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: Hey, Guys, only 1 chapter to go before end of events of season 1. Thank you for the support.

Enjoy :)

Chapter Seventeen: Running in the Dark Following Our Hearts

Scott was sitting inside his mom car. It was night or early morning, and he was tired as hell, but he couldn't bring himself to leave not yet he needed to stay in case something was happening.

There was a knock on the window and he got startled until he saw Derek looking down at him. He sighed as the other werewolf went into the passenger's seat, 'What are you doing here?'

Scott sighed, 'Nothing.'

'Stiles said you have been parked outside of his house for days now want to explain it to me?' asked Derek.

Scott remained with his eyes fixed on the house. It was the Lahey's house since Isaac lied to the social worker and she found no evidence of abuse the boy was sent home. He refused to talk to anyone about it and the Sheriff was conflicted between trusting a bunch of teens and Isaac and his dad.

'Sheriff knows Isaac got me into the trouble with school so he thinks this is our way of payback and that we made the abuse up.'

'I think Sheriff knows you enough to tell when you are telling the truth,' said Derek and Scott sighed. He hasn't slept in his bed for four nights now.

'I'm just scared. Mr. Lahey now knows that someone is on to him, he can hurt him more or worse...'

'Or not hurt him at all,' filled in Derek, 'If he knows he is watched now and there is a record about him being investigated he might try to watch his back. Isaac never had an injury on a noticeable place, did he? Always under the clothes?'

Scott thought about it before he nodded, 'Yeah, it wasn't until I turned that I caught the bruises and the smell of pure panic every time he has to go home with a low grade.'

Derek nodded, 'So he is smart to hurt him on places no one will see if he thinks someone is watching he won't hurt him for now.'

'So what I'm supposed to wait until Isaac has another broken arm or worse?' Scott shook his head, 'I...I can't do that.'

Derek watched the boy. He definitely didn't remember being so caring and understanding as a teen. He didn't remember having the urge to fight for people who weren't his friends. People, who didn't ask for help. Scott wasn't friends with Isaac and he was werewolf for less than six months and yet his instinct to protect an injured person was beyond any other Derek had seen. He didn't understand how could the boy have such a heart of gold.

'I'll talk to him.'

Scott blinked, 'What good will that do?'

'I know a little something about being in an abusing relationship with someone.'

Scott watched him for a moment before he understood, 'You loved her...Isaac loves his dad.'

'Love and fear is a key factor in abuse. But that is not love. You cannot love someone who hurts you like that and the person definitely doesn't love you if he hurts you. Love is wanting yourself to bleed instead of the person you love. This is not love...just control and manipulation and abuse.'

Scott watched him for a moment before he nodded and started the car. He needed to get some sleep.

Allison threw herself on the bed. She needed wanted to sleep for a while. She has been dealing with BS for the past few days. Everything was kind of messy lately. Everything was confusing as hell.

Her hunting family, werewolves, her friends, Kate, the alpha, her feelings...

She closed her eyes. She told herself she would be brave and tell Scott about how she felt but the moment Kate appeared and threatened her and the others she was tongue tied again. She wondered about how she would actually tell him.

Hey, I know we've been friends forever but I sort of started to feel more?

Okay, that actually sounded about right.

She put a pillow over her head for a moment before she tossed it and stood up. She needed to take a deep breath and deal with it.

She walked around. Kate said she would kill Scott and Malia if she told him what she wanted from her. But lying was the worst thing ever. She already felt like she was lying enough with having such a crush on him.

She got up and went to take a bath.

Scott washed his face. He needed to catch a few hours of sleep. He felt so tired and tense. He was worried about leaving Isaac alone with his father. How bizarre, he was worried about leaving someone alone with their own parent. How fuckedup the world could be?

When he looked up at himself in the mirror and let out a startled sound before his head was smashed against the mirror.

Scott growled as the pain shot through him. He tried to get from under the hand pushing mercilessly against his skull pressing him to the now broken mirror, but it was too strong.

'Breaking a mirror usually means bad luck,' said a voice he didn't recognize although it felt so familiar it chilled him to the bone.

The hand moved from his head finally as it would explode from the pressure.

Broken pieces of glass felt into the sink, and he felt blood running down his cheek. He slowly turned around feeling it already healing even with the glass still inside his flesh.

'Hi Scott, sorry about that but we wouldn't want to wake your mother up, would we now?' asked the man.

Scott felt his heartbeat run wild. He knew him…the man…he knew him.

He remembered now…

'You…'

'Yes, me,' said the man calmly.

Scott looked behind him for a moment. The man was in the doorway, but maybe he could throw something at him and run, wake his mom up and…

'Now Scott, for someone who managed to cheat himself an A in your chemistry test you are not that sharp, are you?' asked the man. His voice was so calm and mockery like this was a game and Scott wasn't losing his shit now.

The boy swallowed, 'Wha-what do you want? I-I'm not killing for you! I'm not hurting my friends.'

The man smirked and walked up to around the room a bit, 'Come on, you wouldn't want to wake your mother would you now?' asked the man.

'Who knows what might have happen to her?'

It was like a punch into the stomach, 'Don't touch my mom.'

'I don't want to hurt anyone-'

'Bullshit, you killed-'

'Innocent,' finished the man.

Scott swallowed, 'What was Tracy then? She was a kid, and Derek or his sister? You tried to kill him and my friends and -'

'All unfortunate events but they were all because of a bad anger management. I assure you.'

'Bad anger…look you killed people.'

'Yes, but apart from the poor teenager they were all people who killed before,' said the man and sat on his bed, 'Tell me, Scott. If someone would come to your home while you were sleeping with everyone you love inside. Allison, Stiles, Malia, the sheriff, your mom, Argents and sat the house on fire, block all exists. If you have to feel the pain and agony not only your own but also of all your loved ones as they were being burnt alive and you with your power and abilities couldn't save them. If you woke up and found that everyone you loved was dead and you were still alive. Wouldn't it make you angry?' asked the man.

Scott watched him for a moment before he said, 'So you are one of Derek's relatives…the uncle?'

The man smirked, 'Call me Peter.'

'I rather call you dick and murderer.'

'It's your choice really, but we both know that if you were in my shoes you would have felt the pain and anger, you would have become the same monster as me.'

Scott shook his head, 'Trust me, I wouldn't.'

Peter stood up and walked closer to him. Scott tried to back away, but a part of him refused to move. He was shoved into a corner as the man stopped in front of him. His eyes were almost the same as Derek's with hidden pain which was hard to look into.

Scott forced himself not to look away.

'You know what's it like when we get detached from ourselves. When the wolf part takes over. Everything is instinct and a girl who knows too much is a part of it. Especially a girl who is helping a murderer.'

Scott frowned, 'What are you talking about?'

'Allison is a smart girl, but luckily for you she lacks the scheming of her aunt.'

Scott was getting lost with every word, 'What does that mean?'

'Lydia wasn't the only one who asked Tracy to play nice with you. Sure there was some of your boyish charm and werewolf benefits, but there was also another reason.'

'What?'

'Kate Argent, she asked the girl to spy for her.'

'Kate? Kate, who is lockedup in some nut house?'

'Kate Argent who has been making people do terrible things since she was teenage girl, and who escaped the sat nuthouse,' replied Peter calmly and went around the room again. He stopped by a photo of Scott, Stiles and Allison when they were kids.

'She escaped?'

'Wasn't it suspicious that despite Victoria Argent not working anywhere she wasn't with you during the whole scandal.'

Scott thought about it, 'This isn't a spy movie-'

'No, it's a war movie. War between Kate Argent and I. You think she doesn't have her ways how to get into people. People like your pretty girlfriend.'

Scott took a step forward and growled, 'Don't talk about her.'

'I do not mean her any harm. I know her and the rest of her little family didn't know about their crazy relative,' said the man raising his hands in defence. Scott wasn't buying it even if he couldn't spot the lie.

'Kate is using her just like she used my nephew. She used everyone. There were kids in the house. Human kids, but Kate doesn't care about the collateral damage. She only cares about getting her way. That's what they teach them in their little family. Track, manipulate, hunt and kill!'

'You're lying. Allison would never hurt people she cares about,' said the werewolf.

Peter smiled, 'But she would do anything for protect them, wouldn't she? If let's say a crazy bitch came saying she would kill you and Malia…?'

Scott looked away trying to find some argument. Allison wouldn't cause them harm, but she would protect them anyway possible.

Malia was absently staring at Braeden's ceiling in her living room. It was a few days since she was sleeping on her couch and she still didn't quite find the taste for it. Naps were easy. You can nap anywhere, but sleeping was hard. Well, falling asleep was hard.

She was so used to Stiles's breathing and the slightly faster way his heart sounded. She was used to another presence. This was not yet her used to being alone on a slightly uncomfortable couch.

