Lost and Found ❁ Malia Tate [2]

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Sourwolf And Brotherly Love

"You heard from Mara today?" Stiles tapped nervously on the steering wheel, glancing at Carter in the passenger seat.

"Nope." She sighed, her face twisted into a grimace as she rubbed the skin underneath one of the straps on her sling. "She went kinda MIA last night."

"When are you getting that thing off, anyways?" He asked as he pulled into the drive way, shutting off the engine.

"A week and a half, maybe two?" Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, unlocking the door and sliding out.

"Good, you can finally start cleaning." Stiles ducked when she moved to smack him upside the head, her fingertips barely missing him as he walked through the door.

"Yeah, yeah. As soon as this sling comes off, I swear I'm gonna-" Her words were cut off by a hand crushing her windpipe, the girl being shoved against the wall. Carter winced, her voice coming out hoarse. "Hey, Hale."

"Whoa, Derek." Stiles waved his arms around, eyes wide. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Do you realize you have a trained hunter living in your home?" Derek grit his teeth together, narrowing his eyes at her. "One who shot me and Cora?"

"If we're going to specifics," She whispered, her free hand pulling on his arm. "I only tazered you."

"Your family almost killed me." He hissed, adding a little more pressure. "I didn't recover for days. Why shouldn't I kill you?"

"Because you kill her, I'll kill you."

"Malia, stay out of this, you have no idea what she's capable of, she's not really your friend."

"I know she's not." Malia spoke calmly, but her hands were curling into fists. "She's alot more than that, trust me."

Derek straightened up when he was hit with Malia's chemo signals, pulling his hand away so he could turn and stare at her.

Carter collapsed to her knees and gasped for breath, rubbing her throat that was already starting to bruise.

"She's a killer." Derek growled, not breaking eye contact as Stiles went to help his friend up.

"So were we, at one point." Malia countered, staring at him with a stony gaze. "Which is probably why you were even touched by her family."

"You honestly don't think that one day she's going to slit your throat while you're sleep-"

"Hey, Derek?" Stiles spoke up, gaining the two Hales' attention. "Apologize, or get out of my house."

"You're kidding, right?" Stiles just blinked once at Derek, his expression never changing. "That girl is dangerous."

"This girl is named Carter, and she's one of the closest things I've ever had to a sister, so either apologize, or get out."

"I warned you, alright?" Derek snapped, turning on his heel and storming out  leaving them in silence.

"Stiles?" Carter spoke, her voice hoarse as he looked down at her. A grin made its way onto her face, the girl trying to hold back her laughter. "You practically just called me your sister."

"No I didn't." He scoffed, standing up and crossing his arms. Carter and Malia just stared at him, the smiles never leaving their faces. "You know what, I'm gonna go upstairs."

"Bye, brother."

"Carter shut the hell up!"