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: Hi, new chapter after forever is here. If you want to you can guess before you start it which couple will kiss in this chapter. ScottxAllison, StilesxMalia or DerekxBraeden.

Sorry, it took so long. It was a two year anniversary last month, but all my files were corrupted so I had to write this again. It's a bit different than the first version though.

Happy Easter Guys and lots of water (In Slovakia we have a tradition where Boys come to girls to throw water at them for good luck. Girls do the same the next day.) In other words good luck. :)

Thank you for the support and still reading this story.

Enjoy

Chapter Fourteen: That First Kiss, How It Haunts Me Still

Derek looked outside at the rainy morning before he turned to look at the woman on his bed, 'I'm going to need some answers, you know that right?'

Braeden nodded, 'Yeah, I know.'

She brushed her hair and sat up a bit, 'I keep on ending up in your bed.'

He would have chuckled. He was really close to doing it but he stopped himself and nodded at her to urge her.

She nodded as well knowing there was no other way around it. She had to tell the truth.

She moved her hair away from her neck and let her fingers went over her neck and chest, 'See this cutie was given to me the first time I found out about your world. '

Derek looked closer. His eyes often looked at the scar on the side of her neck and shoulder. That it was caused by a werewolf was obvious. He expected a very dark story behind the scar, yet he would never ask. He had scars of his own…too many. Not all scars were visible. He would never ask her about them, he respected them and knew she respected his in return.

'I was…am a Federal Marshal. I was hunting a criminal with the nick name the Desert Wolf for a very long time. Long story short, I cornered her and her friends in a mutual exchange of money and some things from the black market,' she looked away for a moment, her eyes fixing on the rain outside. 'I almost died that day. They forced me to go on a leave. I had trouble to process for a while. I started looking into things and met Henry Tate.'

She suddenly went quiet her eyes forced on the window. She needed to hold herself together for a moment. All the memories came back. Memories which still hurt.

'Henry Tate is Malia's father?' asked Derek and she nodded finding her voice again.

'Yes, he was,' she looked at him, 'He was a deputy here in Beacon Hills. He grew up here, his house is the one at the edge of the woods. You've probably seen it a couple of times. Well, he had a wife and two daughters. One day there was an accident. His wife and the younger girl Kylie were found instantly dead, but the older girl's body was never found. The investigation was closed saying that her body was dragged out of the car by coyotes but as we know now that was not the case.'

'Wait, I'm confused,' he cut her off raising his hand.

'Was Henry Tate supernatural like Malia?'

Braeden shook her head, 'Malia is adopted. I don't thinks she knows yet either. When they didn't find her body, Henry assumed her mother came from her and took her away with her. Her birth mother.'

'Let me guess, her mother is the Desert Wolf you were looking for,' said Derek as he had a feeling she wouldn't mention the woman if she didn't play a bigger role in all of that.

'Yes, she is. Henry and I have been tracing her down for a long time. He taught me everything I know today. Anyway, to sum it up, we ended up in Canada. Henry got caught in the gunshot. It was just then that we found out that the Desert Wolf had no idea where Malia was either. I made Henry a promise I would found her and protect her. On my way here I encountered Laura. I figured I needed to get in with the hunters anyway, so I decided to help her out.'

Derek was quite for a while, 'How did you and Henry know Malia wasn't really dead?'

'That was a little something one of her mother's helpers confessed. He said that if she was dead she would know. You know how werewolves in pack are stronger? Well with coyotes it's a bit different. Coyotes tend to eat their babies. Apparently werecoyotes give half of their powers to their kids,' she explained before she looked at her hands in her lap, 'I won't lie. A part why I decided to help Laura out was cause I hoped she would help me out in return.'

'To help you track down Malia,' he added.

Braeden nodded, 'Yes. I didn't got to ask her though.'

Derek looked at her, 'I think she would have said yes if you told her this. I think would too.'

She smiled, 'I like to think you would as well.'

He smiled at her back even if just a little bit.

His phone suddenly beeped, and they shared a look before he walked toward it.

'It's Scott. He and Allison went to check up on Woodruff. Do you feel like coming with?' he asked nodding at her arm. She nodded, 'Yeah, I'm good. I will just get my jacket.'

Derek went to take his as well, 'Henry Tate…he taught you everything he knew about the supernatural.'

'Yeah, he was like a dad to me. Mine was shit. Not really father material. Henry was good with daughters. He really didn't deserve to lose them like that.'

'Did he ever tell you how he got to Malia? If he knew who she was?'

'He said his wife handled the adoption and that there was nothing in the papers just another alias. He figured it was the Deserts Wolf and that she was in the area around the time it happened thanks to his police access. He put two and two together and has been tracking her since then.'

'Well, now he can rest in peace at least. Malia is no longer in the woods, she's here with her friends, her pack.'

