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. Scalison and Stalia
A.N: Sorry, it took so long. Here's the 13th Chapter. Hope it doesn't suck so much.
Guest: Thanks for the review. I am really glad you like the story so much.
Anyway, enjoy
Chapter Thirteen: In My Pack I Trust
Allison brushed her eyes as she woke up. It was still early or night since it was dark all around her. She was lying on an empty sofa across from Stiles who was lying somehow across an arm chair.
She got up and looked over at Malia and Scott who were lying in the matraces they took from upstairs.
Slowly she walked upstairs from the basement. It was still pretty early and it was a bit cold outside. She brushed her arms ready to head back when she something on the ground. She kneeled down and picked up a piece of clothing. She took out her phone and lightened up the tiny piece of fabric which was when she noticed the footprints in the dirt. It was silly but since her parents opened up about the supernatural, her father and mostly mother started to push her into training. It was pretty simple stuff. They allowed her access to some family books and touched her a few hunter tricks which weren't that different from basic animal hunter's skills.
She slowly tracked a bit further from the house where she found them mixed with a pair of different footprints.
She was too caught up in tracking to notice someone was quietly approaching her until they were too close.
Allison turned around taking a step back only to find Derek looking at her concerned, 'What are you doing?' he asked.
She pointed her phone at the footprints, 'Someone was here,' she said lightening the tracks for him. Derek nodded, 'I can't find Braeden.'
Allison's eyes widened, 'Wait, you think someone came and she what? Left with them so he wouldn't search the house?'
Derek walked to her and put his hand on her wrist guiding it a bit to the side, 'No, I think someone took her.'
Allison watched as one pair of footprints disappeared and were replaced with different marks.
'She was dragged,' mumbled the brunette realizing the horror of the situation.
'We need to go in case someone in planning to come back and check it out,' said Derek and started to walk in fast pace to the house in silence.
Allison quickly ran after him.
Braeden opened her eyes. Her head hurt like she was run over by a train. For a few moments she was seriously confused about why did it hurt so much until she felt the pressure on her wrists and realize she was tied to a chair.
She pulled at the rope a couple of times before she looked around. It looked like an old cabin or basement in the woods. Great.
Braeden pulled at her ropes a few times before she had to accept that it was useless. She sighed and closed her eyes trying to remember what happened. She was with the kids and Derek. She heard some noise and went to investigate and someone kidnapped her.
Well, fuck.
She opened her eyes and looked around. It looked like any other old cabin. Not too big though. It looked like it was abandon for a while and the only piece of furniture seemed to be the chair she was currently tied to.
Nodding to herself she had to figure out who took her and how to get out. Her best guess were the hunters. If the alpha was after her she would already be death. She was worried about the others though. Did it mean that they took them as well?
Stiles put a map on top of his hood in front of his friends and Derek as they were in the middle of the woods, 'Alright, so we know that whoever took Braeden hit her over the head took her gun and left without checking the house. Amateur.'
Allison brushed her hair, 'Not really. Dad only allowed me to come to the cabin knowing that Braeden would be there. She was supposed to keep an eye on us because of the alpha and full moon.'
'Did you call your dad to see if he knows something?' asked Derek and the brunette nodded, 'Yeah, he doesn't. He was too calm, and he asked about Braeden. If he knew I was lying he would already come to the cabin or call me to find me.'
Stiles nodded, 'Most likely whoever took Braeden is someone who knew she would there guarding you, but waited after the full moon to do so.'
'So anyone from the hunters then?' suggested Scott and Allison nodded, 'I think I might know a way to limit it a bit. It happened since during the night so it was either someone who wasn't on duty last night-'
'Or was close enough to have a few extra minutes to come and kidnap her,' filled in Derek.
Scott nodded, 'But that would be a good thing, right? It would mean that if he left his post he would have to return and so he could only take her somewhere close, right?'
They nodded before Stiles continued, 'Still we can't just leave her there. With kidnappings after the first 24 hours the chances of finding the person alive go lower.'
Malia looked at the map in front of them, 'He had to at least for a while take her by a car. We even found the tires tracks so all we need is to split up and look,' she turned to Derek, 'Do you have something of hers which we could use?'
The other three teens looked a bit surprised that Malia was so forward with Derek, and he himself looked momentary uncomfortable before he nodded, 'She has a few things in my old house. I will go get them while you go find about the hunters' patrols,' he told Allison who nodded.
In the end she went with Stiles while Scott and Malia remained in woods with Stiles's jeep, and Derek left to get some of Braeden's things.
The door opened and Braeden watched as Richard walked inside. So she was right. Hunters. They must have find out about her association with Derek. She braced herself. It would be pointless to deny it. God, did they kill the others? Maybe not the kids, but Derek. He was the kind of stubborn idiotic bastard who would try to play hero and end up dead. The thought cause a terrible feeling inside her stomach. It brought back all those memories of what happened that night. God, she felt like screaming. Derek was dead.
