It lives! Sorry is took me so long to get this out. Busy times at work and writers blocks were reeking havoc on this poor story, but here ya go! I know it's a bit short, but I've got more coming as we near the end of this story. Enjoy and please let me know what you think!

TW- Post S5 DP-Pre PP.

Scott sat back heavily on his couch and laid his head back with a sigh. He'd managed to make it home with his mother and a very tired Danny. After putting his mother in her bed, Scott watched as a tired Danny shuffled his way to his room. He should have done the same and gone to his own room to sleep, but the events at Deaton's clinic had shook him greatly. The idea of his own mother being harmed was real and she had been hurt before, but seeing it in person was something new. Now he was a bundle of emotions and fighting the urge to shift. So far, he'd been successful or so he thought.

The edge of his vision was becoming tinted with red. Scott didn't need to look in a mirror to know his eyes were glowing. He sat there in the brightly lit room as the mid-morning sun shone through the windows of the living room. All he wanted at this point was sleep. No, he needed sleep. But Scott felt too wired. So, he sat on the couch hoping exhaustion would simply force him into sweet oblivion.

Closing his eyes, Scott began to recall the last conversation they'd had at Deaton's as Danny explained why his friends were a better choose than his parents.

"What are teenagers doing out late at night fighting ghosts?" Parrish asked.

"Again, my parents aren't that great at fighting ghosts and they're kind of oblivious to most of the ghosts that show up. So, we go out and stop most of them before they can actually do any damage." Danny explained.

"Your friends, they're human?" Stiles asked.

"As human as you. Look, trust me on this, okay? Sam is an expert marksman with most of the weapons. Tuck can work most them as well, but he's great with tech. They've helped me fight off ghosts ever since I've gotten my powers, they know what they're doing."

"I don't feel comfortable putting anyone else at risk of getting hurt or worse, killed." Scott said.

"What do we have to lose?" Lydia spoke up. "We were their age when all this supernatural stuff started here. If they can help us stop those things then let them."

In the end Scott had relented. Danny had sent Wulf back to get his friends, while Scott laid out a plan to contact everyone once they had arrived. Parrish had even agreed to wait till after all they got rid of the ghost animals before reporting Danny as found. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

The creak of wood alerted Scott to movement from the stairs behind him. The faint scent of soap mixed with something Scott had yet to place told him Danny was coming down. Looking back over his shoulder, he watched as a tired, blanket covered Danny made his way to the couch. Danny stopped half-way in the living room and stared back at Scott.

"You okay?" the younger teen asked as he tensed up some.

Scott was confused for a moment before remembering that his eyes were still red.

"Yeah, sorry. I can't…I can't shift them back right now." He admitted reluctantly.

Relaxing, Danny nodded in understanding.

"Mine flash green when I'm really mad sometimes. Usually at school or when Vlad is around." He said thoughtfully.

"School that bad?" Scott asked as Danny sat on the couch near him.

"Not really, just the typical school bully pushing the wrong buttons occasionally and with Vlad…well you can guess why." Danny said casually.

The room lapsed into a comfortable silence as the two tired teens sat in the warm living room. Danny looked about the room lazily at the various photos and nick knacks that were typical of a family home.

"Were you always a werewolf?" Danny asked as he stared at a picture of a younger Scott.

"No." Scott replied. "I was a normal human boy. I was bitten in my freshman year of high school."

"That must have been hard."

"Yeah, the Alpha that bit me wanted me to kill my friends." Scott recalled.

"Ouch. I take it he didn't get his way?"

"No, we set him on fire and his nephew tore his throat out." Scott said numbly.

Danny stared in disbelief briefly, before shaking his head.

"I thought I had it bad."

They sat for a few hours talking about the supernatural. Scott filled Danny in on who and what everyone was. While Danny explained more about ghosts and their world. The conversation eventually came to an end when Danny didn't reply to Scott's question. Looking over to the younger teen, Scott could see that he'd fallen asleep, his head leaning against the back of the couch. Smiling to himself, Scott stared off into nothing as sleep finally claimed him too.

When Melissa woke, she stretched in her soft bed and smiled. It's been a long time since she'd had such good sleep like that. She took her time as she went through her morning routine. She began to think back on the evening before. She remembered seeing her son and his friends as pride filled her heart. She'd have to update them on the camper's condition, which despite his wounds, he'd make a full recovery.

As she continued to mull over last night's events, she stopped. How had she gotten home? She couldn't recall driving home or going to bed. In fact, she was wearing the same clothing from last night. Had she been that exhausted that she didn't change? Finishing up, Melissa made her way down stairs as she tried to recall just how she made it home. Looking around the living room she eventually spotted Scott and Danny asleep on the couch. Even at one o'clock in the afternoon the two teens seemed to be sleeping soundly. Just how late had those two stayed up? Shaking her head and smiling fondly she went to the kitchen for her afternoon coffee.

She tried to make as little noise as she could, knowing Scott would wake in a heartbeat at the slightest sound. She cringed when the coffee pot hit the burner a bit too roughly, but to her surprise Scott slept through it. Melissa began to wonder if she should be concerned about him, but chalked it up to another late night out with friends and exhaustion. She leaned back against the island counter as a million thoughts still rushing through her mind as the coffee slowly began to drip.

