Kylie. She remembered the first time, they gave her to her. She was so small and pink and pretty. She had lovely eyes and her laugh filled the room. She remembered being jealous about her a lot too with time. Everything suddenly came back to her. Mom…Kylie…

'Look, at that you're really good with kids,' said the man as he came back and Malia realized the boy had calmed down, 'He's seems to like you.'

Malia smiled at the man before she handed the boy, 'He's a sweet boy.'

'So what's your name? Do you live here?' asked the man and Malia froze a bit before she said, 'Malia, I live close.' Stiles told her that the key to lying was trying to stick as close to the truth as possible.

'No school today?' asked the man, and she shrugged her shoulders, 'Home schooled.'

The man nodded, 'I get that. I was homeschool one year as well. I will put him to bed if you don't mind.'

She nodded and watched the man walk away. She didn't know why she stayed. The man would ask questions, but there was something calming in watching the man took care of her child even if it brought bad memories of mother and Kylie…He reminded her of her father. She missed him. She really missed him so much especially now standing on a porch in a nice neighborhood of some nice happy family.

Scott walked up to Jackson, 'Hey, thanks for today with coach. I'm really grate-'

Jackson was silent for a moment before he smashed his locker closed.

'Stop talking,' said Jackson surprising the boy, 'You think I did that for you? There is nothing I would do for you, McCall. I don't care what you and your pathetic little friends said to the idiot sheriff, you caused Tracy's death. I didn't ask to quit the practice for you. I did that for me because since my girlfriend's best friend got guttered like some animal I haven't been sleeping well. I knew Tracy since I was four, and we went to every class together since then, she was my first date at the school dance, and she was by far too good for you. Lydia hasn't stopped crying since, and you're walking around like some mourning boyfriend?'

Scott shook his head, 'I never said Tracy and I were dating.'

'Right, cause you're too good for her?' asked Jackson clearly upset, 'You're not. You're a pathetic loser. You managed to get your way on the first line, but that's BS. I know you did something. I know you're doing something. It was not normal what was happing in the school,' he shoved Scott bit, 'You're not normal.'

Jackson stepped closer to him, 'You're just a loser asthmatic who was in luck, but let me tell you something, McCall. That luck is about to run out, and when that happens. Oh, man, when that happens everyone will find out you're just a piece of unworthy trash, and those friends of yours? They're gonna turn on you? Stiles? Oh, Stiles is already non-stop trying to get Lydia to at least look his away stupid and pathetic little creep, and that Allison? Anorectic virgin queen-'

Jackson didn't finish as Scott grabbed him by the shirt and smashed him against the lockers room. Jackson let out a pained noise before he smugly looked at the boy, 'Oh, that's right. Not a virgin for long. Lots of boys like those skinny legs, don't they? Funny, how you don't seem to have a single shot after all those years, McCall.'

Scott was holding back. He was really holding back not to have Jackson's head for what he was saying.

Smirking Jackson leaned forward and whispered, 'I bet I would get her to lose the innocent act in five minutes.'

With that Scott punched him into the face, Jackson fall to the ground, but he quickly got up as well and punched Scott. In a second it turned into a full on fight with student rushing to see it. Stiles caught it as well, and ran to break the boys apart before Scott would show himself to the whole hallway, and by show he meant shift.

He got to the boys earning a shove from Scott's elbow by accident.

'What the hell is the meaning of this?'

Stiles barely contained the sigh. Of course, it had to be Harris who caught them. The demon from hell reincarnated into a chemistry teacher. Who else?

'All three of you detention at 4 o'clock,' he said and Stiles quickly argued, 'No, sir, we can't today. We have to-'

'4 o'clock, Mr. Stilinski, and for every next complaint I'm adding you another half hour.'

Stiles opened his mouth but Scott stopped him glaring at Jackson who was smirking at them, 'Hope you weren't planning to anything after school, idiots.'

Stiles cursed under his breath while it took everything in Scott not to jump and attack the smug bastard.

Allison came to them from the herd of students around them, 'What now?'

Stiles shook his head, 'You're going to prepare the cabin and get Malia we'll come as soon as possible. Don't worry we still got this.'