She rolled to her side and tried to close her eyes only to open them but the sound of her phone instantly caused her to sit up and answer.

'Hello,' she whispered not wanting to wake up Braeden in the next room.

'Hey, it's me.'

'Stiles?'

'Who else would call you in the middle of the night?'

'Probably no one.'

'See, I'm special.'

She giggled, 'Why are you calling me?'

'Can't sleep.'

She smiled a bit and lied back down, 'I can't either.'

'Maybe our problem has the same cause,' said the boy and she hummed, 'Yeah, wonder why.'

'Hmmm.'

'Are you coming with me tomorrow?'

'What I will wait in the car until the school is over?'

'Or we could do something else. I will even skip for you.'

'My hero.'

He laughed a bit on the other end and Malia closed her eyes. She was grateful for his call and his voice. She never felt lonely when he was with her. He was always had a way of making her feel good. She found herself slowly dozing off even though he stopped talking and just breathed into the phone.

She doubted she would ever feel like that with anyone else. She couldn't image letting anyone this close. She really couldn't. Stiles was just someone...special to her. It wasn't just the feelings that she recently thought were something more. It was...a feeling that he was just Stiles. He was her friend, and he knew her. He could tell things about her she didn't even know. He knew almost everything about her. He liked her even as a coyote and accepted her the way she was. She doubted anyone else ever would.

'Stiles.'

'Hm?'

'Thanks.'

'You too.'

They fell asleep with the phones still by their ears.

Allison was underwater. She could see the ceiling upon her from under the water. She used to hold her breath and put her head under the pool when she was younger trying to hold it for as long as possible.

When she came out she would open her eye and call for her aunt, 'How did I do Katie? How long was it?'

That was almost seven and her aunt was her only friend. Most of the people around her were her parents friends and old. Kate was the fun aunt who would spin her around and talk to her like she was an adult. She used to brush her hair and make cute hairstyles. She felt like a princess when Kate was giving her her undivided attention.

She got out of the water and pressed her head against the tub. Was that her specialty? Act like she didn't want to be with anyone else but you. People crave other people's attention. Especially if those people were like Kate, who seems so confident and full of life and fun. When a person like that takes interest in you, you crave it even more, you will do anything to have it.

She brushed her hair a bit. Why are people so desperate for the attention of people who play with them like this? Make them even more vulnerable? Terrified of abandonment. Desperate for the wrong people? Life was so much easier when she was seven trying to hold her breath for as long as possible.

When she came into the room, she nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw Scott standing there by her laptop looking at the screen image from their day at the paintball.

'Y-you got to stop doing that,' she said as she walked toward him picking up a brush from the desk.

Scott looked at her. Her hair was wet from the shower and she was in her house clothes. She was always so chilled about herself. Not like other girls who needed to be perfect. She was just herself. Allison.

She brushed her hair a bit. Little drops of water still dropping to the ground.

She really was the most beautiful girl he ever saw.

Shit

'How is Isaac?' she asked.

'Okay, for now,' said Scott and went to the bed. He replied his conversation with Peter tonight. Could Allison be really hiding something? But could he blame her? She would never do anything to hurt him, but she would do everything she could to protect them.

He looked up at her, 'How are you?'

She shrugged her shoulders, 'I'm okay. We're going to pick up dresses.'

Scott smiled a little bit, 'So girly.'

She threw the brush at him. He easily caught it, 'Oh and girly tantrums.'

She narrowed her eyes at him, 'Jock.'

He threw the brush back but she caught it as well. They watched each other for a moment before their nature got the better of them and they burst out of laughter.

Allison gave him a fond smile and for a moment it was just them. No monsters in the dark, just the two of them in her room laughing like old times.

Scott watched her. Whatever they're doing...whatever it is, it doesn't define them. It doesn't make them the villains. That much he knows. If she has to work with Kate and keep it a secret he trusts her completely.

Allison went to fan her hair while Scott lied down on the bed. The device was loud yet somehow calming. He closed his eyes. He wanted to rest. He was so tired from it all. Peter got his heart to start jump, adrenaline kicked in and kept him awake, but now he wanted to just rest. Just for the little bit to the sound of the fan.

She turned off the fan and looked over at Scott, only to find him with his eyes closed. She put it away and looked at him. As he breathed in and out in calm breaths, she realized he was really asleep.

She smiled a little bit at him. He was so cute.

Hesitatingly she walked a little bit closer to him. She was always the first one to fall asleep whenever they had sleepover or something. She walked up to him and carefully touched his head brushing his hair a bit. It was so nice to touch. He was such a puppy.

She carefully moved around him to her closet. She turned around toward him. He looked pretty much asleep.

She turned back around. She should just pick her things and go to the bathroom or something. It would be the easier and the right thing to do, but she didn't.

She pulled the shirt over her head and put it on the ground. She then reached to the back for her bra and unhooked it. It felt so strange yet somehow thrilling. She didn't even know why she was doing it, but it made her feel different. Like she wasn't herself...and somehow that was all she wanted to be in that moment. Anyone but herself.

Scott opened his eyes as he heard Allison stopped moving. He looked over at her as she was standing in front of her closet without her shirt. Her back was in the same porcelain colour as the other body parts he saw so far. He shouldn't have been watching, but he couldn't look away. It was like he was hypnotised by how soft and beautiful her skin looked.

She let her bra fall down as well. As she looked down at the light pink bra she realized that she was standing shirtless with Scott inside her room.

Why didn't she turn around, she didn't know he was watching...or did she?

She was just standing there. He was desperate to know what she was thinking that moment, but she didn't tell him and despite knowing her more than anyone in the world, he didn't know either.

Allison reached for a shirt it over her head she undid her shorts and Scott turned his head back up to the ceiling.

When she turned around he remained with his eyes still open. She stopped momentarily before she turned off the small lamp at her nightstand causing the room to disappear into the dark.

She lied down on her bed under the covers while he remained upon them.

He was still for a moment before he looked over at her and shifted rolling to his side. Now they were face to face in the dark of Allison's room. Why was it that the dark was always so much more intimate then in light where he just saw her without her shirt?

Allison tried to picture his features in the dark. It wasn't that hard. She could easily find in her memory how he looked. His brown eyes lightening up, when he got on the team or won over Stiles in some video game, or during the weekend when they were laughing during her birthday dinner. It caused her to feel balanced inside thinking about how happy he looked looking at her like that.

Could he picture her like that as well...it was dark but with his werewolf eye he could probably even see her if he wanted to.

She moved closer to him and let her hand find his. Their fingers instantly linked.

There in the darkness of her room while holding her hands, Scott understand that he would never confront her about Kate, just as he wouldn't speak about Peter. Both of them were idiots. They would both protect each other till the last moment trying to keep each other safe. He just wished neither Peter or Kate would her the other as long as they needed them.

There in the darkness of her room, Allison understood that she would never feel more connected to anyone the way she did to Scott and she couldn't be with him until she would come clean about Kate.

I think I'm in love you...

Braeden smirked at Malia as she was helping her stuff the closet with her things. It was a couple of days now that Malia was a full time member of her household. She finally cleaned her a couple of shelves for her things, and Malia spent the better part of the morning 'So when you were in Stiles's you always slept together?' she asked in a suggestive voice.

Malia stopped working and looked at her, 'Why do you say it like that? And you know we sleep together that is how the sheriff found us.'

Braeden shook her head, 'Not like that Coyote Wonder Woman.'

'Oh, you mean sex?' asked Malia before she started to work again. Braeden could tell she was uncomfortable for a moment, 'We're just friends.' Her voice was a bit quieter than usual. The huntress could tell there was something going on, but it wasn't something they could admit just yet.

'Well sleeping together in one bed has a strong intimate meaning as well.'

'More than sex?' asked Malia and looked at the woman.

'Sure, sex and be intimate, but…sleeping in the same bed is like you let someone into your space. People are most honest when they sleep and are naked. There is nothing to hid, you can't lie when you are asleep. There is only honesty, the truth. You have to trust someone very much to sleep next to them.'

Malia thought about it and nodded, 'I trust Stiles. He's my best friend. I trust him the most.'

Braeden smiled.

'Do you trust Derek enough to sleep together?' asked Malia and the woman busied herself with her clothes, 'We're not there yet.'

'Hm,' mumbled Malia with a smile. How did it go from interrogating a teen girl to making her the interrogated one?

'Do you want something to eat?' asked the woman changing the subject.

'Sure.'

'Do you and Allison have some plans today?'

'Dress shopping. We're all going to the Winter Formal.'

Allison looked over the dresses in the store. They were dress shopping for the dress for the formal. Malia didn't look too impress with either of them, but neither did her mother. It was a funny scene as they were both picking up the most fashionable dresses and yet looking at them like they were pieces of garbage.

