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Two people who had once spent so much time together suddenly fumbling around words. It was kinda comedic if you thought about it. Malia liked to believe she was the same girl, who was honest as harsh as it came. But overtime, she adapted that some people didn’t handle the truth hurtful comments well. She had adapted to the idea of a human life, of finishing school, of hunting on her own for animals, instead of humans. People aren’t food, and she learned to be nice to people even if you rolled your eyes when the other person wasn’t paying attention. Malia had to pay thanks to Stiles, he cared about her, he loved her once and aided in her adapting to the human world. 

But now it felt like we were sitting on different planets, he moved away; he disappeared from my life, from Beacon Hills, he let decisions define the relationship he now held with his ex best friend. And yeah Scott was a real piece of shit for not coming after Stiles himself; he was an origin part of our team, of saving a life. But as Malia liked to phrase it she was the one in charge of handling him, it was a miracle we were sitting in his old jeep in one piece. But it’s why she kept the jeep, it was a reminders of him; he was gone, but his presence was constantly felt. But as she attempted the joke, I had to laugh to myself. “ I mean I could’ve we both know I rather eat people..” Rip the throats, kill and eat, oh the thought was mouth watering. But Malia had changed, she didn’t hurt or leave people she cared about behind. 

As for the paused expression at the ask of her dating life, now the brunette could’ve been smart with him how yeah I had this steamy affair happening to boost his blood pressure assuming Stiles cared, but with him; I didn’t want to lie, I wanted to repair the damage of friendship, of trust, with a casual shrug of her shoulders; the female aired out. “ Nah, with all the supernatural hunting i have to do to help your dad at the station, when do I have time to date?” A joke obviously I hunted, I did assist on cases only when his dad asked. 

Our dads apparently the chatter, how low could we go? As for Peter he was real pain in the ass, oh don’t get me started on his controlling ways. “ He dresses as if he thinks the V-necks are cool, he’s one person I doubt will ever change.” Malia didn’t care for her dad; he was self serving as they come, finally a sigh of relief left her lips as the passing sign for Beacon Hills came to view; I swear we were torturing ourselves now.

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[I didn’t like being called an idiot. Yes, for what’s it worth, I knew deep down I did have my idiotic moments, but even in knowing that, I didn’t like when other people called me one. Even if Malia was right in saying so. Whatever the case might be, I wasn’t taking the full blame for Malia and I not being together now. When she and I broke up before, I did it because I was angry with myself over what happened between me and that chimera. I pushed everyone away, at that point, because I was afraid if anyone found out what I did, even though it was an accident and not really my fault, they would see me as a murderer. The thing was, those pipes fell down from that scaffolding while I was climbing it. They fell on their own, and ultimately impaled the chimera. It’s not like I used them as a weapon. Still, even in knowing that… Even as I replayed that nightmare out over and over again in my mind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a murderer. Even more so when Scott called me one and pushed me away after that. Go figure, my best friend since childhood… The guy I was always there for, no matter what, turned his back on me when I needed my best friend the most. Then just to add insult to injury, he made a move on Malia. It took a lot for me to forgive him after he kissed Lydia one full moon, but I let it go when I justified that he didn’t know what he was doing. It was the full moon doing it. I couldn’t use that excuse when he made out with Malia though. Scott knew how much I loved Malia, yet he did it anyway. Turns out the guy I thought was my best and most trusted friend was someone I couldn’t trust at all. All of which led me to question why I was going back to Beacon Hills with Malia now. Sure, a lot of that was only because I knew if I didn’t agree, Malia would probably knock me out, throw me in the vehicle, and take me there either way. Still though, I knew Scott wouldn’t want my help, so why should I even try? I thought to myself as I heard Malia’s apology about kissing Scott. I knew she wasn’t big on apologies so if she was saying one now, she meant it. I didn’t know what to do with it yet though] Hey, idiot or not, I tried to fix things with us… Or at least that was my intention. Like I said, I realized you had moved on with my so-called best friend, so I thought you were done with me. Why wouldn’t I? Seemed to me you had moved on, so in time, I did too. [I shrugged casually. We were both at fault here. I had a feeling we still loved each other though, so maybe we could find a way to get beyond our mistakes in the past, and find a future together. Jury was still out on that one though] Eh, Lydia’s with Parrish now, and from what my dad says, they’re pretty serious, so all the best to them. [I shrugged once more. Was I happy for them? No. Not a chance, but no point in harboring bitterness. It wouldn’t change anything] She always liked older guys anyway. I really think she only tried with me because she hadn’t ever dated a dork before and wanted to know what that was like. [My words tinged with sarcasm as I spoke] What about you? Are you seeing anyone now? [Wanting to know now in case I try to kiss her at some point. I’d like to know in advance if she was going to punch me in the face, or some supernatural creature she was seeing would rip my throat out or something for me trying to move in on their girl. Hey, knowing my luck, it wouldn’t surprise me]

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Malia wasn’t innocent in the fallout. She knew it was easy to point fingers. Easy to say the split was all on Stiles, to say that him leaving had stung, disappointed her. But Malia also knew her fault even if she wasn’t willing to outright say the words. Apologizing was never in her nature. She was more only stick around if someone she cared about asked her to. She was the type of girl to leave you in the dust, to leave you behind. But Stiles had touched her in a profound way, he saw her and all her scars. And despite how complicated our friendship? If that was now. Malia did feel guilt for hurting him, for betraying the one person who loved her. Besides Peter who pretended he did when it was convenient for him. 

