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[The wedding had been lovely.

Not that she wouldn't expect it to be, considering how long it had been coming. Allison and Lydia's planning was perfect and she and Scott couldn't be happier, which is really the important thing. Add to the fact that Tyler had been an awesome date stand in, and the evening had gone a lot more smoothly than she expected.

(It still hurt, even though she'd been prepared. It still stung a little more sharply than she thought it would, seeing him with another girl, but for the most part she was keeping it together. She's always been good at that, burying her emotions where no one else could see them.

The funny thing is, he's always the one who managed to see through them.)

But Tyler's spending some time talking to Nadia and her mom, and she needs a little air, so she makes her way out to the patio near the dance floor, hanging out with her drink. Allison and Scott are dancing together like the rest of the world had fallen away and it was just the two of them there, just like always. They always were perfect together, always so sure of what they wanted, and she envied them for that.

Malia and Isaac too.

And now she's standing, alone, on the side of a dance floor at a wedding where she should be happier, but she's not. There's still that nagging feeling of something being missing. She just wishes she wasn't so sure of what it was.]

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[Her eyes narrow a bit as she turns to face him again.]

I'm not trying to be difficult. I'm just trying to stay out of your way.

[Since you clearly don't want her here. Not that she blames him, but what does he want her to do? She keeps her voice level, trying not to start a fight, but he's the one who came at her already on the defensive.]

You were here first, Cora. I was just trying to give you your space.

[yeah, that may have come out a bit meaner than he meant to.]

[Yeah, she notices, and her Hale defenses come up before she can stop them. Her chin comes up and she squares her jaw before taking another step back.]

And now I'm leaving first. So please. Take it.

[And with that, she's going to turn and go.]

[and he's going to just close his eyes, taking a deep breath and when she is gone from his sight, he makes and angry motion at the air and leans over a table, planting his hands on the surface and focusing on his breathing, trying to keep an anger related panic attack from taking over.

It was Scott who found him first, always in tune to his best friend and having excused himself from Allison to grab a bottle of water and rush outside to calm his friend back down, asking his wife to distract Suzanna a moment so that she wouldn't see her boyfriend like this over another woman.

Anyone with a wolf nose though would be able to smell the anxiety coming from the patio though, and knowing Stiles's scent signature on it.

Derek looked at his sister, as did Tyler, confused.]

[Cora's honestly not much better at the moment, but it's more sadness than anger. The kind that clenches at her chest so tightly that she can't breathe and she needs to be somewhere not around people. She's cutting through the reception hall, past the bar like she claimed she was going to, and straight back out the front door.

Malia watches it as it happens and she taps Tyler on the shoulder before pointing after her cousin.]

Go.

[Of all the people that should not be in the reception sans Cora by the time Stiles comes back in, it's Tyler. Which ... she doesn't even know what he's doing here. But she's guessing that he at least knows Cora well enough at this point that he can at least try and calm her down.]

I'll check on Stiles.

[Tyler nods, going to follow her out the door to see what he could do to calm his friend down. It's a good thing he can track by scent so it would be hard to hide from him]

Cora? Cora come on, it's just me.

[meanwhile, Stiles is getting his panic back under control, focusing on Scott's voice. It had been a long time since he'd had one of these, and it came on hard and fast and he was still shaking a bit. He looked at Scott, apology in his eyes and voice]

I thought I could do it. Sorry, man.

[She wanders over slowly, hanging back a bit at first. She's knows this isn't her place to get in the way, but this is all wrong. So much of this is wrong. Them being apart is wrong, and no one seemed to be backing her plan of beating them over the head with a club and locking them in a room until they fix it.

Never mind the fact that Stiles is supposed to be her friend and he avoids her every time he sees her. She's pissed at both of them, to be honest, but for right now she's just going to let Scott do his best friend thing and wait to be acknowledged.]

Don't worry about it, bro. What's a wedding without a bit of drama, right?

[Scott stood up, keeping a firm hand on Stiles' shoulder as he took a drink from the water. He looked up to see Malia standing there, and he offered a small apologetic smile]

Hey Malia. I'm fine, just...