She went through the dresses. It was kind of weird to be buying one and putting such effort into it when they were all only going as friends. Scott had been stalking Isaac nonstop for the past few days. It didn't feel right to throw such a bomb on top of all his trouble. Plus Kate...she hasn't contact her since then, but she knew it was only a matter of time. She wished there was something she could do.

'What about this?' asked Malia as she pulled out a white dress with laces on the sleeves.

Victoria critically eyed the dress, 'I like it. Try it on, we might have a winner.'

Allison smiled at her as she continued to go through her side of the dress, 'Still no news from Scott.'

She grimaced, 'A lot has happened I don't want to put too much on him.'

Her mother raised her brows, 'So you're doing this for him? Cute. I didn't raise a weak girl, Allison.'

'I'm not weak, I'm just thinking about this.'

'Less thinking and more actions, Allison.'

Allison rolled her eyes at her before she went to look at other dresses. White turned out to be a pretty boring colour. Soon after the cheating scandal she got kicked out of the committee. Not that she complained. They all already decided to go so at least she could only enjoy the event and not stress about making it.

Her eyes caught a particular dress almost at the very end.

Her mom looked up and blinked, 'I thought you weren't supposed to wear any other colour then white.'

'Were not,' said Allison checking the dress in her hands. It was actually very nice. Elegant and kind of hot.

'That isn't white,' said her mom amused.

'I know,' replied Allison, 'But I was never a fan of the popular kids opinion.'

Malia came from the changing room and nodded, 'Now that is one hell of a dress.'

'Great, I will try it on. Mom, help Malia find her dress in a different colour,' she said feeling good about herself as she took the dress to the changing room.

Scott put on his old suit jacket. He couldn't remember when this piece of shit was bought, but it must have been a very long time ago.

'How does it look like?'

Stiles who was in his room made a grimace, 'I remember that suit from your nana's funeral. I also remember the hole on your pants.'

Scott groaned, 'Yeah, that was definitely the last time I ever listened to you. Wouldn't it be cool if you jumped through that gate, Scott?'

'You wish,' said Stiles looking distasteful at the suit. 'Dude, that is the ugliest suit I ever saw. You have to find something else to wear. It's unacceptable that you wear that at your first date with Allison.'

Scott shot him a look, 'Stiles, I told you it's not a date. We're all going.'

'Yeah, but you have a crush and Allison and she has a crush on you so...it might be a date,' pointed out Stiles still looking at the suit like it was garbage.

'Oh, crushes, ha? Says the guy who has got aroused by someone he claims is just a friend. Malia? Remember her, I'm pretty sure you spent almost a month now sleeping with her in one bed. By the way how did you manage to jackoff with her constantly able to smell it?'

'That is the art of long showers and my bathroom smelling like a deodorant blew up in there.'

Scott grimaced disgusted.

Stiles rolled his eyes, 'Gosh, you're like my dad. He keeps on wanting to talk about it, when it's nothing. Me and Malia are just friends. I like... I love Lydia.'

Scott watched him for a moment before he sighed and nodded.

'Look, I know she did the worst thing imaginable and basically proved she was a bitch, but I can't just magically not like her, man. I just can't.'

Scott shook his head, 'I'm not blaming you. I wished I could, but I get it. Sort off. We can't just stop loving people because they did something bad or wrong. You just can't help yourself.'

Stiles had the oddest feeling it wasn't just about him, 'You okay, buddy?'

'Yeah, I just...,' he brushed his forehead, 'I need a new suit and I got no cash.'

'I could lend you the money.'

'No, man, I need to figure this out on my own.'

Stiles nodded, 'Okay, but if you need help, let me know.'

Scott looked at him. For that split second he wished he could say it. He finally understood how Allison must have feel all those times she wished to say something but couldn't.

Stiles turned around to check his phone. He said something about his dad, but Scott wasn't listening. He thought about how Allison was lying to them to keep them safe. He understood it. He really did, but at the same time. At the same time, he had the weirdest feeling yet like this was the moment, that could change everything the whole chain of events that would follow.

'You okay, buddy?' asked Stiles carefully.

Scott looked at him and made his decision.

Malia looked over at Stiles, she not so casually sniffed him, 'You seem tense. Something the matter?'

'No, nothing,' he said as he bit his nail.

She made a grimace, 'What's up? Is it because of Lydia?'

He frowned a bit giggling, 'Why would it? No its nothing. I haven't slept much since you left. I am not used to the silence of my room and my own thoughts. I miss your weird coyote sounds. They are cute but hella weird.'

Malia looked offended, 'I do not make any weird sounds.'

'Sure you do. It goes like this', and Stiles started to make weird pleading noises.

'Oh my God stop!' Shouted Malia while laughing. Malia had this way of laughing with no filter, and he liked it. As far as he noticed all the girls were trying to hide like laughing with your mouth open making your face look like you were having a seizure.

He smiled to himself. He liked making people laugh like that.

She brushed her face a bit as she got tear in her eyes from laughing.

'Okay, so my adorable coyote noises are the only thing which keeps you up at night?' She asked when she was done laughing but still couldn't help a few giggles.

Stiles brushed his pants. His palms were sweating.

'I just feel like something is going on', he admitted suddenly, 'I think that Scott and Allison are hiding something.'

Malia's smiled felt a little bit, and she looked to the front, 'Yeah, I think so too.'

He nodded, 'What do you think it is?'

'I think someone was in their rooms,' said Malia.

Stiles turned in his seat toward her, 'Who?'

She looked at him, 'Allison covered the scent with a perfume. But I know who was in Scott's room.'

'You recognized the scent?' asked Stiles his eyes lightening up.

She nodded, 'A guy. His name is Peter. He lives on your block with his family.'

Stiles nodded before he started the car, 'Let's go.'

'What about Scott and Allison?' asked Malia.

He made a grimace, 'Well, if we they don't want us to know about are they doing. We should do a little investigation of our own.'

'Okay,' she nodded at him

Allison walked into the school, Scott was waiting for her by her locker, 'Hi, did you see Stiles?'

She shook her head, 'No, I just got a text with the secret code so he should be fine.'

Scott nodded and pulled his bag closer, 'So should we go?'

Allison nodded.

Scott pulled his bag closer to himself, 'Do you have the dress yet?'

'No, we're going shopping with my mom today,' said the brunette and brushed her hair.

'We're still going all together, right?' asked Scott and she smiled, 'Of course. How could we go with anyone else when everyone is an asshole?'

'True, but we can be asshole too, aren't we?'

'Only on Mondays. Mondays are mean days,' said the girl and giggled. Scott made a grimace and they laughed. Oddly, they didn't talk about their night together. Why should they? It wasn't like they did anything, and yet it felt like the most intense moment of their lives.

He expected it to be weird. He thought it would be strange. It wasn't, but there were moment. They stared at each other. They didn't even say a word in class just watched each other.

He wasn't even sure what he was doing, he just kept on looking at her. He wasn't even looking at anything specific just at her face. He was looking at her warm brown eyes and her pale face. He was amazed by her. He always knew she was pretty. He could see it, but he never fully accepted it into his mind...or his heart. He never fully let himself think about it as something more...

He looked down at his book. Something was different. He didn't use to look at her and think like this. He didn't use to think about her being pretty. He knew she was, but it wasn't like he wasn't thinking about it.

Allison smiled at him. Something would happen soon. He was 100 percent sure of it now.

Gosh, you are in so much trouble...

Stiles and Malia parked in front of the house Malia knew Peter lived in.

Stiles looked at the house and then at Malia, 'Are you sure it's this one?'

The girl nodded and looked at him worried, 'Yes, why? Why do you look so weird?'

'I didn't know someone moved into this house. It was empty for a couple of months now.'

He got out of the truck and Malia quickly followed.

He knocked on the door and then rang the doorbell. No one answered.

Stiles looked over at Malia but she shook her head after a moment, 'No sound coming from the inside.'

He took the handle and tried to open, but it was locked.

Malia and he shared a look before she took the handle and with one quick and strong move she broke it open.

They walked inside and Malia looked over her shoulder, 'Stay behind me, please.'

He nodded not even daring to argue. This was super creepy. The house was empty. Like totally empty no furniture what so ever.

'Can you catch his scent?' he asked and she nodded, 'Yeah, but...it's faded. He wasn't here for a while now.'

They walked around the house and Malia let out a startled breath.

'The little boy. His scent was only by the door. He wasn't with his afterwards.'

'So where is the kid now? Was it even his?' asked Stiles and they both shiver at the thought of a stranger having a little boy.

'Hey, Scott is that you?' called Melissa as she was making dinner after work. It was the first time in weeks since she finally had a free evening. She couldn't remember the last time she made dinner. He came a bit late after school, but she was used to it. He usually stopped by Stiles's place.