They did not got this. It was already almost five and they were still in school. Any number of minutes was torture in the company of Jackass Jackson and Mr. Harris. The combination was like from Stiles's worst nightmare. Detention with his two least favorite people on Earth. Not to mention Malia hadn't replied to any of his texts. Sure she was a bit not entirely herself after she shifted back, but hell he was worried, and she knew he was worried so she should have replied.

Stiles looked at Scott. His best friend wasn't doing any better as Stiles saw how Scott watched the ticking clock on the wall in their class room while tapping his fingers against his desk frowning. Stiles wondered if Scott maybe thought that it would help him somehow make the time go faster, but before he actually think some more about it, he heard Jackson.

'What is it McCall? Are you worried you'll be late for your date?'

Stiles frowned at the dick just as Scott shot him a look. The boy with the buzz cut could see that Scott would lose it soon if Jackson didn't shut the hell up and do something really bad. When Scott gripped his desk so tightly it made his knuckles white, Stiles knew they had little time. It was time for plan B.

Full moon would be up completely in a few hours. It would be the second full moon since the pup got turned and Laura killed. Derek couldn't help but feel anxious and jumpy. It wasn't just his own feelings of full moon. No matter how trained you are it will always effect you, but tonight he once again fear for Scott and the others. Then again it might be the fact that just a few days ago he got an alpha make a hole into his back and barely made it out of the school's parking lot alive.

'The kids will be extra trouble tonight,' he muttered as he was in his house with Braeden getting ready.

'Like you didn't have any hard full moons?' asked Braeden as she was checking the wound on Derek's back. It was small, but it was clear that it was healing slowly since it was from an alpha.

'Just a couple of days,' she mumbled and stepped away. Despite the fact that Derek and her had a mutual alliance at best she had to admit that he was a gorgeous man. Definitely one of the most gorgeous one she ever saw or got to touch even in a platonic way.

'Sure, the first ones after my first shift and the ones after the fire,' he said in a distant way and she regretted her words instantly. The fire was a terribly painful subject for him, and she didn't blame him for feeling that way. He lost his entire family, and he blamed himself for it. She knew pain and blame, but Derek Hale pushed it all to a new level. She understood that he felt guilty because of giving all the information away to Kate Argent, but she for some reason started to hate to see him like that. She shouldn't they weren't friends, but she did.

'Anyway, since Allison's parents let her in on the family secret, we could talk in public. She texted me the address of their cabin.'

Derek frowned, 'Is it really a good idea to hide two supernatural beings in an Argents' cabin?'

'Well, we can't exactly keep them in your house and on such a short notice it's our best option. Not to mention the darkest place is under the lamp.'

Derek sighed and found himself nodding. He walked to his shirt and jacket hung over the arm chair and pulled them back on. He had been hiding until he was able to fight again. He was surprised a bit that he found Braeden in his house yesterday not to mention even more surprised that she had spent several days in the house so she wouldn't miss him. He was very surprised she actually believed he was alive when everything pointed against it.

She turned around catching him looking at her so he quickly looked away.

Derek also remembered when Laura had to calm him down during the first full moon he had after the fire. She told him how he got this and how he just have to focus on something else.

'Come on, baby brother, you got this. Just focus on something else. Anything. Something meaningful.' His family was gone, his mother, his father, his aunts and uncles, and Cora. His baby sister Cora, who was afraid at night and wouldn't sleep until she fall sleep with him or Laura in her bed during storms. Before that he lost Paige as well. What meaningful was left? What couldn't be taken by the hunters or werewolves or just death itself? What?

Afterwards she asked him what he thought of.

'Anger. I thought of how angry I am at Kate and the Argents. I think of how I can never let anyone get close like that again. Ever. I won't let it. I won't ever let anyone fool me again, I promise.'

Braeden's phone went off, 'Alright, change of plans. We have to go to school and get the boys out of detention.'

Derek groaned, 'From all the days they could have gotten a detention they had to pick this one.'

'Well, guess it's our lucky day or something. Come on.'

Allison got to Stiles's house faster than ever probably breaking a few speed limits. With her not answering the phone they got worried even though both she and Stiles expected more problems from Scott than the werecoyote tonight.

She got to the house and walked in only to find Malia cleaning some broken lamp. Allison walked closer, 'Malia, what happened?'

