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"I hope you learned your lesson, Ash. Next time you will obey me and there won't be a problem between us." Brunski spoke with a sickly sweet smile on his face, making Ash cringe at his words.

The minute Brunski untied him from the uncomfortable leather that was tied around his wrists, he yanked his arms away from it as humanly as possible. Instinctly he crawled over to the wall and had his back against it, the coldness of it forced a sighed out of him. He started rubbing his wrists absentmindedly, it was always at its worst when Brunski had to tie him down on his bad. The cruelty of this man was a known fact for anyone in the facility, Ash was pretty sure that he enjoyed seeing people in pain. His red wrists were a good example of what the man was capable of.

Ash kept his lips pressed in to thin line as he waited for Brunski to left the room. The man was openly enjoying the discomfort of the young boy as he stared at him in a mocking state, snickering at the fear he saw in Ash's eyes. At moments like that he screwed his eyes shot and tried to think about the people he wrote about on daily basis. It was pathetic, comical even, to gain courage by thinking 'what would Scott Mccall do in this situation?'.

Even as someone who had lost his connection to a functioning society, he could tell he was being lame.

On another note, he was still scared of Brunski and all the other little details about Eichen House that kept him aweke at night. That didn't mean he hadn't gotten used to all the torment of it by now. It was almost funny how he adjusted so effortlessly. Before Malia, the punishments were a part of his routine. Simply, Ash was terrible at lying and he got caught with a pen and paper every freaking time. And every time that happened, his night resulted with him screaming at the top of lungs not to be tied down or not to swallow that pill.

After Malia however, things had been easier. It was a shame, really, how a girl who had spent most of her life as a coyote was better at lying and interacting with other humans.

And now, it had been just a total of three days without talking to Malia and Ash was unbelievably close to caving and forgiving the girl already. In his mind and heart, he had already did, Ash was not a person to hold gratitude. For example, he had forgave his parents for sending him here, deep down he knew they only wanted to see him okay and normal. Ash knew he was neither one of them, it must have made his parents very sad.

Being forgiving didn't equal to the fact that he wanted Malia to see her own mistake by herself. Stiles would be here soon, he could feel it, he knew it.

With that thought in mind, his day seemed brighter. Kicking the mattress away, he flung his legs down the bed and yawned with a small smile on his face, a sleepless night was long forgotten. Quickly putting an oversized sweater, Ash left his room while feeling refreshed.

Since he already wrote about Stiles checking in to the Eichen House, it shouldn't have to take long before Ash wrote the part where Malia will meet with him as well.

With this thoughts lingering inside his mind, he made his way towards the sweet girl that he talks occasionally. No offence to the Jesus' but their small talks were usually a bit dry after some point. But Ash found Meredith particularly interesting and always hoped to be writing about her someday, which seemed pretty unlikely because she was stuck in there as well.

"Good morning Meredith!" Ash exclaimed and sat next to the curly haired girl.

It wasn't such a surprised when she was irked with his presence, he made a mental note about not being too loud and cheery while approaching her - but he knew it very well that he tends to fail at that. Thankfully, a small smile appeared on her face as the recognition downed on her, she slightly tilted her head and looked him in the eye with her honey colored ones. She seemed rather content having him there.

"Hi, Ash." Then she checked the area carefully, it was as if she wanted to understand if a third person was listening in to their conversation. Leaning in a little, she spoke quietly. "One of your friends is here."

Ash's brows rose in confusion. "Malia? I can't see her, actually." Forcing his mind to find someone he calls as a friend other than the werecoyote but his mind was completely blank. There was this Oliver boy whom was his old roommate before he started causing trouble, he weren't anywhere near either.

"No, silly. The boy. He's one of them. You know them." Feeling a shiver down his spine Ash leaned back, could she really be talking about Stiles?

Ash was about to place his hands on her shoulder but thankfully this time he was able to stop himself from doing anything that would make her feel uncomfortable. Instead he spoke like he was sharing a secret. "You know him too?"

If she actually knew anything, the best way was to go with.

