Quality Time [Stiles]

Melissa gazed over intently at Stiles a moment as the boy suttered out a hello before he asked if Scott was home, saying that he hadn’t been answering his phone. Melissa paused a moment before she shook her head. ”Uh, I don’t assume so. I just got home and changed after work so I was wondering where Scott was myself…” She crossed her arms, frowning a bit. She did her best not to worry, but assumed that her son was off doing werewolf things. She hardly ever assumed that her son was ever doing anything normal anymore. She gave up that dream long ago. Well, that wasn’t completely true. The last normal thing he did was play lacrosse, but even then she imagined some of his werewolf abilities helped him out in that regard. It had been hard to be a single mother to a human boy, let alone a werewolf one, but she did what she could, trying to keep a level head and keep telling herself that he was alright.

Stiles responded to Melissa’s question, saying that he would have used the key but he had lost it an hour ago out in the preserve along with his own house keys. Melissa sighed a bit and looked over at Stiles. He looked relatively unnerved. ”Why were you out in the preserves?” She asked him curiously as she approached, sitting down beside on the bed as though he hadn’t just toppled through the window. She’d try and stay calm. She should have been used to Stiles using the window, but since getting the key, things had been a lot less terrifying in her home, well, until now, she supposed. Even so, if Stiles was the only scary thing entering her son’s window then she supposed she didn’t have anything to worry about, not at all, which she was more than a little okay with. She doubted that even the Nogitsune wouldn’t use the window like Stiles did. The thought brought a smile to her face.

The single mother refocused on the boy before her before she felt something crumple under her hand. She paused and looked down before she picked up the crudely written note, no doubt from her son. Just in case you get home before me, don’t panic. I’m at Kira’s. We’re doing a school project…yes just a school project. I’ll be back later. Love you. Scott. Melissa shook her head a bit before she looked over at her son’s best friend. ”It seems your best friend is putting his school work ahead of wolf work for once…grant it, it’s also an excuse to spend time with Kira so…” She shrugged her shoulders a bit before she looked over at Stiles again. ”How are you doing with this? The Scott/Kira thing?” She asked him curiously. No girl had ever come between Scott and Stiles and now, well, here Stiles was alone at his best friend’s house while he was off with a girl that he liked.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 503
Notes; Haha, good!

Melissa gazed over at Stiles as he started to tell her why he had gone to the preserves. He said that he couldn’t sleep at all and all he wanted to do was be alone. He went to the preserves by the Hale House to sit under the stars and think for a bit. She smiled over at him and nodded her head in response to his words. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing comfortingly. How this boy had gotten so unlucky with things she would never understand. He had tried to be so normal after his mother passed, after all of this crap that had happened, but things weren’t getting better. He was trying, she knew, but he had yet to ask for help and she had a feeling he would be more likely to if Scott was around more often, which led her to her next question about Scott and Kira.

Stiles told her that it wasn’t much different from when he was with Allison so he was doing alright. Melissa nodded her head a bit before he said that at least it explained why he wasn’t answering his phone. Melissa pursed her lips. ”No it doesn’t because I remember the other night him freaking out because you weren’t responding to his text messages because you were spending the evening with a girl…” She sent him a bit of a look. ”Scott likes to think I need werewolf hearing or senses to know when he’s upset and when he isn’t, but I’m his mother and I know when he bitches…plus he wasn’t home so his volume wasn’t exactly kept quiet,” she stated, a small smile on his lips. She had heard him complaining about how Stiles wasn’t answering his phone after two texts like usual.

Then, Melissa decided to do something completely different for once. She decided to do something she was sure that his new friend had done, but none of his usual ones. ”How are you doing Stiles? I mean in general this time?” She asked him, looking him over. She could tell from the bags under his eyes that sleep was not his friend at the moment and she hoped that he was at least getting some sleep. This resembled the Nogitsune situation a little too much for her liking. Still, Stiles seemed to be doing relatively alright. He was still himself and he had done what Stiles would do, climbing through Scott’s window so she knew he was alright, for the moment.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 425
Notes; Good ol' Mama McCall

Melissa noticed that Stiles was quick to become defensive when she told him how Scott had gotten upset the other night because the boy was spending his time with his new friend and not answering his texts to Scott. The mother hadn’t known what it was about, she hadn’t known what was so prevalent that Stiles couldn’t have some time to relax and be normal for an evening, but it had upset Scott greatly and now, knowing it had upset Scott, Stiles got defensive, which she could understand, of course. Stiles told her that he didn’t answer because he had company over and the messages that he sent were…something. He said that it didn’t matter anymore. Pack business, she thought to herself as she looked over at Stiles. The boy was clearly upset at what she had mentioned. She knew that he wasn’t upset with her, but more so upset with the situation.