Braeden nodded, 'Yeah, that would mean everything to him.'

He walked closer to her and put his hand on her good shoulder, 'He would have been proud of you.'

She looked up at him. Again the same tension from last night filling the room. Moments passed before Derek's phone beeped again ruining it. They stepped away at the same time both knowing that it would be only a matter of time before something happened. There was no going back. They crossed that line, they trusted each other, they wanted each other. One of them would lean in the next time maybe both and the other would accept.

'Thanks for going with me,' said Allison as she parked the car almost at the beginning of the road which lead to the cabin. They had to leave Woodruff in the cabin since they couldn't take him with them and Braeden needed to get her arm checked.

It was raining all morning so Allison put the hoodie over her head and thank God she had her hair in a ponytail.

'It's fine. I wouldn't want you to go alone and Derek is on his way too,' he said as he was checking his phone. He texted the other werewolf a little while back, and he replied in a short one word sentence. He was his usual self.

She nodded, 'I texted him last night. He said Braeden was okay. Well, he wrote: She's fine.'

Scott smirked at that and followed the brunette. They got close.

'Hey, how was at home? Your parents were cool about everything which happened?' he easily caught up with her. The girl nodded, 'Yeah, no interrogations thank God. Not sure how long it will stay a mystery that they're missing two hunters...'

They both stopped as they got close. The door to the cabin was open. Scott turned toward her, 'Stay behind me.'

'No,' said Allison looking almost offended. She was frowning and everything. Scott blinked shocked, 'This isn't a power thing, just make sure you're protected, okay?'

He went ahead and Allison followed but not because he told her to. Scott carefully entered before he went out trying to block Allison's view, but it was too late. She already saw it. Richards and Woodruff's bodies cut to parts and were all over the place. On the wall the murderer left a message.

Two to go

She swallowed hard before puked her breakfast out Scott looking away for a moment to control his own stomach before he helped her up.

'Come on, we have to get Derek here now.'

They returned to Allison's car sitting against the hood both of them white from the shock when Derek and Braeden finally came and went to look into the cabin.

'It's like,' she started without looking at him, 'It's like he ripped them apart literally. You think he did it with his bare hands?'

Scott also kept on looking in front of him, 'Yeah, I'm pretty sure he did. I didn't notice at first, but that was definitely rage and anger in that cabin.'

'Do you ever sense...happiness?' she asked suddenly before she turned to look at Scott, 'When we found Matthews or now, did you ever sense happiness or joy or some positive emotion?'

Scott looked at her, 'No, just anger, why?'

She shook her head, 'I'm just...thinking if he is happy about what he does. If he's enjoying it or it if is just revenge for the Hale fire.'

Derek and Braeden returned, 'Okay, we need to call your father now.'

Allison frowned, 'Why?'

Braeden shook her head, 'You puked on the place the sheriff could take it as evidence plus...it wouldn't be too good if he found the message and found out that they were Chris's hunters. There would be questions he can't answer. This way he will do damage control, plus the more away from this the sheriff is the less he is in danger.'

Scott looked at her again, 'There is a point. Sheriff doesn't know about the supernatural, he could end up as collateral.'

Allison sighed, 'What will he tell him?'

'The truth,' said Braeden surprising the three, 'Well, our version of it.'

Stiles was getting ready to school. He woke up as usual with Malia next to him both sharing the warm of the blanket and each other as she had her head on arm. It was a bit sore, but he didn't mind all that. He somehow got out from under her without waking her up. It wasn't even weird anymore to sleep with her. She was M. It seemed natural. He took some clothes and went to the bathroom to get dressed and wash up. By the time he was up Malia was already sitting on the bed with her hair a mess. He liked looking at her in the morning. All sleeping with her eyes barely opened and her hair a mess, she looked funny. Cute even. If his dad was there Stiles would say goodbye to her and she would have breakfast later, but since he already left for work they could eat together. Malia was barely functioning in the morning, but she still helped him with the breakfast. He still thought it was hilarious since she looked like a zombie so much.

Shut up, she mumbled before she started to eat her eggs and bacon, and he couldn't help but laughed at her. She even sounded like one. Brains.

When they heard the knock on the door both of them stilled. Scott and Allison would have walked in, and they weren't expecting anyone this early. Malia remained in the kitchen as they boy rushed to open the door.

'Oh thank God,' he muttered as he found Braeden behind it with her hand rose in greeting.

'Do you have a moment?' she said and he noticed a folder in behind her arm.

'What's that?' he asked nodding at the folder. What's that?

'Malia new identity', she handed him the folder.

'We need to talk this through and go visit the sheriff,' said the woman and walked inside. Malia came from the kitchen, 'Hi.'

The woman nodded at her.

'Why do we need to go to my dad?'

