scott mccall

Scott doesn’t care about power. He cares about people.

Damien Echols, from Life After Death (via violentwavesofemotion)

Melissa and Malia : kind of Mother/Daughter relationship.

I know that I can’t be the mom that says ‘I don’t want you to do anything about this.’ Cause you’re always going to be involved, because not only do you have the power to do something, you care enough to do it. So all you really need is to ask yourself, ‘What am I going to do?’

It slowly starting filtering in that Malia was trying to help. Even as she aimed for calm, he could make out the concern in her eyes. Scott knew she wasn’t against him. He should never make her feel like she was. He trusted her. Without thought, they inhaled and exhaled in unison. Inhaled and exhaled. Breathing was no longer a struggle, yet he didn’t pull his eyes away from hers. Thoughts of the pain and suffering they’ve been through, the pain and suffering that was sure to come, receded to the back of his mind. Scott didn’t expect it to stay there for long, but he more than welcomed this brief...solace, he found unexpectedly in Malia. A feeling he couldn’t quite place spread throughout his being as he looked at his friend. Before it could settle, he took a small step back allowing some space between them, though not enough to break the contact she made at his side. His eyes glanced to the far side of his room. “We should go find them. And I don’t think we should go looking for them alone.” That was what they should be focusing on right now. 

Trusted Theo. Those were Scott’s words. Her feelings and connections for Theo were past tense. They had to be. There was a feeling that both Theo and Scott were having her make a choice. Her eyes dropped to her feet, as she stood in Scott’s room. She had made her decision and Theo was not to be trusted. From what she gathered, Lydia was missing, Scott hadn’t talked to Stiles since the fight, meaning Stiles could very well be hurt or missing thinking Scott would always hate him. She could only assume it was concerning Donovan, something she had put together. Hayden was dead and Liam was probably a wreck. A jumble of useless sentences formed in her mind at the same time that her fingers curled in anger. Someone had to pay, she had to do something and she had no clue what. Her eyes had dropped from Scott’s and it took her awhile to notice. “What do we…” she started to say, “what does this mean?” It was stupid and didn’t come close to articulating how she felt. “Scott, Theo did this. He put us all against each other. We need to find Lydia and Stiles. We need to…” she trailed off. What could they even do for Liam, but be there? She groaned, hating feeling like they were losing again and again.

“Theo did this and I let him. Stiles was right. He was-” a harsh breath passed his lips. “How could I not have seen any of it?” Because he wanted to see the best in people as opposed to Stiles who assumed the worst. A few weeks ago, there was a shift with everyone. He had noticed it and didn’t do anything about it. Instead of talking to each other, or at least trying to, it was allowed to manifest into this. “There’s something out there. Something really bad that trashed the school and there’s no telling what it can do with the super moon.” If the scene at the school was any indication, whatever was now in Beacon Hills didn’t need to do much to cause a lot of damage. “If Theo took Lydia to the Dread Doctors, there’s no way we can find her.” His chested heaved. “Liam might-” need help, was what he tried to make out before his chest started constricting. A hand reached out to brace against the nearest wall. Ragged breaths as he tried to breathe wasn’t far behind. His inhaler was somewhere in his room, but he couldn’t be sure Theo hadn’t managed to lace that one with wolfsbane either. 

I bury my face in the crook of your neck and tell myself this is nothing. You slide your hand up into my hair, tip my head back and kiss my forehead. I close my eyes. I still tell myself this is nothing. Your arms settle around my waist and grip lightly. We breathe into one another. Is this still nothing? I let you kiss me and it’s so chaste I feel like we’re 13. You run a finger down the side of my face, let it linger at the edge of my jaw, let it drop down to my pulse point. It’s steady and strong. My heart isn’t tripping over for you. A warm feeling spills over in my gut. This isn’t nothing.

Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl, Beautiful Chaos

You two. Not so much.

“Where is he?” Malia asked before she could stop herself. She didn’t trust Theo, not entirely. His promise of doing, of providing to her what Scott morally never could was tempting. It truly was. But never would she leave Scott. Not now and not like this. “Where is everyone else?” She added quickly, assuring her loyalties. “Are you going to tell me you’re okay even if you’re not?” Malia added the last statement again without thinking. It was so common Scott asking everyone else if they were okay. But who would ask him…She felt her pacing peter out, finding herself in front of Scott. “Are you okay?”

“He’s a werewolf and a coyote. He said that’s why you trusted him the way you did.” Scott looked at her, showing some of his concern. “If you run into Theo, you need to be careful.” Malia being able to handle herself wasn’t an issue. Them underestimating Theo so severely was. “I don’t know where he is. I don’t know where anyone is. He had Lydia’s phone so he must’ve done something to her. I haven’t talked to Stiles since...” His eyes fell for a moment before meeting hers again. “Hayden died and Liam didn’t handle that very well.”

First things first, she knew she needed to find Scott. A hollowness built in the bottom of her stomach, cold, something like a signal that Scott wasn’t okay. She couldn’t explain it really. Malia had gone from the animal-driven survivalist, the girl who had her own back and no one else’s, fighting everyday to survive, to this….To a member of a Pack? It wasn’t just her in the world and right now, Scott was her number one concern. Taking the last step up his driveway, she knocked. She could hear two heartbeats, one fast one slow. Similar scents, as if related. Scott and Melissa were home.

They both exchanged looks, neither expecting anyone. The scent he picked up was familiar and he was moving before he even realized. Opening the door, Scott didn’t feel the need to pretend like he was fine the way he was just doing with his mom. Malia would’ve easily sensed that he was lying anyway. It took a second to realize she was worried about something too. Moving aside to let her in, he closed the door behind her and was slow to meet her gaze again. "Theo isn’t who we thought he was,” he started, figuring it was better than opening with the fact that he was dead over an hour ago. Approaching Malia carefully wasn’t intentional, but he couldn’t be sure Theo hadn’t gotten to her already. “He’s a chimera. He said he was the first one.”