Stiles stated that the reason he didn’t answer wasn’t because he was hanging out with a girl. Melissa nodded her head in understanding. ”Alright,” she told him, wanting him to know that she had heard him and she understood. Even though he really needed to tell that to Scott, she knew that Stiles would tell him eventually. The boys had been angry with each other before and had always worked everything out, so she wasn’t at all worried about their friendship. Things would return to normal just as they always seemed to do. Still, Melissa noticed that something with Stiles wasn’t right. Sure, the boy was doing far better than he had been before, but he flinched when she placed her hand on him. He tried to pretend as though it hadn’t happened, but she had seen it. She would keep it to herself, knowing that Scott didn’t need to know about it.

The son of Claudia Stilinski gazed over at her as he told her that he was good and he swore it. He then stated that he had a test early in the morning and he should probably try and get some studying done. He said he was going to go home and Melissa immediately caught him in his lie. First of all, she was a mother, she knew, and secondly, it was Friday night. He didn’t have any tests in the morning, unless her days were really screwed up. Melissa paused a moment as Stiles got up and walked out of the room before she got up and went after him. ”Stiles,” she called gently as she caught up to him. Before she could remind herself of how he had reacted before, she reached out and gently grabbed his arm. She stopped him from walking further down the hallway towards the stairs before she moved up to him and stood before him. She looked down at him a bit, her eyes showing her weaknesses, all of them, before she moved forward, wrapping her arms around her surrogate son.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 496
Notes; I'm giving myself feelings, help!

Melissa waited to see how Stiles would react to her embrace. She hadn’t hugged the boy in quite some time, but he hadn’t looked like he needed It until that moment. Before when he was tired, she knew what was going on, she knew how she needed to react and a hug was not what he needed, but some sleep, then the Nogitsune happened. He was like a real life Boogeyman or a real Freddie Kruger. He attacked Stiles when he was asleep, haunting him in his dreams and turning them into nightmares before he finally got enough energy to take him over, or he finally chose when the right time was. Melissa had never been so angry and afraid for her son’s best friend. She had been worried when it looked like he had what his mother had been diagnosed with, but having the Nogitsune was far more terrifying to her. Not only because the Oni had hurt many of those she loved and cared for, as well as killed Allison, but because of what it was doing to Stiles who was awake in his head the whole time.

Finally, the embrace took effect and Stiles broke down in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight as he cried into her shoulder. She held him close, keeping him up right just in case his knees gave out. She had dealt with this kind of crying with Scott after Allison died. He hadn’t shown it among his friends, but with her, he broke down and she held him pretty much until he fell asleep in her arms. It had been a time and a half trying to carry him to bed. Werewolf muscles made a kid heavy. Of course, Stiles hadn’t expressed any of this type of emotion. She knew he hadn’t because he was hardly alone and he didn’t want to be like this in front of his dad. She knew that he tried to stay strong so his father didn’t worry, but his father worried anyway. Melissa kept her arms wrapped around him, holding him close and holding on to him tightly as he finally let lose all of the emotions that he had kept locked inside of him these past several months. She was glad that he had done this with her and not at school or in his Jeep on the side of the road.

Stiles apologized and Melissa shook her head, gently running her fingers along his beck. ”No, Stiles, there’s no need to be sorry. You’re alright, just let it all out,” she spoke gently as she held him, pouring all of her motherly attention onto the boy. She gently ran the hand on her back through his now shaggy hair before she gently continued to rub his back. There was no way she would let him go home now. The boy would be exhausted after this and as such, she could sleep in the guest bedroom since she was sure Scott would be home eventually. ”It’s okay, Stiles, it’s okay,” she murmured to him as she held the taller boy. She wasn’t sure what all she could say and wasn’t sure if there was anything that she could say so she did what she knew would be best for the moment and hugged him close, letting him cry into the shoulder of her robe. It wouldn’t matter much to her, there had been many tears shed on this robe between Scott’s and her own already, adding Stiles’ wouldn’t be a big deal.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 595
Notes; Augh. Emotions.