And was I vengeful when Stiles had decided to follow his heart with Lydia? Yes I was hurt, I felt betrayed by him like I was a place holder until Lydia was ready for him. And I felt that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach now, I heard the sadness in his voice salty even when he spoke of it. And I felt like it was my duty to try to mend those fences with him, for our drive? For his expertise with supernatural creatures as our friendly jeep found its way back to Beacon hills. “ I’m sorry.” I’m sorry Lydia disappointed you, I’m sorry I was angry and had went out to spite you. But Malia was the only one who was convinced this new mission, the new haunting visions in our heads, the Allison of it all; needed one Stiles to help us solve the case. Glancing out the window as the topic moved to my ways of rejection, ripping someone’s throat out wouldn’t be the first if you asked me. A soft giggle left my lips. “ Mind you I had told him multiple times I wasn’t interested, so in this case he had it coming, a girl has to put her foot down.” A shrug of my shoulders now. It would’ve spelled Malia if she had gone through with ripping a throat out; but then Stiles dad would be knocking down my door, and we had an agreement, he fills me in on Stiles as long as I try my best to as I quote stay out of trouble. Consider it done. 

As for Peter a silent roll of my eyes now, why were we making small dad about my bastard of a dad, who only popped in when he wanted to ask me for a favor.. Yeah father of the year right there. “ He’s Peter, he disappears for lengths at a time, and appears when its convenient for him. But with Derek being a dad now.. I think both of them are surprisingly concerned, or its a weird alpha male shit..” Malia rambled off as the drive moved along, she hated how discomfort this was, Stiles used to be the person I leaned on, and now it was like we’re strangers.

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[I didn’t like being called an idiot. Yes, for what’s it worth, I knew deep down I did have my idiotic moments, but even in knowing that, I didn’t like when other people called me one. Even if Malia was right in saying so. Whatever the case might be, I wasn’t taking the full blame for Malia and I not being together now. When she and I broke up before, I did it because I was angry with myself over what happened between me and that chimera. I pushed everyone away, at that point, because I was afraid if anyone found out what I did, even though it was an accident and not really my fault, they would see me as a murderer. The thing was, those pipes fell down from that scaffolding while I was climbing it. They fell on their own, and ultimately impaled the chimera. It’s not like I used them as a weapon. Still, even in knowing that… Even as I replayed that nightmare out over and over again in my mind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a murderer. Even more so when Scott called me one and pushed me away after that. Go figure, my best friend since childhood… The guy I was always there for, no matter what, turned his back on me when I needed my best friend the most. Then just to add insult to injury, he made a move on Malia. It took a lot for me to forgive him after he kissed Lydia one full moon, but I let it go when I justified that he didn’t know what he was doing. It was the full moon doing it. I couldn’t use that excuse when he made out with Malia though. Scott knew how much I loved Malia, yet he did it anyway. Turns out the guy I thought was my best and most trusted friend was someone I couldn’t trust at all. All of which led me to question why I was going back to Beacon Hills with Malia now. Sure, a lot of that was only because I knew if I didn’t agree, Malia would probably knock me out, throw me in the vehicle, and take me there either way. Still though, I knew Scott wouldn’t want my help, so why should I even try? I thought to myself as I heard Malia’s apology about kissing Scott. I knew she wasn’t big on apologies so if she was saying one now, she meant it. I didn’t know what to do with it yet though] Hey, idiot or not, I tried to fix things with us… Or at least that was my intention. Like I said, I realized you had moved on with my so-called best friend, so I thought you were done with me. Why wouldn’t I? Seemed to me you had moved on, so in time, I did too. [I shrugged casually. We were both at fault here. I had a feeling we still loved each other though, so maybe we could find a way to get beyond our mistakes in the past, and find a future together. Jury was still out on that one though] Eh, Lydia’s with Parrish now, and from what my dad says, they’re pretty serious, so all the best to them. [I shrugged once more. Was I happy for them? No. Not a chance, but no point in harboring bitterness. It wouldn’t change anything] She always liked older guys anyway. I really think she only tried with me because she hadn’t ever dated a dork before and wanted to know what that was like. [My words tinged with sarcasm as I spoke] What about you? Are you seeing anyone now? [Wanting to know now in case I try to kiss her at some point. I’d like to know in advance if she was going to punch me in the face, or some supernatural creature she was seeing would rip my throat out or something for me trying to move in on their girl. Hey, knowing my luck, it wouldn’t surprise me]

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" No matter the years, I wouldn't leave without you still"

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Malia wasn’t perfect, she had her own adaptations, Since she was human form, since she fought the urges of ripping people’s heads off. Stiles was the first person to make her feel seen. To make her feel protected, wanted. And yes Malia had her own fair share of hardships. She didn’t trust easily, or at all. When she felt beat down, used she made stupid decisions, obviously considering the elephant in the car; the jeep that she did make out with Scott. At the end she wished she could say she had the sense to say no, to snap herself out of a horrible choice. But she was angry at Stiles, she was hurt. One second he said I love you, we shared a kiss outside the school and the next he wanted space. I felt rejected, I felt like I wasn’t enough and perhaps him and I were never going to work. 

And for years I blamed him, I felt angry when I thought about that dorky smile of his. That brain of his; that webs solutions together on his wall in that room. The room we laid in his bed, curled up against the other bodies touching. It was easier to blame him. I knew of the incident the pipes, the chimera he accidently killed. My heart ached for him, and I should’ve been more sensitive but it felt out of my derestriction. I was never great at showing emotions. I used to eat people, or fight the urge to. I was relieved though that the male didn’t make me knock him out, didn’t make me tie him up and toss him in the jeep, the beatdown jeep I only offered to keep for him; or it made me feel closer to the ex I spent so many years being angry at. And now here we were; two exs sitting in the jeep, his car, driving back to deal with another supernatural, and I felt uneasy. But given he didn’t lash out and sound upset with my one apology did that mean he felt how sincere I was? “ Stiles.. You could’ve tried harder.. Instead of falling to the hands of Lydia, I was so mad at her for that.” And I suppose I couldn’t justify the why I broke a code, mistake or not I hurt Stiles betrayed him and that was a concept I was still dwelling on. But I also knew Stiles, I knew of his crush on the beautiful Lydia, it was hard not to wonder was it all a game? Until she was ready for him, but I didn’t want to fight it felt petty now, As I glanced out the glass window; watching the scenery fly by. “ She loved you, I know because no girl looks at you the way she did unless she’s in love.” From experience the pining looks, the wishful thinking, Malia was that girl, at the question if she was seeing someone it was a hard no; was Stiles fishing around here? A coy expression traced along her features. “ No.” pausing as she aired out a tease to test the waters. “ But there was a hot rookie cop that tried to make a move, I did almost tear his neck out for that one..’ I added the humor knowing it had to lighten the mood; instead of tense central or 

This ride was going to be one hell of a drive,, Malia could feel her body sinking down into her seat.

