A/N I have had a major case of writer's block for a while. I started this chapter before my brain quit working so I have tried my best to get something out of it because I liked where it was going.

Another Full Moon 3

"Don't you glow your eyes at me young man! I am still your mother and I will make your life miserable."

Stilinski watched Scott calm himself as Melissa ripped him a new one. He did not think he would ever get used to glowing eyes no matter how many times he saw it. He could tell that Scott really wanted to argue but self-preservation was a strong instinct. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Stiles trying to make himself invisible as he made his way to the McCall's front door. His son clearly did not have that instinct.

Eying his son and jabbing a finger in his direction, he said, "Don't even think about moving. I don't even…what were you thinking? You are in so much trouble, I am tempted to throw you both in a cell."

Stiles retreated back to his corner, the look on his face said he knew they were in deep. Scott's face mirrored his son's as the two of them pointedly avoided looking at each other. He had a feeling the boys would laugh if they looked at each other and that made him even madder. However, it said a lot about the situation that Stiles did not even attempt to speak.

Melissa was in Scott's space, clearly not intimidated by her son's previously glowing eyes. "Just what did you think you were doing? You are so lucky it was the Sheriff and me that found you. You are so grounded. School, work and life threatening emergencies only. No Stiles, no Kira and not video games for a month. Got it?"

Stilinski barely let Scott nod before starting in on Stiles. "That goes for you too! No Scott, no Malia and all life threatening emergencies go through me, and no computer except for homework."

Both boys managed to look ashamed with their heads lowered. Stilinski noticed that Melissa shared his satisfaction at knowing their words and the grounding were getting through their thick teenaged skulls. They had been friends for so long that he had no doubt she knew exactly what he was thinking as well. This is not what he had planned when Melissa had called him earlier in the day. Her car was in the shop and she needed a ride home from work. It was a rare full moon he was not working so he had only been too happy to help. Now instead of a nice, quiet night spent with a friend he was grounding his child.

"Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" he asked both boys. "And think very carefully before you answer."

"No sir," was his reply.

He nodded a farewell to Melissa before grabbing Stiles' ear and dragging him out the front door. Before it was closed he heard Melissa start yelling again. He envied her. He was so made he could not even speak. Stiles knew better than to say anything so it was a quiet few minutes in the car as they drove home.

Walking in the door, he said, "We're going to talk about this tomorrow. Goodnight."

He watched as his son made his way to his bedroom. As soon as Stiles' door was closed all the anger in him faded to a dull ache of dread. He knew that tomorrow he would have to face this head on, and it would be terrible, but for the moment he was just so tired. He wearily made his way to his home office before collapsing in the chair. He felt the tears fall down his cheeks but did not wipe his eyes. He knew that in a way this had been building since Eichen House and he just needed to let it out. With the lights off, the full moon's glow shone brightly through the windows. Knowing Stiles now safely in his room, the sight gave him a measure on peace.

As a kid, and even in the army, the full moon had been a comfort to him. His grandmother had told him that when he looked up at and saw a full moon he would know that his loved ones could see it too, and that meant they really were not that far away. That had been really comforting when he left for basic training. He knew that Stiles was probably looking out his window as well. The two of them, in the same house, in different rooms, practically in different worlds, looking at the same moon. It made the distance between them disappear in his mind and he began to cry once again.

The moon was beginning its descent when he finally had nothing left. He dried his face and thanked God his son was safe before making his way to his own room. He stopped at Stiles' door and listened to his steady, even breathing before going to bed. Morning was going to be tough with the late night and the drain of emotions, and the inevitable talk. His anger may have faded enough to think, but he was still very angry. No matter what was said he knew they would get through it. They always did. His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was that raising a teenager was hard, especially a teenager with a werewolf for a best friend.

A/N So I could think of nothing that was both interesting and bad enough to get the boys into that much trouble with their parents, so I left it out. I hope the chapter still worked without it.

This may be the last chapter unless I get inspired, but I will leave it as a work in progress, just in case.