Chapter Three: I Will Stand By You
When they got back to Beacon Hills, they had both been floating on cloud nine. Scott went straight to bed as soon as they got home, he had lots of jet lag. Stiles watched him, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Stiles started unpacking clothes, and putting the dirty ones in the hamper. Melissa was at work, so it was just the two of them. Stiles was glad, they had just spent two weeks of all their time together, just the two of them, but he didn't think it was enough. It was never enough when he was alone with Scott.
He decided to go and see what they had for dinner, it was a couple of hours away, but Stiles didn't want to have to order something if he didn't have to. Stiles headed downstairs. Stiles was glad that Scott was going to tell Noah what had happened. Stiles brushed his hand across his scruffy chin as he reached the kitchen. He poked his head in the fridge and the cupboards. He couldn't believe this, he was at home with his husband, and he was going to find something to fix for them for dinner.
As Stiles was looking through the cupboards, he heard a ring at the doorbell. Stiles wondered who that was and went to get it. To his surprise, it was his dad. "Hey, Dad." Stiles said, stepping back to let him in. Stiles wondered what he was doing here. "What are you doing here, Dad? Not that I'm not glad to see you." Stiles said, as he closed the door. He led them towards the kitchen. He had decided to make pot roast and mashed potatoes. He'd had to learn how to cook once his mom had passed away, or they'd have lived on takeout when he was growing up.
Noah looked at Stiles, watching as he put a pot roast in the sink. He was still getting used to the fact that his son was married. He didn't dislike Scott at all, he knew how good Scott was for his son. Noah accepted the soda that Stiles handed him and cracked it open. "Scott texted me from the plane, said he had something serious to tell me." Noah didn't know what it was, but he knew that it had to be serious if he'd asked Noah to come over when they were going to have an evening to themselves.
Stiles got his own soda and said, "I know what it is. It's very serious." Stiles said. He hadn't known that Scott had texted his dad, but he was glad that he had done so. Stiles brushed his hand over his hair and kept his dad's gaze. "He's asleep though. Crashed as soon as his head hit the pillow." Stiles said, an affectionate tone in his voice. He knew that the talk with Noah was going to be hard enough. Stiles was glad that they were finally doing something about it though. He knew that Scott would feel so much better once he got it off his chest.
"I appreciate you coming by, Dad. It's something that you really do need to know. I'm surprised he's not telling Melissa at the same time." Stiles hadn't been able to bring himself to call her mom yet, not like Scott did with Noah, calling him dad. Stiles knew that it was partly because of Melissa still having issues with him and Scott being married. Stiles knew that she was having a hard time because they were so young. Stiles knew that there had been no point in waiting. He and Scott were meant to be together. Stiles brushed his hand along his chin. "Dad, I want you to know that what Scott has to tell you, it's a huge deal. It's something that he's been keeping a secret for a long time."
It was so hard for Stiles to not tell Noah what was going on. He knew that it wasn't his place, but he was so glad that Scott was finally going to tell someone what Rafe had done to him, Stiles definitely didn't want to think about the ramifications of what would happen if Scott didn't tell anyone about it. Stiles knew that he wasn't going to regret it. He didn't know what Scott felt, not really, but he knew that Scott was going to feel better when he finally told someone.
Before Noah could reply, there were sounds from the bedroom. Scott was calling out for Stiles. "I'll be right back." Stiles said, and hurried out of the room, and took the stairs two at a time. He burst into the bedroom and moved to Scott. "Oh, babe, are you okay?" He asked, as Scott grabbed for him, and Stiles wrapped his arms around Scott's waist. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked, knowing Scott had most likely had a nightmare.
Scott clutched at him, burying his head in Stiles' neck. Scott took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He didn't know how to explain to Stiles what his nightmare had been about. He was having second thoughts about telling Noah what Rafe had done. He was crying and he clutched at Stiles. "I can't…. I can't do this, I can't tell Dad about Rafe." He said, knowing that Stiles was going to be disappointed in him. "I…. he's going to kill me. He said he would kill me if I ever spoke up." Scott mumbled, his voice muffled with his head buried in Stiles' neck. He didn't want to open the can of worms that was going to be all over the place if he spoke up.