He walked toward her. His face blank, 'You got some explaining to do.'
She gripped her ropes preparing herself.
'What is your deal with Henry Tate and the Hales?' asked Richard. Braeden raised her head. For a second she got hope. Hope that perhaps the others weren't found.
'I don't know what you mean? Why the hell am I tied up? What is this?' she demanded playing the confused one.
He smirked sarcastically, 'Oh, you don't know? Funny cause I'm pretty sure some folks up in Canada are pretty sure you and Henry Tate were on a manhunt for someone. Rings a bell?'
She shook her head, 'I really don't know what are you talking about. Who's Henry Tate?'
At that he punched her into the face. She gasped feeling the pain shooting through her face.
'What? You like beating women, Richard?' she asked resisting. He nodded, 'I got a guy who knows you were tight with Laura Hale. He saw you. Tell me did she got you to come to Beacon Hills because of me? Did she got you to snoop us out?' he asked angrily.
Braeden frowned, 'I never met Laura Hale.'
'You came almost at the same time she did, so don't lie to me. She hired you to dig into the Hale's fire!'
Braeden watched her partner carefully before she titled her head, 'The Hale fire wasn't the job of the Argents as far as Chris knows, or claims he does.'
Richard shook his head, 'She was a fucking psycho bitch.'
'Who? Kate?'
He turned around and walked a bit away to look out of the window, 'Chris…Chris is alright. He's not as vicious as the old man, but she was just crazy. She kept on pushing and pushing. You can't say no to the family. You can't say no to Argent, to an order.'
'Even if the order is to burn down a house with kids inside?' she asked waiting for an reaction.
'They're werewolves. Monsters. It is our duty to fight them-'
'Yeah, fight them. Not slaughter them. Jesus,' she said disgusted, 'How could you let her burn kids alive. How could anyone? And isn't not telling Chris an order?'
He suddenly punched her into the face before he pulled a gun at her, 'Don't act like you know about it all, bitch. You weren't there. You fucking weren't there. She…we couldn't say no.'
Braeden hissed in pain trying to push it back for now before she looked at him,'Who? You and who? Who else was in it?'
He shook his head before he walked out of the cabin for a bit. Before the door closed on him she noticed two thing. They were in the woods and he pulled out his phone probably to call someone. Someone else then knew she was there. It couldn't have been Chris, so her best guess was that it was another one of Kate Argent's accomplices.
She desperately tried to pull at her ropes again, but they won't budge. Groaning she closed her eyes again. She wondered if he didn't mention Derek and the others than perhaps they were alright. Perhaps they got away. Perhaps…no she couldn't think about that but…a small part of her week mind wondered if perhaps they wouldn't look for her.
Maybe they would look and find her….maybe even save her. She didn't know why she was thinking about it. Her life was based on looking up for herself but she remembered a time she trusted and depended on others and how all those kids and Derek were good suckers at heart.
Malia sighed breathing in the forest air, 'Do you think we will be able to find her?' asked Scott worried. He might not know the huntress that well, but she helped them out more than once, 'I know she is not like close to us but-'
'She's pack,' mumbled Malia as she was sitting at the roof of Allison's hood.
Scott blinked at her, 'Pack?'
Malia opened her eyes and nodded, 'Yeah, like we're a pack. The alpha might be trying to get us to join his pack, but we already have our own Stiles and Allison and Derek. Stiles and Allison are humans so we have a primal instinct to protect them more. When we thought Derek was killed it was like great sadness and hurt because we thought we lost a pack member. Braeden is pack too. She protects us and in return we protect her. Pack doesn't work on human relationships so it doesn't matter if she's older than us or if we barely spoke with her. She is just pack. The animal sides just knows this. She proved herself a few times already.'
Scott thought about how she helped them against the alpha and how she waited for Derek to show up and nodded, 'Yeah, I guess.'
'Derek also saved Allison last night,' mumbled Malia looking down a bit all the sudden, 'When I went to escape I almost went at her, he protected her.'
Scott gave her a tight smile before he nodded, 'I get it. I felt it too. I wanted to hurt her too. It's…not your fault. It was hard for both of us.'
Malia absently nodded but Scott had a feeling she didn't buy it. It would take her a while to get over it. He understood the feeling. He hurt Allison more than most. He actually attacked her. He made her bleed. He still couldn't get over that. He probably never would have.
Derek walked into his house. For the first time he didn't have time to feel the stabbing pain of sorrow when he saw it in its ruins and just quickly went to the living room which Braeden often used as he dent.
