#villianmade

it's been weird , even malia has a hard time ignoring that ... she'd taken a bullet for scott , metaphorically ( not the weird part ) and then ... cuddled up to him in his bed after the fact ( definitely the weird part ... ) malia isn't exactly avoiding him , per say , she's just ... trying to get her shit in order. is she even allowed to have feelings for her alpha ?? she's never had an alpha before scott , she's not exactly up on the rules , but it feels like crossing some sort of a line. but malia can't really put her finger on why. when she reaches for it , the reasoning slithers away. so she hasn't stepped into the clinic for a bit , which also feels strange. malia liked dropping in , liked bringing scott lunch and making sure he took time to eat it. she liked wandering around in the back , finding whatever animal needed a bit more love that particular day and then dishing it out. she liked being anywhere that scott was --- and that thought gets slam dunked back into her subconscious.

when she comes in this time , however , she actually uses the front door for a change. and she's not alone , her dog , apollo happily trots along on his leash , one end securely wrapped around malia's wrist. ' hey , ' she greets once scott's head pokes around the corner. ' I have an appointment ... doofus here needs his rabies shot ... '

jake's not entirely sure what had landed him in this weird ass situation ... maybe it was the cross - country move that had suddenly felt so necessary , maybe this is what he gets for being a good person and offering to take oona for a vet check - up so that his reclusive friends can continue to avoid human contact. maybe it goes back even further , to that faithful night at hackett's quarry , a terrible decision that had culminated in a terror - filled fight for his and his friend's lives and a bite that had changed everything. it's effect lingers , turning his full moon nights into something out of a low - budget horror movie --- god , he hates horror --- he's dangerous , and that's bad enough without this dude who can't be any older than him pressing him about whether anything strange had ever happened to him.

jake honestly can't fully wrap his head around the fact that he's working here , seemingly unsupervised at the moment. his features scrunch arms folded over his chest. ' I'm just here for oona's rabies vaccination , man ... ' even as he says it , jake gets the impression that scott can see right through him. like he had I'm a werewolf stamped on his forehead or something. he waits another breath , two ... then ; ' strange like what , exactly ?? '

a room full of people is still pretty much the last thing isaac expects to see upon entering derek's flat. his jaw slackens , the prevailing thought ; derek is going to be pissed ... maybe he has unrealistic expectations surrounding parties , it's not like he's been to a whole lot of them , but he certainly hadn't been expecting ... all of this ... ' I feel sorta underdressed ... ' he comments , aiming for nonchalance as he raises his voice to be heard over the pounding of the music. stepping into the party properly , blue eyes scan over the crowd somewhat nervously , fingers of his right hand itching to reach for hers but managing to hold out for the time being. ' are halloween parties normally this crazy ?? '

the look on his face reads as clearly as if he'd spoken aloud ; oh really ?? brows raised towards brown curls as his head cocks slightly , almost laughably dog - like. his eyes narrow ever so slightly in concentration , confirming exactly what he'd thought he'd heard mere moments ago. ' your dad's home ... or will be. ' isaac starts a silent countdown on his hand ; five , four , three , two , one ... and the familiar sound of a car door opening and closing , audible to both sets of ears. it's almost strange , the fact that chris argent's return doesn't send him scurrying , not like his own father's had. impressive , even , considering the man's former career choice ... but isaac has found himself to be oddly ... comfortable in the argent household these past few months. so comfortable , in fact , that he drops down beside allison on her bed , squinting at the latin text that's laid before her. it's all greek to him , nothing about becoming a werewolf had granted him the ability to understand that language of unintelligible squiggles , yet , he's been here for hours. trying to help in some small way , flipping through pictures and sending snippets out to the brain trust if the situation warranted it. and his eyes are burning , isaac can't imagine that allison is faring much better.

