Melissa McCall was a rebel. As a teenager, of course. But now- now she's a grown woman trying to make ends meet and helping out an eighteen year old alpha werewolf that is not the son of her soulmate. While she had made many mistakes as a teenager, entering a relationship with an Unmarked was not one of them. Well, Rafael and the marriage to him was a big mistake but having her son Scott would never ever be a mistake in her eyes even if she had wished to have waited for her true other half to have him.

"McCall! I got a patient for you."

"Mhm. On it," she calls out around a mouthful of salad, hand hovering inches from her lips so nothing comes flying out as a clipboard gets slid her direction. "Such a relief that was my last bite, huh sweetie?"

Scott stands across from him mom, shoveling the last bite of his burger into his mouth with a grin. "Yeah but now you have to keep that down while dealing with your patient. Better hope it's not blood and guts."

Melissa pauses, wiping the bit of salad dressing from the corner of her mouth before scowling at her son. "Thank you for the mental picture. If I throw up all over his wounds, I'm blaming you."

Scott laughs as he collects their trash, his phone blaring from his pocket. "I better get going, that's probably Stiles calling about the possible new Hunters in town."

"Okay. Be careful."

"I'll try my best."

Scott leans over the raised desk, planting an overly dramatic kiss to his mother's cheek that have the other nurses awwing and cooing as he makes his retreat. When Melissa finally gathers up the file she'd been given, the same nurse who'd given it to her sidles up to her side.

"The patient is a government official," the blonde nurse tells Melissa. "He's sustained severe wounds from a mountain lion and they wish to keep everything on the down low. Since your ex was government, we figured you'd be better equipped to deal with their protocols."

"Gee, thanks," Melissa deadpans as she reads over her soon-to-be patient's vitals and injuries. "Anything else I should know?"

"Just that his senior agent is with him and my God, woman, they're both handsome!"

Barking a quick laugh, Melissa closes the file in hand. She fishes out her stethoscope from her shirt pocket- she going with the violet colored scrubs today- and drapes it around it her neck. "Cool it, Janie, or the hubby's gonna second guess not putting a leash on you."

Melissa leaves Janie when the elder woman merely shrugs and winks in response, she following the hallway down several doors until she makes a left into a private room. Since her patient is government, they'd given him privacy instead of setting him out in the large room where beds were separated by curtains.

When she enters the room, her patient is just stripping out of a black tactical vest which just leaves him in a black sleeveless undershirt and black tactical pants with numerous pockets. She stumbles when she sees him undoing his belt, the rather handsome gentleman smirking as he hands over said belt and numerous weapons to the man in a blue suit.

"Excuse him, he flirts with anything standing on two legs."

Melissa startles at the suit's words, the clipboard falling and clattering on the tile floor as she turns a wide-eyed stare on him. He's handsome as well, not as tan or as young as her patient, but handsome just the same even with his receding hairline and blue eyes.

"My m-mark faded a couple years back.. you're supposed to be dead!"

Even dead, Melissa had always wondered what she would have said to her soulmate and the words that ended up flying out of her mouth were not it.

"A nurse, Phil? Nice," the patient smirks again, green eyes crinkling in amusement. "Think of all the role play-"

"Barton, that's enough."

Barton clams up immediately though his amusement never fades as he stares between the two soulmates. Melissa stares at the man named Phil, he stares right back, and then she's slowly bending down to retrieve the clip board while never taking her eyes off the two men.

"I assure you, Miss.."

"Melissa. Call me, Melissa."

"Melissa," Phil nods once in understanding. "I assure you that I am alive and well. Explanations will come but I'd really appreciate it if you can stitch up my agent. He's been.. attacked."

Melissa nods, her gaze then traveling back to Barton as he turns and flashes her his bicep that has deep looking claw marks. "Oh my.." she trails off, the shock of her finding her soulmate wearing off and she slipping back into nurse mode immediately. "What happened?"

"Tire blew on our SUV," Barton answers. As Melissa inspects the wounds, she doesn't see as Barton and Phil share a look over her head. "Agent Coulson was manning the flashlight and I was in charge of changing the tire. The mountain lion caught us off guard."

He hisses when Melissa suddenly squeezes his arm, her gaze then assessing him as she takes a step back. "Mountain lion, you say?"