"The voices told me. And I want to help, I really do... Sometimes they don't let me." Her tone was flat and it actually made her speech a bit scary for Ash. He knew what it felt to be living with voices in your head. "You should know that, better than me. You should've known when to interfere, you should know Ash."

"Nor sure if I'm with you on this-" He started as questions rose inside his head but shut his mouth the moment he realized Meredith looked like she was listening to someone else, not him.

"I am sorry, they are calling me. Gotta get that phone."

Ash nodded and smiled briefly as she practically ran to the phone, he didn't interfere and remind her that when someone commits suicide, they close the line for twenty four hours. Plus, it was unlikely to need an actual phone to talk with the voices in your head anyway.

As he was watched the curly haired girl blending in to the crowd, his eyes landed on a familiar face. Malia speed up when her eyes met his, it was too late for out running her now.

"I pick pocketed this notebook from Brunski which was a pretty hard thing to do, I might add. Also I traded one of my bobby pins with Maria in exchange of this blue berry flavored lollipop which is your favorite color. Can you please talk to me again?"

Malia grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him to a rather secure corner, handing him the items she was holding. Ash was actually impressed by the amount of struggle she went through for his forgiveness. Despite the fact that he was smiling in the inside, Ash didn't make any move to receive those stuff Malia had brought. "I don't want you to bribe me."

"Okay, I am a bit rusty about this whole being a human thing, help me out?" Malia raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes, making Ash smile at her with fondness.

Rolling his eyes he started to explain. "First off all, you need to make me believe that you are actually sorry. Let's try."

Malia grunted and shifted her weight between her feet. A small chatter was echoing through the halls as people passed them one by one. Finally looking down at her hands, Malia started talking. "I shouldn't have said what I said, okay? I am sorry for upsetting you... I guess you are my friend, only friend." Exhaling a deep breath Malia raised her chin and met with his gaze, waiting for a reaction. "Did I do good?"

"You did well." Ash chuckled and brought her in to tight hug. "You have to promise hugging me back, every time."

Malia loosely wrapped her arms around the smaller boy while groaning a little, her lips curving in to a small smile was saying otherwise. "Once a week."

"Once a day."

"Deal." Malia mumbled and Ash let her go, smiling brightly.

"And I am keeping your presents, thank you." With a quick movement he snatched the lollipop from her hand and took the small notebook out of her pocket to put in his.

Both of the teens seemed to be relieved. Even though Ash didn't actually know this fact, Malia needed him in a way he needed the girl. In a place like this, finding a friend was very unlikely -maybe near to impossible.

"For the records, I forgave you for your effort, you need to work on something else."

Malia crossed her arms over her chest, wrinkling her nose in confusion. "And what is that?"

Ash smiled but he had a bitter look in his eyes. "When you said sorry, you were sorry for making me upset. Not actually because you regret what you said." Malia struggled to find the right words, in return Ash waved her off. "It's okay, I already forgave you. You can tell me the truth."

Malia tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and looked kind of unsettling before speaking. "Ash... It's not whether I believe you or not. It just doesn't matter for me! I love hearing those stories and that's it. Plus it's been 3 days and I see no Stiles."

Narrowing his eyes Ash smacked her arm playfully. "Second, be honest but also have a filter." His futures got darker all of a sudden as the realization dawned on him.

He hadn't got an idea to write for over twenty four hours and it was unusually long. Some days he would have an urge to write about a simple scene, where the members of the McCall pack do ordinary stuff. Some days wouldn't be as kind as those calm days, it would be more than just a simple urge - an idea popping in his head- sometimes he would need to write everything that comes rushing to his mind. There was no way of stopping him when he felt like that.

Surely, he had his odd moments with those sudden inspirations (as he likes to refer) such as, completely losing the measurement of time while writing, spending long period of times without even resting, starving himself until it was dangerous. But never, not even once, he had gone without writing over twenty four hours. It had been twenty six.

"Are you okay?"

