We Come from Different Places but Have the Same Name
Summary: Despite her son's best efforts, Melissa McCall knows about the supernatural. After all, she wasn't always a nurse. Maybe it's time to step out of retirement and show the puppies how a Pack really works.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, or anything else mentioned in this story. None of it is mine. I appreciate all of the encouraging reviews. As for the select few who like to post reviews about how unoriginal my story is, if this isn't your cup of tea, just click out and go somewhere else already. I write for fun, not for reviews. I'm not fully satisfied with this chapter, but this is where Melissa starts to become more involved.
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Chapter 5: Fury
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"Mom, just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."
Hurt her? Melissa wanted to laugh. He couldn't do anything to her.
Her fingers twitched, veins boiling as her magic rolled, wanting to atomize the boy who dared hold a gun to her son's head.
"He's right. But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you."
The next thing she knew, she was in a cell, begging to be allowed to see her son's wound.
"Lady, if you keep talking, I'll put the next bullet through his head."
An eerie calm swept over her, beyond enraged at this point.
This infuriating little boy had dared shoot her son.
The kiddie gloves were thrown off at this point.
She waited until the boy had dragged Scott from the room before starting.
Fingers curling around the bars of the cell, Melissa whispered the unlocking charm, the first charm she'd ever mastered.
There was a quiet click and she pushed the door open silently, stepping out of her cell.
Moving over to where Noah was handcuffed to the wall, she did the same for him.
The questions were swirling around in Noah's eyes but he threw them aside for now to focus on what needed to be done.
He nodded sharply, holding up a finger to his lips, and she nodded back.
The two crept toward the front of the station, stopping to check the bodies that littered the hallways.
Although they didn't find any that could be saved, Noah and Melissa both grabbed guns off the bodies.
As they crept closer, they could hear the conversation going on between Matt and Scott.
"The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?"
Melissa's heart ached at the desperation in her son's voice, the borderline pleading.
"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no I want the book," Matt demanded.
"What? What book?"
"The bestiary! Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."
"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for anyway?"
"I need answers."
"Answers to what?"
"To this," Matt lifted the side of his shirt up to reveal a layer of dark scales that shimmered, growing across his skin. There was a stunned moment of silence as Scott stared at it before Matt dropped his shirt, pointing the gun back at Scott. "That's why we're going to-"
Melissa didn't wait any longer.
Noah went to shoot but she was faster, letting off two shots in quick succession.
Matt crashed to the ground with a scream as his legs crumpled, the gun clattering as it slipped from his hand.
Rushing in, Noah kicked the gun out of his reach and aimed his down at the groaning boy, whose legs were starting to bleed quite heavily.
"You'll stay down if you know what's good for you, son," he advised angrily, eyes flickering over to Melissa still stood in the doorway, both hands wrapped tight around the gun. "You alright, Mel?"
Blinking dazedly, Melissa breathed out sharply as she lowered the gun, making a beeline over to her son.
She tucked the gun into the back of her pants and ripped off her scrub top, folding it twice before pressing the bundle against Scott's side.
"Any dizziness? Nausea?" she fired off questions reflexively, shoulders loosening when Scott shook his head. "Alright, keep that tight against the wound, okay? It'll lessen the bleeding."
"I'm going to go call for an ambulance," Noah finished handcuffing Matt, giving a quick glance down at Stiles and Derek. "You boys alright?"
"Yes sir," they chorused.
"Good deal," he sighed in relief, heading off to the phones in his office.
Rushing over, Melissa crouched next to them.
"Hey boys, you okay? Any injuries I need to know about?"
"Fancy seeing you here-" Stiles started with a sheepish smile, before faltering as she snapped at Derek.
"Derek, stop clawing your leg. It's not nearly as effective as you think."
Wide green eyes stared at her, stunned at her calling him out.
"What? That's not-" Stiles started to lie but she cut him off, not in the mood to play games.
"He's got a furry little problem. Yeah, I know, Stiles. I have eyes, please stop lying."
The moment was broken when her magic lit up in warning and she lurched to her feet, spinning even as she heard Scott's scream.
A brief flash of pain as a scaly tail whipped across her arm but her hand was flung out with a thought.
Her attacker was thrown across the room, held up against the wall as he struggled to free himself against an invisible force.
Jackson, a scalier and more reptilian version, snapped and snarled as he struggled, tail whipping back and forth furiously.
"Mom! Are you okay?!" Scott rushed over, taking her arm to look it over.
"Fine, sweetie, don't worry about me," she brushed it off, hissing back at Jackson in parseltongue. "You will not harm anyone else for the moment. Calm yourself."
His struggles stopped as he stared at her with slitted yellow eyes, more curious than threatening.
"That's better," Melissa smiled, pleased at the change.
Of course, that was when the hunters decided to make their move. The windows shattered as smoke bombs were thrown and she ducked, bending to haul Derek up even as Scott did the same for Stiles.
"Take him out the back door, Scott," she ordered, slinging Derek's arm over her shoulders and wrapping an arm around his waist. "It's time to go."
Hauling Derek with her, she led the way towards the back door of the station, Scott following with Stiles even as Noah joined them at some point.
"This way," she whispered, hearing the loud bangs and the blaring of the alarm as she led the group out to her car.