[no, he can't lie. he's not fine, and he can't hide that from a Hale. He knows them too well. Even when sometimes he wished Scott had never been bitten all those years ago]

Yeah.

[She nods a bit in agreement, before moving to the table to sit across from him and look him in the eye.]

What happened?

[Direct and to the point. She wants to know what she's walking into, before she walks into it.]

I came out here to check my e-mails and she was here, and I went to leave so she could have her space since she was here first and she's just... stubborn.

[he shakes his head, running his hand through his hair]

She was always so stubborn.

Hale Family trait. Except this one came from her dad.

[Which. Grrr. She sighs heavily before leaning back in her seat a bit.]

I've given you the "Even though I love her dearly, my cousin is a stupid idiot" speech, right?

Yeah, you have. A couple of times.

[he's breathing normal again, the attack passed and he slumps back into the chair, exhausted]

But stupid or not, it was her choice. And it's too late to change things.

[She wants to scream at him that it's never too late. There have been millions upon millions of romances written that started just like this, and they all manage to end in happily ever after.

She wants to tell him to The Notebook this shit and get over himself but since Stiles is the hurt party, she can't really. She knows that the ball is in Cora's court.

God, this is a mess.

So she tries a different tack.]

We miss you, ya know. I know you want to keep the hell away from the pack, but ... eventually you guys are going to have to learn to deal with each other. You can't stay pissed as hell at her forever. It's not healthy.

[no, it's too late, Malia, because Stiles made a decision on his way to Beacon Hills and his mother's engagement is in his back pocket, waiting for the right moment tonight to ask Suzanna. But he's not going to reveal that just yet]

I miss you guys too. And it's not just her... Google keeps me pretty busy so it's hard to come home. You guys know you can come visit us thought, right?

[Us being him and Suzanna]

It's not the preserve, but we've got a nice sized house.

[he doesn't really want to talk about his feelings though regarding being angry at Cora. It was more complicated than that]

[No, don't tell her that, because her husband(-to-be?) will have to come and restrain her from saying things she really really shouldn't say. And she also doesn't really want to come and see Suzanna because from what she's seen of the woman, she can't really say she's a fan but ... fine.

If it gets her Stiles, then fine.]

Sure. I'll see when Isaac isn't working.

[totally husband to be. There's just going to be an extra long engagement since Isaac was waiting for this wedding to pass before starting his process of becoming a member of the pack.

But that aside, Stiles gives her a smile because he missed his friends a lot]

Good. Because I do miss you guys a lot.

[Okay then. Husband to be. Who she will probably be ranting at anyway but she'd do it when no one is watching. Poor, poor Isaac.]

We miss you too. And I want you at my stupid wedding.

I'll be there for it. And I want you at mine.

[nope, oops, that slipped out and he grimices]

but um... keep that quiet for a few days? I haven't asked yet. Still waiting for the right moment.

[Her lips press together in a "Malia is not happy" face but she nods in agreement. If she presses them together hard enough it totally almost looks like a smile.]

Sure. I can do that.

[Scott, of course, is happy for Stiles, squeezing his shoulder and smiling like the puppy he is.]

Won't tell a soul. But congrats, man.

[Stiles nods, then stands up, looking at Malia a moment before holding his hands out. It's what he always did when asking for a hug]

I'll make sure the date doesn't interfere with yours.

It better not.

[And she'll give him that, wrapping her arms around his shoulders tightly. It's not what she wants, but if it's what he wants, then she'll try to be supportive.]

She better make you happy, or I'll kick her ass.

I'd warn her, but she's in the dark on the whole werewolf thing. Not really ready to give her the whole "werewolves are real" speech and all.

She doesn't have to be in on werewolves to know that I can kick her ass.

[Because Malia's a brawler, even without her wolf.]

Alright, then if things ever go bad, you're first in line to kick her ass. But Things aren't going to go wrong. I promise.

I hope not.

[She pulls back with a smile that was closer to a genuine one.]

Really. I want you to be happy.

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