"Look here." Stiles said, and lifted Scott's chin. "I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you. I promise." He said, and brushed some tears off Scott's cheeks. "You can tell Dad anything, you know you can. He loves you just as much as he loves me. He's not going to let anything to happen you either. You can do this. I don't want you to do anything that's going to hurt you, either. I don't want to see you back out of this because you're scared. No one is going to let Rafe hurt you again, baby. I promise. Have I ever broken a promise to you?" He asked, and Scott shook his head.
Pressing his lips to Scott's, Stiles stroked Scott's back. "Dad's downstairs, do you think you can do it right now?" He asked.
Scott mulled this over for a moment. He looked into his husband's eyes. "I think so." Scott finally said, and Stiles kissed him once more, and Scott really felt like he could get through it. He said, "Let me just throw on some clothes." He said, sliding out of the bed. Stiles told him he'd go back downstairs, and Scott stood in front of the dresser for a moment. They were going to have to move in some more of Stiles' things in the next few days. They didn't want to move all of it, they didn't want to have to move it twice when they went to LA.
He reached in and pulled out some jeans, they were Stiles', he was going to have roll up the bottoms a bit. He was shorter than his husband. Scott tugged them up, sans underwear, and carefully zipped them up and buttoned them. Scott couldn't believe that he was going to go through with this. Scott had never planned on telling anyone. He trusted Stiles, though, and he knew that Stiles would keep him safe at any cost. Scott reached and pulled out a clean tee shirt, and as he was pulling it on, he walked into the bathroom so he could splash some water on his face. He was still so tired, but he knew that he wasn't going to get back to sleep till this was done.
When he got downstairs, cuffs of the jeans rolled up so he wasn't tripping on them, he found Stiles and Noah in the kitchen, leaning against the counters. "Hey, Dad." Scott said nervously, He moved to the fridge, and got out a beer. He was going to need it for this conversation. Noah's eyes rose but he didn't stop him. Scott said, "Let's sit down, guys." He reached out for Stiles' hand, and they went into the living room, sitting down on the couch, Noah in the arm chair. "You must be curious, Dad." Scott started, after he opened the beer and took a sip.
Noah met his son in law's eyes. "I am, a lot curious. You said this was official business." He said. He didn't know what Scott could have to tell him when they'd just gotten back from their honeymoon. He looked at them, their hands were joined, and Scott was sitting as close to Stiles as he could get without being in his lap. Noah knew that there was something serious going on. "Scott, kiddo, I know that this is something serious. I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me things. I also don't want you to rush if it's hard for you. Just take your time."
Taking a deep breath, and squeezing Stiles' fingers, Scott started. "It's about Rafe. When I was younger…. He abused me." Scott didn't miss the raised eyebrows of his father in law as he got out his notebook to take notes. Scott took another breath, and continued. "It was mostly beating, but sometimes…." His voice shook, and Stiles let go of his hand to put his arm around Scott's shoulders. Scott was quiet as he gathered his words. "Sometimes he touched me. Made me touch him." Scott's voice was shaking a little now, and tears were gathering in his eyes.
Noah looked at Scott, and reached out, touching his knee, giving it a squeeze. "It's okay, Scott. Take your time, I'm here." Noah was having a hard time holding back his anger. He had always wondered what was up with Rafe, he'd known Scott had been a little too scared of him. He hadn't ever gotten Stiles or Scott to tell him why though. Noah watched Scott for a moment before he said, "Scott, look at me." When Scott's eyes met his, Noah said, "I'm not going to let him hurt you anymore, I promise. You took a big step in telling me about this. What happened after that?"
Meeting his husband's eyes, Scott took a breath, and said, "He never… he never forced me to… be inside him or anything… and he always hit me where it wouldn't show." He lifted his tee shirt, though, there was a long jagged scar down his stomach to his pelvic bone. "This is from a kitchen knife. He cut me when I was eight, because I got a C on a test." He looked at Noah's face, who was to his credit managing to keep the anger off it. "He got one of his buddies to sew me up so Ma wouldn't find out. I don't know if she's ever seen it, and if she has, she hasn't asked me about it."
