A/N- After much thought, I decided I will finish this story. Because who the hell cares if Malia and Stiles may have broken up, I love them together and I will finish this story. Maybe as almost a tribute to them, because they will always be the best ship on Teen Wolf no matter what anyone tells me. I hope you all enjoy :) Thanks for knocking some sense into me.Malia POV
Stiles was freaking out.
Running a hand through his hair he kept shaking his head.
"This is impossible, not Scott, not Scott." He muttered to himself as he clung onto his steering wheel, he seemed pale as a ghost make my stomach twist in sympathy.
"Lets go Stiles, we can help Scott." I say softly as he looks up at me.
"Malia I can't ask you to come with me, thats not fair." He says softly but I shake my head.
"I don't care Stiles I'm coming with you. You've done so much for me, this is the least I can do." I say softly, almost unsure of the words falling from my mouth. I had always grown up to be selfish, to only do what was best for me. But seeing Stiles broken face made me want to help him, for him I would help Scott.
Stiles nodded his head slowly before glancing back up at me, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Okay."
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We found Scott in an alleyway with someone clinging onto his chest, I assumed his girlfriend. Stiles ran up to his friend who looked like he was about to be sick, Scott looked up slowly as Stiles hugged him.
"What happened man." Stiles asked as Scott's girlfriend watched my carefully as I approached.
"Stiles I can hear sirens, we should take them somewhere else." I say softly as I placed a hand on his shoulder as Scott nodded his head. Quickly Stiles motioned for them to follow him to his jeep as we jogged down the alleyway.
"So thats him, your friend? The infamous Trickster?" I heard Scott's girlfriend hiss to Scott causing me to pause. I glanced quickly around to see Scott nod his head quickly, they seemed to be trying to whisper so Stiles and I couldn't hear. But when I looked at Stiles it seemed he had noticed as well, awe had been on the streets for to many years to not learn that having good hearing is key.
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We stopped in some forest, Stiles seemed to think it would be the safest place for now. On the way there I learned Scott's girlfriend's name was Kira and that she trusted Scott enough to follow him out hear. We also learned that Scott hadn't meant to kill the man, but he had come out of no where and it startled Scott.
He beat the man to death.
I glanced at Stiles when Scott had finished his story and he seemed to be oddly nervous. "It's fine man, I can help you." He told the man who sat in the back set with his girlfriend that seemed to be glaring at me. Well that was rude.
"We should be fine here tonight." Stiles said as he motioned for me to come over to him. "I don't know how long I'm going to have to watch Scott." He said softly under his breath. "They might have to tag along." He finished and I nodded my head and tried to give him a small smile.
"Just tell Kira to learn some manners." I say quietly and Stiles snorted before casting me a small smile.
Both Stiles and I sat down on the ground as he looked up to Scott who was leaning against the jeep with Kira beside him.
"You can sleep in the jeep if you want, Mal and I are fine out here." He says and I wasn't sure why Stiles saying my name as 'Mal' caused my stomach to do a full gymnastic routine.
"Okay man, but I think its locked. Can you unlock it please?" Scott asked as Stiles made a weird face but stood up and walked over to where Kira stood.
I saw it.
Kira hands slowly reaching behind her back to grab something and Scott grabbing Stiles wrist.
"Dude what the hel-" The sound of handcuffs locking caused me to jump up and Stiles eyes to darken. His eyes shoot to Kira as she stood up staring at Stiles with a smile across her face, and Scott backed away from his so called friend.
"Trickster or should I say Stiles. It's great to meet you." Kira hissed as I slowly began walking towards Stiles, my blood turning cold. Oh god, we had been tricked.
"Scott, after everything I did for you? This? This! Is how you repay me?" Stiles started. But Scott cut him off.
"You need help man. I need to help you." He said quietly looking up with puppy dog eyes.
"I'm not talking about this." Stiles laughed when he pulled at the handcuff that was locked on his door. "Why the hell would you date a cop? I thought you had better taste than that."
I was even confused as I stopped in my tracks and stared at Stiles in disbelief. Kira and Scott both looked at each other before she called for back up and Stiles pulled on his cuff. I heard a loud breaking noise and I watch as the door handle of the jeep come free and so did Stiles.
"Malia! Run!" He yelled breaking into a full sprint as I too broke into the woods. Ignoring the loud shouts coming form behind me and Kira calling for back up again. I ran faster than I had in a long time, making random turns I could only hope Stiles was keeping up as I dove into a ditch. Rolling down it I finally got to my feet again, feeling the cold wind whip harder against me causing me to shiver.
Suddenly hands grabbed onto my and covered my mouth before I could scream out.
"Shhhhh, it's me, it's me." I heard Stiles whisper into my ear as he held me close to his body. I glanced up the ditch we had both fallen into, the woods were high above as and by the look of the blood running down Stiles face he either had a hard fall. Or Scott had put up a fight.
I felt the coldness of Stiles handcuff on my hip, the door handle for his door still stuck on it.
"It's fine, they won't find us down here but stay quiet." He hissed in my ear but I felt my vision start to get blurry. I stumbled slightly and if weren't for Stiles tight grip on my waist I probably would've fallen.
"Stiles." I whisper before my vision fades to black.
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