Okay guys, so I'm on summer break now, which means I should be able to update more now, with the exception of the week I'm in Florida (June 23-June 30.) I hope you guys like this chapter. Review please!? Oh and... *does a drum roll* ONLY 11 MORE DAYS TILL SEASON 3 GUYS!

Both Scott and Stiles made it clear that they were hungry, and after the day she'd had, she was not going to argue. Melissa made a quick sandwich for the three of them with a pile of chips on the side, needless to say the boys finished their food first, like always. Some times Melissa would wonder if they even tasted the food as the inhaled it, but they'd always comment saying it was good when they were done, usually followed with a loud burp from Stiles. "Its a compliment!" he would insist, "In some countries its considered rude NOT to burp after a meal." She knew he was right, but in this country, it was considered disgusting.

The boys stayed at the table with her while she finished her food, making sure she could actually taste it, and made small talk with her. Though she noticed Scott did not go into much detail when asked about his, only said, "It was okay, I made co-captain." Then quickly changed the direction of the conversation; before she even got the chance to congratulate him, back to Stiles, who talked for a good solid 10 minutes about how excited he was to have finally made first line, even if it was only because of a Pink Eye epidemic on the Lacrosse team.

As Melissa finished her dinner the three went up to Scott's room to prepare for the night ahead. Her son checked, double checked, then triple checked the windows to be sure they were locked and could not easily escape from them. Stiles dropped his bag on the floor with loud cha ching sound, only making Melissa wonder even more about the "just in case" precautions were inside of the bag.

Again Stiles reminded her; "Only use these if you have to. It'll be hard for all of us," he glanced at Scott, "But if he loses control or tries to run, we'll have to use it."

"What is it exactly?" She asked again.

Making a face like he didn't want to do what he was doing, Stiles bent down to unzip the bag pulling out long chain links and a pair of and cuffs. "Like I said, it'll be hard for all of us." then lifting the chain links added, "Last resort. Cuffs first."

Melissa looked at Stiles as if she was trying to determine whether or not he was serious, then seeing Scott looking down at the now empty bag, she knew that Scott was fully aware of what Stiles had just said, and was willing to do it if it meant not hurting any one. Suddenly she was reminded of their conversation they had over breakfast, how depressed Scott had seemed. "I'm not me when I'm like that." He had said. She hated hearing and seeing him so depressed, it broke her heart.

"Okay." she finally said. "But only if we really have no other choice."

Melissa hated the idea, of her son being chained up like a dog, he may be a werewolf, but he was still a person. The term werewolf literally translated to Human-Wolf, something Stiles had told her shortly after she had first found out what her son was. Scott, though part wolf now, was still human too. Stiles put the items back in the bag leaving it unzipped for easy access, Scott made a pained face and slid down to the floor at the base of his bed.

"Its happening." he whispered, placing his head in his lap resting both hands on the back of his neck.

"I can feel it." Scott added for his mother, in case she was unaware that he could feel the change in his body from the full moon.

Stiles took a few steps back pulling the beg with him, and sits down leaning against the wall before making an over exaggerated hand gesture motioning for her to go do her motherly thing and help Scott, not that he had to tell her to help him. She'd already promised she would. Melissa took a few steps towards her son and sat down beside him, instinctively putting an arm around him and rubbing his back. She could hear his breathing pick up, like that night a month earlier when she'd seen him change for the first time. A part of her still wanted to reach for his inhaler to give him, a left over habit from when he was younger, from before his asthma was fixed, but knew it was just the full moon, and the change his body was going through making him breath the way he was. She could feel Scott's back grow warmer under her hand, sweat beginning to soak through his shirt and jacket. He moved away to pull both off, and she noticed that the rest of his body and face had sweat glistening on his skin too.

Melissa wrapped both arms around her baby boy, no matter how big or old he got he would always be her baby boy, and took some comfort in the fact that instead of pulling away he leaned against her.

"Mom?" he asked resting his head on her shoulder.

"Yes sweetie?" She found herself running her fingers through his hair, which was now damp as if he'd run through a rain storm from the car into the house, her other hand staying on his arm.

"How..." Scott paused to take in a deep breath, "How are you staying so calm right now? I mean, I can hear your heart beat, how can you not be scared that I might hurt you?"

"Because your my son. I carried you for nine months, watched you grow up, held you when you had a bad dream or got hurt. How could I be scared of the kid I raised?" she paused to kiss his head. "Your my son and I love you. No questions, and's, if's, or but's about."

He nodded slowly and she could tell by his face that the pain was getting worse for him, looking at her son, worried seeing him hurt, she watched as each of his finger tips grew long sharp claws. She felt his the muscles in his body tense.

"Mom." he gasped out, his voice sounding from like it did the last time, he looked up at her with his golden eyes and elongated canines, "Mom, you have to go."

The look on his face screamed, "mom, don't leave me, please stay!" but looking at him more closely she understood, he wanted her to stay, needed her, but he also couldn't risk hurting her. She saw it in his face, the closer he got to fully shifting the harder it got for him to keep the wolf side of him in check, and he didn't want to risk control with her being so close to him.

I don't want you to leave, I need you, which is why you have to go. I can't hurt you, Scott thought to himself, hoping his mother would understand. "Please mom." he said again. "Go." He had tears in his eyes now, as did his mother.

Reluctantly Melissa nodded, kissing his head and looking him over one more time she let go of him and backed up towards the door, never taking her eyes from her son. Her and Stiles left the bed room closing the door behind them. Scott climbed to the door and locked it then crawled back to his spot by the bed, keeping a safe distance from all exits, just like he and his best friend had planned earlier that day, and Stiles checked on the other side of the door to make sure Scott had locked himself in. Turning Stiles saw Melissa had crumpled to the floor and was beginning to cry.

"You alright Ms. McCall?"

"No." She shook her head as more tears fell. "No, I just saw my son turn into a werewolf, in pain and I couldn't do anything to help him. I couldn't make the pain go away this time."