Noah wrote some more. "Is there anything else you can tell me? Does he have any…. Anything distinctive on his body that you know that's there?" Noah was trying to find something that would prove it without a doubt. He believed Scott one hundred percent, but he had to get a judge to believe it. "How long did this go on for? When did he stop?" He asked, keeping his eyes on Scott.
Scott met Stiles' eyes, and when he nodded, Scott started talking again, but he was staring at his lap. "It started when I was four, and it stopped the night when Claudia…. You know." He said. He heard Noah's sharp intake of breath. Scott was quiet for a few moments, and then he said, "He has a tattoo of the Chinese symbol for courage on his pelvic bone, right above his… you know." Scott wiped some tears off his cheek, they were falling off his chin. Stiles leaned his head against Scott's, murmuring that it was going to be okay in his ear. Scott kept his gaze on the floor as he kept talking. "He also a ring in his…. It has a skull on it." Scott closed his eyes, trying not to think about it. He'd had nightmares about that ring. He knew from experience that it vibrated, too.
Noah gritted his teeth. He reached out and took Scott's hand, and he held it until Scott looked at him. "I promise Scott, I am going to make this douchebag pay for what he did to you." He kept Scott's eye, and Scott moved to hug him, tightly. Noah hugged back, and he said, "I'm not going to let him hurt you anymore, Scott." Scott let himself cry, and Noah held onto him for a bit but then passed him to Stiles. "Let me go get an arrest warrant. I promise, Scott, you did the right thing. I know that it doesn't feel like it right now, but I promise, it's the right thing. I'll call later to let you know what's happening." He got to the front door, and said, "Scott?" When Scott lifted his face from Stiles' neck, to look at him.
"I love you, kiddo." Noah said, and Scott nodded, he wasn't able to form words.
Stiles said, "He loves you, too, Dad." Stiles kept his arms around Scott, and watched Noah leave. Stiles tilted Scott's head so he could kiss him. "See? It's going to be fine. Why don't you get back to that nap, you look exhausted and you need to rest." Stiles reached up and brushed his hand through Scott's hair. His husband's eyes closed automatically. Stiles said, "Come on, I'll take you upstairs and tuck you in." They went to the stairs, Scott still leaning on him. Stiles was quiet on the walk up, that wasn't like him at all. He kept his arm around Scott tightly as they reached the bedroom.
It didn't take long for him to have Scott back in bed, and Scott fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Stiles watched him for a moment, reaching out and brushing some of Scott's hair off his forehead. Scott didn't move, he was a deep sleeper. Stiles hated that Scott had gone through what he had. He knew that Noah was going to have to hold himself back from killing Rafe, and Stiles didn't blame him a bit. He wanted to kill Rafe too. "God I love you so much, baby." Stiles whispered, stroking Scott's cheek.
It was midnight before Melissa got home. Scott was passed out on the couch, his head in Stiles' lap. Stiles was watching tv. When he saw Melissa, he said, "There's some leftover dinner in the microwave for you, I made a plate for you." Stiles told her, his voice barely above a whisper, but Scott was out cold. He'd woken up to eat, help clean up after eating, and for one episode of Scream before he was out again. Stiles was running his fingers through Scott's hair. Stiles looked at her. "Did you talk to Dad today?" He asked, his tone curious. Noah had said he would let them tell her, but he didn't put it past his dad to at least tell her they had bad news.
Melissa sat on the arm of the couch, near Scott's feet. She was glad he was wearing clothes, at least, and not just underwear. They were ratty sweats that needed to be tossed out, but it was better than nothing. "Thanks, Stiles. I am actually starving. I didn't get a chance to take a lunch when I should have." She was exhausted. When he asked if she'd spoken to Noah, she looked at him curiously. "Why would I have spoken to Noah?" She asked, keeping her gaze on him. Stiles seemed like something was up. He didn't seem to want to tell her why, either.
"Stiles, you're married to my son, that makes you my family. I'm your mother in law. You're living in my house. Tell me, why would I have heard from Noah? Did something happen?" She asked. She had to admit, she was starting to get nervous now.
