[more bad than good: season 3, episode 14]
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        Meg never really understood Stiles' need to always get himself involved in some dumb scheme that would probably get one of them killed. Or Scott's need to always go along with Stiles' dumb plans. Meg hated most of them. Correction: she hated all of them.

Meg yawned, turning towards the three friends, sick of hearing their conversation. "I'm bored, that plan is. How do I put it lightly? A snooze fest. I say we put this coyote down before it manages to do the same to us."

"You can't put down the coyote if it's actually a girl, Meg," Stiles scowled. "It's unethical," he finished, looking back down at his map.

"Wow, what a bold stance you're taking," Meg retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Murder is bad. That's so controversial, Stiles."

Stiles frowned, "Why do we rope her into these things?" he asked both Allison and Scott. "She's never any help at all."

Meg smirked, "Happy to be of service," she replied sarcastically, pretending to tip her hat towards the boy.

Stiles decided to ignore her last message and return to what they were talking about earlier.

Currently, Stiles was showing Scott, Meg, and Allison a digital map of a coyote den that he and Scott stumbled upon last night. Stiles also insisted that this coyote was actually a girl named Malia Tate, who had gone missing about eight years ago. Her whole family, besides her dad, was attacked by some wild animal, which Meg would've thought was a coincidence before she found out that werewolves exist. "Here's where we found the den," Stiles continued, pointing to a small pinned location on the map. "It's right in the middle of the hiking trails."

Allison tilted her head at the screen, "Well, that could narrow it done. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves," she explained.

"Amen," Meg mumbled. "This Malia girl seems smart. Wolves are dumb, especially werewolves named Cora Hale. Not to offend the wolves in the room but y'all suck," she said, sending Scott a small wink. Scott just rolled his eyes as Meg looked back up at Allison.

Allison laughed before continuing her explanation, "You're right, Meg, they are really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes."

"Coyotes tie-toe?" Stiles asked, completely bewildered by this information.

"They tip-toe," Allison repeated as the bell rang, signaling the start of their next class. "I got to go, but send me the pinned location," she told the three of them as she ran off into her classroom.

Meg looked up to see the girl that had complimented her hair yesterday walk into the room. She sent Meg a small smile before walking right up to Scott. "Hey, I'm Kira," she said quickly. "You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyway, I have something for you."

Meg craned her neck to hear their conversation, "For me?" Scott replied.

"Yeah, about the bardo," Kira said quickly. "My explanation was sort of all over the place, so I did some research and I printed it out for you."

Scott laughed awkwardly as Kira began to search throughout her backpack for the papers. "Ah, you didn't have to do that," he told her.

"It only took a couple of hours," Kira said glancing up at Scott.

Scott's eyes widened, "Wow, then you really didn't have to do that."

"I swear I printed it out," Kira said continuing to search through her backpack.

"Kira," Mr. Yukimura sounded as he appeared behind his daughter. "You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like," he said, handing her the stacks of papers she was frantically searching her backpack for.

Meg's face fell slightly as she watched the smallest blush appear on Kira's face. Kira avoided Scott's gaze as she handed him the papers and retreated to her seat in the back of the classroom.

She turned her head back toward the front where Mr. Yukimura began to speak to the class. "Alright, everyone. Let's get started. We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail. Who would like to read aloud for us?" Meg could've sworn she saw the teacher's eyes land on her for a split second before turning to Stiles. "Mr. Stilinski, how about you?"

Meg's eyes fluttered over to Stiles who had turned incredibly pale. "Oh, maybe someone else could?" he asked.

Mr. Yukimura frowned, "Everyone participates in my class, Mr. Stilinski."

Stiles gulped quickly before walking up to the podium. "Okay," he started. "Okay, okay, okay, okay," he whispered, concentrating on the page below him.

Meg couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she watched Stiles freak out at the podium. His eyes were looking everywhere but at the pages, he was looking at the students and then at the teacher before gripping the sides of the podium. He had beads of sweat dripping down his face, as he opened up his mouth, trying to say the words on the page. But he couldn't, he couldn't get his mouth to say anything, let alone the words he was supposed to read.

Scott shot up from his seat, "Stiles are you okay?" he asked carefully. But Stiles didn't answer him, he could barely make out the shapes in front of him.

"Stiles, this is getting a little creepy," Meg added, trying to sound as calm as possible, but something was definitely wrong with Stiles.

Scott immediately rushed up to the podium, slinging Stiles' arms over his shoulder. "I'm going to take him to the nurses," he told Mr. Yukimura.

Meg would've followed them but Mr. Yukimura made it clear that he really wasn't in the mood for more students leaving in the middle of his class. So she waited, waiting for Scott and Stiles to either come back to the class or for the bell to ring. Meg kept on glancing at the empty seats in front of her, waiting for her friends to appear. But they never did.