'Yeah, it's me. I went to Mr. Argents. He helped me with the suit.'

She quickly rushed from the kitchen, 'Oh, let me see. Hmmm, that's nice,' she said as she admitted the nicely looking suit Scott was carrying.

'I will iron it before,' he promised as he went to put it into his room.

'Are you excited? You guys always never go to such things.'

'A little bit. I think it's our way of saying screw you to Lydia and Jackson.'

She nodded, 'Make sense. Still, it will be nice. You guys should enjoy yourself for once.'

Scott nodded back at her, 'Yeah, that's what we are planning.'

It was almost midnight. Allison was still reading in the living room. She started to stay up pretty late lately. Maybe she was stressed. She looked very stressed. She seemed like she wasn't looking at the book as much as she was looking in front of herself into the room.

Suddenly someone grabbed the camera which was spying on her and pulled it out of Matt's hands.

He gasped startled as an angry looking black woman was staring at him holding his camera.

He opened his mouth to argue when suddenly a guy appear and dragged him further away from the house.

'Okay, okay, look please don't hurt me!' begged the boy as Derek smashed him against near wall looking seriously pissed.

'How about you tell us what we want to know and we won't, hm?' asked Braeden who was looking around in caution. There was a chance that she and Derek weren't the only one watching Argent's house and she didn't like the idea of some other hunter catching them.

'Okay-okay, look…I really like Allison.'

'So you're stalking her,' said Derek disgusted.

Matt nodded, 'I just really like her okay?…how is that worse than-'

'It is,' assured him Braeden instantly and returned to the topic, 'So back to Allison. You're stalking and what?'

Matt closed his eyes for a moment, 'Okay, uh, I was taking pictures outside her house one night and this guy approached me. I don't know who he was but he knew everything about me. Like where I live and what was I doing in the first place. I…I liked a girl once before and I got in trouble because of it,' he admitted.

Braeden frowned, 'You have a record for stalking someone else?'

'A sealed record but yes the judge warned me though that if I would be caught again I would be in big trouble so I gave him everything he wanted,' he said breathing hard. His heart beating wild out of fear.

'What is everything?'

'Mostly photos at first some basic information like where does she go…but that was months before okay. After that he didn't show up but…I had this feeling from time to time that he didn't show up because he was… following her now on her own,' he admitted.

Braeden moved to punch him but Derek stopped her. She calmed down a bit but nodded, 'And you didn't tell anyone that a teenage girl was being stalked cause you would have admit how did you come across the information.'

Matt nodded, 'Yeah, I know I'm a terrible person but that guy was scary. He was always smiling and calm but I remember being terrified all the time by him… I don't know why though.'

Derek frowned, 'What do you mean?'

Matt raised his hand, 'Can you look at my neck?'

Braeden blinked and looked over to Derek for information. She could see how tense he got and how he instantly turned Matt around. On Matt's neck were two holes a few weeks old from someone's claws.

'What is that?' she asked.

'A few weeks ago he came again and did that to me,' said Matt, 'I have no idea what but ever since then I can't remember a single thing about the way he looked. Every time I tried to picture him it was just the creepy feeling and goosebumps.'

The boy shook his head, 'That guy is dangerous.'

Derek smashed him against the wall again, 'Okay, look, I'm going to say this just once. I don't care if it's a disease you got or whatever. If I or she ever see you here again you're dead.'

Matt visibly trembled by his words and nodded.

Derek let him go and the young boy instantly ran away.

Braeden looked at the boy and then at him, 'You do realize what this means, right?'

The man nodded, 'That everything is because he wants to get Allison.'

'So Stiles was right. He bit Scott on purpose,' said Braeden and looked back at the Argents' house. This was not good at all.

Malia frowned at her freshly painted nails, 'This feels strange. I have claws underneath them. The paint will fall down.'

She was sitting on Braeden's counter as the woman was now working on her makeup. After the painful moments of pulling her eyebrows and doing her eyelashes. It took a few tries and Malia almost bit her, but she eventually got them all out. Her or Derek didn't tell any of them about what happened with the kid. They agreed that the kids should have at least one good night before they had to be supernatural teens again.

Now she was just doing the rest of her face before she would star on her hair. She used to do this to the girls in her foster homes at times. It was a while back now.

'Are you excited?'

'I guess so...you?'

'For what?'

'Derek called that he's taking you out,' said Malia calmly, 'It's hard not eardrop when you have supernatural hearing.'

Braeden rolled her eyes and hoped she sounded nervous from a date and not the real reason why she and Derek were meeting.

'I'm fine. It's not a date date it's... hanging out.'

Malia blinked, 'You hang out a lot lately.'

'Yeah, well you hang out a lot with Stiles.'

Great move, Braeden, got to the teen girl level.

'Sorry.'

'It's fine, but Stiles and I are friends. Can you say you and Derek are friends?'

She thought about it. She was never friends with a hot guy. Definitely not for too long, and it was never a friendship where she was open with him on the level she was with Derek. No this wasn't an ordinary friendship for her, but it also wasn't just friendship. It was well for lack of words complicated.

Victoria helped Allison with her hair, 'He's gonna forget his name when he sees you.'

'Mooom.'

'What? It's true? Besides it's fine to be pretty for yourself too and get someone's attention.'

'I don't need his attention, mom. I already have it.'

'And tell me, doesn't it feel good?'

'I never think about it like that mom. I like just having him in my life. It's better than not having him at all.'

Her dad knocked on the door, 'Safe to come in.'

'Yes.'

'And here are my two beautiful girls.'

'We try,' said Victoria letting another of Allison's curls fall down.

He smiled at them, 'You excited?'

'Yeah, it will be fun.'

'Just make sure not too fun.'

'Daaad. Just don't, okay? Please just don't.'

He walked up to her and kissed her forehead softly, 'It will be a good night.'

Basically it was the night before the formal. Stiles felt weird. He was always anxious as hell, but this was different. He managed to do and overdue his tie like six times.

He watched himself in the mirror. Something was wrong. A strange man who lived in an empty house talked to Malia and visited Scott's room. Maybe he went to Allison's as well. He hated not know what was going on. He always did. He wanted to ask them, but it was the winter formal. He couldn't imagine either of them wanting to hurt anyone just protect them.

He brushed his face.

Everything was completely fucked up for some reason.

'You okay, son?' asked his dad as he came into the room. He looked impressed with the way how Stiles cleaned himself up.

Stiles nodded, 'Yeah, uh, sure. Great. Never better.'

'So you're going with Malia?'

Stiles raised his finger, 'And Scott and Allison. Nothing like Malia and I, okay?'

Sheriff rolled his eyes, 'You're really still going to tell me you and Malia are not together? I found you together in the bed.'

'Dad I told you it wasn't like that. We were just sleeping,' started Stiles before he shook his head, 'Okay, forget it. You still don't believe me, fine.'

Stiles and his dad looked at each other before the sheriff walked up to him. He started to work on his tie.

Stiles sighed, 'Thanks.'

'It's okay to be confused, but are you sure it is not hurting Malia?'

'Malia does not have feelings for me. We're just friends.'

'Okay, I won't press further, but please don't make a mistake ruin it.'

Stiles sighed, 'That's exactly what I am doing, dad.'

A doorbell rang, 'That will be Malia. Braeden drove her.'

The sheriff nodded and went to open only that Stiles was faster and got to the door opening it breathlessly.

'Hi, you look great,' he said without a breath before he even looked at her. Once he did, he realized she looked...whoa.

She looked absolutely just...whoa.

'Uh, I like...I like your...uh...you,' he nodded and she smiled a bit, 'Thanks. You like you too.'

He rolled his eyes feeling embarrassed and looked inside where his dad was giving him the look.

Nice...

'I'm gonna take my phone,' he said and rushed up the stairs.

His father and Malia looked at each other through the doorway before he waved at her to come inside. It was the first time since she was found in his son's room. She still had a hard time to understand human relationships, but this felt awkward even for her.

'So how are you?' he asked crossing his arms.

'I'm fine,' she said quietly. The conversation from a couple of days when he found her was still burnt into her mind, probably for eternity. It made her remember the time when she and Stiles were playing in his house and she broke their glass table. She had to wait embarrassed for her dad to come while sheriff was telling her and Stiles that what they did was wrong.

'You look nice,' he said and even smiled.

'Thank you,' she said and smiled a bit at him.

'So my son finally asked you to the formal,' started the sheriff crossing his arms. She wondered if this was how an interrogation looked.

'We're all going together.'

'Okay, I'm not meddling. I just want to know what's going on with you two.'

'Nothing's going on. We're just friends,' said Malia again feeling weird about having to defend herself like this to the sheriff.

'I find that hard to believe, Malia,' he said and she couldn't take it anymore.

'Look, I'm sorry, but...we're just friends and I don't think I want to be more.'