She had a few bags there. Despite the tin ice they were standing on when it came to trust Derek never tried to go through her things. Even in her most vulnerable state when she came to him drunk, he respected her privacy.
He mentally found himself apologizing for a moment before he opened the bag and went to dig inside it. He tried to look for something which he could use to track the scent. He decided for a shirt he remembered her wearing the other day still smelling like her the most, pair of jeans and a belt. He momentary spotted something in the corner of the bag.
He knew he shouldn't have. He knew inside that he shouldn't have because this was what he came there to find, but the urge of curiosity was too strong.
He grabbed the photo tugged away in the corner of the bag. On the photo he found a man, woman and two little girls grinning into the camera in front of a house. It looked like any other family in front of their house which could be anywhere in the world, but as he watched the face of one of the girl he felt a shiver ran through his body.
He returned the photo back into the bag and went to leave. As he started his car with Braeden's things on the passenger's he suddenly remembered why the little girl caused him to shiver. He couldn't be too sure because the fire burnt all their family pictures, but he remembered some of them. The little girl reminded him a lot of the picture of his grandmother when she was a kid standing next to her siblings in front of their house. The pain momentary returned but he quickly drove away focusing on more pressing matters like finding his huntress.
'So how do we do this?' asked Stiles as Allison parked the car in front of her house.
'You stay here while I will go in and see what I can figure out,' she told him grabbing her jacket from the backseat.
'What no Ally!' whined Stiles and she gave him a look, 'They won't say anything if you are there you know that.'
Stiles sighed before he nodded, 'Fine, but I don't like this. I feel useless now.'
Allison rolled her eyes at her friend's dramatics, 'Just stay here and keep watch for anything suspicious, okay?'
She didn't wait for a reply and instead head inside, 'Mom, dad?'
'Hey, how was the sleepover?' asked her dad as he came to hug her in the kitchen. Allison smiled and hugged him back feeling somehow better for a moment.
'It was good,' she said before she stepped away and her father went to take something from the fridge. He didn't look worried at all. He couldn't have known that something was wrong with Braeden.
'Uh, dad, how was patrol last night? It was the full moon,' started Allison casually, 'Anything weird?'
'No, nothing to concern yourself with,' he said and Allison gave him a look, 'Dad, we discussed and agreed that you have to be honest with me,' she reminded him.
Chris watched her for a moment before he nodded and smiled at his already grown up daughter, 'Very well. What would you like to know?'
Allison shrugged her shoulders, 'You were without Braeden last night. One person short was still alright?'
Stiles groaned annoyed that he was left to stay in the car without anything to do but play his games on the phone.
What was taking Allison so long? It felt like forever. He looked outside the window once he got tired with his game and noticed a car parked outside. It wouldn't have been anything weird except for some reason Stiles had one of those hunches he sometimes did about things which weren't right.
The car looked ordinary, but Stiles had a feeling like he already saw it there before and somewhere else. He wondered if it was one of the hunter's or somewhere else. He reached for the handle to open the door and casually have a walk toward it when suddenly the car drove away in rapid speed.
He frowned before he was startled by his phone, 'Hey, Scott. Thanks for scaring the crap out of me.'
'You're welcome. Listen we are going to start looking at least until we find the place where the car was left.'
Stiles brushed his face, 'Okay, me and Allison will join you once we can. Give me a call once you figure something out.'
'Will do, call you later,' said Scott before he ended the call and Stiles sighed looking at the spot the car had left.
Scott put away his phone and looked down at the belt in his hand he tied it around his wrist and palm before he looked at Derek and Malia and nodded at them.
Despite that he was a newbie and in the prime definition of the word he still didn't at times fully understand what it meant, he felt a strong connection to Malia when they were in school fighting the alpha to keep the others safe. He felt the same connection last night when the full moon was calling them to shift. Now as he was running through the woods tracking alongside the werecoyote and Derek he felt it again. The only way he could describe it was that it was a connection which caused him to be fully aware of both of them. It was as if they were all working on a similar frequentation. In a pack there is no lone wolf. His greatest strength: his brothers. Bond beyond blood they become one.
He let the wind rush through his ears as he ran searching for Braeden's scent. With Stiles and Allison he never felt alone or like he didn't belong but running with Malia and Derek now, he knew what it truly meant to have someone and be considered as one.
They spent hours searching the woods before Allison and Stiles showed up. Derek barely said anything through the whole time, but Malia could see the tenseness in his shoulders. He was worried about the woman the most even if he wouldn't admit it.
'Any luck?' asked Stiles as he got out of the car and Malia could only shook her head.
'Did you find something useful about the schedule?' asked Derek, but Allison lowered her head before she shook it, 'I know who was the closest, but they didn't leave their posts. If Braeden was taken by a hunter than it was someone else.'