The werecoyote was silent for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders, 'I was walking around and somehow the lamp got caught at my sweater.' The brunette had a feeling it was a lie, but she decided to spear her.

'Alright, our boys are running late since their Scott and Stiles, so we're going to the cabin to set things up for the night.'

They quickly left the house to get ready.

When the fire alarm suddenly went off, Mr. Harris looked at us suspiciously, 'Is this some sort of prank?'

The boys shared a look looking really confused, but once he stood up they instantly chuckled at each other.

'What did you losers do?' asked Jackson, but they paid him no mind and instead quickly left the classroom Harris complaining, but eventually he decided to let them out of the detention. When they came outside, they didn't find the black camaro there. Outside was a completely different car.

They shared a look, but Scott nodded his lips pulling into a smile. They rushed to the car, and Jackson who came outside found the two running toward a car instantly reaching into a passenger's seat. He watched as they greeted obviously excited to meet whoever was sitting there.

He walked a bit seeing a tall black haired man inside telling something to Scott and pulling Stiles away from him as the spaz tried to hug him.

Who the hell is that?

Allison looked over at Malia in the passenger's seat, 'How are you doing? You're super quiet.'

Malia was looking outside the window, 'I'm fine. I'm dealing.' Oddly, it felt scary again to drive in a car remembering what happened with her mom and Kylie. She closed her eyes feeling her heart beat faster. She remembered how she got upset at them. How it always felt like her parents were nicer to Kylie. Maybe it was because she was young, but it sure felt like she was always put to the side.

Malia frowned and opened her eyes, 'I'm dealing.' She wasn't.

They finally got to the basement of the cabin where Allison already set the chains pulling at them.

'Hey.'

'Holy, hell, your cabin looks like from the Evil Dead the 80s much scarier version.'

'Everything tonight feels like from a horror movie.'

Stiles agreed, 'No kidding, full moon, teens alone in a cabin in the woods. Werewolves?' he pointed at Scott who walked straight the Malia.

'Do you feel like-'

'Like you want to jump out of your skin and ripped something with your teeth?' she asked instantly.

He nodded, 'Basically.'

Allison and Stiles shared a look just as Derek walked downstairs, 'It's normal to feel like this. You two need to be locked. Soon it will get worse. Way worse.'

Scott looked at Malia, who let out a low growl but sat down.

Derek and Braeden then went to secure the place.

At one point Allison walked up to Braeden, 'So do you think we have it handled?'

The other woman raised her brows, 'No.'

'What do you mean no?'

'I mean, I've been doing this for a while and the key is to expect that anything which can go wrong will go wrong. Something will happen.'

That night Allison learned that she was right the hard way.

Hours passed. Derek was standing by the stars while Braeden was close to Scott and Malia who were sitting on the floor both breathing hard and growling. Derek thought it was a good thing Stiles and Allison were upstairs. As the two young teens shifted he knew it would be bad and hard for their human friends to see them like this.

Allison was sitting next to a very nervous Stiles who was bouncing his foot against the floor annoying the girl.

'Stiles!'

'I'm sorry, but you know-'

'I know.'

He nodded as Allison phone went off.

'Crap, it's my dad.'

It was a moment. Allison and Stiles went down to tell that them that her father had men in the woods. As it was the first time the two saw their friends shifted and out of control, Stiles took an ill-advised step closer to them. They weren't expected Malia to be so strong and quick in that moment, she managed to tackle the boy sending him at Braeden who fell to the floor in an instant before either could say or do anything.

As Malia went right at Allison who was the closest to the exit Derek got in front of the young girl pushing her behind him only getting slightly scratched in the arm by the werecoyote who ran the stairs.

'Stay here!' barked Derek before he rushed after her. Coyotes were faster than wolves so he had his hands full with trying to catch her. It didn't help that since she was shifted Malia completely reconnected with her animal side. She lived the woods most of her life so she knew exactly how to avoid Derek.

Braeden got off of Stiles cursing and ran to her bag. She pulled a gun throwing it at Allison.

'What the hell?'

'Don't worry, there are tranquilizer darts,' she called before she ran up the same stairs Derek and Malia had just disappeared.

Allison rushed to Stiles helping him up as Scott started to tear from his chain as well.

'Holy hell what was that?' demanded Allison.