'Cause he is looking for Malia and it might not look good the next time he meets her with you guys without some good explanation about that night and who she is.'

Stiles sighed brushing his head, 'Alright, let's do that.'

Malia continued to chew on her toast as she spoke, 'Okay.'

She jumped on the sofa and smiled at them. Happiness was in little things. Like seeing Malia with wolfing down her toast.

'Also we have another problem. Allison and Scott just found Richards and the other hunter dead ripped in pieces all over the cabin.'

The toast fell from Malia's mouth.

The last thing Chris Argent was expecting when he woke up that morning was that he would get a call from his daughter about his two hunters dead in a cabin in the woods.

He met Allison by her car. He hugged her instantly, 'What happened, Allie?'

She shook her head, 'I don't know. I found them, and just puked myself.'

He hugged her one more time as if to make sure she was really there not hurt before he stepped away, 'Alright, now tell me.'

She sighed, 'I came to practise shooting this morning from the crossbow a little over there. I didn't want to be seen. I noticed the car and realized it was Jim's. I came to look for him...found him in there,' she pointed. Her father left her by the car before he went up to the cabin. He momentarily looked away as he realized the men were in pieces all over the floor and walls.

He stepped outside and went back to Allison.

He put his hands on her shoulder and looked her deep into the eyes, 'You tell me everything, Allison. Everything you know.'

She looked him into the eyes and nodded.

She lied her ass off of course.

'I...I can't get the image out of my head nor eat. I seriously do not want to eat,' said Allison with her eyes in front of her remembering the bloodbath. They were sitting in the cafeteria. Her dad wanted her to stay home, but she wanted to go to school and be with the others. Now, she wasn't so sure.

He nodded looking at his food like it was an alien as well, 'Yeah, I feel like that too, but maybe. Maybe just a bite or something.'

'Later,' she said and put her hand and over his for a moment. He turned his palm so he could hold hands for a moment. She felt a bit better and so did he.

He nodded at her and they continued to look down at their lunches in silence. It was really hard to eat today.

'Ha, not hungry?' asked Stiles as he joined them looking around if no one was around. They both shot him a not amused look. Their friend was so terrible sometimes.

'Alright, so I spoke with Malia and my dad bought the fake story. As for our little alpha problem Braeden and I might have something. We think that Matthews found out about the fire from a patient or student who came to confine in him.'

Allison frowned, 'So you think it's a student?'

'More like former student. Someone who was maybe in his office and told him with a guilty conscience.

'What about Derek?' asked Scott suddenly getting an idea. 'He was a student at the time, right? Maybe it was too much for him then but maybe he noticed something or someone acting weird around him without him realizing.'

Stiles pointed his fork at his best friend, 'That actually isn't a bad suggestion. Want to cover that? He's still in the woods lurking around the crime scene for some clues without meeting with Argent's hunters.'

Scott nodded, 'Sure. We'll bond over his family burning.'

Stiles chuckled but Allison shut him up with a look.

'Anyway, let's meet afterwards. Me and Malia will check Matthews records. Hopefully, we will find something.'

'Something your dad missed?' asked Scott sceptically, but Stiles raised his index fingers, 'My dad was looking for something in his recent cases not six years old. It's worth the shot at this moment.'

Suddenly Scott and Allison blinked confused while Stiles looked at them oddly, 'What?'

'Hello, everyone,' said Lydia and sat down next to Stiles facing him causing him to choke on his food a bit, 'Uh, hi?'

'I want to talk to Malia. Can you arrange it?'

Stiles opened his mouth like a fish dragged from the water, 'Uh, Malia?'

'Is uh your favourite sound? Yes, Malia. I cannot find her on any social media so I need you to arrange us a meeting or give me her number whatever works for you.'

Stiles looked from the redhead to his friends who were just as shocked. Scott shook his head while Allison was glaring at the girl.

'Why do you need to talk to Malia anyway?' asked Scott after Lydia kept on looking at Stiles.

The girl flipped her hair as she looked at the boy, 'Does it matter? Besides this business is between Malia and I. Well, can you give me her number or get her to meet me?'

Stiles swallowed a bit before he dug out his phone and waved it at her, 'I will give her your number, I guess.'

'Excellent. You have my number, right?' she asked winking at him before she stood up and walked away.

Stiles closed his mouth finally and looked at his friends, 'What was that?'

'That was Lydia Martin winking at you and asking to talk to our Malia,' said Allison, 'I don't like this.'

'It's like you know something bad is coming,' agreed Scott.

Stiles turned to look at Lydia before he turned back, 'Jesus, what will I do?'

'Ask Malia to talk to her and listen to what she wants?' suggested Scott.

Stiles nodded, 'Yeah, that sounds about right, thanks. Man, you're killing it today.'

Scott shot him a look annoyed that he was making fun of him having good ideas, 'Shut up.'