He turned around from the girl too upset. Without a single word he walked a bit further from them. Malia watched him as he left before Stiles approached her, 'Not a single clue?'
Malia shook her head, 'Nothing. We know that he had to drag her down the road so we wouldn't hear the car, but that's it.'
Stiles brushed the back of his head frustrated, 'It has to be about the fire, right? Scott said that he heard that she was helping Derek with what happened so she must have come across something useful and someone took her,' he said thinking out loud.
Malia blinked, 'But wouldn't she tell Derek? If she was looking into the fire, she would told him everything, right? If she was trying to help him.'
Stiles pressed his lips together, 'Not everyone who is helping is always helping. I don't know her that well, but I think she can be…uhm foxy? Like she maybe didn't tell him to find more information or to wait and see what will happen or she didn't want to hurt him,' explained Stiles before he heard.
'No.'
They all turned to Derek, 'Braeden doesn't care about that. So far she told me everything she knew about the fire. Everything. No matter how painful it was she was honest with me. If she knew something new, she would have told me right away,' he said certain of his words. With that he could trust the huntress. She came drug to him knowing she could have been followed but she did it anyway just to tell him what she found out about the fire.
Stiles nodded, 'Alright,' he thought about it for a second before he took a step forward to Derek, 'Then you have to tell us as well. Whoever took Braeden obviously didn't take her because of the alpha or they would come for all of us. They also didn't even go to check inside the house so they couldn't know about Malia or Scott. It was someone who knew she babysitting us. What do you know about the fire and what Braeden found out?'
Derek was silent for a moment before he looked over at Allison. He didn't want to reveal the arsonist to the girl if she didn't know all the horrible secrets to her family. Allison must have sense his hesitation and that she was the reason for it because she gave him a tight smile before she spoke, 'I know it was Kate. I…I know, Derek.'
He nodded and then looked in front of him, 'Last of when we discussed it Braeden managed to found out that Kate worked with minimum of three other men. She assumed that someone might have told Mathews in guilty conscious or he himself was involved. Chris has no knowledge of any other hunters being involved as far as he Braeden told him,' he explained the teens.
Scott frowned, 'So it was one of the people who helped with the fire and a hunter since he knew where Braeden would be and managed to actually get her without waking up any of us.'
Stiles looked at him, 'It also has to be someone who noticed her asking questions.'
Derek's frowned deepened as he remembered the night in his motel room when he tucked the drunk Braeden in, 'Her partner Richard. She went out to drink with him to get some information out of him. He might have noticed and told someone or was invoalved himself.'
'Richard worked for the family for a long time,' said Allison before she pulled out her map, 'I remember him from back when I was a kid. Maybe even when Kate was still with us,' said Allison looking at the map.
'If I remember correctly he was here,' she pointed at a spot in the map, 'In the East. He was there with two others, but they surely didn't stay in one place.'
'He could like go missing for a while. Put her someone and return to his post?' asked Stiles looking at the map and then at Allison.
'Maybe, but where?'
'We need to figure out if he went missing for a moment from his spot and for how long,' said Stiles, 'That way we can limit the places where he could have taken her.'
'We have to split up,' ordered Derek.
Unlike the others Malia grew up in the woods. She knew how to run and hunt in them faster and better than the others. She remembered how easy it was last night to also go and gone missing again, but Stiles stopped her. She was sure that if it wasn't for him she would have shifted again. She didn't realize how much guilt she had inside her about what she did until the full moon hit her. She wouldn't make that mistake again. Since coming back to the human's life she learned a lot of new things. Stiles made sure she was familiar with new popular music. She couldn't remember the name of song, but the lyrics hit her pretty hard.
The real demons hurt us from the inside.
Those words never felt truer. She felt it last night. Her demons lived inside her head where she still blamed herself for what happened even if she tried to push it away. Your demons are always there ready to hurt you. She was just glad that she managed to avoid hurting others for the most part.
She stopped abruptly as she caught something in the wind. Anger.
A lot of anger.
Allison rushed after Scott brushing her hair out of the way. She didn't want to slow him down, but she caught how he occasionally slowed down and it wasn't to scan the area.
'You think will find her in time?' asked Allison brushing her hair away, and Scott stopped for a moment, 'I really hope we will. For Derek's sake, plus, I don't want to find anyone dead body again. Definitely not hers.'
Allison nodded before she rushed after him.
'You managed to control yourself last night. So did Malia for the most part,' said Allison brushing her hair a bit wondering if he remembered everything he said to her that night, 'Do you remember?'
'Yeah, I…I remember the anger and you being left with me which I still think was a terrible decision, but I also remember being calm afterwards so thanks for that. I think…,' he stopped and looked at her, 'I think you brought me back.'