Stiles looked at her. "It's not my news to tell. It's Scotty's." He didn't have the heart to wake him, not after he'd watched him fall asleep. Scott hadn't been sleeping well lately. Not even on the honeymoon, with Stiles spooning him. "He's been sleeping like crap. I don't want to wake him up." He was quiet for a moment, and then looked at his mother in law in the eyes. "It's got to do with Rafe. He's down at the precinct right now. Dad arrested him." He watched her mouth drop open. "Please, don't ask me to tell you. I can't lie to you." Stiles kept his fingers moving through Scott's hair. His other arm was resting on Scott's side.
"It has to do with Scott." He said. "That's all I can tell you."
Melissa knew that he was trying to be reassuring, but it wasn't helping her. She looked down at her sleeping son. He looked like an angel when he was sleeping. She watched him breathe, her eyes filling with tears. She thought she might have an idea what this was about. She wanted to be wrong. Melissa looked at Scott, his head was rested in Stiles' lap, one of his hands resting by his face, and the other on Stiles' leg. She turned her glance back at Stiles, tears brushing her eyes. "He abused him, didn't he?" She asked, and Stiles was still for a moment before he nodded slightly.
Tears fell down her cheeks, and she reached up to wipe them away. "I suspected… but I could never get proof, and then when he left, it all stopped, so I assumed it would be okay." Melissa knew that she should have pressed Scott to tell her what happened. "I should have pressed him to tell me." She said, shaking her head, and starting to cry, putting her head in her hands. Stiles got out from under his husband, Scott not even stirring, and went to Melissa, putting an arm around her.
"Don't blame yourself, Melissa. He only told me, and I didn't know at the time, only after the fact. I've been trying to get him to tell someone for years. I'm just glad to finally have that happen." Stiles said, stroking her arm. "I promise, he's going to be okay. The first step is admitting it out loud, and he's done that. Rafe is going to pay for what he did to Scott." Stiles said, unable to keep the growl from coming out when he said the man's name. Stiles said, "I promise, I won't let anything else happen to him. He's my whole life." Stiles wiped some tears off her cheek with his handkerchief.
"Now, go eat. The talk with Scott's not going anywhere." He said, and she kissed his cheek on her way to the tiny kitchen. Stiles watched her, he knew exactly how she felt. Helpless, unable to help Scott. Stiles moved back to his seat, lifting Scott's head easily and putting it back in his lap, Scott never moving the whole time. Stiles let his fingers move through Scott's hair again, and Scott let out a sigh in his sleep. Stiles let his other arm go back to Scott's side, stroking his side. His fingers slipped under Scott's shirt, stroking his bare skin. That caused Scott's eyes to flutter open.
"Well hello, sunshine." Stiles said softly, leaning down to kiss him.
Scott yawned when the kiss broke. "Is Ma home?" He asked, and Stiles nodded. Scott looked up at him. "Then what are you doing, touching my bare skin? You can't finish what you started until she goes to bed." Scott said, and he looked at his husband's expression. "What? What's wrong?" Scott asked, and sat up then, sitting next to Stiles, reaching out and taking his hand. "Does she….. Does she know?" He asked, his voice a whisper.
His husband was quiet before he replied. "She knows abuse went on, but not the details. You don't have to tell her tonight, baby. She guessed. I didn't tell her, just confirmed when she guessed. You both need sleep, this can wait till tomorrow." Stiles stroked the back of Scott's hand with his thumb. "You've taken a huge step, Scotty, you told Dad, you're pressing charges. That's all you have to do today. It was a huge step, baby. You did good." He said, and leaned out, kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip.
He kissed back, and then broke the kiss. Scott said, "You're right, I know you're right." He watched as Melissa settled down at the kitchen table with her plate of food. Scott called out, "Ma, we're going to upstairs, are you gonna be okay by yourself?" He met her eye, and there was no much said in that look. She assured him she would be fine, and Scott stood, tugging his husband along with him. Scott walked up with stairs with Stiles, quiet. He knew Stiles was right about telling Melissa tonight.
When they got to the bedroom, Stiles shut the door, and moved to wrap his arms around Scott's waist. "I'm so proud of you, baby." Stiles said, kissing him. He lifted up Scott's shirt and stroked the small of his back, as Scott's arms slipped around his neck. Stiles kissed him. "I love you, and I think you made the right decision today. I'm going to be here every step of the way." Stiles promised. Stiles let his fingers run along Scott's back, delighting in Scott's eyes slipping shut with pleasure. Stiles pressed his lips to Scott's again, kissing him deeply, his hands slipping down the back of Scott's sweats.