Stiles shook his head. It was an instant. Malia looked fine. Way better than Scott, who was growling at them for like an hour constantly trying to rip the chain out of the wall. It was an instant that she shifted and got out tearing the chain in the process and damaging the wall.

'How can she be this strong?' asked Allison, but Stiles couldn't answer he brushed his forehead trying to understand what just happened. Sure it was the full moon, but…he then remembered the morning.

At night Stiles woke up to two things. One he was cold and two Malia was making those sad coyote noises and for a moment he thought she was back in her coyote form. It was dark so he had to turn on the light and even then he was surprised when he found his friend in the corner of his room with all blankets there.

'Malia?' he brushed his face and walked up to her, 'What happened? Are you cold?'

She growled a bit at him before she looked away, 'I had a nightmare.'

Stiles's eyes widened before he quickly kneeled in front of her, 'It's okay. You're safe here. You're a girl again, remember?'

She nodded, 'I remembered the first time I turned into a coyote…when mom and Kylie.'

He nodded as well. He understood. The car crash. He looked at her for a moment before he hugged her. It was hard to not touch her after he almost lost her again like that. It was just too hard for him. He nearly went out of his mind when he thought he would never find her again. It was too painful.

'Your back will hurt,' mumbled the girl, but Stiles just shook his head, 'I don't mind. If you want to sleep on the floor tonight, we'll sleep on the floor tonight.'

Malia leaned closer to him pressing her cheek against his causing him to shiver a bit at the contact.

He gently rubbed her back as well smoothing her a bit until she fell asleep again. They lied next to each other with Stiles's mind racing over what happened that day. She was back, and it wonderful, and he was so happy she was back. It felt…it felt like all was right in the world again. He missed her so much. Everything felt sort of grey without her, like there were no colors. He carefully brushed her back, 'I'm really glad you're home, M.'

'Sss…,' she mumbled in her sleep, and he smiled down at her.

In the end they ended up sleeping in the corner of his room on the pill of blankets and pillows. His back was killing him in the morning, but he finally felt like himself again. He finally felt like his world wasn't grey anymore. It made him think once again how big of a part was Malia in his life once again and how devastated he would be if he lost her.

As his thoughts went gloomy he felt Malia's hand on his shirt gripping it hard and pulling closer to him subconsciously.

Stiles found himself chuckling a bit before he brushed his face. She always seemed to know when he needed her. He really needed her a lot lately.

He never felt more rested after a sleep before.

Stiles looked at Scott and then at Allison, 'I know where to find her, will you manage on your own with him?'

Her eyes widened, 'Are you delusional? No, I can't-I…,' she looked at Scott just as he looked up at her his yellow eyes shining in the dark.

She found herself sighing. No matter how scared she felt. Scott was her best friend. He came through to her more times than he had to.

She nodded, 'Yeah, go find her and bright her back safe.'

Stiles nodded he quickly took Allison's hand to give her some support, 'I'll find her.'

He ran off as the others.

Allison swallowed hard nodding to herself before she walked to Scott, 'Looks like it's just you and me, Scottie.'

He snarled at her. Well, this would be fun.

He parked his jeep on the road. Stiles ran through the woods hoping he remembered the spot just right. He wasn't expecting to get tackled by Derek Hale in the next moment as bullets started to fly around them. He found himself screaming for a moment before Derek shook him a bit.

'Stop shouting!'

'What's going on?'

Derek managed to get him off the ground and further into the woods as they suddenly heard a car horn.

'What-?' asked Stiles confused as Derek was dragging him by his jacket through the dark woods.

'It's the full moon the hunters are out looking for the alpha,' mumbled the werewolf looking around trying to find the safest way through the woods. He lost track of Malia due to her speed and advantage of knowing the woods far better than him.

Cursing he pulled Stiles with him to a near bush, 'Don't speak.'

Stiles's heart was beating like crazy as he prayed the hunters shouting around them others wouldn't find them.

Derek looked down at him worried about the boy for a moment. If they were found the hunters would shot first and ask questions late, plus his heartbeat was disturbing as well. He hoped the boy wouldn't get a panic attack in the moment.

'Calm down,' said Derek in a very steady voice. Stiles looked at him nodding frantically and looking down, 'Yeah, y-yeah, yes.'