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[I didn’t like being called an idiot. Yes, for what’s it worth, I knew deep down I did have my idiotic moments, but even in knowing that, I didn’t like when other people called me one. Even if Malia was right in saying so. Whatever the case might be, I wasn’t taking the full blame for Malia and I not being together now. When she and I broke up before, I did it because I was angry with myself over what happened between me and that chimera. I pushed everyone away, at that point, because I was afraid if anyone found out what I did, even though it was an accident and not really my fault, they would see me as a murderer. The thing was, those pipes fell down from that scaffolding while I was climbing it. They fell on their own, and ultimately impaled the chimera. It’s not like I used them as a weapon. Still, even in knowing that… Even as I replayed that nightmare out over and over again in my mind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a murderer. Even more so when Scott called me one and pushed me away after that. Go figure, my best friend since childhood… The guy I was always there for, no matter what, turned his back on me when I needed my best friend the most. Then just to add insult to injury, he made a move on Malia. It took a lot for me to forgive him after he kissed Lydia one full moon, but I let it go when I justified that he didn’t know what he was doing. It was the full moon doing it. I couldn’t use that excuse when he made out with Malia though. Scott knew how much I loved Malia, yet he did it anyway. Turns out the guy I thought was my best and most trusted friend was someone I couldn’t trust at all. All of which led me to question why I was going back to Beacon Hills with Malia now. Sure, a lot of that was only because I knew if I didn’t agree, Malia would probably knock me out, throw me in the vehicle, and take me there either way. Still though, I knew Scott wouldn’t want my help, so why should I even try? I thought to myself as I heard Malia’s apology about kissing Scott. I knew she wasn’t big on apologies so if she was saying one now, she meant it. I didn’t know what to do with it yet though] Hey, idiot or not, I tried to fix things with us… Or at least that was my intention. Like I said, I realized you had moved on with my so-called best friend, so I thought you were done with me. Why wouldn’t I? Seemed to me you had moved on, so in time, I did too. [I shrugged casually. We were both at fault here. I had a feeling we still loved each other though, so maybe we could find a way to get beyond our mistakes in the past, and find a future together. Jury was still out on that one though] Eh, Lydia’s with Parrish now, and from what my dad says, they’re pretty serious, so all the best to them. [I shrugged once more. Was I happy for them? No. Not a chance, but no point in harboring bitterness. It wouldn’t change anything] She always liked older guys anyway. I really think she only tried with me because she hadn’t ever dated a dork before and wanted to know what that was like. [My words tinged with sarcasm as I spoke] What about you? Are you seeing anyone now? [Wanting to know now in case I try to kiss her at some point. I’d like to know in advance if she was going to punch me in the face, or some supernatural creature she was seeing would rip my throat out or something for me trying to move in on their girl. Hey, knowing my luck, it wouldn’t surprise me]

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Malia didn’t come save his ass to hash out old emotions, to dive into the pain of the emotions that made her stomach turn. Malia had convinced herself she was healed; that her heart that mended from that god awful feeling of heartache. How do humans deal with these awful emotions daily? Malia knew she wasn’t perfect, she tended to want to eat people over socializing with them. But Stiles he believed in her. He never turned his back on her; he held her hand in the dark, when she was finding her footing. He always held a tenderness about him. I loved him deeply, and now Malia wasn’t sure if she was saying the words of her hurt aloud to convince herself it was closure or because she needed her emotions to be validated. 

For Stiles to realize his importance, the impact he had on her. An ache in her chest that never subsided because he left an imprint on her that never faded. What did I want him say? Nothing; because its been years since outside that school by the courtyard where he ripped my heart out. I felt that painful silence as I stared out the window, passing of trees the music that dimly played within the jeep. I knew it was irrational, it didn’t make sense for me to be hung up on Stiles. But Lydia was my friend and it stung when I saw them together; when Stiles had moved on. Of course I had no claims to him, nor should I feel any ounce of jealousy considering I did makeout with Scott first. I suppose but it was a means of ripping the bandaid off, knowing how Lydia felt about Stiles I saw the way she painfully pinned after him, the way her eyes lit up each time he spoke like mine did. And I was no idiot to Stiles and his crush on the strawberry blonde; I suppose it was inevitable for them to be together; which is why I was impulsive. And as I waited for that response, I found i was speechless. How was I suppose to reply? 

“ You are a real idiot you know, I don’t know why I wasted all these years waiting to see you again.” I muttered as I gathered my thoughts. I knew why Stiles ended up, he was fighting his own demons and I found myself increasingly frustrated. Because I wanted to help him, I wanted to reassure him it wasn’t his fault, it was an accident. But I knew no words of wisdom was going to ease his pain. “ I’m sorry for Scott, I can admit my emotions ran high and I saw the drawing on the walls with Lydia and I guess I wanted to prove to myself I could move on before you did. But it was selfish of me to do that with him. You have to know it was nothing, it was nothing real.” A person that apologizes yeah not my forate so this was a new step for me. But I did feel slightly guilty now knowing Stiles had seen us kiss. 