He pressed his lips into a tight line, and she made a grimace, 'Sorry.'

He was about to say something when Stiles appeared down the stairs looking confused from one to another, 'Can we go?'

She quickly nodded a bit too quickly maybe but Stiles didn't notice. He said goodbye to his dad and they walked outside.

'We need to pick up Scott and then Allison,' he told her and she nodded, 'Okay.'

Scott was already waiting for them outside for them.

'New suit?'

'Mr. Argent helped me out,' he said.

He looked nervous. They all did.

They parked in front of Allison's house. So far the night didn't look like it would be a great one.

They waited for what felt like fifteen minutes now until Malia turned to Scott, 'Want to go get her?'

'Why me?'

Stiles turned around to her, 'And why not you?'

He groaned and went outside.

Stiles and Malia shared a look before he smiled. She returned it.

'You look really nice. Especially the hair.'

She grinned, 'Thanks. It was easy after Braeden tied me up.'

It took his brain a moment caught on, 'Uh, what?'

'The curly iron was hot and I kept on trying to bite her.'

He chuckled smiling brightly, 'That sounds just like you.'

She shrugged her shoulders, 'It was actually fun. She told me about herself. She's pretty awesome.'

Stiles nodded, 'Well she is a badass huntress and you're the badass were-coyote. I see a very strong potential for a very profound friendship.'

Malia laughed a bit before she brushed her hair, 'It feels weird so hard.'

He reached out to touch her hair, 'Still pretty.'

Malia smiled at him softly and pressed her head against the seat. They watched each other for a moment. She was so stunning. Why was she so stunning? Why was he even thinking about or better yet why did it annoy him? He was acting like an idiot.

He pulled his hand away, 'How do you feel about it? The dress and hair and everything?'

'It's not that bad,' she said as looked at her hands with painted fingers, 'I mean the shoes hurt a little bit and the hair smells and feels weird to touch, but other than that it feels okay.'

'Good, I am glad we're not forcing you or anything,' said Stiles.

Malia smiled, 'No, you guys never force. I want to do things with you...it feels like I'm making up for all the time I was away. Being with you guys and doing things like other people feels great. Like I wasn't lost in the woods for almost a decade, but just normal. Even when Braeden was doing my hair and makeup, it made me feel like...,' she looked a bit away, 'Like I was with mom. Like this would be something she would help me with. She used to dress me up when we were going to the town or we had some event in middle school. Remember that?'

Stiles nodded, 'Yeah, she always put you in nice clothes and put your hair in pigtails for Fridays kindergarten.'

Malia smiled suddenly looking a little bit upset, 'I used to hate Fridays in kindergarten. I didn't want to wear dresses.'

'It's okay. She knew you didn't mean it. None of the bad things...she knew, okay?' he asked leaning closer to her.

She nodded pulling her nose a bit trying not to cry.

Stiles put his hands on her shoulders to make her look at him, 'You're amazing, okay? She knew you loved her. She knew, Malia.'

The girl nodded before she leaned closer to him and they hugged. It always felt good to hug Stiles. It was solid and real and honest. It felt like everything in the world was unimportant except for them.

As Stiles leaned away Malia pulled out small folded paper.

'I made the list,' said Malia and licked her lips.

'The list,' she classified and Stiles smirked.

'Want to read it?'

Stiles nodded and took it, 'Uh, okay, so this year I will find out what happened to my dad...,' he looked at her for a moment before he looked down at the list again, 'This year, I will learn how to drive and be an ordinary girl with Stiles, Scott's and Allison's help only. Yes, you will because if I ever see you driving Jackson's car god help me...'

'Stiles,' she chuckled and nodded and continued, 'I will start getting ready for actual school. I will go to at least one party which isn't hosted by Lydia Martin. Huh, she hosts almost all the parties...'

Malia smiled and Stiles continued, 'This year we will finally deal with the alpha. I will learn to control during the full moons. And we will finally be just happy teen again.'

'That is great, M. I hope all of them come true,' he told her and she smiled at him.

They watched each other for a moment before she leaned toward him and they hugged tightly. He let his fingers into her hair stroking them. There was one thing she left out.

This year I will figure out why I suddenly feel so weird about Stiles and I won't ruin our friendship.

Chris opened the door for Scott, 'Hello. I can see the suit fits nicely.'

Scott nodded quickly, 'Yeah, of course. Thank you again.'

'Don't mention it,' he smiled at him before he put his hand on his shoulder, 'Do me a favour and have fun tonight. Don't worry about other things. We will deal with them later.'

Scott nodded and was about to say something when Allison finally appeared on the stairs. He should have noticed it when he came into the car and Malia was wearing a black dress and leather jacket.

The dress code for girls was white. Malia was wearing black and Allison...

Well, Allison was wearing red. Scott never understood the appeal of colours. He understood when a girl was wearing a short skirt or top, but he never understand why some guys were into a special colour until he saw Allison Argent walking down her stairs in a red dress.

The way it made him feel inside seeing her like that was anything than platonic. She was completely and utterly breathtaking.

All four of the teens waited in the car watching the kids running around the parking lot in front of the gym. Neither of the four looked very pleased or confided about being there.

Stiles brushed the back of his neck. He could tell Malia was doing that thing with her fingers when she was nervous while Scott was trying to fix his hair. Allison just looked like she wasn't buying the whole place.

Yup, they were so not ready for this.

He turned to the back so he could see everyone, 'Okay, no offence, but we're all acting like a bunch of pussies. We shouldn't be sitting in my car. We should be inside having a blast.'

Allison raised her brows, 'I don't think that is very much possible since people still think Scott and I cheated on the test. I even got kicked out of the committee. Not that I wanted to go or anything.'

'Wait, we still were supposed to go there?' asked Malia surprised and Allison chuckled at her.

Stiles shook his head, 'Don't matter. We all put on fancy clothes and came here to have fun. We don't have to talk or even look at those jackasses as long as we are together, right?'

Scott shrugged, 'It won't be any different than when we are at the cafeteria or library. It will be just us.'

They all looked from one to another before Malia opened the door, 'Who cares? I don't even go here.'

The rest of the chuckled and followed her lead as she stormed into the gym like she was going to war actually scaring a few people out of her way. The others were amused and impressed by her skills.

Inside it wasn't entirely like Stiles always pictured it based on the movies. People were just starting to get there finding their places by their tables. They all shared a look and went to the main desk to get their number before they went to their table. For a moment Allison was worried they would sit with Lydia and Jackson as another devilish schema but luckily they weren't there. Still, she noticed people openly stare at her and Malia or more specifically their dresses since Malia's was black and hers was red while everyone else's was white.

A girl named Leslie and a large boy who's name she couldn't remember, but everyone called him Boyd was sitting by the table with six places empty. The boys nodded at each other as all boys always knew each other and sat down with Allison and Malia quickly following. The girl blinked strangely at Malia before she leaned to Boyd and told her something.

Allison looked at Scott confused who put his hand on the back of her chair as he whispered to her, 'She's asking if he knows who she is.'

Allison nodded. She already noticed before that people were very curious whenever they spotted Malia in school. It was a big school so no one could know every student, but it felt like they personally could tell that Malia didn't belong there. Malia didn't look bothered by it as she looked around the room at the decorations her and Allison helped picked up and other things. It was weird how a stinky gym could be turned into the fancy room for a formal every year.

The ceremony started and their principal said a few things about the Winter Formal tradition. Stiles pretended to be falling asleep earning a few giggles from their table. They had dinner afterwards and then people started to slowly go around and dance and stuff.

One of the lacrosse players Danny then came up to Stiles and whispered something into his ear. Stiles grimaced at him and nodded before the boy left.

Allison leaned closer to Scott, 'He said that if we wanted booze its inside locker number 028.'

She rolled her eyes. Of course the jocks brought in alcohol.

It took about an hour but she could tell people were starting to stood up and dance. Most of the tables were empty as everyone was dancing in the front to the DJ. Apparently in the end the popular chicks didn't need a live band.

'Okay, come on,' stood up Malia, 'Let's have fun.'

She stood up and started to drag Stiles with her. With her strength she had him up in no time. They both looked at Scott and Allison and it was clear Malia would get them to dance one way or another.

They got to the crowd of their dancing classmates and started to jump around to Party Rock Anthem.

Stiles had to admit he was worried for a while it would be lame but with his friends nothing could be really lame. Malia immediately started to jump around like it was just the two of them in his room. It was ridiculous and yet so freeing just to let everything go like that. He thought a lot about his friends now. He knew that they were all hiding things. Things neither of them wanted to say. He got it. He wanted them to be honest with each other, but sometimes it was not possible. He hoped it wouldn't ruin them in the end, but most importantly he hoped it wouldn't hurt anyone. As he watched his friends dork with him on the dance floor Malia already throwing her shoes away and Scott jumping and mimicking a cowboy with a lasso, he knew they were oddly made for each other. He couldn't imagine functioning without either one of his friends.