Scott was taken aback and could only kiss back. His fingers played in the hair at the nape of Stiles' neck. The kissing got more heated, Stiles' hands gripping Scott's bare ass. Scott tugged Stiles to the bed, still kissing him. Scott pulled back long enough to take off his shirt, and Stiles took off his, and they kissed again, Scott wrapped his arms around Stiles' neck again, and Stiles' hand moved around to grab Scott's cock, his fingers wrapping around the shaft. Scott shivered and arched up into his husband's touch. Stiles pushed Scott back on the bed, lifting him enough to pull off the sweatpants and toss them in the direction of the floor. Stiles grinned and settled himself in between his husband's legs. He took him in his mouth, and Scott's head fell back in ecstasy. His hand went into Stiles' hair.
He braced himself on Scott's hips, his fingers moving across his pelvic bone softly. Scott moaned, as Stiles took as much of Scott as he could get into his mouth. Stiles moved over Scott's cock, it was getting harder in his mouth as he went. Stiles was so glad it had only ever been Scott for him. It was just, so romantic. Stiles and Scott had only ever slept with each other. Stiles loved that about them. Stiles took Scott in his mouth again, licking over the tip. Scott groaned and his fingers moved in Stiles' hair. Stiles groaned around Scott's length, and he moved his hand down to cup his balls, his teeth scraping gently along the shaft.
Then, when he was sure Scott was thoroughly turned on, Stiles moved off him, taking off his own pants, and tossed them and his underwear in the direction of the floor. He reached for some lube, and spread it over Scott's cock. He grinned then and then lowered himself over Scott's length, clenching around him as he slid home. Stiles braced himself on Scott's abs, his tight, tight abs. Scott gasped as Stiles started to move, his hand moving to Stiles' cock. He tried to match Stiles' hip movements as he moved. Stiles leaned down and kissed Scott, deeply, sucking on his tongue. It didn't take long for them both to come, and Scott tilted Stiles' head to kiss him.
"I love you, Stiles."
Stiles stayed on him for a moment longer and then moved off him, reaching for a towel from the floor to wipe the cum off both of them, and once they were clean, he tossed it back on the floor. Stiles moved back to Scott, wrapping his arm around his husband's waist, tugging him close. "I love you so much, Scotty. There's nothing that can measure the love I have for you." Stiles said, looking Scott in the eyes. Stiles had never felt more like his himself when he was with Scott. They loved each other unashamedly, and weren't afraid to say it out loud to each other, no matter who was around. Stiles reached up and ran his hand through Scott's hair, his husband's eyes closing automatically.
Scott was breathing deeply, and Stiles chuckled to himself. He wasn't mad, he knew Scott hadn't been sleeping well lately. Stiles tucked the blanket around Scott and went to the bathroom, he was going to shower before he went to sleep. Stiles turned on the water, listening for Scott, he was breathing deeply. Stiles didn't want him to have a nightmare. He stopped when he heard Melissa knocking on the door. "Hold on, Ma." Stiles said without thinking, it was the first time he'd called her that. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the door.
Opening it a little, he said, "What's up?"
Melissa hadn't missed what he'd called her, but she didn't think she should call attention to it. She leaned against the doorjamb. "Is he asleep?" She asked, and Stiles nodded. She said, "I am going down to the station, as tired as I am, and I'm going to see if Noah will let me talk to Rafe." She said, holding up her hand when Stiles started to protest. "Don't try and talk me out of it. He's my son, Stiles." Her voice broke on the word son, and she was quiet before she spoke again. "I have to know why he thought he could get away with abusing him like that. I have to know, Stiles. Scott can tell me what happened when he's ready, but I have to know why." She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep at night if she didn't know.
Stiles didn't know from experience, because they didn't have kids yet, but he got why Melissa needed to do this. Stiles turned back to look at Scott, who was still sleeping, snoring away. He turned back to Melissa. "I may not get why you need to this from experience, but I understand. I just don't see you regret it, Ma. Once you know, you can't go back to not knowing. I know, because when Scott told me, while I was glad that he trusted me enough to tell me, I wanted to go back to when I didn't know." He was quiet for a moment before he continued.
