Title: She Doesn't Say Anything
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Summary: Melissa McCall is no one's fool.
Warning: None
Note: Takes place right after 2x04; double drabble (200 word count)
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She doesn't say anything about how Scott won't stop looking into the rear and side mirrors; she doesn't say anything about how he won't stop twitching and tapping and sighing. She also doesn't say anything about the blood on his shirt.
But Melissa McCall is no fool.
She knows a werewolf when she sees one.
She wasn't but twelve when her older brother was bitten and he ran off after almost killing her and mama. She had followed after him the next morning, holding him and letting him cry into her shoulder as he mourned his lost humanity.
So when she sees Stiles hovering close – doing the very same for Scott what she'd done for her brother, she knows that Scott will be just fine. Because even though Stiles is always talking, always moving – he's also always watching, always seeing.
Just like she sees.
She sees the blood and the fangs and the flashing eyes, she just doesn't say anything. She doesn't have to; she knows that she just needs to be there for when Scott finally decides to tell her.
She just smiles at Scott's lies, chuckling at the more ridiculous ones, and washes the blood from his clothes.
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