Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

10. THINKING

Malia

School. Best place to sleep. Bed. Best place to eat. Shower. Best place to think. Peter? Best thing to think about right now.

He was her father. Bah. He was so not. She felt bad, to be the result of a few reckless nights.

She was an orphan, with no family that loves her. No, that's not true, she reminded herself, You did had the Tate family.

And she lost them too. Kind of. Her dad told her she could come back any time she likes, since she was running away all the time. Oh god. He must be worried sick now. But every look at his eyes was torturing. For both. She wasn't ready to face him yet.

  Well, Stiles loved her. And now he didn't, either. Nobody loved her.

  She was fine with that. Yeah, totally fine. She killed part of the only family she had. Her real parents want to kill her. She recently broke up with her boyfriend. Nobody cares. Totally fine.

  Godamnit! She wasn't fine. Of course she wasn't. She always played it all tough, and she was tough. But she couldn't take the fact nobody on this Earth cared.

  Okay, Stiles did save her. He cared. Scott probably cared. Lydia was her friend, too. But nobody really loved her.

  And who could! She was so selfish. Lydia was in a coma, and all she could think about was herself.

  She was still angry about Stiles saving her. He thought he did something good. But he didn't know he interupted them.

"Stop it!" she screamed.

And Peter did. "And why?"

She felt desperate in that cold night where no one understood what she felt. "Because I don't want to kill you! And I don't think you want to kill me."

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You want to erase the fact that I was even born", she cried, trying to be louder than the wind. "But you can't. I'm here. And it's your fault!" she threw those words into his face, and for the first time ever, maybe, he looked hurt.

"Malia", he began.

And then Stiles crashed into them wih his Jeep.

  She checked the time on her waterproof watch. Half past eight. That means she's been in the shower for... an hour. An hour? She was probably close to spare all the hot water. But it just felt so good.

  She turned the water off and dressed herself in a towel Scott said she could use. Her glare fell on her clothes. Her white oversized top was quite dirty, muddy and just a regular shirt after a few weeks in the woods with no shower. Shorts - same. But somehow she doubted Scott had any girl clothes, so she just sighed and wore it.

  Fresh and clean, she climbed upstairs into Scott's room.

  "How's Lydia?" she wondered.

  Nobody answered her. They were all gathered around the banshee's bed, silently grieving.

  "Yuuuhuuuu! How's Lydia?" she asked again.

  "She's clinically dead", Melissa answered.

  "She's what?!" Malia cried, pretty sure she heard wrong.

  "Clinically dead. That means she has no pulse, nor she's breathing-"

  "Then how do you know she's not really, non-clinically dead? What does clinically even mean?"

  "Her eyes react", Scott's mom simply said. Stiles and Scott remained silent.

  "What-" Malia was interrupted by buzzing of a phone Malia recognized to be Lydia's. Stiles took it.

  "It's her mom!" he yelled.

  "Answer!" everybody shouted at the same time.

  And Stiles did. "Hey, mrs. Martin? ...  Hi, this is Stiles. ... Yes, she's here. ... Um, you want to talk to her ... yes, well... she just wanted to call you ... to tell you she'll stay here for a sleepover. We're studying. ... Um, science - yes, science. ... Right now she's taking a shower. ... She... she'll borrow her clothes from Malia. ... Yes, she's here, too. ... Yes, we're all here. Except for Liam, he's in Frisco with Hayden ... It's friday, we don't have school tomorrow ... Okay, we won't. ... Yes, okay. ... Yes, good night you too. ... Yes, bye! ... Oh, okay, yes. ... Bye!" he ended the call.

  "That was a lot of yes and okay", Malia noticed.

  "Yes, okay", he placed the phone back on the nightshade.

  "What are you guys up to?" she tried to find out again. Nobody answered her.

  "Why didn't you tell her the truth?" Scott asked Stiles.

  "What truth!" Malia yelled. "What's going on with Lydia?" Everybody ignored her. Again.

  "No way we could tell her what happened!" Melissa cried. "Poor woman, she doesn't need more needless worries - I mean, it's not needless, just... she wouldn't understand, she'd panic and-"

  "Understand what?" Malia asked again. And again, nobody answered her.

  "Yes, mom, we get it", Scott said. He didn't seemed pleased. "But I still think we should have told her."

  "It's over now, isn't it? Whatever it is", Malia said. "All said and done, right?"

  Scott rolled his eyes. Melissa nodded. "I'll leave you kids alone. Hey, Stiles, I'm gonna call your dad to tell him where you are. He must be worried sick. And as for you, Malia-" she stopped, blushing.

  "Yeah, you're free to call Peter", Malia shrugged. There it was again, she had no family.

  Melissa was trying to find words. Stiles changed the subject: "Who else is hungry?"

  "I'm gonna order pizza!" Melissa disappeared.

  "I want the one with tuna!" Malia yelled after her. "Haven't eat fish in ages", she explained.

  They all turned their attention back to Lydia. "Can somebody tell why is no one worried and calling the ambulance?" Malia was glaring at them. "Isn't she clinicly dead?"

  "Clinically", Stiles replied.

  "Don't care", she pissed him off. "So? What's going on?" she saw the look on their faces. "Please don't tell me this has something to do with the whole Banshee-bibidi-bobidi-voodoo stuff."

  "It does", Scott said. "This state she's currently in, it's natural, for a banshee."

  "Oh, now it all makes sense!" she said, practically exploding from sarcasm.

  "We don't really understand it, either. Meredith said only-"

  "Meredith? You mean the normal Meredith? Oh, wait, we don't know any normal Meredith. So you must be talking about the totally crazy and psychotic one."

  "That's the one."

  "You telling me you have trusted her Lydia's life?"

  "Exactly", Scott nodded.

  "You are more of a psycho than she is!" Malia cried.

  "I am not!"

  "Hell yes you are! You don't care!"

  "Of course I do!"

  "Hey, enough you two!" Stiles separated them. "This is not a good sleepover!"

  "Okay, I'll bake popcorns and you find the movie", Malia growled.

  "Okay", Scott snarled.

  "Great idea!" Stiles said. "I say we watch The Notebook. It's Lydia's favourite. Did you know in the whole movie there is not a single notebook? Well, whatever. Or, we can watch Star Wars! The New Hope! The fourth part that was actually filmed first. We can watch them both. And I need you to give me a pinky promise - no more fighting!"

  Malia growled in response.