It would be impossible to be without Scott who always wanted to do the right thing, even if he wanted something so bad like lacrosse or first line. Someone who did everything from getting a job to help his mom, to bringing her dinner, to sitting with a boy who peed himself when he was 10 on the field trip, or stay up in a car all night just to make sure a boy didn't get beat up by his dad. He didn't know anyone with the most profound moral compass.

Or Allison with her heart so big she would help a kid she didn't know with his asthma attack, a girl from the woods shave her legs, or a girl who had a seizure reclaim her dignity by deleting a footage of her peeing herself.

And Malia...Malia who was the bravest person he knew. Defending Scott and Allison from an alpha three times bigger than her, breaking into a school to steal files with him. A girl who always laughs at his jokes, and was the most awesome partner in crime. A girl who brought him back to focus and made him insomniac if he wasn't sleeping next to her. A girl who had the most carefree laugh her ever heard...

He couldn't image anyone else seeing these people for what they were except for them. He couldn't imagine any other friends.

Allison took his wrist and spun him around even making him lean a bit backwards while her hand was on his back.

They all laughed at it. He was sure some people were staring at them and calling them ridiculous or lame or idiots, but honestly he didn't care. He had his friends, his people, his family and pack. He knew he was human but with a werecoyote and a werewolf rocking their hips to one another while laughing, he couldn't picture it otherwise. He just wished they could be forever like this. He wished they could be together forever.

It was his last thought as he suddenly picked Allison up causing one of her shoe to fall down, and her to let out a startled laugh before he spun her around almost causing them both to fall if Malia and Scott didn't come to help them. Afterward they all laughed hysterically on Allison's scared face and Stiles's red one from holding her up.

It wasn't until he felt someone pat his arm and turned around only to find Lydia Martin looking at him, 'Can we talk for a moment?'

Allison was nervously clicking her heels against the floor in the hallway as they were waiting for Scott to finish in the bathroom, 'I don't understand why Stiles would want to even talk to that...that bitch!'

Malia was pressed by the lockers next to her looking in front of her, 'Because she's the love of his life?'

'Screw that. She got me and Scott in trouble. She almost ruined our lives. She doesn't get to just come and demand to talk to Stiles. Which what's up with that? Never! Not even once in like ten years did she want to talk to him, and now she's all like can we talk? Hell no!' said the brunette and crossed her arms over her chest.

Malia stayed quick. Allison didn't understand why she wasn't more furious. They could all tell, she had a thing for Stiles. It was clear as day, she couldn't just let him talk to Lydia even so.

When Lydia came and asked if they could talk. Stiles looked confused. He was genuinely surprised, and since he was in such a good mood by the dancing and goofing around, he didn't even feel angry enough anymore to ignore her.

He turned around to look at the other. Scott looked shocked as well, while Allison was totally pissed, and Malia...

Well Malia watched Lydia for a moment before she looked at Stiles and smiled at him nodding.

What the hell?

'I should have told her to stick it.'

'No, you shouldn't. Stiles gets to talk to her and maybe she will even be nice if she wants forgiveness.'

'Screw that. She's not getting mine. I don't care if she's his soulmate, which I know she's not, but no way in hell, she's getting my forgiveness.'

Malia didn't say anything. In face she didn't feel so malicious about it all. She felt like this was the right thing to do. Stiles finally got to talk to Lydia and in face dance with her as she put her arms around his neck. It was good. Lydia, despite her flaws made Stiles happy, and that was the only thing Malia ever wanted for him.

'Hey,' said an Afro-American girl Malia didn't recognize as she walked up to them, 'It's so cool you guys wrote a different colour. I love it. Next time give me a memo we could totally all wear something else to piss those girls off.'

Allison winked at her, 'Sure, I will make an event and even not include them.'

'That's the spirit,' nodded the girl and continued to walk.

Malia smirked at Allison, 'Looks like your little dress idea worked.'

'Yeah, I saw those girls by their table all throwing daggers with their eyes at us. It felt good. It also helps you're so hot.'

Malia grimaced, 'Yeah, well, you're hot too.'

'No, I'm too skinny.'

Malia raised her brows, 'Trust me half of the lacrosse team and every boy we passed didn't think so. I wanted to cover my nose with how strong the arousal was.'

Allison giggled embarrassed and Malia smirked again, 'Not to mention Scott. He was totally into it.'

The brunette kept on shaking her head not believing her, 'Yeah, righ-'

The door opened and Scott walked out of the restrooms, 'Can we go?'

Malia heard the song in the gym was slow and decided otherwise, 'You can go. I will go pee too.'

Allison and Scott shared a look as the werecoyote ran off.

Scott looked back to the entrance of the gym, 'I'm pretty sure Adele is starting. Are you okay to suffer through a slow song?'

'If it's just one, yeah,' she nodded and took his hand. He smiled at her as she led her back to the gym.

Malia was walking through the hallways to the bathroom. She pushed the thought of Stiles now dancing with the girl of his dreams as far away as possible.

We're just friend!

She stumbled upon a couple of students who were pointing at the hall of fame Stiles showed her earlier and laughed. She went to the bathroom. She found a few girls there laughing together and talking.

When she was coming back, the boys were gone. She wondered if the song ended already. Deciding it wasn't too long before the end, she went to look at the pictures and trophies again to know what were the boys laughing at.

She didn't see anything unusual but maybe she just didn't understand boys' humour like many other things.

She was about to leave when she noticed Derek Hale's face in the basketball team. He looked so young and happy. He never looked like that anymore.

Malia looked to the team before that and noticed the name Peter Hale. She frowned and looked at the picture freezing in place.

Peter Hale

She didn't even look around before she broke the glass and took the photo running to back to the gym.

Allison put her hands around Scott's neck, 'Don't step on my toes, okay?' How was it that one moment he was this skinny kid who would get blow away in the first strong wind and the next he was so solid rock she knew would hold his ground no matter what?

'Cross my heart.'

She grinned a bit and looked away. This was great. She was so glad they came and were enjoying themselves like this. She loved it. She didn't think she ever felt happier than she did just then forgetting about all their problems even if for a moment.

Scott smiled at her. In her shoes she was a bit taller than him, yet he never felt less muscled or not manly enough because of it. He liked that they could look into each other's faces and eyes like this, that they were on the same level. He liked dancing with her this close.

They were silent for the most part, just like always were now that he knew about Kate. He didn't want to talk about anything. He just wanted to enjoy the moment. Just this once until again something bad would happen.

Allison looked into his eyes again. They were so honest and clear. She always had a feeling like he could tell. Like he knew her inside and out and could see into her.

He saw her.

He knew who she was.

He knew her.

Despite the fact that he was holding her right now and don't get her wrong it was nice to be held by someone you liked, knowing you had a emotional connection to that person was just...more.

It was pure...

Purer than anything physical as far as Allison could tell. It was an undescribed feeling, yet the most profound one she ever felt.

A pure connection with another human being...

She licked her lips, 'Do you...'

Scott looked at her his smile falling a bit as confusion kicked in.

She shook her head. Why was it that every time she got some courage to speak about it, she opened her mouth and realized just how ridiculous it all sounded.

'What?'

Allison looked away feeling red not only on her dress but also in her face now, 'It's just...'

'Allison?'

She looked back at him his eyes giving her courage, 'I...I think I need to tell you something, but I don't know how.'

He swallowed a bit and nodded, 'I..I already know, Allison.'

'Oh,' she said feeling the wave of disappointment hit her.

Now he was going to say it. Now he was going to say...

'Look, I'm sorry, but...we're just friends and I don't think I want to be more.'

'I know about...,' Scott suddenly stopped talking and leaned a bit away from Allison to look somewhere to the side. Allison felt like she couldn't breath waiting for him to say it already. It didn't even matter, she just wanted to get it over with.

'Scott?'

'Kate,' he breathed out.

Allison's eyes widen and she looked over where Scott's eyes landed, 'What? Where?'

She looked at Scott when she didn't see anything and realized he didn't see her eyes but heard her.

She touched his arm, 'What is she saying?'

He didn't answer.

Allison stepped closer to him and gripped his arm tighter, 'Scott?'

She could sense it. He was scared. Terrified. She could sense it. The fear in his eyes, how stiffed his body was.

'Scott?!' she called his name more loudly.

She felt like she was shaking.

Scott looked down at her, 'She wants us to go with her...or she will start shooting people.'

Allison swallowed, 'What do we do? Stiles and...'

'We have to go,' said Scott feeling the weight of his words, 'The less people are with her the less people she can hurt.'

Allison closed her eyes tightly before she nodded. She knew he was right. She was grateful for him putting a hand over her shoulders to help her walk because she was sure she wouldn't be able to make it on her own. Fear reached every bone in her body.