A knot that formed in the pit of my stomach, he wanted me back? That’s what I mean what a class A idiot; to not see how desperately in love I still was. Even now, It was almost shameful. “ You were an idiot for what it’s worth Lydia had no idea what she lost.” I confessed with a hint of a smile. Stiles was an idiot; I never sugarcoated that.

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A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Tension that loomed in the air. I didn’t believe it was because of us; of the unfinished business when it came to stiles and myself. I think it was the irritation that Scott McCall was bringing to Stiles. His once best friend; the two were once two peas in a pod. And now it felt like Stiles was out of the loop. He was the one left out in the dark. Malia didn’t care if she caught grief because she decided to hunt Stiles down, because she decided to show up at his doorstep and request his attention. His aid to detail; Scott had no idea the dangers; the pulls the void had on Allison. She was in limbo, and there was a chance his dismiss was her; and the tether this girl had over him. 

Stiles was an anchor; he was able to see the vision of real and pretend, he was the one that kept me sane in the darkness. He’s why i felt tamed enough to assist his dad at the station. The reason why I no longer left people behind, why I stopped eating animals. I controlled my instincts because of him. And yeah there was tension and unresolved feelings on my end; but I forgave Stiles, I sat in this jeep the one last sting of him I had left. He broke down constantly but I didn’t care because I never had the heart to part ways with the Jeep; it was his a piece of Stiles I held with me. 

“ It’s fine, I was the naive one to believe what we had was real. I was the consolation for her, until she was ready to be in love with you.” I was honest I held no filter at all, even as the words; that laced on my lips pained me to say. It was always Lydia for him I was simply a place holder just like Scott was a rebound a place holder for me until I was able to heal; to stop myself from overthinking about Stiles. I accepted that reality and now I hoped we could be friends? A journey home to Beacon Hills; where supernational never slept. Was I joking when it came to Scott? Honestly no. Because it was obvious he had hurt Stiles, and my loyalty had always been to the male sitting next to me. As I reach forward to turn up the radio as we neared the town; the news of bodies, of the unknown echoed through the air. “ I will, and he won’t see it coming.” Justice for Stiles; a stiles the man I always carried with me.

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A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Malia couldn’t imagine what type of emotions were coursing through Stiles head right now. Yeah it’s been years since the fallout; the reason why Stiles decided to Ghost us all. Decided he needed to escape the supernatural. I understood why he left after the fallout; the mistrust that brewed between himself and Scott and I could see us even talking about his once best friend now felt triggering for him. It felt like a betrayal occurred all over again. Malia didn’t want to bring Stiles into a fight; with Scott and she knew the consequences of betraying Scott. But despite what everyone in Beacon Hills is doing to save Allison a life lost, Stiles was one of us. He belonged to be there. 

And maybe a part of me never forgot him. He found it so easily to erase me. To dump me and move on with her; I felt my own blood boiling at the memory. I was insane for caring, for wanting Stiles to help. If anyone had the right to hate the male it was me. But he was the first person I loved, the first person who I trusted, a bond was formed. I couldn’t walk away again, or in this sense drive away not with the right conscious. 

“ You can’t. After all you kinda owe me.” He was why I felt emotions. Why I felt like my heart had been ripped out of me when he left. Why I experienced the emotion of heartbreak. Not that Stiles remotely cared about how his absence had affected me, his dad who will never say it but misses his son. As we neared an hour into our drive, I knew the affect I had; I believed in him the same way he believed in me. And for a moment we held a understanding enough to where I felt it was okay to make a joke. “ You never once gave up on me Stiles, although I still fight the urge to eat people from time to time..” Knowing he was why I stopped, I controlled myself. “ But I may be willing to beat up Scott for you when the mission is over.. Assuming you’d be okay with it.” Knowing if Stiles told me no it would instantly shut the idea down; Stiles tamed me, he was an anchor in the darkness that filled my thoughts.

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A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Malia had a short fuse, she tended to have no filter, and normally she did protect her words. She did try to hide any pain from her words especially when it came to Stiles. Because despite how it suddenly ended, despite the way he had hurt her; she cared about him, holding a torch some may say. Malia wasn’t out to upset him. But she also knew the chances of Stiles coming if he knew fact for fact. Malia beat to her own drum when she decided to hunt him down, decided he needed to take part in this battle; the battle of saving a friend, of saving the true love of Scott. But I also felt the tension; I didn’t miss a beat over the years. I knew Scott and Stiles barely spoke not since the day Stiles left. And I sat in silence, as I felt the mood shift, I feel the anger that was coming off of Stiles. 

Jackson, and Scott, now I knew i had put my foot in my mouth. I knew I had shared too many details. He was hung up on the fact Scott called Jackson, which it was prompted me to clarify. “ Lydia told Jackson okay, they hang out I guess, and obviously Lydia is involved, Allison was her best friend. I don’t think Scott meant to exclude you here, but last I checked you ghosted every one of us when you left Stiles.” Silence, no words of Stiles was okay, any tip I caught wind of was from his father; and I always hoped to see Stiles again. To hear his voice, but now maybe the damn had been broken. Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree. Hands settled into my lap as I let my eyes focus on him; his face as I pulled the jeep into a stop at the light. Red lights flashing on. 

“ I want you here. No one asked me to come get you. No one knows I came. I know you, and this mission, I need you there to help us. I know my input probably means nothing. You’re held up on the Scott of it all. But I can’t do this without you.” A tender a real shown of emotion that dared to show on her features. Malia wasn’t getting sentimental here; she couldn’t let her guard down. Once the light flashed green she made an exit towards the fast food place on her radar. “ I never stopped, I was mad as hell at you. But I always knew you were made for greatness Stiles.” His name stuck on her lips; sorrow in vain, but Malia hadn’t changed. We’re in this together. 

