A/N As usual this was supposed to be a serious story but it went sideways. It turned into something completely different than what I had in mind. I hope you like it. I only did a once over as far as editing goes so who knows what mistakes you will find. Sorry about that. I just wanted it done and "out there".

Setting: Sometime during Season 4

Disclaimer: Sadly, I still do not own Teen Wolf


Another Full Moon

Melissa looked to the sky as she drove toward the hospital. She had always hated working on the full moon. It always brought out the crazies. Now she not only hated the craziness, she worried the entire night as well, not that she did not worry on a regular basis every day. It just seemed like she worried more on a full moon. Over the last year or so, she and Sheriff Stilinski had worked out a sort of routine that helped them get through the night. He would normally show up at the hospital around midnight, and then again about three to check in and maybe get a bite to eat in the cafeteria on her lunch break. It seemed he had the same trouble sleeping she did. That is why they both volunteered to work the night shift every full moon. It was also to make sure that if the kids did get into trouble, they would both be in a position to help.

Scott had told her that he was taking Liam and Stiles would be responsible for Malia, but that did not instill her with confidence. As much as she loved her son, and Stiles too for that matter, she knew that things rarely went the way those two planned. So here she was, working the ER on a full moon. It should be busy enough to keep her from worrying herself into an early grave, at least tonight.


God, I hate full moons. Why do all the crazy people come out on the same night every month? Oh yeah, because they are werewolves and kitsunes and banshees and kanima. I'm really going to have to get Stiles to redo the chessboard. Stilinski thought to himself as he drove through Beacon Hills. He had not asked what the kids were up to tonight. He was fully prepared to claim plausible deniability when they were caught breaking about forty laws, because they were always caught. He shook his head. He loved his son more than life itself, but sometimes he wondered if the boy had a brain cell in his head.

He welcomed the distraction when is phone rang, until he saw the caller ID. Then he tried not to panic. It was Stiles.

"What is it?" He knew he sounded angry but was not going to apologize. Stiles knew he worried.

"Hey dad. Do we have any tomato sauce, 'cause we were thinking pizza and a movie sounded fun. And then we thought it would be more fun to make our own, but, you know, we need tomato sauce or something. That's what Kira says."

Ignoring his son's rambling, he asked, "Who's we?"

"Oh, uh…well there's Malia, because I'm in charge of her tonight, and Scott and Kira brought Liam. Oh, and we tried to call Lydia but she didn't answer."

"And you're going to cook? You?"

"Well yeah, but Kira is telling us what to do. And Dad, don't worry, she's a good cook."

"Stiles I always worry about you," he said making sure to let the sarcasm come through. "No, we don't have any tomato sauce."

"Got it. Bye Dad."

"Oh, and Stiles? Don't burn the house down tonight."

"No promises."

Stilinski smiled as he hung up the phone. I guess pizza is better than all the stuff they could be getting into. With his mind somewhat at ease as to his son's safety, he headed his SUV toward the east. He would have a faster response time when someone inevitably committed a crime somewhere near the Reserve.


Melissa's phone rang just after eight thirty just as she finished assisting one of the doctors stitch up a drunk woman who decided to slice her hand instead of a block of cheese, which she brought with her to eat while she waited.

"Hello?" It seemed her heart stopped every time Scott called these days.

"Hey Mom. Do we have any tomato sauce?"

"What? Don't tell me you got sprayed by a skunk because you are not allowed inside the house smelling like that."

"No." She could swear she heard him laugh. "We're at Stiles' house to make pizza and watch a movie. So do we have any?"

"Who's we?"

She did hear him sigh that time, and she assumed there was an eye roll as well. "Me, Liam, Kira, Malia and Stiles and maybe Lydia if she calls back. Stiles' dad said they don't have any and Kira said we need pizza sauce or we can use tomato sauce."

When her brain caught up with his words and she realized that everyone was indeed okay, she was able to think about her son's question. "We have a jar of spaghetti sauce and maybe a can of tomato sauce."