'Scott...I...'

'It's okay,' he cut her off before she could apologize, 'I hide something too. I just hope it won't get us all killed.'

They got out of the gym only to find Kate Argent standing in the hallway smiling at them, 'Well, aren't you the cutest couple here? Hoping to win the crows?'

Scott took in a deep breath, 'What do you want?'

She looked over at him for a moment like she was the predatory, and really wasn't she? Kate was still a very hot woman. There was something about her dominance and confidence that draw people toward. Scott got it. He understood how Derek could fall for her. He was a kid then and with one look Scott could tell she was a woman who would get what she want however she wanted to.

'Well, aren't you a pretty boy. Looks like werewolves love interest run in the family, ha little niece?'

Allison shook her head, 'What do you want?'

'A little road trip.'

Stiles put his hands around Lydia's back as she put her hands around his neck.

'I thought you wanted to talk not dance,' he said as they were dancing through another song while the girl stayed completely quiet swinging with him to the rhythm of Just A Kiss and now Adele's Somebody Like you.

'I'm sorry about everything.'

He nodded not really listening as he held her close. It felt...it felt like they were lovers who were breaking up. There were feelings, but they weren't as intense as before. It hurt but it wasn't heartbreaking. It was a bittersweet goodbye to an epic love.

'I just...I just wanted Jackson to be happy, and that meant getting rid of Scott and well Allison. I didn't mean for them to ruin their lives or anything. I just had to do right by Jackson.'

He didn't say anything about it. He couldn't bring himself to argue or tell her that she was stupid. He knew she could tell it from the cold look in her eyes.

They danced until the song ended. Lydia stepped away from him, 'Thanks for the dance and for listening.'

'Sure, take care Lydia.'

She nodded and leaned up to kiss his cheek. It was sweet and although it would made him insane a couple of days ago, now it was just painful.

He used to be so devouted to Lydia. Still was. Maybe it would take another week or two but he would surely forgive her for what she did to his friends. When she kissed him despite the pain it was a kiss from the girl he was in love with and that meant something to him. She was the most amazing and prettiest girl on their school, and he loved her for so long it seemed impossible to let her go, even now when he put his hands away from her.

He let her disappear in the crowd of the dancing kids for a while before he spotted Malia walking from the hallway.

He couldn't help a smile. Her hair was done as the hairpins Braeden forced into her hair earlier got lost, and she had this wild look from how they were jumping on the dancefloor a little while back. It made him smile. She made him smile.

She looked into the crowd and caught his eyes. She raised her hand for him to see her too.

It was like when a piece of her hair fall down or to the other side of her face. It was out of place and yet it was perfect. Malia was out of place and yet perfect in their school or his room, even his life. She was just like that. When Stiles looked at her she was never breathlessly beautiful like Lydia, yet she was beautiful. She was the kind of beautiful you had to seek out to fully appreciate. The beauty was hard to find at first but it was worth it.

She went through the crowd toward him and he walked toward her. They met in the middle and as cliché as it sounded it felt like they were the only two people in the gym in that moment.

He thought about how she would run to him and ask , 'Are you okay? How was the dance?' she asked as they will finally meet.

Stiles would watch her. It would be like seeing someone for the first time. It would be like someone said something and in that moment everything changed. Those words really felt fitting for that moment. In that moment looking at Malia smiling at him in a white dress with no shoes because they hurt her feet to much everything would changed.

And it did...

'Stiles, look at this,' she said as she handed him a photo her hand bleeding.

'Jesus, M, what happened?' he asked taking her hand into his?

'Look at it. Look at the names. This guys is the Peter who was in Scott's room and with the little boy,' she pointed at someone at the photo. He looked somewhat familiar.

Stiles quickly scanned the names until he froze.

'Peter H-hale,' he looked up at Malia and truly in that moment everything changed.

'Did you see the hot guy who was looking for Lydia?' they heard Kim tell another girl.

'Jesus, he could be her dad.'

'Yeah, hot dad,' said Kim and brushed her hair to the side, 'Oh those blue eyes. Admit it. He was hot.'

Malia and Stiles shared a look before they rushed toward the girl.

'This hot guy?' asked Stiles showing her the photo.

'Ah, and he even played here? Oh my god. Totally hot,' said Kim. Stiles looked over at Malia and the both of them shared a terrified look.

Malia and Stiles looked at the girl and then at each other, 'Where's Lydia?'

'She went to find Jackson,' said Stiles looking around, 'Outside and alone.'

Malia looked around as well, 'What to find her real quick and come back here?'

Stiles nodded, 'Definitely. Let's go.'

He offered his hand and she took it with a smile. He knew she probably meant it as a friendly gesture but he couldn't help the feeling of small happiness it brought him.

Lydia stopped one of the lacrosse players, 'Hey, Matt, right?' she asked and he nodded, 'Yeah, hi?'

'Did you see Jackson?'

He looked around clearly uncomfortable, 'Uhm...no.'

'You're lying, but I'm in a hurry so just point me to the direction you saw him disappear with the girl he was dry humping on the floor, and I will be on my way,' she said almost sweetly.

Matt nodded at toward the field.

'Thanks.'

She walked through the parking lot. A lot of students watched as she was marching toward the field without any coat or sweater. It was cold and she looked pissed and ready to fight, it was not a good combination.

She could clearly see someone standing by the lamps on the field. They were behind the light which was disturbing her eyesight, so she couldn't see to clearly, but it could be Jackson from what she could tell.

She quickly walked there until she got too close. Suddenly something felt off. As she watched the person behind the light come closer, she realized it wasn't Jackson at all. It was someone else...

'Hello?' she asked slowly. It was some guy. Handsome but definitely not her boyfriend.

His smile was kind of hot, but Lydia didn't feel flattered like she did when some older handsome guy checked her out. It made her hair stood up all over her body.

'I...I should...go,' she said and started to turn around. In her mind she already started to count how long it would take for her to get back to the parking lot, and people. She started to count how fast she could run in heel, and how loud she could scream.

However, she had never time to do so as Peter grabbed her and bit out a piece of her shoulder causing her try to scream before he shoved his claws into her neck. The scream turned into a raspy sound which was almost too hard to hear for her own ear. It would be impossible for the others to hear it.

It all happened fast and yet it felt forever in Lydia's mind. When Lydia was thirteen she was walking on her own outside the mall waiting for her dad to come pick her out. She was waiting alone outside since all her friends were already picked up by her parents. Her dad was always late. Their parents were already getting divorced by then. She was waiting outside. It was nine o clock and dark. She watched as people slowly walked to their cars and away. A man approached her and started to chat with her. She had the same bad feeling about it. He constantly kept on asking her where she lived and where she was going. She dogged the questions or simply lied. As times went by he started to be aggressive, he wanted her to take a ride with him. She held her ground ready to scream bloody murder if he tried to drag her. Finally almost twenty minutes later her father came. When she got into the car she got scoffed for talking to strange man. She remembered thinking those were the worst twenty minutes of her life when she wondered if something would happen to her. She used to think that.

As Lydia was slowly bleeding out on the field from bite wounds and scratches, she heard Scott McCall's voice of all the people. It was like he was standing on top of her behind the man with sharp teeth.

'You're going to need our help once, Lydia. You will with I don't even know what, but you will need it, and we don't move a muscle for you. We won't care. Got it? We won't help you, and trust me there will be a moment you will need our help.'

With that she lost consciousness completely.

Malia stood suddenly just as Stiles and her came outside. It was raining a little bit. 'Should have brought a coat? Are you cold?' asked Stiles putting his hand against her arm.

She didn't look at him and continued to look to the front before she sniffed the air.

'What is it?' asked Stiles worried seeing the serious look on Malia's face.

She looked over at him horrified, 'Blood.'

He only managed to open his mouth before Malia ran. He cursed under his breath and quickly followed knowing he could never catch up with her.

By the time he reached the field she growling at a man standing in front of her with his mouth covered in blood.

'Hello, sorry to disturb your evening, but we have some things to attend, Malia,' he told the girl.

Stiles quickly slide to Lydia on the ground. She was all covered in wounds and blood. Her dress was ripped, bloody and dirty from the raining field. She looked dead. She really did look dead.

'You...you killed her?!'

Peter looked at him, 'She's not dead yet, Stiles. But she will be if you don't put that clever mind of yours to work. I think the wound on the neck is the one you should worry about the most.'

Stiles looked down again instantly seeing the cut on her neck. He pressed his hand against it hoping it would slow the bleeding down if he pushed on the wound.

'Good boy,' said Peter almost touched before he looked at Malia again, 'You're coming with me. We need to find Scott.'