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@nowwatchmequip

A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Did Malia actually think stiles was going to willingly open that door of his? No because Stiles had been it super clear to me, to the pack when he graduated it was over. The bonds that formed was for high school. The love I fought for, the love he once made me feel was a puppy love, high school. And yeah Stiles had ripped my heart into two, after I was the second choice, it that always been Lydia but hey according to Stiles’s dad the pair had split up a hell of long time ago, was it wrong to gloat about that falling relationship? Maybe but Malia never hid her distaste for the pain that was caused. 

Malia knew at this mission the pack, the brains to saving Allison we needed Stiles even if he was hellbend on pretending we never existed. She held a torch for him, hints the jeep why it was one of her prize obsessions, and why she found herself working for his dad; yes her extra set of abilities helped with solving a crime but it was Stiles. He once loved her and made her believe she was gonna be okay, have some kind of a normal life. And she believed him. And now against all the issues; the mistrust, the reasons why the male left Beacon Hills, it didn’t matter. Allison a girl I barely knew, felt like a stranger now needed rescuing. She was confused disoriented, she was hearing voices controlling her every move, and Stiles might be the key, All that to say; the female had to sniffle a laugh to herself when she heard his retort regarding Derek, he was a special cup of tea. “ Oh I know, most days I want to ring his neck apart.” Uttering in a response, the brunette then waited until his spiraling of thoughts of why? How was Allison handling it all, Why Derek speech had come to a pause. 

“ I don’t know, I think the Nogitsune is controlling her, Jackson only mentioned them finding Derek before she does, I think Scott intends on stopping her, he believes he can break through to her. I bolted when Jackson mentioned Scott wasn’t going to call you. I figured I may be able to get you on board.” A smirk hitting the corners of her lips almost prideful now. Malia hoped the male would appreciate the fact she bolted at the mention of him not being involved meaning there was no pack without him, Hands on the wheel the brunette had swerved onto the main road, a few minutes in passing as she noted the exit signs, a food stand, one of the icons held the burger sign, possibly the curly fries and burgers Stiles was speaking off. The low growling in her stomach spoke for her. 

“ You know, we could never resist some good curly fries, besides I think it’ll give us time to catch up.” Pausing as her eyes glanced over to him purposely. “ Before we have to jump right into the world of risks.” Enough experience Malia wanted to hold onto a good memory; one last meal before the danger; before we face whatever was controlling Allison.

Continued

@nowwatchmequip

A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Some people stay in your life and others find people that feel like pit stops along the way. Malia was never the attached type, she was okay on her own. She adapted, she killed her own family unintentionally due to her new abilities; the coyote part of her. She had blamed herself; didn’t feel the need to stick around. But Stiles had opened her up, she felt so loved by him. She was normally the type to kill, to chew others out when they sinned or hurt her. But Stiles believe it or not she never would’ve left him behind. The irony I guess was; that when Stiles left Scott the pack he also left her; not that he owed me anything. We had long from broken up; but it stung realizing I’d never have the chance to air it out as they say. 

No goodbye, no closure to the deepest form of love Malia ever had, and she was on her own again. The pack was focused on Allison; Scott was figuring out a way to reach her. To try to break through the layers of demons; of the darkness that the nogitsune had on her. A force that brainwashed her; forced ideas to make Scott look like the villain in the story. I was there was Jackson brought up Stiles and I saw that far off glance when he said Stiles wasn’t coming. And I felt angry I felt my face go red. Not that Stiles cared; he closed this life a hell of a long time ago. Yet here I was; fighting like tooth and nail to see him, to know he was okay. The story moves on; we adapt and we let go. 

But Malia she wasn’t a take no for an answer kind of girl. She’d hold her ground; and yes she silently listened as he shuffled through his clothes any necessarily belongings he’d need for the trip. Did she go too far with the indication that he had one foot out the door before our split? No because if anyone had right to be mad it was her; she was the second fiddle. For her it was always him, he was brilliant yet blind to that obvious factor. Considering the male couldn’t see her face she rolled her eyes. Of course he dodged that topic I wasn’t sure if I was feeling stung that he didn’t comment or relieved. Not that now was the time to hash out our issues. Peeking my head through the crack in the doorway, I debated the options. 

Allison was a friend; someone of importance not just to Sitles, but to pack. Therefore Malia fought all her urges to kill; it was off the table. “ Scott is trying to get through to her. But she’s on the warpath, to kill Derek, but you know Scott he’s trying to avoid any deaths.” Deaths that haunted us; not that I blamed Scott but what happens when Allison actually drives a wolfsbane bullet through his chest? Or any of us supernational beings? By now the pair had made their way down the stairs and to the parking lot where his famous jeep was parked. It tended to break down more times than not. But it was important to him; and she was holding the grudge to let it go. Hearing the click she had pulled herself into the drivers seat, and once he was situated next to her; the female started the engine. 

“ Are you Hungry? What’s good around here? Or we can wait until we get closer to Beacon Hills?” Glancing over as she started out of the lot; on a ride home; the place that stood with us.

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@nowwatchmequip

A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Malia never needed anyone in her corner. Since the day she turned; the day she threatened her family she only could count on herself. She didn’t want to feel small or vulnerable but when it came to Stiles she tended to lose all her senses. Enough to make her care. She was pathetic she was naive to believe he cared. When all the signs were written on the walls. He left Beacon Hills without a care. He left his best friend and yeah it may have been justify, due to the disagreement between Scott and Stiles; the one act of defiance, the one act that tore a line between two friends. But Malia she was naive and never lost faith in Stiles. 