Derek sighed and pulled his elbow to get him to look at him again, 'Stiles, calm down. I won't let anything happen to you, alright?' It was odd. As Stiles's whiskey brown eyes looked up at him so terrified, but hopeful, it made Derek feel weird. It felt as weird having someone look at you as if they trust you to keep them safe. Scott looked at him like that as well. He didn't know if they boys were just that immature and just assumed that he was the good guy or that he had it all figure out, but they did think that of him. They trusted him. They trusted him as a leader in a way. Despite the situation, for a moment it made him feel proud.

He looked around locating where two men with guns were and quickly rushed Stiles away from them.

Scott grabbed his chains fully shifted, 'I have to find her!'

'No,' screamed Allison trying to go close to him but keeping her distance. He was completely shifted and Allison couldn't help the memories it brought of the lockers incident. She bit her lip before she stepped closer.

'Don't!' he snapped at her his voice revealing how much he was gone already. She swallowed hard and slowly sat down a few steps away from him, 'Derek, Stiles and Braeden will find her. They-'

'They shouldn't have left you here like that,' he growled at her, and she swallowed again feeling the shiver running through her spin involuntarily.

'You wouldn't hurt me,' she said, and in a second he jerked toward her, and she flinched. He gave her a look and even all shifted she knew it was his I told you so look.

She frowned, 'You're being ridiculous. You saved me from the alpha, remember? And you fought him in the school-'

'And I attacked you in the lockers room!'

'You bring that up! You constantly bring that up like it's somehow ruins four years of friendship not to mention all those times you were a hero,' she stood up and started to walk around, 'for me.'

Scott looked away, 'I'm not a hero. I'm a monster. I fucking hurt you. You're my best friend. I love you, and I hurt you how could I? I will never forgive myself that. I would never forgive anyone if they hurt you and I'm definitely not forgiving myself.'

Allison watched him her eyes wide as he said that he loved her. She opened her mouth several times unsure if she could point it out. It probably didn't mean anything. He meant he loved her as a friend, as a sister.

'People around me get hurt. I hurt you, and I will hurt you and Stiles and my mom and anyone else just by being with you, and you know it.'

'Scott-'

'No, it's true. It's true. I hurt people just by existing. Think about Malia and Derek? Their families are dead. We have no idea what the alpha wants, but he wants me to get rid of everyone I love. He will make me hurt anyone he wants if he can. He already did. I'm going to hurt…I'm bad for people,' he felt like crying.

'Scott-'

'It's true if Tracy didn't like me she wouldn't have come and he wouldn't- he wouldn't have…,' Scott closed his eyes and shook his head, 'Being close to me gets people hurt.'

Allison watched him for a moment before she let out a scoff, 'For real? He's after me, Scott.'

He shook his head, but Allison started to cry just then not being able to hold it in after everything that happened. She hasn't seen Scott for days. She was still shaken about the night in the school and now Malia was gone again in the woods with hunters everywhere. Not to mention this was how she truly felt. The alpha tricked her to get her alone in the woods and trapped her in a whole. He obviously was after her.

'I know you and Stiles don't want to say it but it's the truth. The only reason why you got turned is because he knows that you're my friend. He had it all planned and he wanted to turn you because of me….He wanted to hurt me, to ruin me,… to make everything just bad for me. All those times when he almost killed us?' Scott looked up at his best friend all wrecked. He tried to walk to her but the chains stopped him. Suddenly he wasn't upset. He just wanted Allison to not be as well. 'I don't think he wanted to kill us at all. I think he just wanted to scare me again and again and again because it makes his feel good to bring the fear of God into me. It makes him feel good to h-hurt me like that,' she started sobbing harder.

'Allison,' started Scott and stood up but she stopped him, 'I'm sorry. I'm s-so sorry.'

Scott watched at her as she was breaking down in front of him before he shook his head and ignoring her protest pulled her into his arms anyway.

She kept on shaking her head and mumbling how she was sorry in his arms but he just held her tightly in his arms brushing her back feeling how easy it would be for his claws to rip her skin, but he knew he wouldn't. He took in long deep breaths breathing in Allison's scent.

'We won't let him hurt you. I won't.'