When Melissa heard Scott stutter out that he believed it was his fault Allison died, she nearly felt her heart break in her chest. So this was what had been bothering him. The poor boy. He blamed himself for what happened and Melissa wasn’t shocking in the slightest. After all, she knew that she had blamed herself for what had happened with Scott when he was a baby when Raphael was drunk. She blamed herself, even though it wasn’t her fault and this was one of those moments in regard to Stiles. She kept her firm grip on him, having felt his knees start to give out on him. She kept her arms wrapped around him. She shook her head and opened her mouth to respond to him, opened her mouth to tell him that he was wrong when he spoke again after calming himself. He said that Scott hated him for what happened with Allison.

It was then that Melissa definitely felt her heart break. Now not only in Stiles’ mind was Allison’s death his fault, but now he believed that Scott felt the same way. Melissa knew that that wasn’t true. She and her son had talked about it and Scott never for a second thought that it was Stiles fault. ”Stiles, sweetheart, that’s not true,” she murmured to him as she held him close. He had stopped crying now, but she knew that he still felt like crap. He had bottled this up for so long, he would probably feel better the more he spoke to her, the more he told her about what was going on in his head. It truly hurt her and to be honest, she could only hope that she would get to talk to Scott and tell him to talk to his friend without telling him about this moment. She knew that Stiles would never want Scott to know about this, but she digressed.

The distraught boy spoke once again, saying that if he hadn’t been weak that maybe the Nogitsune would have never possessed him. Melissa frowned as she wrapped her arms around Stiles. He spoke again, saying that he was sorry for dumping everything on her and that he knew she had enough on her plate and didn’t need his problems on top of hers. She shook her head before moving away a bit so that she could look him in the face. ”No, Stiles. You are not weak. You’re one of the strongest people I know, and I know werewolves,” she told him, smiling a little. ”I promise you two things, alright? Scott does not blame you for what happened to Allison, and, you can always dump this sort of stuff on me, alright? I’m a mom, I’m made to handle this kind of thing. I may not be your mom, lord knows your mother would be far better at this than I am, but…but I hope I’m a decent substitute,” she told him, looking into his eyes, a small smile on her face.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 508
Notes; Oh my lord, the feelings.

The Stilinski boy didn’t listen to Melissa as he refuted her statement. He said that he was weak since no one else had gotten possessed. He asked if it was because he was the only human with a pack of wolves, a banshee, and a kitsune. She frowned a bit, not sure how to answer at first before he asked again if it was someone’s crazy way of telling him that he didn’t belong with them because he got the message loud and clear. Melissa frowned, keeping her arms wrapped around her surrogate son, holding him close to her. ”Sweetie, you weren’t possessed because you were the only human, that may have been a factor since I don’t think they’d have been able to possess the other creatures, but you’re the only person that I had complete and utter faith in to survive. I doubt Scott would have been able to handle it if he had been human. You are far stronger than you give yourself credit for. You’ve been through so many things in your life, and yes being only human sucks in a world full of supernatural creatures, but you’re the best human to be running with those wolves,” she whispered to him as she held him close.

Stiles told Melissa that he missed his mother and she nodded her head, as she moved so that she was hugging him once again. ”Me too,” she whispered to him as she held him. Despite how Melissa knew that she was supposed to be the strong one here, she felt her ears well up with tears. Claudia would have handled this so much better than she did, she and Stiles’ father. Claudia…it was like she knew what was going on in Beacon Hills but didn’t want to say anything about it. When she was…getting worse, she would say things that didn’t make sense and Melissa, at the time, had assumed it had to do with her illness, but now she realized that perhaps she knew more than she let on her life because she was worried about the number of people who would assume she was a giant bucket of crazy, which was understandable. Melissa thought she was crazy too when she saw Scott turn into a werewolf. Then, it took her a while to wrap her head around it and accept it, but the moment she did, life became easier and to be honest, it made so much more sense.

It wasn’t long until Stiles told Melissa that she was so scared and tired all the time now. He told her that he hated it before asking why he couldn’t be normal for once. Melissa sighed gently, gently resting her cheek on his head a moment before she moved her head back, but kept her arms around him. ”You know, Stiles, if there is one thing I did know about your mother, it was that she thought being normal was overrated. She raised you the way she did, when she could, because being normal was overrated and there was no need for anyone to be normal.” She paused. ”And it’s okay to be scared… I now I’m scared a lot of the time, not just because of all this werewolf business…but…for other reasons that I should only be worried about,” she said with a small smile in his direction. ”Are you sleeping okay?” She asked him, her voice almost barely above a whisper as she kept her eyes on him, watching him to see if she could catch him in a lie.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 599
Notes; So...uh...yeaaahh...