#maliasinstnct

Matt tapped his steering wheel. He stared at the red light above the road that refused to turn green. He didn't know why he was this impatient actually. It wasn't like Malia knew he was coming and it wasn't like there would be any harm done if he'd arrive a few minutes later. But somehow, somehow he had a bad feeling in his stomach about all of this.

Yeah, he had promised Malia to give her room and space, to take things slowly. He was already glad that she wasn't running away screaming and she kinda wanted to try this whole relationship thing, even though she wanted to make sure they wouldn't go too fast. But the last couple of weeks he had called several times and left a few messages and she hadn't answered. He wasn't sure if that was normal for Malia, but he was her boyfriend now, right? It was kinda weird to not hear anything from your girlfriend for weeks! 

When the light turned green he sped up and took the turn into the woods. He drove as far as he could and parked the car. A shiver rolled down his spine when he stepped out and he buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket. The woods never felt fully safe anymore, even though the city wasn't really safe either. 

He swallowed when he eventually stopped in front of her house. He didn't wanna be pushy. And he didn't wanna lose her. He was just worried. There was nothing wrong with being worried, right? He took another deep breath and then he knocked on the door. "Malia? Are you home?"

Scott: Hey I'm not feeling good, I'm going to head out early

Scott: Just so you know, don't wait for me after school

Derek was usually pretty good with keeping his emotions in check but right now?  It was all too much to bare. Cora had woken up not a few days ago and she was resting comfortably back at her place. He checked on her night and day but she also needed rest, still too weak from her time out. So naturally, Derek was on the fritz. His senses constantly wired. He had hardly slept in weeks now and was finding the whole sitting still thing a tad too difficult, which is why he was out behind his loft..dressed in his running slacks, having recently ditched the shirt for fear of heatstroke, bearing an axe as it swung through the air, cracking hard into the lump of wood in front of him. He found the act of slamming into things with sharp, heavy objects rather therapeutic and chopping wood just so happened to be a favourite past time of his...

Matt let his hands rest on his upper legs while he tried to calm down a little. When he looked over his shoulder he could say the flames brightening the dark sky. He wondered what would have happened if Scott and Stiles had not found him in time. He wondered what would have happened if he had not run into Chris. Maybe he would have been with his sister now. 

He shook his head and eventually, still out of breath, he straightened his back again. He knew that he had to get home, but he didn't wanna leave before he knew for sure that Malia was alright. "Malia?" He didn't know if she was here. Maybe she was already gone. "Malia?" He raised his voice and let his eyes wander over the crowd.

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Scott: What should I do?

It had been a couple weeks since the earth had shook and mother nature attacked the city of New Orleans. Most of the rubble had been cleaned from the streets and things had been put back into order. Life was starting to commence again, though not for everyone. While school had started back up, it wasn’t the same for everyone. People were missing from their halls, students weren’t returning to the homes they had been before, and huge pieces from their lives were missing in the worst way possible. For Scott, he was still worried about a slue of things. Allison still hadn’t woken up, neither had Cora, Lydia was missing her home, as were the Argents, and then there was Malia missing from school.

Scott, being the overly concerned friend that he was, started to ask around about Malia. Stiles, was who he found the most pertinent information, since he knew where she stayed when she wasn’t in school. Scott had been spending most of his time split between the hospital and the animal clinic when he wasn’t at school. However, this day he didn’t need to go to work and instead of heading straight for the hospital to wait with Derek or Allison, he decided he needed to go find Malia and see if she was okay. Maybe he could do some good there, talk her into coming back or at least check on her.

He approached the abandoned building with some caution, still not sure he was at the right place despite her scent being strong and Stiles reassuring him where the place was. Scott entered the building and looked around. “Malia?” He called out, moving in deeper towards an area that looked habitable, hoping she was around.

“It doesn’t fix anything!” Malia was all but yelling at him now…it seemed that the two could never quite find a middle ground. Their interactions more often than not resulting in a heated argument and one storming off in the opposite direction. They were so different, yet so alike. Malia was the outspoken, uncaring version of Derek. Saying the things he so wished he could, but was too afraid of the repercussions.

“I can disappear if I want too…” He murmured, his tone the polar opposite. Low and saddened, full of the regrets that plagued his life. He’d done it once before, disappeared…run off into the night in his wolf form vowing never to come back. But he did. He came back, and he found her. “But you’re right, it doesn’t fix anything.”

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