When she first came back, that day when Scott roared her back to a human and the Stilinski family drove her to her once upon a time home, there was this weird déjà vu that Malia experienced. It was weird because she knew this place to be home, knew this is where what remained of her family lived, knew this is where she grew up, but at the same time it felt like an entirely new, foreign place. Though this was home, it hadn't been home for years.
She walked through the rooms and the halls and looked at all the family photos Henry still had up and laid in her sister's bed and then her mothers, just so that she could be close to them one last time.
Henry walked with her. After eight years, he wasn't letting her out of his sight. He watched with careful eyes as she remembered and relived her childhood. He was happy, overjoyed to see her, and Malia herself hadn't quite gotten over the fact that was with him once again. But the joy of seeing her adoptive father was short lived when she remembered that she was the reason he had been alone all these years.
After the reunion with Henry, after trying to explain where she had been all this time and what happened that night, Malia cried herself to sleep in her old bed and dreamed of tall trees with green leaves that were illuminated by the sun and of crunching earth that made a noise every time she took a new step.
And she's done this, cry and dream, again and again, every night since.
Has she told anyone?
No.
You can't explain missing a home that was never supposed to be home in the first place, and you definitely can't explain the guilt that comes with it.
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Phoenix || Malia Tate
FanfictionShe struggles with the human life, but it is not Stiles she confides in. It is a boy named Phoenix, who's eyes remind her a little too much of home.