'What do you mean? Scott's in the-'

'I can see you two were having too much of a good time. Scott and Allison left with Kate Argent. Now we need to find them before she kills Scott to use Allison,' said the alpha.

Stiles looked at him, 'What do you mean? What are you even talking about?'

'You know...both of you know that your two love birds were acting off and it wasn't just from the stress of the first dance. You know.'

Malia turned her head a bit to him and she could see Stiles felt the same. Anger that Peter was right. They knew something was up even without saying anything.

'Why should I trust you that you want to help Scott?' she asked, 'You hurt him. You want the Argents dead.'

'I changed my mind,' said the alpha.

'Bullshit! You hate them!' called Stiles angry about the situation they were in.

'At first I thought Scott was like any other teenager. Selfish, self-centred, annoying, proud, stubborn. I'm pleased to find out I was wrong. He is very connected with his friends,' he smiled at Malia and she growled at him again.

'I want to have a good pack with stabile relationships. I do not see why we couldn't add a few more friends into the pack. I already can sense you are close.'

Stiles frowned, 'Yeah? You mean turning me and Allison. What about Lydia here?'

'She made some mistakes but she is good at heart. She could be a great asset, so is her douche boyfriend.'

Stiles swallowed, 'No one saw Jackson yet...'

Peter smiled, 'I'm not surprised. Transformations are hard.'

Malia shook her head, 'So this is your plan. To turn every teenager in Beacon Hills into a werewolf?! So you can have your little army?'

'Well, it does sound appealing. Look I can tell you all about my new dream later. Right now, we are wasting Scott's time among the living if we do not find him in time she will kill him. Come on, Malia. Love is wanting yourself to bleed instead of the person you love.'

Malia felt like she was between two rocks seconds before being crushed. She watched the smug look on the man's face and he wanted to punch him, start a fight, fucking destroy him for hurting Lydia and ruining their lives since day one, but at the same time she was afraid. She could feel her body shaking from fear. She could sense his power, his dominance. She could sense everything he was capable of doing, not to mention remember all of their encounters. She was very much afraid. But being afraid was not a bad thing, it was the best thing, because being afraid was what pushed people past their limits.

She turned around and kneeled in front of Stiles with Lydia still lying between them.

Stiles shook his head as he was holding the open wound on Lydia's neck, 'No, Malia. No, don't!'

The girl looked at the alpha and then back at Stiles. Malia leaned down to him again, 'Keep her safe, okay? Get her to the hospital. I'll be fine.'

Stiles keep on shaking his head feeling his heart running wild inside him. He felt like letting go of Lydia's wound and shaking some sense into Malia, 'You're not immortal.'

She put her hand against the back of his neck and pressed their foreheads together. He got it. HE GOT IT, OKAY? They had no choice. The alpha would hurt him and this way she had one last thing to worry about, but freaking God, he didn't. She would be alone with the fucked up murderer. He couldn't and wouldn't be okay with that. He knew it was the only way, but he didn't want it to happen either way. Not when she was pressing their foreheads together, but his hands holding Lydia's wound kept him in the reality of the situation.

Malia felt his tears run down from his face to her lower lip. She could taste them.

'Okay, break it up, Romeo and Juliet. We got work to do,' said the alpha and she wanted to rip his head of even more than she did before.

She let go of Stiles and went with him trying hard not to look back.

Stiles watched her leave with the alpha and he finally realized that there was no doubt. He was in love with his best friend, and she was breaking his heart by leaving him to go into danger.

Lydia let out a soft crying noise and he pressed the wound tighter.

'It's okay,' said Stiles, 'It's going to be okay.' He knew he was saying it for Lydia's benefit. No matter how many times he would say it. He wouldn't convince himself. It was not possible.

Everything was fucked.

Scott parked the car as Kate kept on pointing the gun at Allison in the back seat, 'What are we doing here?'

'Isn't it obvious? Baiting a psychopath,' said the huntress and nodded outside for him to get out of the car.

He got out and she and Allison followed, 'We're going to go to the house. That's where it all started of course.'

'Of course,' said Allison disgusted, 'I can't believe you're such a monster.'

'Me? Please, I'm the one who is keeping you safe. What do you think the alpha will do to you?'

'Only because you're the one who started this all. When you burned the Hales house down with people inside,' barked Allison at her as she grabbed her elbow pointing the gun at her stomach.

'Just shut up and walk. It shouldn't be that hard as you usually just walk around looking pretty.'

Allison frowned at her. Scott tried his best not to say anything to piss the woman off as he was too aware of the gun in her hand pointing at Allison.

They started to walk. She took his phone so there was no way the others would find them unless she brought them there as well.

He looked around like he was expecting to see someone, but from the looks off it, it was as if Kate was alone for now.

Scott turned around to look at them and Kate nodded at him to walk to the direction of the Hales' house.

They walked for a while, he heard Allison stumble in her heels through the woods.

He clenched his fists as he heard Kate had to almost drag her.

'Okay, that's enough,' said Kate suddenly. They were just a mile away from the house, 'You're doing something.'

'I'm not doing anything,' he said as he turned around to look at them.

The woman smirked, 'No, you are. You're listening. Why?'

He stayed quiet and looked at Allison.

'Okay, what?!' asked Kate annoyed dragging Allison a bit closer with her.

'Remember when Stiles used to make us watch those movies in the summer. Thrillers and crime movies? We always said it was BS that they never told anyone when they went into a very dangerous situation. So I decided to tell someone.'

Kate opened her mouth, when suddenly their heard a gunshot.

Allison didn't know what possessed her when she found the strength and wisdom to break free and elbow Kate into the stomach. The huntress stumbled which was enough time for Allison and Scott to rush to each other.

Before Allison could realize what was happening Scott threw her to the ground and covered her just as another shot was fired. This time from Kate.

'Moron!'

Kate heard people coming close so she prepared to fire when she suddenly heard the howl.

The alpha.

She started to run, and Scott growling pulled himself off Allison who immediately started to check for the wound.

'Oh my God, Scott!'

'It's fine. I'm fine,' he said as she touched close to the wound.

He took his claws and dug the bullet out, 'Jesus.'

'It's okay.'

'Who was that? The first shot? Braeden?'

'Your dad,' said Scott before he looked at her, 'I told him.'

'You what?'

'I...I had to. We needed help. So I told Derek and him. I'm sure he and Braeden are somewhere around here.'

'Why didn't you tell me?'

'So Kate or the alpha wouldn't know. They have been spying on us. All four of us. I'm sure of it. I didn't want them to know, but I didn't want you to get into the middle of this,' he said and pressed his hand against her face. For a moment all Allison wanted to do was to stay with him like this in the forest forever, far away from Kate and from Chris and the alpha.

Scott closed his eyes. He wished to stay too...but he couldn't.

'I have to go.'

'No, Scott, don't.'

'I have to...'

'Scott-!'

That was when they suddenly heard a painful animal sound. It cause them both to freeze for a moment.

'That was Malia...she's hurt,' said Scott trying to stand up, but Allison wouldn't let him.

Allison continued to hold his shirt and shaking her head trying to get him to stay, to change his mind. She didn't want to let him go. She didn't want him to leave. He couldn't leave. Not to find Kate and her dad...that was too dangerous. That was not right! That was not what right! This was supposed to be their winter formal. It was supposed to be fun and they were supposed to spent some great time together and go home and ...not like this! She knew they had to help Malia. She knew it but...but...

Scott's hand was on the back of her head making her look at him while his other hand was around her fist which was gripping his shirt. In that very moment, everything faded away. In that very moment, he knew he was an idiot. He knew what he should have done from the moment he realized that he liked her as more than friend...that he loved her as more than a friend.

And just like that he kissed her. It was like a car crash. All of the sudden with no warning, out of the blue or any other thing you might think of as unexpected. That was how it felt to all of the sudden feel Scott's lips on hers pulling her lower lip. It wasn't urged as it was expected in this situation, it was just so calm and gentle Allison lost herself in that kiss for a few moments. For less than a minute made out of sixty seconds the whole world was calm and gentle in Allison Argent's mind.

When he pulled away Allison found herself breathing heavily and trying to get as much air as possible into her lungs while she looked at the boy completely unsure what was happening.

They were...

And he was...

Did he just...

Scott brushed her hair again and looked into her eyes, 'I'll be back. I promise...'

She started to shake her head again trying to keep him close but he gripped her hand on his shirt hard and pulled her off him. She would never be as quick as him and before she could stop him he was gone.

She dug her fingers into her hair completely lost. Million thoughts were running through her head and she didn't know what to do. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She felt like someone held her heart inside her chest and was crushing it.

She brought her hands out of her hair and tried to breath. She needed to do something. She needed to help. She needed to get help.

She needed to freaking get help.

Next chapter:

'I think I will faint soon...'

'We're going to make it. Just a little bit longer. Just a little bit...further, okay?'