"Yep."

Liars. The both of them.

Melissa subtly gulps, heart hammering though she appears calm and collected on the outside; her heart breaking beneath her sudden anger. Hadn't Scott been informed of Hunters in the area recently? They don't look the look of cocky Hunters that usually pass through Beacon Hills looking to take down a wolf or two but looks can be deceiving. And it would just be like a Hunter to impersonate a government official to get out of a sticky situation.

Soulmate and friend of soulmate be damned, she'd protect her son at all costs.

"Funny that you mention a mountain lion attacked you," Melissa tries to chuckle through her sudden distrust. She can see the tray of surgical tools off to the side and slowly inches her way towards it. Phil and Barton easily pick up on her sudden mood change, both trying not to fidget. And once Melissa makes it to the tray, her hand slaps down on a scalpel and she wields it in front of her as Barton jumps to his feet and Phil furrows his brows in confusion. "Because we haven't had a mountain lion anywhere near town since our wolf-" she puts emphasis on the word wolf. "-population is at a decent number."

"Melissa-" Phil tries at the same time Barton calls out, "Ma'am, put the weapon down."

With one hand wielding the scalpel, she drops the clipboard and uses her now free hand to search for her phone in her scrub pockets. "You better pray you're not the Hunters that my son's pack is looking for because if you are, soulmate or not, I can't- I won't- protect you."

"Son?" Phil frowns. "You have a son?"

"So not the time, Coulson," Barton elbows him, his gaze then settling back on Melissa as he holds his hands out, palms facing her. "Did you just say your son's pack? As in your son controls that thing that attacked us?"

"They wouldn't have attacked without reason," Melissa finally tells him, her hand latching onto her phone. "Someone reported Hunters in town and they were keeping an eye out. If you attacked first, you deserved that," she then nods to his claw marks.

Barton opens his mouth to reply but Phil cuts him off. "So wait a minute, you're okay with the weird and abnormal?"

"Of course, I am! This is Beacon Hills I live in. Now be quiet!" She has her phone in hand, gaze ping-ponging between the screen of her phone and the two men before her. She can hear Barton muttering about the sudden twist in their situation and Phil muttering about a son by the time she finds Scott's name and calls him. It only takes two rings before he answers. "Hey, Sweetie," she immediately says in greeting. "Please, tell me no one's injured."

She goes quiet then, her gaze suddenly darting to agent Barton and he takes a step back at the glare she's directing at him. "You shot Malia with an arrow?!"

"She had blue eyes and pointy teeth!"

"Mom! The Hunter's there?!" Raised voices can be heard over the tiny speaker.

"Yes," she blurts then, "No! Well, yes," she mumbles. "One's my soulmate," she admits.

"We're not who you think we are," Phil suddenly pipes up. "We're agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. If you put down your weapon and calm your son, I'll explain everything. This is all just a misunderstanding."

Melissa fidgets in place, absently nodding along to whatever is being said on the line. "Got it. I'm in a private room with them," she says. "Come find me and be discrete. Don't bring the pack."

Melissa looks torn about doing what she's doing, but she manages to hold her ground long enough just until Scott gets there. He's quick to slip into the room undetected and then glare at the two men standing across from his mother.

"Which one is-"

"That one," Melissa points to Phil as she finally drops the scalpel. "Phil's the one that said my words and I said his."

Scott looks between the two of them, brows furrowing and distrust in his eyes. "But your words faded. I was with you-"

"I was brought back to life!" Whatever Melissa was about to say catches in her throat, her gaze darting to Phil who's now standing with his shoulders slumped and Barton leaning against the bed though he's still keeping a cautious gaze on Scott. "The agency I work for- S.H.I.E.L.D- my old boss wouldn't just let me die. They brought me back to life days later."

"S.H.I.E.L.D?" Scott asks. "Isn't that the people who handle the Avengers?"

"You know them?!" Melissa asks incredulously.

"What? No." Scott denies. "I know of them, though. The whole world does."

"I don't."

"That's because you don't watch the World News like all good adults do," Scott huffs.

"There's enough drama in Beacon Hills. I don't need to add to my worry."

