Chapter 17 - Love Confession

JAGGERS' HOUSE

Slinging his bag on the floor, Mickey yawned as he walked through the living room as he headed towards the stairs. The sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor stopped him as his foot touched the first step, his dull green eyes turning to face his mother. She was watching him calculatingly as her arms were folded in front of her chest, her body draped in her finest suit.

''Some people aren't who they say they are, some may be wolves hidden in sheep's skin,'' she spoke in a bored tone, her eyes looking down at his phone where a picture of Allison lit up the screen. He wasn't even surprised she'd taken it from him, just raised his hand for her to hand it back.

He pocketed the device, making sure to keep it safe this time, ''She doesn't know anything.''

''Oh? I'm surprised her aunt haven't told her anything,'' his mother seemed amused by the news, a smile creeping onto her lips as she watched her son with amused eyes.

He glared at the woman, she was impossible to read as she kept all her secrets buried deep within her soul. The phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it back up, reading out Allisons' name as the sender of a message. She was getting suspicious of her family, her aunt was giving her subtle hints getting all the closer to the truth.

His mother let out a sympathetic sigh as she gracefully took a seat on the couch, her brown eyes never leaving her son who remained motionless as he stared down at his phone, ''There's something your father once told me, 'We may be enemies but I'll walk through your every bullet if it means I can hold you in my arms'.''

''Cheesy,'' Mickey muttered as he lowered his phone, he didn't know how to respond to his beautiful girlfriend as she'd ask for him to come over so she could tell him about her findings.

''Your father is a fool, even with the love of his life pointing a gun in his face he refused to walk away,'' his mother spoke in a distant tone, lips set into a small smile as she poured herself whiskey. Mickey just rolled his eyes before glancing at the stairs, he took one step upwards before once again stopping to look at his mother.

''Do you regret it?'' his words were hesitant but he needed to know, he noted the way his mother tensed.

She turned her burning gaze back to him, one eyebrow raised as she took in her sons' expression, ''Never, I love your father with all of my heart.''

''Then why didn't you go with him?'' he could see it in her eyes every time he looked into them, the sadness and regret she held for not having followed her husband. It angered him and that was part of the reason to why he'd distanced himself from his mother, to not be the reason for her sorrowful eyes.

''Because my wonderful son needs me to keep him safe from trouble,'' she chuckled as she took a sip from the whiskey, ''There may be a code but we'll all be dead the day we start trusting hunters.''

McCALLS' HOUSE

''Yea, I'll see you as soon as I'm done. I love you,'' Mickey smiled as Allison bidding him goodbye with a small chuckle, the call ending just as he reached the front door of the two floored villa the McCalls' lived in.

He didn't bother to knock and instead step inside, snatching an apple from the counter before heading up the stairs. He could already hear Scott shuffling around while Stiles tried to calm him down, the former not listening at all.

''Well, "A", you're not alone. You have me,'' Stiles spoke just as Mickey reached the doorframe, the blonds dull eyes taking in the sight of Stiles back as the buzz-cut haired teen was straddling a chair.

He silently crossed the doorframe and slammed his hand down on the teen's shoulder, feeling delighted as Stiles whole body lifted from the chair, ''And me!''

They both stared at him in surprise none having realized that he'd arrived, Mickey just smirked as he moved to take a seat on Scotts' bed. Stiles glared at him as he rubbed his shoulder, maybe he'd used a bit too much force.

''Anyhow,'' The glare still heated as Stiles went back to the subject at hand, "B", didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead.''

''Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha - they're not gonna kill him,'' Scott sounded certain as he moved to the doorway before realizing that it would be impossible for the phone to be there, so he moved back across the room.

''All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter -,'' Stiles were interrupted as a pair of jeans flew across the room, Mickey raised his brows as he looked towards the bathroom that Scott had to disappear into, ''Problem solved.''

''Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own,'' Scott exclaimed as he stepped back into the room, Mickey straightened up at the mention of his girlfriend's eyes now glaring at his friends.

''Who did you say was going after Allison?'' his question brought all movements to a halt, Scott, and Stiles looking at each other as they silently tried to decide who would break the bad news.

In the end, it was Stiles who cleared his throat, ''Peter Hale is the alpha and he's going after Allison to get to Scott to force him into helping him with his evil plans to kill all those involved in the Hale fire.''

Silently staring at his friend, Mickey studied Stiles face for any more hidden truths but found none. So he pushed himself off of the bed before heading towards the door, Stiles hand gripping his wrist stopped him from walking out.

''You can't protect her on your own, this is the alpha we're talking about,'' Stiles' voice was for once serious, his eyes pleading for Mickey to see reason.''

''Watch me,'' Mickey snarled as he jerked his arm out of the grip, his eyes turning to Scott, ''I'll keep Allison safe, you just focus on finding Derek.''

The werewolf looked uncomfortable as Mickey turned around as he headed out of the house, his phone already out as he readied to call Allison when he noticed Melissas' car parked in front of the house. The kind nurse just ending a call as he reached the driveway, he could already hear her quiet sobs.

''Melissa?'' he asked as he leaned down to look into the car, his eyes going soft as he took in the expression on Melissas' face.

''Mickey,'' she quickly wiped her tears as she realized it was him, sucking in a few deep breaths to get herself together, ''I haven't seen you in a while.''

He smiled, pretending not to see the fresh tears still staining her cheeks, ''What happened to your car?''

He glanced at the horrible dents on the side of her car, fixing those would be expensive. Melissa just laughed, humorless but still grateful for his ignorance towards her current state, ''Just an accident, no one was injured. Well except for my car and my chances with a very fine looking man.''

''Maybe he wasn't the right one for you?'' he kept an easy tone, not wanting to burden her more with the apparent rejection. She smiled at his attempt, her slightly smaller hand patting his own.

''If you think you've found the right one, keep a tight hold on her,'' she said, he knew she was trying to change the subject to him to try to drown out her own sorrow. He could float with that, he gripped her hand before stepping back from the car.

''I'm working on it,'' he reassured her before taking off down the road, phone to his ear as he called Allison.''