He was the first person to make her feel seen, to feel normal even with her own abilities. He made her feel loved in more ways than one. And when he left it ripped her apart. Malia knew he disappeared on us; he gave up on her and the fight for what we felt for the other; the day he walked away from me. And Malia also knew the stories of what occurred between Scott and Stiles; and she felt for him. Believe it or not she understood why her ex abandoned them and left. Sometimes mistakes made; a friendship broken can’t be repaired; and Malia knew what the boy was up to since he left Beacon Hills due to his own father, the perks of the female working at the Sheriff station; Stiles and his dad was family. And even if our relationship ended on a dier note; she’d always care. And her giving retort and retort to knock senses into Stiles was simply who she was. She wasn’t one to run away; and she dug deep in order to stir a reaction from the male, but she didn’t expect the guilt trip; the way he mentioned her brief relationship with his best friend; granted Malia knew it was wrong; it was emotionless; it was to feel nothing, the numbness at the time. Not that she was going to admit it to Stiles now. Not after the low dig he sent her way. 

A roll of her eyes she pulled arms to cross over her lips. “ Don’t get your pants into a twist over it, You have no right to eye me over Scott, you left us, you left me far before he and I ever got together might I add, Not to mention you had your foot out the door every chance you could? Why? Because you hoped Lydia would want you, When I always did, but that’s a conversation for another time, I’m not going to hash out old issues; ones I forgave, maybe it’s time you do some forgiving.” She added in her sassy tone; one the male knew all too well. Again rolling her own eyes; the female had stepped forward preparing her assault, her dragging of Stiles through the door to get to the jeep not that Malia had any intention of harming him; she wouldn’t. She loved him too much. His idiot self. But she caught sight of the pause, the attention that was aimed at her at the mention of Allison. 

A loss, a friend that was taken from us; and now she was haunting our every move. Swallowing the lump in her throat the female had stepped forward as she decided to help with his bag if he wanted. “ Now that I have your attention, Scott has been having dreams of her; and we found out the Nogitsune has a hold on her, she’s been in limo this whole time. Scott is hatching a plan, and I have one of my own.” Stepping forward she for the first time placed a tender touch; a hand on his forearm, her eyes peeled to his own. “ My plan includes you.” It always had; despite our issues that were newly opening up now.

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@nowwatchmequip

A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Okay maybe Malia was being harsh, just a tad. Not to say Stiles Stilinski didn’t deserve the threats, didn’t deserve the thought of tape being pulled out over his mouth in order to stop me from ringing his head. If this was anyone else Malia wouldn’t think twice about ripping them a new one from limb to limb. She definitely had the strength. She was capable of tearing your heart out. She was capable of tripping you and forcing a nose bleed or worse. But despite the pain, the heartache that Stiles caused she’d never hurt him not intentionally. She was angry that he was refusing, that he was forcing her hand to be mean, that she had to toss out threats in order for him to say yes. Malia once said she’d leave anyone behind for dead but she’d never leave him. 

Was that still true? Yes as stubborn as it was. The brunette hadn’t forgiven the way he gave up on them. She was hurt; still heartbroken not that she’d say it. But given the way he spoke; she got the instinct feeling that the male got her drift. “ Not that you wouldn’t deserve it. You didn’t just leave us, you left all of us. You were the one family I ever had, and you broke us.” Words spat out in anger, in the pain she’d been holding in for years. Stiles graduated, and left Beacon Hills, left his friends, his family in the rearview mirror, and now I was the pathetic one. Who not only kept getting that stupid jeep fixed each time it broke down. I was told by Derek on more than one occasion I needed to let go. I needed to let the jeep die and maybe I did. But it was a symbol for me, a symbol of hope. Of holding a piece of Stiles in Beacon Hills even if he’d moved on. 

I knew I was pathic; I was holding onto a romance that died years ago. Pushing my frame into a still position, arms pulled over my chest folding one arm over the other. I tried to conceal the grin I was holding on bare lips. He was coming. Stiles was going to come with me, what that entailed I wasn’t sure. But I knew Stiles he was the brains, he was able to get us out of any sticky situation if the right heads got put together. I had all the belief in him, I knew things with Scott were strained for obvious reasons; but if I could manage to place my pride on the backburner for now; so could these idiots. 

Pacing forward into the hallway; the brunette took it upon herself to take in the frame on the wall the one framed picture that was of Stiles and his dad. A soft smile hit the corners of her lips. “ All you need to know is Scott needs you, and it involves..” Pausing as I tried to say the name as a hint of what this mission means. “ Allison.” And Stiles knew her; better than me; he knows the importance this attention was; the girl that died; the death Scott never recovered from.

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A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Malia knew the details more than others why Stiles left Beacon Hills for his own future after graduation. Why he seemingly was okay to be on his own. Without the tail that was Scott. Malia knew about the mistrust; the fall out within trusting Theo a memory that got the brunette fired up. Even with the pain the hurt the male had caused on her own; she defended him to Scott. Ensured the Alpha knew who his friends were; who would pick him up when he was down. Of course my word meant nothing. Malia was a feisty one; she was someone who either wanted to have your back or wanted to rip your throat out. In Stiles case she was debating in her mind if she should just tie him up with rope especially his mouth in order to stop the words that came. 

Did he not realize how he spoke? That it was like a knife right through her own heart. She wasn’t pinning no. That be pathic on her part. And Malia was a well qualified women now, she had a job at the station with his dad, she was smoking hot, any guy would be lucky to have her arm on theirs. Yet the one guy she felt that spark, that she found herself still hopelessly in love with; couldn’t understand why his impasse with Scott might not sting of their own with her. Stiles left. He had left her prior to graduation which stung. He was the only boy she remotely trusted, who she’d kill for. And right now she felt her walls around her crumbling. Malia wasn’t here to hash out old wounds; ones that never healed. 