He bite into the apple since it felt better than eating meat. He nodded at Allison, who with a sight started to eat out her fries.

'Are you sure you got this?' asked Braeden as she parked her call in front of the sheriff's station. They've stayed in the car for a while just watching the place, 'There will be a lot's of lying involved. I will try to do most of the talking, but sheriff might ask you a thing or two, alright?'

Malia turned toward her with a very determinate expression on her face before she nodded, 'Yeah, I got this.'

The woman smiled at her and nodded, 'Good, now let's go.'

She followed her out of the car. They were prepared what to say to the sheriff but despite her words, Malia felt her stomach was in a tight knot which was aching. She would have to go to the station. The place she last visited as a little girl with her dad when he had to take her with him to work. The place she used to drink juice and do homework while their dads were working. She used to know everyone in the station. All the staff would come and great her when she came inside smiling at her asking her how she was and sometimes even playing with her. She always felt so…wanted there. Like she knew this was a place she could come to and people would make her feel good with their attention.

Now, it felt completely different. She walked inside as Breaden held the door for her, but no one greeted her or smiled at her. The woman at the counter wasn't the nice old lady, Berta, who would give Malia, Kylie and Stiles lollipops whenever they came. It was some young female deputy who gave them both a polite and professional look.

She looked around, but even the offices look different. Stiles said they renovated and explained that it mean that they change the place, but it was completely different to what she remembered. It just didn't feel the same. It felt cold. It was so cold it caused her to pull her hoodie tighter around her.

Chris Argent picked up the phone, 'If this is about the poker night. I think nineish should be good.'

The sheriff chuckled on the other end of the line, 'Sure, sounds good. Listen, I'm actually calling about something else. Or more like someone.'

Chris clenched his fist. He already suspected a call from the sheriff about his hunters, but he was caught off guard by his friend's next words.

'It's about Braeden Woods?'

That caught the hunter by surprise, 'Yes, sure.'

He frowned a bit as he listened to the sheriff explain to him what went down in his office a while back. He didn't like this. He didn't trust this. Could it be that Allison didn't know that Malia was related to Braeden? And why did the huntress didn't mention it then?

He found it very suspicious indeed.

'Chris, are you there?' asked John.

'Yeah, sorry, my mind wondered off for a second. I honestly didn't know about this, but Ms. Woods isn't long with us. I can subtly check it out for you. I'm sure she won't lie to me.' He would surely check it out, but he couldn't be sure about the lying part especially since two or more of his men could have been involved in an arson and lie to his face every day about it.

'Thanks, buddy. Not sure if that is necessary...I just...I don't know. The girl made me worried about her. I think she has some trouble at home and her staying with a non-relative...It must have been hard on her.'

'Ah, saint Stilinski in action,' chuckled Chris lightening up a bit.

'Come on, it's just...she seemed like she needed people, alright? I have a soft spot. I'm an old man father after all.'

Chris nodded, 'Of course, whatever you say. So tonight at nine?'

'Sounds good. I will let Melissa know.'

Chris hung up after that. He needed to call his huntress after all.

Braeden came shortly on her bike as usual. She didn't look worried or panicked at all. She looked calm as if she was expecting him to call her.

'Hi, you spoke with the sheriff today,' he stated.

The woman followed him into the basement where they did most of the planning, 'I said I needed the day off for personal stuff,' she nodded.

Chris sat down. If he was going for a power play he should have let her sit down and continue to stand, but he didn't think he needed one. Not with her at least. She was new, she did well, but there was something about her he already didn't trust. It was a hunch. It wasn't that he thought she was dangerous. He trusted her with keeping Allison, his wife or himself save, but she had her own agenda. Nothing that would hurt them per say but something else brought her to the town and to his doorsteps.

'Okay, well then tell me, please,' said Chris and gestured for her to talk.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, 'What is there to say? I'm helping a girl who's family I am close with from getting into the system.'

'Please explain, you didn't came to the town to join us, did you?'

'If you are asking me if I had different reasons then yes, I did, and yes that reason was Malia, but it doesn't change the fact that I work for you.'

He watched her closely. He knew she was still keeping something. He might not know what, but that much he knew.

'Okay, explain.'

'What?'

'Malia?'

Braeden sighed, 'I knew her father. He got me into the business. He passed away and since it was just him and Malia she would get taken by the social services. I didn't want that to happen so I decided to help her out. Keep her with me. He asked me to care of her. I am.'

Chris nodded, 'Alright. So you're just helping out a girl which happened to be in the school when the alpha attacked it?'

Braeden crossed her arms, 'Yeah, I can't really control who she's friends with. Right now that's Allison and those two boys she's always around. Besides we both know that if the alpha was after someone in the school it was your daughter.'

'So you're going to continue lie about all of this?'

