Chapter Four

So werewolves.

Melissa admitted that so much had one through her brain as to what the hack was going on with Scott and Stiles she had nearly gone mad. They had changed so much, and so quickly, and she knew they were teenagers and at that point that they did change. But this was different.

And Allison came into the picture around the same time, and she couldn't help but wonder if it were something to do with her and the changes she made to a relationship that had very much been ScottandStiles for so long.

Melissa admitted to herself she wasn't very happy with Scott, or proud of him for the way he had acted. Stiles had suddenly been almost a second thought to Scott, while everything revolved around Allison for so long. Even after their break up and Scott managing to find the anchor within himself, everything seemed to go back to Allison.

She knew that your first relationship was big and exciting and powerful, but she had been worried about Stiles, who seemed so lost as to who he was in this world and where he belonged in Scott's life now. Don't get her wrong, she was glad that they had more friends and that they had people to watch their backs in this world that she didn't really understand, but the gap between them was sudden and big.

It had taken her a lot to wrap her head around the whole werewolf thing, and the realisation that there was so much more out there than she had realised. And there always seemed to be something coming after the boys and their friends, something nipping at their heels. She was glad that John was finally in the know about everything, it made things much easier, and the friendship that had faded a little without Claudia there with them got stronger again.

Just in time for the chaos that came with the Nogitsune. She would freely admit that she had been terrified that they were going to lose Stiles, especially when the Nogitsune disappeared wearing his body. She had never felt more terrified.

And Scott had seemed so lost. She saw the realisation in her son's eyes of how far away he had left Stiles behind, she saw the realisation that his priorities had become skewed and wrong. And she saw the pure panic and desperation, and she knew that Scott could not lose Stiles.

The two of them had sat together for hours, just sitting and wondering where the Nogitsune was, and what he was doing with Stiles' body. The unspoken fear of 'what if we can't get him back' echoing between the two of them, a living fear in their eyes and in the Sheriff's.

It was Claudia all over again. Stiles filled their lives with energy and wit, with smiles and with laughter, and though it was not quite as obvious as his mum's had been yet, his spirit was such a huge part of their lives, and suddenly it was missing, and they had no idea if they would be able to get it back.

Seeing Stiles emerge from those bandages had been heart stopping, seeing and realisin that it was Stiles, STILES, and that they had him, they had him back and they had him in their arms. And even though he looked like he had been through hell and back twice, he was here and he was with them.

Of course nothing was that simple, and Scott through hovering and not letting Stiles out of his sight for more than 2 minutes – Melissa had counted – had quickly realised that something wasn't right. Stiles was hurting and he was freezing.

Scott didn't know that Melissa had punched Deaton. Afterwards he had apparently told Scott that it was from slipping at work. But when she had gone around to try and get some answers on what was happening with Stiles now, and what was wrong with him, was it permanent, and had got some riddle bullshit instead of an actual answer, she had snapped. And gotten her answer afterwards.

It was as they had feared, Stiles was still tied to the Nogitsune, as long as it lived it was sucking energy from him. The longer it was allowed to carry on living, the weaker Stiles would get.

They had steeled themselves and made their plans to take down the Nogitsune, the determination to destroy the Nogitsune and save Lydia was even stronger, though that light was strongest in Scott's eyes. And Melissa suddenly felt more confident, he was not going to let anything happen to Stiles.

- Teen Wolf

When everything was done, the Nogitsune defeated and boxed away, heading away somewhere unknown with Derek and Peter. Allison was alive, though she would be in the hospital for a while after she was stabbed by the Oni.

It was the evening after everything, and Melissa was expecting Scott to take off to the hospital to be with Allison. The pack had all pretty much slept the day away she reckoned after everything that they had been through. When she heard the thumps and bangs coming from upstairs she had expected her son to come running into the room and matter about the hospital before taking off.

"Scott?" She frowned confused. Her son had walked into the kitchen with a full duffle bag. He placed it down on the table and sat down, but going by the squirming that he was about to ask her something he wasn't sure she would be happy with.

"I know after everything that has happened you aren't going to be completely happy with this, but please let me explain first. I need to go and stay with Stiles for a bit, a couple of days at the least, after everything that has happened, after nearly losing him, I can't be away from him, my wolf is...anxious and upset and angry, and I just need to be there with him to make sure that he is ok and make sure that I'm not going to lose him again. I haven't been able to sleep properly all night, I can't rest knowing he's not with me..."

"Scott!" Melissa called over his rambling. She hid her smile as he snapped his mouth shut and looked at her wide eyed. It was good to know that even though he was an Alpha werewolf now she still had that ability as his mum.

"Sorry,"

"Of course you can go. Just call and check in with me every now and then yeah? Oh and Scott, maybe pick up some of the things that he likes to eat," Melissa advised.

"Yeah that a great idea!" Scott beamed nodding. He jumped to his feet and grabbed his bag before hurrying off.

- Teen Wolf

"Hey Melissa," Stiles waved as he and Scott walked into the house. It wasn't as cheerful as it normally was, but he was getting there, it had been a month since the Nogitsune, and he was getting better and better every day.

Scott refused to leave his side, at all, for a month he was attached to Stiles, either trailing him around or dragging him along beside him. They slept together, curled up in the bed as they had when they were kids. Scott couldn't seem to let Stiles out of his sight, and Stiles didn't seem that bothered by it really, in fact he seemed to be enjoying it. But she could read the fear in his eyes every time Allison was mentioned like he was expecting Scott to realise he was with the wrong person, and go running.

It always made Melissa a little sad to see it. To see the fear in Stiles' eyes. And she reckoned that Scott saw it as well because he always looked a little sadder and stayed a little closer to Stiles for hours afterwards.

To say it wasn't a shock for her to walk into their living room and find Stiles pinned to the wall with her son between his legs, holding him up, and kissing him as though their lives depended on it. The two of them blushed and stammered and shuffled where they stood when she had cleared her throat. And she stood there watching them stammer out explanations, all she could think was how much Claudia would have loved this.

And in spirit of Claudia she turned and made her way towards the kitchen to make their supper, calling over her shoulder that she didn't want grandkids until after they had graduated college.

The splutterings that followed her made her burst out laughing.