Meg was one of the first people to leave the class as soon as the bell rang above her head. She immediately began to search the halls for either Scott or Stiles, but she couldn't find either of them. She frowned as she gazed around the crowded hallways, seeing zero signs of either of the boys. "Jason!" she shouted immediately as she caught sight of one of her other friends. "Have you seen Scott or Stiles?"

Jason's face scrunched with concentration, "Scott or Stiles?" he repeated, tapping her finger on the edge of a metal locker. "No, I can't say that I have," he finished with a small shrug.

Meg cursed slightly, "Idiots," she muttered. "Idiots, ugh, why am I worried about them when they are complete idiots! I am gonna find them, okay. But thank you, for all of your help," she said, patting Jason on the back.

"Uh, thanks?" Jason said, a little confused by Meg's action. "I didn't really help you at all though!" He shouted back at Meg.

"Ah, no, don't worry about it," Meg shouted back. "You helped me realize that my other friends are idiots, so very helpful!"

"You know what, I'll take it," Jason said nodding before Meg rushed off into a different area of the school.

'If I were Scott and Stiles, where would I go?' she thought to herself as she walked the opposite way of the other kids walking to lunch. "Watch where you're going Linara!" someone yelled at her as she walked straight into them.

Meg groaned, "Oh, fuck off Peters!" she replied, flipping off the dark-haired girl as she continued to walk throughout the hallway. She walked further down the hallway, wishing that she had just followed the two boys out of the room so then she wouldn't have to do all of this searching for the two of them.

CRASH!

Meg whipped around to face the locker room door. 'There!' she thought to herself as she bolted into the locker room door. She blinked, taking in the scene around her. Scott was holding onto Kira with most of the rows of lockers tipped over like a bunch of dominos. "What the hell happened in here?" she asked.

Scott gulped, "Coyote attack?"

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Meg was sitting on the ground of the locker room, which was now filled with police officers. "Scott, why do I have to stay here?" Meg asked him. "I wasn't even involved in this whole coyote shit, so I don't think these officers will notice if I just slip out of here," she finished, pointing towards the door.

Scott shook his head, "Meg, that is not a good idea."

"It's a good idea if I say it is," Meg frowned.

"You're not really good at making good decisions," Scott reminded her. "Remember what led to that haircut."

"Woah, woah, okay mister. I actually like this haircut now," she said defensively as Stiles walked up to the pair. "And I'm not gonna have that ruined by your insults," Meg finished, flipping the smallest bit of hair over her shoulder, though that barely made any difference as her hair ended right at her shoulders.

"Scott! I think I know what she was looking for," Stiles said.

Meg scowled, offended that he didn't say hello to her as well. "Am I just invisible now?" she asked as Stiles pulled out a small rag doll from his pocket. "Uh, what is that and why is it the ugliest doll I've ever seen?"

"Hey, that girl Malia actually likes this doll, so be nice," Stiles retorted.

"Oh yes, because the coyote can hear me talking shit about its doll," Meg sounded, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Stiles was about to respond with another comment that Meg would probably deem, 'super fucking dumb' when Scott cut in. "You took the doll from the car?" he asked.

"Yeah, I thought you could use it, you know, for like her scent," Stiles whispered.

"Wow that's a sentence I never want to hear again," Meg muttered as an older man walked up to the three of them.

"Where did you get that?" he snapped, looking at the doll in Stiles' hand. "Where did you find this? It belonged to my daughter!"

Meg could only assume that this was the father of the girl Stiles was talking about, Malia.

Stiles's father eventually stepped in front of the three of them. "Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what but you can't be here." The sheriff's eyes floated down to the man's belt, where he had a gun in his holster.

"I have a permit," Mr. Tate mumbled.

"California schools are gun-free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate, now," Sheriff Stilinski commanded.

Mr. Tate began to shutter as some policemen escorted him out of the locker room. "You find that animal!" he yelled to the remainder of the people in the room. "You find that thing!"

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Meg was once again dragged into a terrible plan that she was sure wouldn't work. Scott was determined that if Malia was truly a girl before she was a coyote, he could change her back into a human some weird, complicated alpha-wolf thing that Meg truly didn't understand. The only reason that Meg came along is that she thought that Deaton could help her with the fire thing that happened the other day.

"Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses," Scott's boss Deaton started, looking from Meg to Isaac, and then to Scott and Stiles. "For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot."

"Allison's a perfect shot," Scott said instantly.

"She used to be," Isaac pointed out.

Scott narrowed his eyes at the dirty blonde, "She can do it," he insisted.

"If we manage to find the thing," Isaac continued.

Stiles frowned, "Okay, what is the point of him? Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity, and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65 degrees out."