'Where's the lie? I'm telling you everything you want to know, am I not?' She knew she was pushing the lines a bit but she needed to look upset that he was asking her those things, in a way people are upset when they are being forced to talk about personal stuff. It was the only way for Chris to believe that it was genuine.

He sighed, 'Fine. I'm still not buying it, but you didn't do anything about which caused me trouble in the business yet.'

She nodded, 'Alright so we're good?'

'Not even close. How about you tell me what you think of our latest bodies mystery?'

Braeden made a grimace, 'Is there really a mystery? It's clear the alpha killed them because of the Hales' fire. All your hunters know this by now.'

'So what do you suggest?' he asked.

'It's obvious what he wants now. He wants Kate.'

He looked her dead in the eyes, 'Kate.'

'Yeah, he wants you to get Kate here.'

Chris shook his head, 'Well, he's not going to get her. I'm not bringing her here, and the message said two more left. If one is Kate and the other one is whoever did it then it all stops once he can't find Kate.'

'Or it doesn't, and he comes after the rest of your family until he gets her,' warned him Braeden.

Chris frowned, 'Are you sure this is about the alpha and not you?'

She frowned, 'I don't even know Kate. I'm just telling you what I think. The alpha is a psycho murderer. He wants revenge, and he will not like that you do not what to give him Kate.'

'So you're suggesting that I give him willingly my sister, yes?'

Braeden went closer to him, 'Tell me, boss, if it comes to Allison and Victoria for Kate what will you do?'

Chris pressed his jaw firmly. It was quite the question. What would he do if it really came to it?

Stiles parked the car outside the school in the back so no one would see it. Since the alpha attacked the school they doubled the security so they needed to be careful.

He looked around before he looked at Malia. She had been quiet the whole ride, 'You okay, M?'

She nodded, 'Yeah.' Her voice was weak.

He blinked, but she already got out of the car. Truth was her mind was filled with the Sheriff's station and the talk she had with Sheriff Stilinski. She lied to him today. She never lied so much in her life. It made her feel bad.

'Malia,' said Stiles as he quickly caught up with her.

'I'm fine. It was just strange to be at the station. It looked so different. No lollipop or Berta.'

It took Stiles a moment to remember, 'Oh, yeah, Berta, God she was the best. Remember when she had come with cake. I loved cake days,' he said with a smile on his face. Malia smiled as well, 'She would pinch your cheek and say you were her fat little boy.'

His smile fell, 'Not funny. That's not what a friend does. We were just sharing a happy memory and you ruined it.' He said, but he didn't sound too upset since he got Malia to chuckle at him.

They walked into the school.

'What about Scott and Allison?'

'Allison's dad is paranoid because of what happened in the cabin. Scott has to work for a few more hours,' he explained as they walked inside.

'Okay, let's school break...again.'

Allison spent the night in going through everything she could find in her house about werewolf. She listened to her dad getting ready for the poker game as well as her mom's arguments about why he shouldn't go.

'It will look suspicious if I don't, Victoria. You know that,' heard Allison from behind the door. She frowned at it a bit before she returned to her book.

She still had a bad taste in her mouth from the blood and body parts she saw in the cabin.

'Bye, Allison,' she heard her dad.

'Bye, dad, have fun. Remember I want a new pony,' she called back smiling a bit.

She got a text from Scott.

Just two more hours. We will come to your house to talk about what Stiles and Malia find.

She replied to him just as her mom walked inside, 'Hey, do you have a moment?'

Allison nodded and pushed the books a bit for her to sit, 'How are you holding up?'

'Well, eating today was a challenge, but I think I made it work.'

'I'm sorry, you had to see it, but you understand that in our line of work this is normal.'

'Yeah, dad already had this talk. I get it...but it's not easy,' she confessed, her mom nodded, 'I know that. I get that. If it was you wouldn't be human.'

Allison smiled a bit at that, 'Thanks.'

Her mother nodded, 'I was thirteen when I first saw something like that. Your grandparents.'

Allison nodded. It made sense. They always said it was a car accident which killed her mother's parents, but it made sense that they died in the line of work as her mom put it.

'They were on a hunt?' asked Allison, but her mother shook her head, 'No, they were at home while I was in school. They killed some rouge werewolves a couple a weeks back and one of their friends came for revenge. My mom was pregnant at the time. He got dad first and she was an easy prey.'

Allison swallowed hard. She never knew this detail about the story. Allison took her hand in hers, and Victoria kissed it, 'It's okay now. Your dad's parents took me in and trained me.'

'I like that you and dad were friends since kids,' admitted Allison to lightened the mood.

'Yeah, we knew each other since diapers. Everyone always joked we would end up together, get married and have kids. Of course, we purposely tried to prove them wrong saying we're just friends. It didn't really work.'