She smiled at him, 'You would bring me back too if the roles were different,' she reminded him and he nodded watching her for a moment trying to remember what happened that night. He got pieces. He knew the events just the words were fussy. Either way he knew that Allison's heartbeat was what got him through the most.
Derek told them they needed to find something to ground them. Maybe Allison's heartbeat was what grounded him.
Something in the air changed and for a moment Allison realized just how close they were standing in front of each other and that they were alone in the woods for now. She didn't know what brought the change and honestly it shouldn't cause her heartbeat to speed up or her stomach feel as weird as it did, but it had. She wasn't sure what was up with her lately, but she felt out of place at times with Scott. She didn't understand why. She never felt like that with him before so why now?
Scott blinked, 'You alright?'
She nodded and quickly took the lead, 'Yeah, just worried about Braeden. Let's go.'
As Derek and Stiles were walking through the woods Stiles started, 'Hey did you know many werewolves which could shift into full wolves the way Malia can into coyote?'
Derek kept a pretty quick pace but Stiles had ADHD most of his life so he had no problem catching up to him.
The werewolf sighed knowing that if he stayed quiet the boy would only continue to ask him until he would lose it, 'Yes. My mother, sister, grandfather.'
'So it can be inherited?' asked Stiles wondering about it now. Derek looked at him, 'It is a factor. Some of my family members despite having werewolf parents were born humans so chance is there.'
Stiles stayed silent for a moment frowning. It only confirmed his theory that Malia in fact had to be adopted. He wasn't sure how to he would explain or even say it to Malia but now he pretty much had no choice or did he? It might have had a key factor in the whole mystery of his life. He had a decision to make and soon.
'Did they learn how to control it? When Malia shifts she can't shift back on her own,' he said walking after the Beta.
'They did and she can,' replied Derek, 'She has you.'
Stiles blinked.
'You're her anchor. You bring her back. You make her remember to be human.'
'Oh, the anchor. You told us about those already, but I mean she didn't shift because of me the first time. Allie hit her with a car when she ran away from me.'
'But you caused her to be stress enough that when she got hit she let go of her coyote side. The second time she shifted you said you kept on talking to her until she somehow figured it out. Not to mention you calmed her down when she ran last night. You are her anchor,' he assured him and for some reason Stiles felt hot on his face like being someone's anchor implied more than just calming someone down.
'O-okay, but we're just friends. You know. We care for each other in a friendly way,' said Stiles like a nervous teenage boy.
Derek rolled his eyes but continued to walk. He wasn't sure why he said his next words. Maybe being around moody teens caused him to remember his old high school self for a moment not to mention it help to ease his mind a bit from Braeden, 'Sure, that's why you two sleep together, right?'
He took a peek at Stiles's whose face went red like a tomato, 'Oh my God! Stalker much?!'
He felt like smirking at him for a moment which would be something old Derek would have done.
'It's not like that, man. We're friends and we get nightmares, alright?'
'If it's nothing I don't see a point why you have this urge to explain it to me.'
Stiles frowned at him, 'Jackass. Besides I like Lydia. Malia and I are just friends. We comfort each other.'
'The redhead who ignores and hates you?' asked Derek and Stiles frowned, 'First of all strawberry blonde. Second she doesn't hate us. Not any more at least.'
'You think you have a chance with her?' asked Derek mockingly. Stiles was used to this. Allison and Scott weren't exactly supportive of his obsession with Lydia since she ignored him for the past few years.
'Weren't you in love in high school? How was that like?' asked Stiles. He didn't expect the grumpy werewolf to reply, but oddly Derek did, 'She hated my guts at first.'
Stiles raised his brows surprised both for Derek replying after all and for the reply. He didn't think pretty people like Derek would have a problem getting a girl, 'She did?'
'I was an asshole in high school,' replied Derek and Stiles momentary wondered if he wasn't swapped by aliens at one point and replaced with a replica or something. Maybe it was just his worry about Braeden which caused him to be like this.
'So now you're not?' joked Stiles but shut up once he caught the glare Derek presented him with.
'Uh, okay, sorry. So was she your only girlfriend in high school? What happened?' asked Stiles but Derek remained silent so Stiles assumed it ended badly.
They went silent for a while before he said, 'The next one was just using me.'
Every nerve in Stiles body wanted to dig into it and ask more about it but he managed to hold himself back and said lamely, 'Well, then Braeden is the best.'
'Braeden and I have a professional relationship.'
Stiles smirked before he mumbled, 'Now who is explaining.'
'Stop it.'
'I just mean that since Braeden pretty much waited for your return for days in your house, risking patrols and didn't even go out to help me find Malia just so she would be there once you came back.'
Derek didn't let it show but it affected him for a moment. He didn't know she waited solely for his return.
'She knew I would return.'