"Great! I'll let Kira know since she's in charge. Love you."

"I love you too. And Scott, try not to destroy the Stilinski's house tonight."

"Okay Mom, Got to go."

Oh boy. I am so glad they are not in my kitchen. Ugh. Is she really going to eat the bloody end of that cheese? I hate full moons.


Stilinski tried not to roll his eyes as he listened to a very drunk man complain about his neighbor, who was apparently too sober for his liking. Therefore, he hit the man. He had had enough of that. Stilinski arrested the man and got him in the back of Deputy Parrish's patrol car for transport back to the station.

"It is a full moon isn't it sir?" Parrish was smiling as he closed the door on the man who was now crying because his shoe was untied.

Stilinski was about to answer when the neighbor decided he did not want his drinking buddy to go to jail and threw a beer bottle at the deputy's car. Luckily it sailed right over the hood and landed ten feet from the nearest person. Two minutes, four bruises and one taze later the neighbor was in Stilinski's SUV awaiting his own trip to the station.

"Parrish. It is most definitely a full moon. Let's get these two back to the station."


Melissa rolled her shoulders and looked at the clock in the nurse's station. It was already three forty-five. The night had been busier than most, even by full moon standards. She could go for some of the kids' pizza right now she was so hungry. The sheriff caught up to her just as she reached the cafeteria.

"Hey there. I haven't seen you tonight. How is it going out there?"

He laughed a little. "Ninety percent of our calls have been drunk and disorderlies. How about you?"

"Same. Did you know the kids were attempting to make pizza at your house?"

"Yeah. I'm afraid to go home in the morning. Stiles did say Kira was in charge, so maybe I will have a house to go home to in the morning."

"I don't envy you," she said smiling.

Inspired by their children, they both got pizza and a bottle of water. Their meal was peaceful and interruption free. They still had several more hours of a hectic shift left so they conserved their energy and ate in silence. As they finished their meal Stilinski's phone rang. Both of them tensed as he answered.

"Stilinski….On my way." He hung up and looked at Melissa. "Well, duty calls. We have an overturned semi on the highway. You should be seeing the driver in a bit. Take care."

"You too, and be careful out there."


Melissa was on her fifth case of food poisoning at six fifteen. Whoever had catered the Kiwanis banquet the night before was probably going to get sued. All of her patients had eaten the peach cobbler, so that was most likely the culprit. Vomit always made her slightly queasy and this patient had eaten his cobbler and his wife's as well. She tried to remain professional and not grimace as the man was sick again while she attempted to do her job so the doctor could do his. He was the last of her food poisoning people, so she was able to get everything in order by the time the clock finally hit seven. The full moon was over for another month. It was time to get some sleep, and hopefully not dream of throwing up.

The house was quiet when she made got home, and Scott's bike was not there so she hoped he was still at Stiles'. Her phone rang as she put her purse on the table.

"Hey Mom. We're headed to school. There's pizza in the fridge. It actually turned out pretty good. I'll see you this afternoon."

"Okay. Thank you for calling me. Don't get into trouble today. I will see you this afternoon. I love you."

"Love you too."

She smiled as she opened the refrigerator. She might as well try the pizza. Surely it could not be any worse than the hospital pizza.


Stilinski cautiously made his way to the back door afraid of what he would see. Slowly, he opened the door and looked around. Everything was quiet and nothing looked out of place. He turned on the light in the kitchen and noticed a note on the clean counter.

Dad,

We left pizza in the fridge. It's good I promise. Everyone stayed here last night. We're all on the way to school. See you this afternoon.

Stiles

P.S. Kira made us clean everything up.

I'm going to have to thank Kira the next time I see her, he thought as he retrieved the leftovers from the refrigerator and put them in the microwave. It looked like sausage or hamburger with extra cheese. When it was ready he sat at the table thinking he could fall asleep right there. He took a bite and was surprised. It really was good. Not a bad way to end a full moon.

Well, there it is. I hope you liked it.