Allison chuckled, 'Must have been strange coming from he's like my brother to I want to kiss him.'

Victoria shook her head, 'It wasn't. Well, it was when I first started to think about it. It was long before Chris did. Boy are just...,' she waved her hand causing Allison to giggle some more, 'But once it came to kissing him everything felt right. It felt like this was the only guy I should have ever kissed. It still does. Sometimes you shouldn't think about things too much, just do them.'

Allison felt as if they were talking about something else and she quickly looked away, 'Just because you and dad work out it doesn't mean everyone does, mom?'

'Does it hurt try?'

'Yes,' said Allison shaking her head, 'It can messed up everything for...what a weird feeling which might not even be anything?'

Victoria watched her for a moment before she nodded, 'Okay, well, you have to make your own choice. Now, maybe we can talk a bit about Malia?'

'Malia?' asked Allison making a face, 'I swear you guys are so into her lately. You sure you don't want to adopt her?'

'Well, you always wanted a baby sister,' reminded her Victoria and Allison chuckled, 'Right.'

'I'm asking because your dad got a call from the Sheriff and we're just curious and worried about her.'

'She's fine, okay? I trust that she is fine,' assured her Allison.

Victoria raised her hands, 'Alright, got it. I trust you, just. It looks like Malia has a rough life, be nice to her.'

Allison smiled, 'I'm always nice.'

'Not to every girl,' said her mom.

Allison looked shocked, 'I'm nice to every girl who is nice to me.'

Victoria smirked, 'That's my girl.'

Matthews's records were put into a storage room in the boiler room. They had been going over them for the last hours with not much luck yet.

Malia suddenly heard some noise. She instantly pulled Stiles away from the records and shelf into the back of the corridor behind a boiler. He got in front of her pushing himself into her as if he was trying to make sure no one would saw despite her being the one who could protect herself.

Stiles started to feel the adrenaline rush as he heard someone coming down the stairs. Someone was coming toward them. Someone would find them soon. He swallowed hard his mind working up plans and escapes to get out of the situation. He heard them close and felt Malia's heart speeding up against his shoulder.

He closed his eyes. He barely had time to think about all the cons when the only thing on his mind was how it would partly solve the situation.

He grabbed Malia's jacket pulling her closer to him. He managed to catch the confused look on her face right before he kissed her in a very weird way as it was basically lips being pressed against each other.

She let out a confused noise more than anything, but he felt no defense or struggle from her. She just stood there confused her lips against his. It was far from a perfect first kiss, it was far from a kiss at all actually. He felt her breath in for a moment and then he felt her fingers against his cheek and he realized that he should close his eyes. She made a movement with her lips and he kissed her again this time getting a better angle and generally not making it feel so awkward as before.

Stiles put his hands on her waist trying to find some comfort. It wasn't a terrible kiss. It was just a bit weird, but then Malia moved her lips again that way and suddenly it wasn't awkward one bit. It was hot. When he felt her firm teeth sinking into his lip he actually got aroused which was exactly when it ended since he was pulled backward by someone.

'Crazy kids! What do you think you are doing here?!' asked the janitor and Stiles could feel even if he couldn't see his face that he was red as a freaking tomato while Malia was just blinking still confused.

'This is no kissing stone. Get the hell out!' he shouted and Stiles quickly took Malia's hand leading her away from the cursing man.

He didn't let her hand until they were in front of the jeep and needed to part to go sit inside.

Stiles started the car his hands shaking a bit as he realized what he just did. He looked over at Malia who was looking outside of the window.

Fuck

He hoped he didn't completely ruin things with her.

Scott waved at Derek as he stopped the car in front of the vet's clinic, 'Thanks for the ride, man. Stiles drove him here, so I would have to walk a few miles to the bus stop to get-'

'You don't have to explain it all twice,' said the older werewolf as Scott got into the car.

He nodded instantly, 'Right, sorry.'

'Where to?'

'Uh, Allison's. We're going to talk about to do next. Stiles's texted me he found a few names in the doctor's files, but nothing too helpful yet.'

Derek nodded and started the car going barely under the speed limit.

'Look,' started Scott shaking his head. There was really no easy way to say this, 'Braeden must have already tell you that we think the last of Kate's team was a former student. Well, we think that maybe it could have been your classmate or someone who you went to school with. I know it's hard...but can you maybe remember someone...anyone who was acting weird around the time? Stiles will have the list of names too, but maybe someone pops into your head right now? Someone who smelled angry, upset, or guilty around you? Maybe sad even? If he had the consciousness to tell Matthews he might have remorse about what he did, what happened,' said Scott looking over at the older man.

Derek kept his eyes in front of him.

'Maybe, it was a long time ago. I barely remember it.'

'I get that but maybe...'