She pulled away and looked into his eyes, 'See, you wouldn't hurt me. You would fight it just like you fight for me.'

Scott shook his head looking away still feeling his face shifted. Allison watched it up close again. This time it wasn't so scary. It wasn't scary at all. It wasn't someone else. It was Scott. It was her Scott.

She reached her hand and very slowly touched his forehead with her index finger. She slowly traced a line from his forehead down through his nose to before his lips, 'Not scary enough.'

When he suddenly bit her finger she let out a startled noise, and he chuckled, 'Scarycat.'

They smiled at each other.

'I hope they found her.'

'Me too.'

Scott looked at the full moon outside the small window in the basement feeling like he still wanted to jump out of that window.

Allison looked at him again, 'How do you feel?'

'Jumpy, angry…but I'm dealing,' he said. He didn't tell her what was keeping him sane so far. He didn't tell her that the only thing which was keeping him from going crazy as Malia and ran was Allison's steady heartbeat which he grew to love.

It took hours but they finally managed to find the werecoyote. Derek pushed Stiles behind him as they watched shifted Malia on her knees in the middle of the road near the old broken down tree.

Derek shook his head before he looked over at Stiles who swallowed hard before he explained, 'T-this is where her mom and sister had a car crash. This is where they died.'

The older werewolf looked at the crying girl. He knew that pain. The pain of returning to the place of the tragedy. Even years after the place still carried the mark of it. The scent. It was impossible to smell it, and even though it broke his heart every time it was the only thing still left from it, from them. If he didn't have the tragedy, the anger, the pain…what did he have left.

Very slowly both walked to Malia who had her fingers in her hair crying at the cold ground with her eyes closed, 'They…died…it was my fau-I should…I said-I wish you…dead. They're both gone…I…it was all me,' she looked up her ice blue eyes shining into Stiles's, 'It was me. I killed them. I shifted. I was nine, and it was a full moon, and I shifted…and-and I killed them.'

Stiles opened his mouth before he looked at Derek, who looked pained by the girl's meltdown just as Stiles felt. The boy shook his head and reached for Malia's hands pulling them out of the girl's hair, 'Malia, look at me.' She didn't move.

'Damn it, M. Look at me!'

She looked up at him again still sobbing.

He sighed, 'You didn't know. You didn't know. You were a kid. A nine year old kid.'

Derek heard Braeden finally arrived to them as well, but he raised his hand to gesture for the huntress not to shot. The woman nodded, and they listened to Stiles's words.

You didn't know. You didn't know who you were. You didn't know what was going to happen, what could happen. You hurt them, and yeah…you caused the accident, but M, you didn't mean to. That counts.'

She shook her head feverishly, 'No, S, I-'

'You didn't meant to hurt them. You would never hurt them,' he took her hands closer and opened her palms revealing claws, 'This isn't on you. You're not guilty. It happened, but it wasn't your fault. You were a kid. No one told you about any of this. It just happened. As far as Allison, Scott or I am concerned. It was an accident just like the report says. And so would Kylie and your mom think of it as such. We all get angry and lose control. We all do bad things and regret them. Some mistakes can be fixed,' Stiles linked their fingers not minding in the slightest that Malia's claws were sharp against his skin reminding him that if she dug them he would bleed. Nothing else, but making sure she was okay mattered in that moment. He knew he couldn't let her think she was to blame.

'Some we can't, but still they teach us something. They teach us that we can and should do better for next time. Tonight you could have hurt Allison, Braeden, me…you didn't. You didn't hurt anyone, and that's how you fix your mistake. You'll never let anyone get hurt by you again.'

Derek watched as Malia hung on Stiles's every word and how during his speech she even shifted back to normal without even noticing. He looked over at the boy. He spoke with her so calmly and fondly despite her being shift and probably not noticing the change either since he didn't look at her as a supernatural creature. To him she was Malia just the way she was. He remembered about his first love looking at the two young teens. Paige, who never found out about his other side till the end, and Kate Argent…who didn't care, but for a completely different reason.

He looked over at Braeden who put her gun away a long time ago just watching and listening to the boy calming the werecoyote with a calm expression on her face. When Stiles looked down at Malia's hands and kissed them suddenly, she wondered if it was possible that teens could act so ignorant and unfazed and yet hold so much emotions and compassion making the adult appear to be the fools.