' I don't know how you do this ... ' he murmurs , actively leaning back against her pillows now , eyes closed. ' I feel like my eyes are gonna fall out of my head. '

it's not the first time wally has found himself limping into the nurse's station , but after a game of flag football had gone slightly awry , he finds that he can barely put weight on his left leg. so , limp he shall , all the way back towards the lodge , his mom's voice nagging in his ear ; told you this was a waste of goddamn time , walter. now you're getting yourself hurt , putting your scholarship on the line ... wally can think of worse outcomes --- it's not like he really wants to play college football in the first place --- but without the athletic talent , without the scholarship , he doesn't have much hope at the whole higher education thing. it's not like his grades were anything spectacular , so he really should be taking it easy this summer , and yet ?? wally's having far too much fun to truly consider it. there's just something about taking the pressure out of it , something about the joy on the kid's faces that seems to change everything ...

unsurprisingly , he finds sam at the desk and tries hard to give her a sheepish smile. wally's pretty sure it comes off as more of a grimace , however , and he drops heavily into a chair. a relieved exhale blows from slightly parted lips , the pain doesn't vanish entirely but being able to sit has improved it drastically. ' hey ... ' he manages , a hand raising to wipe some sweat from his brow. ' I , uh ... might've pulled something ?? '

' right ... ' mike's skepticism shows clearly on his face , oozes into the drawn out word as he hovers ; trapped. rooted. his gaze flickers between the doors to the home theater ( still slightly ajar from his entrance ) to where jess sits , knees curled to her chest. there's warring impulses , one to turn on his heel and give that jackass a piece of his mind ... mike has never thought of himself as someone who was particularly confrontational , he much prefers to wash his hands of tricky situations or to let his charm do the heavy lifting if the trouble persists ( shit with emily being an obvious exception ) but that fucker --- the mere thought of how he'd spoken to jess is enough to make mike's blood boil. but there's a more immediate problem , one that takes priority ... he does start in the direction of the doors , but only to close and lock them before he crosses the space to where jess is still attempting to make herself small. let the washingtons deal with giving that fuck - knuckle the boot , it's their cabin , anyways ...

' 'course you do. ' this time , when mike speaks , he manages to force an air of levity into his voice as he drops into one of the theater seats right beside her. ' me too , all sunshine and rainbows , and shit ... ' he sinks lower , knees nearly touching the seat in front of him as his arms tuck behind his head.

it's pretty much the last place he'd expected to be on new year's eve , casually loitering around in kaitlyn's brother's basement. but obviously some sort of sibling shenanigans were going on to drag kaitlyn out of the apartment --- and by extension , him --- mostly because kaitlyn barely cared about holidays before hackett's quarry , and she was even less likely to willingly engage with groups of people even if several were members of her own family. if things were normal , he'd be having a blast. jake's the polar opposite when it came to things like this , he loves thanksgiving / christmas / new year's ... he even loves valentine's day , despite the hate that particular holiday can acquire. but things aren't normal , they hadn't been normal in months ...

now , he's just as antsy as kaitlyn , maybe even more so ... compulsively , jake checks the time , wills the new year's eve countdown program to just ... speed it up. drop the ball early and we can all go home ... he's distracted enough that he doesn't immediately register that kaitlyn's trying to get his attention , it's not until she's basically snapping her fingers in his face that he blinks , coming back to reality. ' shit. my turn ?? ' he asks , turning back towards the pool table they're currently battling on.

it hadn't even been a choice ; him or allison ?? he's always gonna take that bullet for her , or , in this case , the electrical shock. then it's pain , nothingness. a vicious cycle of it for an indeterminate amount of time as his body struggles to heal , stuttering in a way it hasn't ever since he'd accepted the bite. when his eyes do finally snap open , bhis lue hues flick around an unfamiliar hospital room. he takes in the steady beep of the monitor and ... immediately detaches himself from it. isaac thinks nothing of it as it flatlines , already tugging at the IV in his arm when a frantic melissa runs in. ' hey , hey !! I'm good , sorry. I'm good ... ' he watches as the relief floods her face , and she steps over to turn off the monitor.

with melissa's help , breaking out of the hospital is a quick process. what takes longer is convincing her that she doesn't need to leave work to make sure he actually is fine. that he can get home on his own ( even though that's not where he's planning on heading ) but finally , he's carefully climbing up to allison's window and lightly tapping on the glass.