She was here; to bring him home; where the pack felt his absence, felt the hole of his brilliant mind. Malia had pushed her stung feelings to the back of her mind as lips pushed together. Of course he actually apologized for his actions. If she was hurt? Please he was a human, a boy, she could lie and claim to be moved on. But her speeding down the freeway to get to DC might admit that the brunette cares a tad too much about him. All that to say she wore a stone cold expression; as she answered. 

“ Apologizing is the least you could do after all these years. I understand you needing a break a trust was broken. But Scott has way too much pride to ask you himself. To gravel for you to come home, but I don’t. “ I misled my lead in; as I blinked back my eyes before I wanted to clarify almost awkwardly now. “ I mean I have pride. But I also don’t care if you’re willing or not here. We can do this easily or hard.” The hard left a rushing burning in her chest; it be hot of me to throw him over my shoulder; to tie him up and force him into the jeep against his own will. Now that was a thought; until I heard his compliment of me needing him. I wasn’t going to live this one down was I? I had to roll my eyes as arms deflated to fall to my sides. 

“ You sure never knew a good thing. Now you still don’t. You’re still a damn idiot and a coward. This isn’t about how how hot I am, or that you’d be lucky to be in a car with me for hours. Play your cards right and maybe I won’t feel the need to put tape over your mouth to shut you up.” Feisty yes, and definitely feeling a tad on edge. The female glanced down to her shifting feet; it felt different between us; obviously this man broke me to no repair. Yet I was the only one with balls to come get his ass. He was coming; an instant relieved notion as I fought the smile against my own lips. 

“ Make an extra order of curly fries and yeah, Plus we never know how far that jeep of yours is gonna get us.” His; it was the one piece of Stiles I had left; and now were we able to repair what felt so loosely and broken?  “ Grab whatever shit you need for a few days, there’s no telling how long this save will need.” Prepare for weeks; the nogitsune was still out there; prying on pain; to absorb us; to take over our minds.

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A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Malia wasn’t in the dark when it came to the why. Why Stiles disappeared off the grind. Why He decided leaving Beacon Hills was his best chance to survive. Why he decided to abandoned the people he loved, that he once called family and friends. Of course I knew he didn’t owe me anything. We broke up; went separate ways; we both had moved on; or so I lamely convinced myself of. Obviously I was still holding a touch for the dork. The one person who I never wanted to leave behind. He made me believe in the good; that I could use my anger; my impulsive moods for good. That I could help Scott and be a part of his pack. 

Stiles was gone for years now. I had my ways of perversion; how I got his where abouts quick thinking on my end. His dad was puddy in my hands. I cared about his son, I loved Stiles despite how brutal our ending was. His dad believed in me, enough to give me the benefit of the doubt. I didn’t know or remotely understand why Stiles left; besides his own ambition; his own passions for the FBI. I was proud of him; but right now I only had one thought on my mind and that was getting him to say yes. I knew before he opened the door; the pull I once had on the male wasn’t the same. We barely spoke in years. Nearly strangers now. It made me sad to consider. Was I disappointed in Stiles? Yes because he left; he left me behind, he left Beacon Hills without a last thought. Because even now after I came to ask him for a favor, to come home. To the place he grew up, the place where his dad lived and obviously missed his son. The place where his best friend now; Scott came home to Beacon Hills after a set of dreams of Allison his first love; the girl most say got away from him. Did Stiles ever think I got a away? Now now slow your roll Malia that’s not why we’re here. We had another agenda initially. Somehow Stiles had a way of pushing my buttons. His face was handsome even with the new facial hair; the training looked good on him. Hands on her sides; fingers tapping against her sides as a way of calming her own nerves. 

What did he bring to the table? Was he for real? Malia was torn about if she needed to chew him out; or simply cut her loses and walk away. It would serve Stiles right considering that’s what he did best. Walk out; toss you aside like you meant nothing. Did I mean anything to him? Fighting every urge to reach for him; to slap him silly, she wore a gracious smile; maybe too kind. Whatever. “ I don’t know why you think Scott doesn’t need you. But you’re why he embraced who he is. Why I’m remotely okay. I once never cared; I only cared about surviving. Then you came and saved me. I would’ve gladly leave everyone behind but I never left you..” Words edged to her voice as she shook her head; was she wasting her time? She admitted to needing him. God what the hell she asked herself. 

Here we go; shaking her head she pressed a hand to his chest with a playful slap. “ Shut up.” Of course he was hung up on me needing me; but surprisingly it ended with the result I wanted. Him wanting to help. The brunette felt a smirk hit the corners of her lips. “ Really all I had to do was need you to comply with helping?” Eyes narrowed on the boy as she glanced to the door to lead outside. “ Beacon Hills, I came to get you home I’m not leaving without you.” 

Malia always held him with her; even if he found it easy to leave her.

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A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Annoyance was racing through her emotions. Malia had a hard temper especially when she was ticked off. Malia knew Stiles and knew the type of person he was. Sometimes he was able to frustrate her; he was able to consume her thoughts. She was blinded by the attraction of the feeling of experiencing love for the first time. He showed her what it felt like to be human again what it felt like to be cared for by someone like him. Years had passed; the pain he caused her had subsided. The brunette came to retrieve him; to make Stiles see what was important. A mission in Beacon Hills wouldn’t be fulfilled without him. She was in no mood for small talk. Nor did she care if her attitude if her loudless with her constant knocks woke up his own neighbors. Serves the male right for abandoning the people he loved or remotely cared about. 

Hearing his voice irritated her. She had briskly walked through his front door without a care in the world. Pacing, walking give or take. But the male had edged her on; enough to where seeing his face again brought on memories. The memories that took her breath away. But also filled her with fury; stopping in her tracks the female had turned to face him. Lips pulled into a thin line now. A laugh emitted through her lips. Understanding he was scared, scared to die. Scared to not live up to how he saved us all years ago. It stung but I wasn’t prepared to give up on him. Stalking forward with a pointed finger aimed for his chest. “ That’s bullshit Stiles. You may be human; not capable of the amount of strength needed to survive. But you come through each time. Scott values your input; the plan making. And right he won’t say it but he needs you. Allison is in limo. He wants to save her; but something tells me he’s going to be reckless in his attempts. He needs you to keep him level headed.” 