She looked at Derek just then as he was looking at her and nodded at him in a silent gesture that everything was alright again. He nodded back at her and in that moment, he had to admit all felt good once again.

'Let's get you two back to the cabin,' said Derek.

Derek and Stiles got each of Malia's arms and carried her back to the cabin. They found Scott and Allison sleeping next to each other against the wall with Allison's head on his shoulder.

'You think they will be alright now?' asked Stiles as he sat Malia down on the small chair in the corner.

'Yeah, the worst has passed,' he said and looked at Scott and Allison together next to each other. He didn't know her very well, but she seemed nothing like Kate. She seemed to really care for her friends. He turned around catching Braeden looking at him for a moment before she turned around and walked outside.

Derek walked outside the Argents' cabin just as the sun started to come up on the horizon, 'Well, that was one hell of an eventful night.'

Braeden smiled at him as she was sitting at the hood of Stiles's jeep, 'Kids finally in bed, honey?'

He looked at her, and maybe it was the fact that he was so tired from the night chase or his own going through the full moon, or still a having a small back wound from the alpha, he actually smiled at the woman, 'Yeah, all good dear. Your turn's next.'

Braeden eyes widened at his playing along, but he quickly looked at the upcoming sun, 'It ended the best way imaginable,' he admitted.

The woman smiled and nodded, 'No one got hurt. They're good kids. Good hearts.'

Derek continued to look at the sunrise. He remembered when he wanted to wake up early to see it with Laura thinking it was so cool that she could just because she was a few years older. She would wake him up in secret take a blanket, and they would sneak outside to their chairs and watched it with two mugs of hot chocolate she made. It was dark when she woke up, and the woods look scary in the night, but as a child he was never afraid if he was with his big sister or parents. They would always protect him. He knew that.

'Hey, you know Stiles is a pretty smart kid,' said Braeden suddenly and Derek made a grimace, 'He's a pain in the ass.'

'But?'

'But he's also quite smart,' admitted the beta.

Braeden bit the inside of her mouth. She wasn't good with pep talks. Still, here goes nothing…

'What he said about accidence and mistakes,' she looked at him and he looked down at her. He could see how suddenly the confidence and façade was gone, and that she was serious now, 'He was right, and it applies to you too.'

He watched her silently for a moment.

'What Kate…she used you. You were a kid, and she was an adult, who knew how to press your buttons just right. She used you what happened. The fire, the tragedy? It's not on you…you made a mistake and it caused lives, but it was her who killed them. Don't…don't let your whole life be miserable in some great justice scheme. I know your family wouldn't want that. They would all want you to forgive yourself. They would forgive you if they were a good family.'

Derek watched her speechless because he didn't know where did that come from. He didn't think they were on such a level to talk about things like that, but with how vulnerable and honest her eyes looked in that moment, he decided to cherish that moment.

He looked back at the sun, 'That pain and blame is the only thing I have left.'

'I know that feeling,' she admitted, 'But you might be surprised that if you let it go…there is more and you might find yourself that you're not alone without it…You're not empty without it.'

'Did you?' he asked looking at her.

She nodded a bit, 'Partly…I'm still making my mends…Malia is a part of them.'

He looked at her surprised. She actually admitted something from her past. He blinked at her completely shocked when she suddenly took his hand, 'Which is why I know there is more…there is almost more after you let go of the pain. You'll find that you have something else.'

Derek watched her too stunned to talk for a few moments before she looked behind him at the sky again probably already regretting she said too much. His eyes remained on her for a couple of moment before he looked at the sky as well, 'Maybe one day.' He didn't ask about Malia, but the fact that she even admitted her was big for him.

He promised himself and Laura he would never get close to anyone again but with Braeden holding his hand in a morning after the full moon with four teens sleeping calmly in the basement of the cabin which belonged to family which caused all his pain and looking at the sun slowly rising, he for the first time wasn't so sure. For the first time, he wasn't sure he would never close anyone inside.

Eventually he walked back inside to check them while Braeden remained outside. She spent the night babysitting shifters and texting Argent to make sure they wouldn't know where she was. She heard the noise instantly and took out her gun. She was careful as she walked following the sound before she was hit over the head with something.