'Yeah, it was weird. I mean we saw the blood so we were sure you were a goner even if we didn't want to admit it. But she just knew you were fine,' replied Stiles, 'Talking about devotion.'
His phone rang and he instantly picked it up, 'Hey, M.'
'Allison said all the hunters had retreat, right?'
'Yeah, why?'
'One is here standing by two cars, and I caught Braeden's scent.'
They all gathered a little bit away from all the cars and the man who was sitting next to one smoking.
'See that,' Malia pointed at a small cabin, 'I think that is where they are keeping her. If I focus I think I can hear two heartbeats.'
Stiles looked at the scenery. The cabin was a little further from the cars and the smoking hunter.
'We can't go around him,' said Malia, 'Not without someone being bait.'
Derek looked over at the Argent girl, 'It would make sense if you went to distract him.'
She looked up at him just as Scott shook his head, 'No, what if he realizes something is wrong?'
Allison shook her head, 'He's right. He will suspect me the least. Dad wouldn't put me in danger and I would have no knowledge of knowing this was about the fire.'
Scott didn't have an argument for that so he just nodded, 'Be careful.'
They split up at that. Allison walked down to the hunter. She knew his name was Jim and that he was in the East just like Richard. She licked her lips and put down her jacket pulling her shirt lower and quickly putting her hair in a ponytail. She still wore her sweatpants so she put her earphones on and started to run toward him
'Oh hi,' she said as she stopped in front of Jim hoping she looked like she was just out on a run like any other day.
The others went closer to the cabin.
'Stiles don't!' hissed Scott, but the paler boy was already opening the door. Richard didn't waste time and instantly fire. Stiles had barely a time to blink before Scott pulled him to the side and they both ended up on the ground.
Stiles didn't know what happened until he finally heard Scott's cry and looked at his best friend only to find blood coming from his side, 'OH MY GOD!'
'What the hell?' asked Jim as he turned around and Allison quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him causing him to hit his head over the hood of the car. Once she was sure he was unconscious she ran to the cabin.
Stiles quickly sat up rushing to Scott's aid checking the wound while Malia and Derek went at Richard, 'Jesus, Scottie.'
The werewolf closed his eyes he never felt a pain like that before. Stiles sat him up pressing him against the wall to the cabin, 'What do I do?'
He looked at the side before he remembered how quickly Scott and Malia could heal once their bones were fixed. He swallowed hard knowing blood would make him dizzy before he raised Scott's shirt and licked his lips.
'Buddy, don't bite me okay?' he literally dug his fingers into Scott's side feeling flesh and meet underneath them while Scott's scream echoed through the woods along with sound of struggle coming from the cabin.
Once Stiles finally pulled it out Scott let out a revealed sigh. He looked at Stiles and nodded with a small smile gratefully before they heard another shot and every noise went silent.
Allison finally parked the car home. She just wanted to go shower and to bed. She managed to do the first part but the other was cut off by Scott's call.
'How do you feel?'
'Tired and a bit ashamed,' she admitted, 'I can't believe I did that.'
'We'll figure it out, Allison. At least now we have someone who can tell us about what happened in the fire and maybe give us a lead on the alpha,' assured her Scott before he sighed, 'I just wished I was there when you knocked him out. It must have been pretty badass.'
'You can count on that,' she assured him before she giggled, 'Gosh, I can't believe this is our life right now.'
'Maybe we should start thinking about plan B.'
'What's that?' she asked as she lied herself down on the bed her hair still wet from the shower.
'Running away from Beacon Hills,' he said and she knew he was joking but she played along, 'Sure, tomorrow? We can take some of my parents' jewelry for a start and then find some jobs like waitress and stuff.'
'Yeah, we could all live in one room, but we would have to do something about Stiles's snoring.'
Allison chuckled, 'Well, two rooms then. Stiles and Malia could stay in one…' she suddenly realized what she said and blushed, 'I mean cause they are used to sleeping in one room now.'
'Yeah, I got it,' said Scott after a moment and Allison felt like slapping herself for that, 'Uh, well. Anyway, we could take turns in cooking and shopping, dishes and trashing.'
'Yeah, but you and Malia should avoid cooking.'
'Hey! Not fair Malia didn't have the time to learn cooking.'
'Yeah, but what is your excuse then?'
'Asshole!' she said also fondly before she closed her eyes, 'We could leave it all behind. No more crazy bloodthirsty alphas or sad past.'
'No more failed classes or absent dads or jocks and stuff.'
'Yeah, that would have been nice, Scott,' said Allison before she opened her eyes, 'I would run away with you, you know…in a heartbeat.'
She felt the smile on his face even if she didn't see it, 'I would run away with you too Allison. We could pretend we are a couple on some holiday or adventure or something.'
'We could live our lives whatever way we want,' she pressed her whole face into her sheets.
