A/N So, I had thought I was done with this particular line of stories, but the plot bunnies, or possums, disagreed and here we are. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to point out any mistakes or things you like.
The full moon was hidden behind the thick, dark storm clouds building above Beacon Hills. It was an odd night that saw both Melissa and her son at home. Scott was in his room studying for an Algebra II test while Melissa hurriedly fixed supper before the impending storm eventually knocked out the power. She turned to the refrigerator and screamed as she jumped onto the counter behind her. Immediately, she felt foolish as she heard Scott run down the stairs to come to her rescue, ever her hero.
"Mom! What's wrong?" He came skidding into the kitchen with glowing red eyes just as she was sliding from her perch.
"I'm fine. That thing just startled me. I turned around and there it was staring at me with those beady little eyes."
"What is it?"
"A possum. It ran that way, I think, behind the island." Scott's once again brown eyes crinkled in a smile he was trying to hold in as his mother continued. "Well, they smell don't they? Use your nose and find the thing," she ordered.
With Scott directing his mother the frightened they managed to corner the creature against the cabinets very quickly with a broom and a mop. "Mom, how are we going to get him outside?"
"Still working on that. What if we work our way down the kitchen to the back door?"
"How will we get it to go towards the door at the end of the cabinets? If we can't keep him still while we open the door he's going to run into the living room."
"I am not letting that thing anywhere near the rest of this house. We need more arms and brooms."
Scott grinned and pulled out his phone. "That we can do." He hit speed dial and waited. "Hey buddy. What are you doing?" he asked Stiles.
"Oh you know, just being grounded. Next time remind me not to –"
"Scott, Stiles can't talk to you right now."
"That's okay, Sherriff. I actually called because me and mom could use some he-"
"Scott! Go that way! No, no, no! Don't let it get in the pantry."
"I've got it, mom. Sorry sir. We could use some extra hands. Could you and Stiles bring a couple of brooms and come in the back door?"
"Scott, what's going on?"
"Mom, watch your foot."
"Oh yuck."
"Use the mop."
"I've got it go that way. Go now."
"Scott?"
"I'm going! Possum."
Scott hung up the phone so he could focus all his attention on the gray animal trying to hide behind the bottled water before the sheriff could ask anymore questions.
"Stiles grab the broom while I get my work gloves and let's go save Melissa and Scott from a possum."
"Seriously? Why can't Scott just go all Animal Planet on it and tell it to leave?"
"I don't know. Now would you please go get the broom so we can get there before it starts to rain?"
A few minutes later the Stilinskis pulled up to the McCall house. Father and son walked to the back of the house and could hear Melissa yelling at her son. They looked askance at one another before the sheriff opened the back door.
"Scott! Don't let it crawl all over my cookie sheets."
Both of the McCalls were on their knees in front of one of the lower cabinets. Melissa held a flashlight while Scott was waving a broom inside it in an attempt to corral the animal. The sheriff stepped behind Melissa and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Why don't I take the flashlight while you grab a pillowcase? We're going to need something to put it in if we catch it."
"Yeah, okay."
The possum seized the moment of the flashlight exchange to escape the confines of the cabinet, and ran toward Stiles who screamed and jumped on the nearest cabinet. He used his broom like a lacrosse stick and attempted to scoop up the critter. However, all he accomplished was to scare the thing towards Melissa and the pillowcase.
"Melissa! Quick, scoop it up!"
"Stiles!" She yelled as she dove for the possum with the open end of the pillowcase coming down over the offended creature. As it tried to escape, Melissa held the edges tight to the ground and screamed. "Come get this thing! It has claws. Scott! You guys get it out of my house now! And throw that pillowcase away."
The sheriff, with his work gloves on, came to her rescue. He gathered the ends of the pillowcase together, trapping the animal.
"Stiles, if you're done screaming like a baby, could you open the door please?"
"That wasn't a scream. That was more of a, um, war cry, you know, because I was going to go after it."
Scott laughed as Melissa turned her head to hide a smile. His father rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say Geronimo, just open the door before this thing rips open an escape route and we have to catch it all over again.
The storm broke as the elder Stilinski returned from the yard with empty hands. Melissa had already tasked Scott and Stiles with scrubbing all the "contaminated areas" of the kitchen as she returned to the now cold food she had been preparing before the animal interruption.
"When you're done with the floor everything in that cabinet needs to be washed. There's no telling what diseases that thing has. Sheriff, is that creature gone?"
"Yes, it was running for the Jenkins' yard when I came in. I don't think it will be back. I threw the pillowcase in the garbage can."
"Good. Thanks. You guys might as well stay for supper since you came to the rescue. We're having spaghetti."
"Sounds great. Thanks."
The next half hour was spent with the teenagers scrubbing cookie sheets and anything else Melissa deemed "infected" while she and the sheriff prepared the food. Once everything was ready the four sat down to a companionable meal full of laughter, much of which was at Stiles' expense. The McCalls regaled their guests of the first half of their possum adventure, with even more laughter. After the meal the group cleaned up and sat around the table with a deck of cards, because, according to Melissa, it made no sense for the Stilinskis to be out it the downpour. So the stormy full moon night passed with laughter and friendship and much needed rain.