Rustling from the couch drew her attention to the living room, where Scott had sat up straight and was stretching. He turned toward the kitchen. His sleep filled eyes cleared in an instant when he saw her. Melissa gasped slightly as Scott moved quickly to her and engulfed her in a large hug.

"Woah there kid! Good morning to you too." She laughed slightly as she returned his hug.

Scott held onto her for a bit longer, making Melissa grow worried. He never did this unless he'd been stressed by something.

"Hey, what's wrong? What happen?" she spoke softly coaxing him to talk to her.

Scott pulled back to look at her, his worried eyes scanning her over, making sure she was truly alright.

"Hey." Melissa said getting him to focus on her. "What's wrong?"

"Do you remember anything from last night?" he asked her.

She looked at him for a moment. Why would he ask such a question and how did he know she was confused about the night before?

"Sort of." She answered truthfully. "I recall you and Stiles coming in with the camper. I remember taking care of him and other patients throughout the night. Then walking to my car after work and…" she paused. That's where everything ended. She could not recall driving home or going to bed.

"What happen last night Scott?"

Scott wasn't sure at first if he should tell his mother what had happened, but he also knew it was impossible to keep anything from her these days.

"Get your coffee first, then I'll tell you." He said as he grabbed a mug for her.

A short while later mother and son sat at the table, Melissa listening to every word Scott said. He explained that she'd been possessed by a ghost and how that ghost had used her to attack him and Danny. Melissa was shaken by this as she shivered slightly.

"Are you alright? Is Danny okay?" she asked looking over to the couch where Danny was still sleeping.

"Yeah, we're fine Mom, promise."

"What happened next?"

Scott continued to explain how Danny had knocked her out and then Scott had rushed Danny and her to Deaton's. It was then that Scott seemed to hesitate in his story.

"What happened next is hard to explain and I don't think it's my place say." He explained.

"It's about Danny, isn't it?" Melissa guessed.

Scott nodded as he looked toward the living room.

"When John brought him into the hospital that night, we all guessed Danny wasn't normal, and judging by your hesitation you know what he is now." She concluded.

"All I can say is he's like the Chimeras we faced last year, but not."

"You're really going to have to tell me about these Chimeras you keep talking about." Danny's voice made both Scott and Melissa jump.

The younger teen stood in the doorway of the kitchen rubbing his eyes and yawning. His hair was messier than normal and his clothes wrinkled from his awkward sleeping position on the couch.

"How are you?" Danny directed to Melissa.

It took a moment for Melissa to register that he was addressing her as she watched Danny make his way towards the coffee maker.

"Oh, I'm good, thank you. I hear you got to play hero yesterday." She said as casually as she could.

Danny tensed some as he pulled a coffee mug out of the cabinet, but then continued with his task.

"Yeah, I guess. How much did you tell her Scott?"

"I've only told her about how she was possessed and then we got to Deaton's." Scott explained.

Danny nodded as he poured himself a cup of coffee and then joined them at the table. He remained silent for a moment as he stared into his cup. Sighing, Danny took a sip of the coffee and then began to tell Melissa his side of last night's events.

To say Melissa was surprised to learn that Danny had powers would have been a lie. The way he spoke, hesitantly and thoughtfully meant he wasn't used to others knowing about him or his abilities. She continued to listen, asking a question periodically, as Danny explained the plan they now had to rid Beacon Hills of the ghost animals.

"Wow. You guys really thought this through, huh?" Melissa said, somewhat dumbfounded. "Well, I have to say, please be careful and Danny, thank you."

Danny's cheeks tinged pink at the praise as he looked away from her, embarrassment and self-loathing mixed on his face.

"Please don't thank me. If I'd confronted what happened back at home instead of running away none of this would have happened."

Melissa stood quickly from her chair and marched over to the younger teen. Danny shrank back some from the sudden motherly presence, as she glared at him. It was a look only a mother could give, that without words said, 'stop right now'.

She cupped Danny's face gently, not allowing him to look away from her as she stared into his crystal blue eyes.

"You're right. You should have stayed and confronted whatever it was that happened at home, but thinking of the should haves and could haves does not change the fact that what you did last night, and what you're doing now is heroic and selfless."

"But," Danny began to protest.

Melissa drew Danny into a motherly hug, stopping him from countering her.

"Don't doubt yourself so much, you're stronger than you think."

Quiet sniffs greeted Melissa's ears as she pulled back and saw Danny crying. Smiling she squeezed his shoulders.

"Right, so judging by what you said," she directed at Danny. "we're going to be having guests over in a while."

Wiping away his tears and straightening up, Danny cleared his throat.

"Yeah, Wulf should be back with Sam and Tucker soon…I think."

"And I guess everyone else will be coming over as well?" Melissa directed at Scott.

"Yeah, but I'll call them once his friends get here." He confirmed.

"Oh good, I'm so not ready to have a dozen teens in my house this early." Melissa admitted.

"Mom!" Scott laughed.