Meg turned to her friend, "He's got a point with the scarf. It's not really, flattering," she said.

"Thanks for the support, Meg," Isaac said sarcastically. "And look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"

"I can do it," Scott decided.

"You can?" Stiles questioned.

"You remember that night that Peter trapped us in the school?" Scott started. "In the gym, he was able to turn me using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."

Deaton sighed, "This is a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone to teach you."

Stiles turned to Scott, "That's why you called Derek, first."

Scott nodded, "Yeah, well he's M.I.A."

Meg laughed, "I could've told you that," she commented lazily.

"What?" Scott asked, turning to face the brunette.

"Yeah, I was at his house to try and find the devil incarnate and he got dragged away by some scary woman. I don't know?" Meg looked around at the four faces in the room, most of which looked horrified. "What? I'm sure he's fine. It's Derek we're talking about, not Stiles."

Stiles scowled, looking between Meg and Isaac, "You two are the most unhelpful people I've ever met," he said shaking his head.

"Uh anyway," Scott said awkwardly. "I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even change into a werewolf."

"We need a real alpha," Stiles decided. Scott opened his mouth to argue but Stiles continued his thoughts from earlier. "You know what I mean. An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it-"

"Up?" Isaac finished.

Scott's shoulders sank, "Great. I'm an Alpha with performance issues."

"Uck, you guys are gross," Meg stated, turning his nose up in disgust.

"Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?" Deaton asked them.

"I don't know any other wolves besides these two, so it's really up to them," Meg started, pointing to both Isaac and Scott.

"I wouldn't trust Peter," Isaac said almost instantly.

Stiles tilted his head, thinking hard about their options. "Maybe the twins?"

"They're not Alphas anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them," Deaton explained.

"But what if they know how to do it?" Stiles questioned.

"Nobody's seen them for weeks," Scott said shaking his head.

Stiles bit his lip, "That's not entirely true," he admitted.

Scott sighed, having no choice but to trust the twins enough to help him with their problem. "Fine, I'll go to the twins. Meg, you coming, we're about to head out?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll meet you guys there soon," Meg said nonchalantly. "I just have some vet questions, for the vet, you know?"

"Yeah, of course, vet questions," Scott said with a raised brow. "Well, meet us in the park tomorrow. You could help us with Malia."

"Of course, of course," Meg said quickly. "I will be there."

Deaton turned to the girl, "You said you had some vet questions?"

"Yeah, that was a total lie," Meg expressed. "Listen Scott and Isaac said you knew stuff about the supernatural. And maybe you could point me in the right direction of whether something is supernatural or not?"

"You seem a little frazzled," Deaton commented.

"Yeah, well it's not every day that a book you're holding suddenly catches on fire in the middle of reading it," Meg said quickly.

"On fire?" Deaton repeated.

Meg nodded, "That's what I said, isn't it?" she sassed. Deaton looked at her with a raised brow. "Sorry," she apologized. "Force of habit. Uh, the page started on fire. It could've just been because the sun hit it, at the right angle, and it started a flame. Uh, just causal science stuff, not supernatural at all," Meg decided. "You know, uh this was actually a mistake. I should just go."

"You came here for answers and I think I can help you get them," Deaton said slowly.

"Uh, yeah, I was just being dramatic," Meg said quickly, picking her jacket up off of the operating table. "It didn't actually start on fire. You know, just some flames and smoke, nothing big. No supernatural here, just science. Provable facts and science."

"Listen, I know you seem freaked out, but if what you said is true you can be one powerful young woman," Deaton told her.

"I don't want to be powerful. I just want to be me!" Meg insisted. "I am me! And that fire wasn't my fault," she started.

Deaton looked at her sadly, "I know you're scared."

"I'm not scared of something that wasn't my fault," Meg said definitively. "Because it wasn't my fault. I have to. I have to go-" she said, rushing out of the vet's office and into the cool air. She looked down at her fingers and noticed one terrifying thing: Smoke.

'Please not again.'

so will you still want me,
when I'm nothing new ✾

Grace talks ig: not me already giving Meg issues with anxiety. We are one in the same bestie. Anyways, sorry it took me so long to update this. Time totally slipped away from me and I let this slip to the wayside. I promise this won't happen again because I love Meg so much and writing for her is so rewarding and lots of fun! Also, I have big plans for her and what her supernatural abilities are going to be (bc I wanted her to be human when I first started writing this book, but like three months later I came up with a better idea so I'm going to go with that one heheheh). Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and thank you for already getting this story to 100+ reads! That's so crazy and I love you all for that! BYEEE <3

p.s. I'm so sorry for the lack of Meg and Kira content in this chapter, but Kira was in like one scene this episode so I didn't have much to work with. I promise there will be more in the future. Okay, goodbye for real now.