'We would sent postcards and stuff that we are fine,' replied Scott, and she yawned.
He chuckled a bit, 'We should go to bed.'
'I already am,' she replied.
'Then you should sleep. You're tired.'
'Alright, good night, Scott.'
'Good night, Ally.'
She sighed, 'Scott?'
'Hm?'
'I think…I really would run away with you if you asked me.'
With that she hung up feeling too embarrassed in that moment to continue or to face what he would reply.
Once they finally came home. Stiles parked the jeep and Malia went to get into the room. He greeted and talked a bit with his dad, but said that they stayed up real late and that he needed to catch a few hours of sleep.
He went upstairs and found Malia undressing herself in the bathroom with the door not fully closed. He watched her naked back for a moment not fully realizing he was actually watching her until she went to pull down her jeans.
A bit ashamed of himself he went to his desk and once he heard her start the shower, he went to lie down on the bed. He was so freaking exhausted from what happened. His heart literally stopped when he heard the second gunshot and was sure someone else got hit. He always had a weird respect for guns since his dad was always caring one. Since a kid they always felt so intimidating and Stiles didn't like the thought of one of his loved ones having them pointed at them. Those few terrifying moments, when the shot was fired and no one noise came from the room had him imagine with worst kind of scenarios with one or all three of his friends dead. In the end the bullet hit Braeden but it wasn't as bad as they feared and Derek killed Richard losing their only suspect in the fire of the Hale's house case which was not good at all. Well, not only one since they had a tied up Jim Andrews in the cabin ready to interrogate in the morning, but for today they decided to call it a nigh and get some rest.
Malia came into the room only to find Stiles with his mouth opened softly snoring. She smiled at him fondly remembering all he did the previous night. It was really a couple of heavy days for all of them with minimum sleep or rest. She walked around the room as she would if she was a coyote tiptoeing and making sure she didn't wake him up. She pulled a pair of her sweatpants from the bottom of his closet and pulled them. Malia calmly walked up to him and pulled down his shoes. She debated whether to wake him up to change from the uncomfortable looking jeans he was forced to sleep the night before. She remembered that he put clothes on her before as well so she started to unzip his jeans. When her fingers stroke his member for a moment she felt it flinch as well as caught the scent of sudden arousal in the room.
Biting her lips she tried not to giggle as she put his jeans down and put a pair of pajama pants on him without waking him up. She was no idea despite that she was lacking a bit in the human department. She knew about mating/sex and she woke up a few times to find Stiles aroused and his member awoken. She was a coyote for years and even if she herself wasn't interested in males, she knew how the mating worked in the animal kingdom so on some level it had to be the same in the humans world. Like Stiles said it didn't always mean anything. Sometimes when he hugged her close or smiled at her a certain way she felt something. Like right now. Stiles had such an oral fixation it was unbelievable. She often saw him lick or put something into his mouth so her attention was often shifted to his lips. By her small consideration she thought Stiles had very nice pink lips. Even when he started to speak really fast and it got hard for her to understand she liked watching them move. She thought he had prettier lips than some girls which she didn't understand why boys needed to have pretty lips at all. She watched as they moved a little bit as he was breathing in and out.
She reached her hand and let her finger softly stroke the line of his lips causing a small moan to escape his mouth.
'Lydia…'
Malia blinked before she chuckled shaking her head at her stupidity. It was silly to care for such thing as how pretty his lips were. She unzipped his hoodie as well and got it off him. She nicely folded his clothes and then went to lie down next to him with a blanket in her hand shutting off the lights.
Stiles didn't know when he fell asleep. He remembered the water running behind the bathroom slightly opened door and in the next moment it was dark outside and he had Malia's head on his chest with a blanket over them. He was a bit surprised she even took off his shoes, but he was super worried and tired that and the previous day so maybe he should have been.
In the end he slowly got from under his sleeping friend and went to change his clothes into something more comfy for sleep when he realized he already was. He didn't remember changing his clothes and he for a moment wondered if Malia just changed his clothes. That caused him to go red again because he felt ashamed of what his body might have done with her pulling off his pants.
He was lost in his thoughts of embarrassment when Malia spoke 'S, I'm sorry I ran. I just…'
He turned to her and shook his head, 'It's alright, M. I would have run too if it was because of my mom,' he admitted before he leaned down and kissed the girl's forehead causing her to reach her hand and brush his cheek softly. He was too tired to feel flushed for that tonight so he just got back to the bed pulled Malia a bit closer and decided to sleep for today and deal with everything tomorrow.
'You're lucky. It hit the arm but didn't go too deep,' said Derek as he was fixing her hand. He was mostly done the bullet out in Braeden's hand as she was examining it. For that brief second he wondered if she was dead. It was just a moment but it shocked and terrified him how frightened he was for that second. He shouldn't have. He knew he shouldn't have but he grew… familiar with her? As much as he hated to admit it on some level he trusted her.