Scott's grinning at his Mom but the clearing of Phil's throat catches their attention once more. "Yes, we are the Handlers of the Avengers. In fact, agent Barton is one of them; his code name is Hawkeye."

Scott's gaze darts to Hawkeye, he snorting a second later. "Allison's gonna flip when she finds out."

"We were sent here to investigate strange happenings," Phil continues. "Whoever you think we are, we are not them. We're not the enemy."

"One second we were fixing a tire," Barton then adds. "And the next, some strange girl is approaching too fast. She actually took a whiff of the air and then transformed on us a second later," he shrugs. "She actually looked like a werewolf from those cheesy sci-fi films."

"Malia's actually a coyote," Scott sheepishly corrects. "And she attacked because she smelled the gun powder. Hunters usually come to town trying to kill us. She was only doing what she thought was necessary."

"Like he said," Barton gestures towards Phil. "We're not the enemy. Sorry about injuring your coyote."

"S'fine. She healed."

A knock sounds on the door, all the room's occupants tensing as the door suddenly opens. A blonde female stands there, leather jacket and tight jeans adding to the dangerous aura to her as she grins a rather feral smile at Phil and Clint. "All good in here?"

"You brought the pack?" Melissa groans.

"We thought they were Hunters," Scott replies as casually as he can. "You were in possible danger and no one was going to let that slide." Melissa rolls her eyes but Scott has his attention elsewhere. "All good, Erica. Tell the pack to stand down."

"You sure about that?" Her eyes glint yellow in a playful manner but it still causes Phil and Clint to be at unease.

So getting a bit annoyed, Scott lets his eyes flash red. "Leave. Now!" Erica smirks but manages to tilt her head to the side, baring her throat for a split second and then flounces away with a laugh.

When Scott turns back to the room, his eyes are still blood red and he has to take a deep breath to get it under control. "So, you're a werewolf, too?" Phil asks, his gaze settling on Melissa a second later.

When she sees that the question is for her, Melissa quickly shakes her head. "No."

"His father?"

"Nope," Melissa nervously adds. "Both of us are human. Scott was attacked a few years back by an alpha and he turned. Now, Scott's the alpha."

"I see," Phil frowns.

Scott studies the man for a few moments, eyes calculating everything. He can smell the faint jealously wafting off his mother's soulmate and can't help but grin. "If you're worried about my father; don't. He's been out of the picture since I was a kid and then when he did come back, he couldn't handle the fact that his only son wasn't human anymore. He's gone for good." The jealously suddenly turns into anger and Scott smirks then. "So I guess you're okay with whole soulmate having a son who isn't human?"

"I deal with agent Barton on a daily basis," Phil deadpans. "I'm more than okay with a teenager and wolves."

Clint smirks at Phil's side and Scott matches it. "Alright then, I guess I should be introducing you to the rest of the pack," Scott says to Barton. "If you're going to be around my mom, might as well meet the rest of us."

"Sounds like a plan as long as that one girl I shot isn't looking for retribution. That and I can get my arm fixed."

"Allison can stitch pretty good," Scott tells him. "She's keeping watch but Derek will send her this way. I'm pretty sure he's listening in on us right now anyway."

"Isn't she the one you said was gonna flip?"

"Yeah but in a good way. She's a Hunter herself, a good one, and her weapon of choice is the bow. She's a good shot."

"Alright then, lead the way."

Scott leads a smirking Clint out the door, flashing a smirk of his own at his mom over his shoulder.

"For being the alpha of a werewolf pack, he's not really subtle." Melissa chuckles.

"Kids never are," Phil replies.

Melissa smiles at him, lips pursing as she scuffs her shoe on the floor. "So, this is all rather unorthodox. I never imagined meeting you in my place of work or at all, really."

"Yes, well, I never imagined that my other half would be okay with my job occupation. I never thought she'd already know of the non-human."

"Well, that's Beacon Hills for you."

"I guess it is." Phil's lips twitch in amusement, grinning fondly at Melissa. "So how does dinner at seven sound? Tomorrow."

"I think that sounds wonderful," she breathes a sigh of relief and then smiles in embarrassment when Phil's grin widens into a smile of his own.

Friendly reminder, the Collection page under the Polyvore account "crossxover" contains couple edits for each soulmate pairing under the collection titled Story Covers.

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