Malia's voice brought him back, her voice didn't sound all that concerned but her light brown eyes showed the tenderness. He tried to manage a smile but he probably looked like he was eating a lemon. (He was a terrible liar to the point of not even getting out a forced smile).

"Yeah... It's just - weird. I should've written the part where we meet. We can finally play Monopoly at playing hours because honestly, there is no fun with only two people willing to play and when one of those said people knows zero stuff about finance, that person is you by the way-"

"Ash-" Malia tired to cut in but Ash was on a roll about how he was unable to play table games for so long.

"I mean, I used to have tactics and all-" Malia tapped his shoulders lightly as her eyes fixed on something over his shoulder. "One time I won and dad had to order pizza because I love pizza. You already knew that. Why did I tell it again?"

"Ash freaking Mallory!" Malia growled, she seemed to be highly annoyed.

"What, Malia? I am trying to tell a stor- oh." He finally stopped when Malia cupped his cheeks and made him look over his shoulders.

Ash's bright blue eyes widened in shock and made him look like a cartoon character with his mouth wide open. For a moment, his breath hitch in his throat, heart started racing as he kept openly starring at the boy as if he was trying to carve his features in to his mind.

Stiles Stilinski was standing in the flesh, wearing and old baggy shirt, with his messy brown hair on top of his head, with his hazel's eyes staring back at him with questions in them, with his perfectly shaped nose wrinkled in confusion, with his pink lips curled in to an awkward smile.

He was real and he was standing right next to him.

For a brief second, Ash actually considered either hugging or slapping him to make sure he was actually here. He quickly eliminated that option, what if Stiles was actually here which means he would make himself look like a fool.

This though made him realize he was rather looking pretty odd, as if Stiles' wanted to prove how awkward Ash was being, he raised an eyebrow for a brief second. Ash's cheeks heated up with blood rushing towards his face and he looked away. He had a fairly pale skin which equaled a crimson red face in a daily basis.

"Malia? Hey. It's Stiles." Stiles approached the overly shocked duo, talking softly as if he was trying to communicate with a little kid. "Do you remember me? I'm friends with Scott."

Oh , boy. Stiles had no idea but when Malia kept on a blank expression while staring without blinking her eyes, that meant something bad was about to happen. "Remember? We were the ones who helped you out with-"

...And she punched him, right across the face.

Everything was happening so fast. The next minute, Stiles was lying on the groaned while letting out a pained groaned, Malia was growling and trying to probably tear him apart while Ash tried to hold the werecoyote back by hugging her as tight as he can. (Thus, he didn't stand a chance since he was a bag of bones and she was probably made of steel.)

"I hope you didn't break his nose. He has a great nose!" This time Malia snickered at him with annoyance, she would've probably rolled her eyes if she wasn't too busy with trying to kick Stiles' ass.

"Hey, Malia!" Brunski and one of the other nurses rushed towards to incident and they grabbed Malia, dragging the furious girl away from Stiles.

"No! Let her go." Ash trashed around to grab Brunski's arm but he failed. There were a crowd gathering now and no one was budging to make way for Ash.

"What the hell? She hit me!" Someone else was trying to get Stiles stand on his feet as the boy struggled to yank his arms at be free.

"A few more like this, Malia, and you're headed to the closed unit."

"Okay, Wait, wait, wait. Stop. I didn't doing anything." Stiles pleaded again but as usual, nobody cared.

"Enough! Enough." Ms. Morrell's voice echoed through the halls, it was powerful enough for even Brunski and his crew to back out.

People were talking loudly, arguing right next to him, Ash's head hurt and it was just too damn loud. He couldn't breathe properly, he couldn't organize his thoughts to safe his life. So he screwed his eye shut. Think like Lydia, don't think how lame is to try to get into character, do not think how close Stiles Stilinski is standing, you do not have a crush or anything. Breathe evenly.

His life had altered into a new level of weird as the realization downed on him almost comically. He couldn't even believe he had been walking around a fucking elephant in the room for awhile now.

For the first time in long one, something thatinvolved the McCall pack was a complete surprise to Ash. Because he hadn't wrote this scene yet.

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