She managed to earn that. He didn't have many people who could.
'How do you even know what to do, Mr. I-heal-really-quick?' she asked giving him a really interested look.
He shrugged his shoulders, 'I figured it wouldn't hurt to learn a skill or too.'
She watched him for a second before she spoke, 'Nah, the stiches? They're really good. Someone thought you… a doctor?'
'Teacher,' he said and for a moment looked up at her, 'I was studying to become a doctor.'
She blinked at that not able to hid her shock. He ignored the look and went back to his work.
'It… uhm… you must have let go of a lot of good by coming here again,' she started carefully all of the sudden feeling nervous. She felt bad for him. She always told herself before meeting with him that she couldn't. She really couldn't feel bad for him no matter how sad his story was but as she was spending so much time with him it was becoming harder and harder to do so.
'Laura…was family. That's all that mattered,' he replied and finished.
'Thanks,' she mumbled quietly. They looked at each other. For a second she wondered if she could kiss him.
It was a stupid thought based on the fact that the moment just appeared really perfect for that. She would blame dumb soup operas or romantic comedies for always resolving with a kiss in these situations. She seriously will not consider the fact that her heartbeat had gone wild or the nervousness in her stomach because that was not her. It was the soup operas.
They watched each other a little longer before Derek licked his lips and looked away.
As Derek looked at Braeden struggling to pull her shirt up, he realized he was wrong. After the full moon, he thought he perhaps would let someone in eventually, he thought he would trust someone eventually. He was wrong. He was wrong because looking at the huntress in front of him, who got tortured just so she wouldn't tell the others about Scott or Malia and him, he knew he already did trust someone, and he already let her in.
He walked up to her and put his hand on top of hers stopping her in the moves which brought her nothing but pain and no results so far.
'May I?'
Braeden visibly shook at that letting off an aroma of arousal for a second before she nodded. He felt like smirking smugly as he noticed her face turning a bit redder, but he chose not to and instead he carefully pulled it over her head leaving her in just a bra.
His eyes momentary drifted to the claw mark on her neck noticing that it traced her neck all the way to her shoulder blade. Despite the terrible claw marks on her neck she was truly a beautiful woman. The marks in an odd way looked fascinating to him as well. Not because they were there a proof of some werewolf getting the better of her, or showing his strength, but because they were a proof that she was a survivor, that she was human and fragile and yet she could fight, and stay alive all on her own.
He looked away from the mark to her eyes seeing uncertainty but also something else. Something he already saw inside them a few times before. Even if he wanted to act on that something, tonight wasn't the night. She was too tired and hurt being tortured for hours.
He took a step back, 'I will run you a bath and prepare some clothes for you afterwards.'
Braeden was too stunned to argue so she just nodded, 'Alright.'
Derek walked pass her to the bathroom.
'You came for me. You and the kids,' said Braeden all of the sudden, 'Thank you for that. I really didn't know if you would.'
Derek stopped in the doorway before he looked at her, 'Since…the fire I don't think I felt until today…I didn't feel like I was a part of any pack. Today with all of those kids I did. It's a bit pathetic really to feel like that with a bunch of teens and a huntress.'
He walked inside before she could say anything. She wasn't sure she would as she was too stunned to actually do. Telling her that she was pack was like the highest praise from Derek, not to mention although she was a human it caused her to feel oddly warm inside as if since Henry Tate was killed she had someone, she belonged somewhere.
Derek came out after a moment the water already running.
She looked him into the eyes, 'I have to tell you something.'
Derek stopped and watched as Braeden took a deep breath, 'You were right. I didn't came to town because of Laura. I came…for another reason, but I decided to help Laura anyway.'
He remained silence as she licked her lips and continued, 'I made a promise. I swore to a dying man that I would find and help his daughter no matter what. I swore to protect Malia Tate.'
Jim woke up in the cabin tied to a chair. He would have cursed if his mouth wasn't covered with a duct tape. He wondered if Allison Argent hitting him meant that Chris knew as well what he and Richard did that night. Idiot. He never should have gotten involved. He should have send Kate packing when she told him her plan. It was so stupid he couldn't believe he went with it.
He lowered his head before he heard the door slowly opened. He looked up expecting Chris, but he found someone he didn't recognize there. He tried to get his attention hoping he was some stranger who could help him, but the man only slowly walked toward him.
As he was close Jim realized he was not there to help. He swallowed breathing hard as the man slowly walked toward him.
'Hello, I hope you can help me out a bit, Jimmy,' he said as he tore of the duct tape from his mouth, 'I'm looking for one very naughty girl.'