"Because I can't go back to not wanting Rafe to suffer. I will always want him dead. I can't get past it, I can't forgive him. Scott is the most pure person I know, and he's been marked by this. He's forever going to be scarred, literally and figuratively. And I can't change it. I can't go back in time and fix it. He has nightmares, and all I can do is hold him till it fades away." Stiles wasn't able to keep the tears at bay. He wiped his cheeks a bit angrily. "I hate this, I hate it. Scott doesn't deserve to have to deal with this. If I could change it, have it happen to one of us, I'd have it be me." His voice broke, and Melissa touched his arm. "I love him, and this hurts me, to see him go through this. I hate that scar on his stomach, it's a reminder of what happened. And he has to see it every day."
Melissa saw for the first time how much Stiles truly loved Scott. She wiped some of her tears off her cheeks. For the first time, she was glad that Scott and Stiles were married. She was quiet a moment as they looked at each other. "You really love him." She said, a bit in awe. "I mean, I knew, but I don't think it's ever really sunk in till now." Melissa knew that they had done the right thing. Stiles was willing to take on Scott's baggage, and if he could take it all on for him, he would. Melissa knew that was true love. She hadn't ever had someone love her like that. "You did the right thing. You are meant to be with Scott." Melissa said, she couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe the love they had for each other.
"I appreciate what you're saying about Rafe, but I have to know. Scott's my son. He's my entire life. I've done everything for him. I have to know. This is…. I should have known what Rafe was." Melissa turned her head away, trying to compose herself. When she was more steady, she turned back to Stiles. "I just wanted you to know where I was. If you need me before I get back, call me. I want to you promise me, Stiles Stilinski-McCall."
Stiles wasn't surprised she'd full named him. "I promise. If we need you, we'll call." Stiles said, he wasn't surprised she made him promise. Stiles kept her gaze for a moment, and he could tell things had changed between them. Possibly forever. Stiles felt like she was finally accepting of his marriage. Stiles kept her gaze until she told him she was leaving, and would be back as soon as she could. He watched her leave, and then closed the door. He went back to the bathroom, and got in the shower. Stiles didn't know what had changed for her, but he was glad that it had. Stiles then realized he'd called her 'Ma', just like Scott. He wasn't able to keep the smile from playing on his lips. She had let him, hadn't stopped him.
"Very cool, Ma." He said, as he stepped under the spray of the hot water.
The next afternoon is when Scott woke up. It was one o'clock, and he yawned and stretched. For the first time in days he'd slept without a nightmare. Stiles was passed out next to him, half off the bed. Scott chuckled and moved to tug Stiles back on the bed, it was a miracle that Stiles didn't wake up, he was a light sleeper. Scott's stomach rumbled, and he supposed he could grab a bowl of cereal. He kissed Stiles' cheek and reached for pair of pants. Melissa was either still asleep or at work, he didn't hear anything from her room. He headed down the stairs, and as soon as his foot had hit the floor, there was a ringing at the doorbell. He opened it, and it was Noah.
"Hey, Dad, what's up?" Scott asked, stepping back so he could let him in. Scott would have worried about his bed head, but Noah had seen it before. Scott still ran his hand through it absentmindedly as he waited for whatever it was Noah had come to say.
Noah folded his arms. He for once wasn't in uniform. He was off today. He met Scott's eye. "I'm here to talk to Melissa. Is she up? I've already been by the hospital, they said she's not due to work yet." He wanted to talk to her about what she'd said to Rafe the night before. He didn't think she was out of line at all, he'd had to sit down himself to keep himself from telling the guy off himself. But he was the sheriff, he couldn't go off half cocked like that. He took in the sight of Scott. "You look like you just woke up too, kiddo. Late night?" He asked, honestly not wanting to know the details.