Okay maybe her pep talk could use some work; definitely. But she had good intentions as her finger jabbed at his chest enough to let her eyes rake over his face. He had grown the hair out slightly, he had built some facial hair for sure; under his lips on his chin. He was still handsome. Brushing off that delayed thought Malia quickly took a step back retracting her finger from his chest. Exhaling a shaken breath she tilted her head down to the ground almost like she had gone into defeat mode; not that Malia believed for a second she’d be leaving this dorm without Stiles. Weather he was willing or she had to drag his ass out was well debatable. A slow smirk lifted to bare lips. “ If a gun is what you want I’m sure I can use my charm to get you one. Come back to Beacon hills with me. Scott needs you” Tight lip as I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as I echoed out my next statement. “ I need you..” As if I needed Stiles he broke my heart; but I hoped with the admission he might be more inclined to come; or I’d be dragging his as out the jury was out on that one.

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A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.

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Attitube; the girl knew how to get results. Malia knew it was impulsive, she was way out of her league here, yet comfort zone. She wasn’t familiar with the building nor did she know what to expect when her fist had banged on the door. Stiles could’ve ignored her he could’ve shut the door in her dace. We wore history, we wore the fragments of our wounds. The wounds of each other. 

Haunted of what ifs for years; what I could’ve done differently? If I had stopped him from leaving? Except at the time it wasn’t my responsibility to stop Stiles. But I was kinda proud of him for being part of the FBI not that i’d say the words to him. But point is I made the distance, I had drove out here in that deadbeat jeep. The vehicle was awful; but here I was I made the trip for Stiles. Definitely wanting to rip him a new one. But I had waited until he ripped the door open before I lowered my hand right back to my side. 

What could be said? I felt the tension almost instantly. I looked him over; he looked good. I felt the puddle of mush that formed in the bit of my stomach. Not the time to think about how my body reacts to him; we had torn history; one that I felt I never moved on from. 

Hearing his explanation; I had to laugh to myself. Malia didn’t wait for him to ask her inside; she strided right pass him. Shoes clicking against the floorboards as she came to a stop at his small kitchen area. Palm grasped hold of the counter as her glaze went directly to him. 

Furious; eyes blazing of her own. “ Yeah I know, you left all of us behind without a care. I kinda admire how easily it was for you to forget.” A dig; one she was careful to craft one that would go straight to the heart. She was hurt; and Malia always wondered if she meant anything to him at all. The FBI was a great opportunity but the bonds we made; the family Stiles taught her to make through the bond we had. I trusted because of him. I learned not to leave our crew behind even when I had to fight the impulse to. He changed; did he stop caring as if it was some switch? 

Echoing a sarcastic laugh. She didn’t want to give him the power; nor was she giving him a choice. “ Your pack needs you. You taught me we don’t leave people behind, although you fell short on that one. Pack a bag and we’re leaving.” Nails tapped against the countertop for a second before narrowed eyes fell on him. “ Go on, you have 2 minutes before I drag you out of here.” 

Testing; as if Stiles knew how wined up Malia could get; not that she was playing a game here.

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A place you once called home. For me it was a person. The one boy I had believed saw me, and loved me for who I was. I was far from perfect or normal. Considering I had killed my family when I was a wolf. I had flaws, I had the pressure of wanting to show remorse, I wanted to make amends for myself. Once I found out I was no other than Peter Hale’s daughter I felt the ground beneath me shatter. I felt like the walls were closing in. I was ashamed because I heard the stories he was seen as a monster. He was a killer by nature. And the last thing I ever wanted to do was be like him. I cared about people. Especially Stiles; he was the first boy I ever loved; he made me feel special and safe. For awhile it was a part of my life I wanted to hold onto. Until it was the part I wanted to erase. 

It wasn’t his fault or mine. We bonded on honesty; we had always turned to each other. Until I was no longer the girl he wanted at his side. It happened fast and all at once. It was a pain I had buried so deep I pretended it never existed. I had kept my distance, of course I helped out his dad at the station which meant I had a peace of him with me. I wanted to help, I knew I had the strength to make a difference when it counted. So I tried, but the impulse i had to travel miles at a time to get Stiles was called insanity. It had been years since we spoke one word to each other. Since we had even remotely wanted to talk. Did I miss him? Yeah not that I’d ever admit it. But he was someone I deeply loved; Someone I wanted to try to make amends with; or in our case face the music of that awkward conversation. My visit wasn’t about me. It was about him. He was the missing piece; Scott was on a death mission to save his true love from limbo; it made you think. 

So here I was; at the outside of his deep. Hands curled into fist; as I knocked on the door. I could only imagine the shock that Stiles felt when he heard my voice. I knew him; and I knew his clumsy self; when it surprising when I heard the wood knocking to the floor from behind this door. No absolutely not. 

I had to hold the laugh that dared to fall; instead I had kept knocking. Did I care if I woke up his stupid neighbors? No. I was a girl on a mission. This impossible mission of saving Allison from herself felt incomplete without him. So I was going against my own rules to forget him; to forget us. Sucking in a exhaled breath as I heard the locks of his door; which led to his reveal. The door edging open. I had to let my eyes rake over his frame, he was handsome, the short brunette locks, the FBi look good on him. If I wanted to tease him I could’ve but I had more pressing matters on my mind. 

“ Took you long enough, as for your neighbors do you think I care if I woke them up? No. Why didn’t you come to Beacon Hills when Scott called? I thought you’d never turn your back on him. “ Defiant in her voice as she pushed pass the male entering his apartment.