'No, Scott, it's like a blur to me. I don't remember anything from that week just the moment they asked me to leave the class and what they said, but that's it. I remember bits but nothing what you are suggesting. No one acted weird, or made me feel threatened not even Kate. It was an ordinary week, and ordinary day.'

Scott looked to the front.

'I'm sorry, Derek.'

He nodded, 'I know. I am too.'

They were walking toward his house when Stiles couldn't take the silence anymore. It was worst then on their way toward the school.

'Please tell me you don't hate me, M,' he said putting his hands together as if he was praying. Malia blinked at him, 'Why would I hate you?'

She titled her head in a way which made him want to say cutie.

'Uhm, well, for kissing you without asking. That was totally a dick move which is something I told you I would never do, but I did. I did it so that whoever was coming would assume we were making out and not looking for old records but still. Not cool.'

Malia put her hands into her pockets, 'So it was to make us look like a couple? So that they would think we were there to do coupley things?'

'Yeah, it was better than if they knew why we were really there, or I thought it was if the person who saw us wasn't the janitor, but maybe the alpha or someone…,' he nervously brushed the back of his head.

Malia watched him for a moment before she nodded, 'Yeah, that makes sense.'

She turned to walk to the side of the window's which weren't facing sheriff's room, but Stiles stopped her, 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't kiss you. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.'

She looked away with an odd look on her face, 'I'm not mad because you didn't ask.' She looked at him, 'I'm just...it was the first, Stiles. It was my first kiss.'

Stiles watched her for a moment before the realization caught up to him. Of course it was her first kiss. She was a coyote since nice years old. Of course, she was never kissed before and he was the jerk who took that from her.

'Shit, Malia,' he stopped her again, 'Look. I didn't...I wasn't thinking.'

She shrugged, 'It's fine. I'm not sure I like kissing or not anyway.'

Stiles made an upset noise, 'Thanks, M. Feeling real confident right now.'

She chuckled, 'Come on. It was weird a bit, right?'

He shook his head before he remembered when he pressed their lips together and nodded, 'Okay, it wasn't like from a Disney story, but then it got better. I liked it...like I liked the,' he moved his finger between their lips, 'The movement and frictions, and the bite was oddly nice.'

Malia thought about it, 'I remembered I saw people move lips when they kiss...the bite...I just sort of felt like doing that. Not sure if it makes sense.'

Stiles smiled, 'A bit. I mean...kissing should be about what feels good. I think. I think everything from kissing, to makeouts, to sex should be about what feels good. You try and what feels right you repeat it, enjoy it,' he said looking away feeling his face was hot again. It made sense to him. He often thought about sex, God, he so often thought about sex. He thought about what he might like and what not. It made sense that he would have to try a few things to know for sure if he liked them.

Malia thought about his idea as well, 'Yeah, I think you're right.'

She smiled at him, 'I think as first kisses go. It was okay. It was...good with places to go, to improve.'

'Look at you using the big words,' he joked and she shoved him.

'But seriously, I'm sorry for taking your first kiss like that. You're my best friend and I never wanted you not to have a choice in who you wanted to give something like that away to.'

Malia looked at him before she brushed her hair a bit, 'I sort wondered if it was going to be you.'

Stiles blinked, 'Yeah?'

'Yeah, you're my best friend. You're S. You, Allison and Scott are the only ones who are bringing me to the human world. You guys teach and show me stuff, and from all three, I think I could only imagine kissing with you,' she said and smiled, 'It wasn't terrible.'

She suddenly took a step closer to Stiles and pressed her fingers against his lips. She instantly stepped away after that and shrugged her shoulders, 'Your lips are nice, soft.'

Stiles watched her stunned before he closed his eyes trying to sort out his thoughts, 'I...thanks, M.'

She chuckled at his distress.

'Do you want to try again? Like a repair kiss?' he asked his heartbeat wild. Malia watched him. He looked weird. He sounded weird and the offer maybe should have been strange. But it didn't feel like that to her.

She found herself taking a step closer nodding in that way which he adored as if she was making a point.

He felt his the corners of his mouth jerked a bit almost into a smile.

'Okay, uhm, sure, let's...kiss,' he looked at her lips and then at her brown eyes.

Malia watched him as he nervously stepped from one foot to another. She rolled her eyes and gave him a look which told him he was being an idiot.

He sighed nodding to himself again. He was being an idiot. This was Malia. His best friend, who he loved dearly, and who he was making uneasy about something very important. This was her first kiss. He should...make it up to her.

He tried to proceed clinically. He very carefully put his hands on her waist leaned toward her. This time he instantly titled his head to the side as she did the same. He felt her hand on his chest. She didn't push him away when he kissed her. The hand was just pressed there making the spot feel warm.