Blushing, Scott said, "Yeah, but I passed out and actually slept through the night. That was a first." Before he could answer his question about Melissa, she was coming down the stairs. "Ma, Dad wants to talk to you." Scott said, meeting her eye. She looked exhausted. Scott wondered how much sleep she'd actually gotten, and he felt a little guilty, it was partly it was his fault, she knew what happened to him. Scott knew that he couldn't help it, she had to know. Scott said, "I need some coffee, I'm going to let you two talk." He headed into the kitchen. A part of him wanted to eavesdrop, but he didn't. He wasn't sure that he needed to know what it was about.
When Scott was in the kitchen, Noah turned to Melissa. "I came here to talk to you about Rafe." He said, and she nodded. Noah met her brown eyes headon. "I don't know what exactly what you said to him, but he's completely done a 180. He was denying everything at first, even when we'd proven that Scott was right about the tattoo and the ring. I don't know what you did, but he's confessed." His tone was a bit in awe. "This case got a million times easier. I don't know what you did, but it was the right thing."
Melissa shrugged. She didn't think she should tell Noah what she had said. She wanted him to have plausible deniability. "I want you to stay ignorant, just in case." Melissa said, she folded her arms. She was exhausted, she planning on calling in, she had a ton of sick days saved up. She knew she couldn't make it through a 12 hour day at the hospital. Even after she'd gotten home it had taken until 4 to get to sleep. And she'd only been at the precinct for about an hour.
That made him look at her curiously, but he said, "If you'd rather, we can leave it there." Noah knew that she didn't regret what she'd done. Noah looked at her, taking her in. "Can I take you for lunch?" He asked. "You look like you need to talk, and if I take you out then we don't have to worry about the boys' overhearing. You can get whatever you need to off your chest."
She met his eyes for a moment, wondering if he was asking as a friend or something more. Melissa didn't know if she should, but the idea sounded good. "I don't know, Noah." She said, brushing her hand through her black hair. She looked up at him. "I'd have to run it by Chris." She was sort of seeing Allison's father, it had happened while the boys were on their honeymoon. Melissa didn't know what to tell Chris, they hadn't talked about whether they were exclusive or not. "I know it would be just as friends, but I wouldn't feel right without running it by him first."
That was news. Before Noah could reply, Scott came back, carrying a mug of coffee. "Are you staying, Dad? Can I get you some coffee?" Scott asked, wondering what they'd been talking about. Scott watched them for a moment, wondering what else to say. When his father in law said he had to go, Scott watched his face. Something was going on. Noah said goodbye and left, and Scott turned to his mother. "Ma, what was that?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
Instead of answering him, she said, "Coffee, that's a good idea." Melissa didn't want to tell Scott about Chris yet, it was something she was trying to keep to herself a little while longer. It was hard to do that in Beacon Hills, it was a small town. When Scott gave her knowing look as she reached for a coffee mug, she shook her head. "You may be a married man, and heading off to college in August, but I'm still your mother, and there's still things that I want to keep to myself."
Scott leaned to kiss her cheek. "Okay, Ma. I'm going to go and check on my husband." He said, watching her a moment, to see if she was going to change her mind, but she stubbornly looked back at him, and after a small smile, he went to go upstairs. Scott wondered what was going on, he knew something was, and he wondered how long it would take before it hit the fan.
When tomorrow comes
I'll be on my own
Feeling frightened of
The things I don't know
When tomorrow comes
Tomorrow comes
Tomorrow comes
And though the road is long
I look up to the sky
And in the dark I found, lost hope that I won't fly
And I sing along, I sing along, and I sing along
I got all I need when I got you and I
I look around me, and see a sweet life
I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight
You're getting me, getting me, through the night
Kickstart my heart, when you shine it in my eyes
Can't lie, it's a sweet life
Stuck in the dark, but you're my flashlight
You're getting me, getting me, through the night
Cause you're my flashlight (flashlight)
You're my flashlight (flashlight), you're my flashlight
I see the shadows long beneath the mountain top
I'm not afraid the rain won't stop
Cause you light the way
You light the way,
You light the way
Author's note: So apparently there's more to this fic. XD. I hope ya'll liked. I was depressed and pissed off about the Stydia, so I had to get some of my Sciles feels out. Of course Stydia is canon, it makes no sense. *insert eye roll here* Reviews are welcomed, I wrote this when I should have been reading. Oops. LOL.