The kiss was different from the chaotic press of lips from before. It was tender and yet very firm. He wet his lips before he actually kissed her so it wasn't dry and it caused some friction which made it feel so much better than the first time. If he was completely honest it did something to him. He liked watching people in the movies kiss. He always found it interesting how two people who had chemistry could just press their lips together and just make people feel the love, well fake love since they were actors but it still made him want to watch and wonder how would it feel like. He hated watching Lydia and Jackson kiss but that was because it was Lydia and Jackson. Kissing Malia was very different than what he felt or thought kissing was like. This time it was better. He felt the stimulation, the heat, how everything inside him was shifting. She was real, bones, flesh, skin. He liked it. He realized that he liked kissing very much.

When her hand on his chest got joined by her other hand and she moved them to his neck he sucked on her lower lip instantly adoring the little moan which she let into his mouth. He wasn't expecting her to open her mouth so soon, but she did and he quickly let his tongue inside. She was rusty at first but maybe it was his fault as well, however, before he knew it once again they found a nice rhythm which made him with the way she was touching his neck want to kiss her longer, far longer. She once again started to bite him a bit while kissing him and he found out that he might have a fetish for that. He let out a very embarrassing sound at the back of his throat when she bit him and pressed even closer to him mainly the lower part of her body which was when he knew he had to end it. It was that and the lack of an oxygen break which was overdue to happen.

When they looked at each other they were both breathless and red in the face. Malia let go of his neck to tuck a lose end of her hair as if it had to be fix. Stiles didn't know why but he let his right hand go of her waist to help her tuck the misbehaved hair behind her ear.

She swallowed a bit looking into his eyes.

'Was that better?'

She grinned, 'Much better. I think I will like kissing in the future.'

He chuckled feeling a bit euphoric from their kissing. He didn't ask if she would like it with him or in general, but he felt like he didn't have to. It shouldn't be complicated or tensed. It was just...fun, right? Just fun and doing what felt good in the moment. They both wanted it, both were single, and they both trusted each other so they knew it wouldn't end up badly, right?

He found himself brushing her cheek while she giggled a bit whipped his lips with her long fingers.

Neither of the teens noticed Chris, John and Melissa each holding beers in their hands spying on them from the window with slightly opened curtains.

Melissa nodded impressed, 'Damn, who knew Stiles had game?'

Chris chuckled almost spilling the beer while John couldn't help a proud smile tuck his lips.

'That's my boy. He's just like his pop's.'

'So that is why she is walking him home, not the other way around, ha?' teased Melissa earning a laugh from Chris while John rolled his eyes. They let the curtain fall and returned to the kitchen. The game night was over and most of their fellow players went home, but Melissa and Chris decided to stick around and help him clean up.

'She's really pretty by the way. Stiles's a lucky kid,' said Chris putting away the food while Melissa leaned against the counter, 'You do realize you need to give him the talk now.'

'Again?' asked John as if the conversation was physically painful which it actually felt like it sometimes.

'Yeah, now it's more actual than ever,' she gave him a serious look, 'Also did you know he liked her?'

He shook his head and started to wipe the empty kitchen table, 'Not a clue. I thought he liked Lydia Martin. Maybe it's not anything serious.'

Chris shook his head, 'You don't kiss a girl you're not serious about like that.'

Melissa pointed at him, 'He's right, you know. The way he put his hands on her waist and then stroke her cheek...that's the kiss.'

John raised his hand, 'Can we stop analyzing my son's kissing technique, please?' asked John.

Stiles who was hidden behind front door hearing most of what they said quickly opened the door, 'Uh, dad? I think I will go to Scott real quick does Melissa want a ride?'

'No, I'm good,' shouted the woman back before she and Chris broke into laugher.

John quickly peeked from the kitchen at Stiles, 'Something happened?' He swore he tried to act nonchalant but it was too damn hard when he was so proud of his son as well as embarrassed for watching him and having to talk with him about bees and flowers again.

Stiles was completely red from emberressement that his father and friends were talking about him and Malia. He needed to get out now.

'No-no-no, I just...need to go, okay?'

'Sure, drive safe and be home before midnight.'

Stiles nodded quickly running from the house. He grabbed Malia's wrist as she was still on the porch and quickly dragged her into the jeep without much of an explanation.

'We're going to see Scott,' he said in a high pinch voice. Malia looked at him in a funny way, but didn't comment on it. She heard what they said but they didn't know who she really was so they didn't know that they were friends since babies.

She tapped his shoulder after he hadn't said anything for a while and kept on nervously shaking. He looked at her for a second taking his eyes of the road.

'Still friends, right?'

The question seemed the calm the chaos which was happening in his mind and heart at the moment because he nodded determinate, 'Always friends, M.'

She smiled with her teeth, and he instantly felt like everything was good again.

They were friends...still, always. They were friends first. He kept on repeating that getting a grip over what was happening to him.

Always friends, right?

Right?