Please [Melissa McCall]

Exhausted. That was one word to describe Melissa McCall. Her legs were sore, her feet were sore and she was ready to take a long bubble bath and be done with it. Of course, that wasn’t as fate would have it. Melissa had just gotten home and closed the front door when she heard a car in the driveway. Or rather the screeching of tires. She stopped, confused as she pulled off her scrub top, leaving her in a tank top. She looked at the door before hearing someone yell for Scott to open the door to their home. Instantly, Melissa realized that voice to belong to Stiles Stilinski, Scott’s best friend and the young son of her best friend, Sheriff Stilinski.

The woman moved for the door and opened it, eyes wide. “Stiles! Sweetheart, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” She asked him as she moved out of the way for him to come inside. Given what he was wearing, she doubted that he didn’t want to come inside. Plus, he looked so distraught Melissa was more than willing to let him in and stay at the house if he wanted to. She hoped that nothing had happened to the Sheriff. She assumed that it wasn’t Scott since, well, he had been yelling for him, but Scott wasn’t home. She didn’t know what had happened, but she had a feeling that she was going to find out. Well…unless Stiles decided to do that thing he did when he didn’t want people to know what he was feeling and all of that crap. He liked to be strong and Melissa understood that, but, she just wanted him to be okay.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 280
Notes; Ahh everyone loves some good Mama McCall/Stiles Stilinski angst

It was a little shocking when Melissa stood there and looked at Stiles. Still, judging by how quickly he was breathing and how panicked he look, she could only deduce what was happening. He looked at her, his eyes pleading with her. He begged for her help, although he could only get out the word “please.” Instantly, Melissa knew what to do. She was kneeling down beside him, placing her hands on his shoulders. ”It’s going to be okay, Stiles, it’s going to be okay,” she told him before she picked up his hand and placed it on her chest, right above her heart. She began to take a deep breaths, moving her other hand to force him to look at her. She took deep breaths in perfect pace to calm him down. She nodded so he knew to breathe with her. ”Focus on my breathing and my heart beat,” she told him.

While Melissa had a feeling that this wouldn’t exactly help everyone, she knew that it helped most. If it really wasn’t going to work she had a plan B but it really one that she dind’t want to go. Sure, it had the shock factor, but it also had a bit of pain that went with it. Was it perfect? No, but generally it worked regardless of the attack. Still it wasn’t exactly…medically sound, but it did the job that it needed to do. It surprised the person and shocked them into holding their breath. The last thing Melissa wanted to do was hurt Stiles, but hey, if it worked, it worked. His health was more important than a brief moment of pain. She just hoped he didn’t hold it against her.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 287
Notes; EMOTIOOOOON

There was a moment that Stiles seemed to be trying, he really did, but in the end he looked up at her, that helpless look in his eyes that she had seen time and time again, making her briefly panic. ”Okay, it’s okay. It’ll be okay,” she told him again before she tried to search her mind as fast as she could for another route that was more appropriate for the situation but it didn’t work. She nearly screamed in frustration at what she knew she had to do before she looked at the boy in front of her, struggling hard to try and breathe and it was getting nowhere. She sighed heavily. ”Stiles, I am so sorry,” she told him before she swung her arm back and smacked him.

The sound rang through the house and it made Melissa physically wince before she looked at Stiles, who looked as stunned as could be. Now Melissa had to wait to see if he started breathing again and if he could yell at her. Sadly, nothing medical really went through her head so that she could soundly figure out how to stop someone from having a panic attack, aside from smothering them or knocking them unconscious, which medicines of course so she did what she thought she could do without them. When that didn’t work, she had to jump to drastic measures.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 233
Notes; MELISSA FEELS SO BAAAAAAAAAD.

A gentle sigh escaped Melissa’s lips as Stiles stopped hyperventilating after she slapped him. He sat there, stunned and staring at her before he asked her she had done it. She sighed before she moved closer, wanting to make sure that she didn’t do anything too forward or he would flinch away from her. She looked at him, looked into his eyes and showed him how sorry she truly was. ”I’m so sorry, Stiles. I just, without my medical equipment, I couldn’t do anything else. I had to shock you to the point where you would hold your breath, even for a moment,” she told him, trying to make him feel better, trying to make him understand that she didn’t want to hurt him and she just wanted him to snap out of his panic attack.

Melissa looked away from Stiles and down at the floor in front of her knees. ”You’ve already been through so much, you know I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t have to,” she further explained before she looked back up at him with her sad brown eyes. Of course, Stiles would realize she was sorry and she hadn’t meant to be menacing, but with how, apparently, emotional he had been lately, she mentally prepared herself for whatever backlash she would receive, if any.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 222
Notes; SO MUCH SADNESS

Melissa looked over at who she pretty much adopted as her own the moment he was born. He was, of course, loved by both of his parents, but he had been loved by Melissa as well. Being best friends with his parents sort of led her to do such a thing. Still, she loved him, just as Claudia and the Sheriff did Scott. So when Stiles raised his hand slowly and touched his cheek, Melissa swore a part of her heart broken. She had never felt this much guilt before. Okay, that was a lie, one other time she felt guilt worse than what she was feeling now and that was when she pushed Scott away when she found out he was a werewolf.

Stiles told Melissa that he knew before he moved towards her, scooting forward before he buried himself into her arms. ”Oh Stiles,” she whispered as she pulled him close, holding him against her. ”What on Earth happened?” She asked him quietly, holding him to her comfortingly and protectively. She assumed he ran into someone who had threatened him or he had had a nightmare or something of that nature. Little did she know it would be something that was far worse, at least in Stiles’ eyes.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 212
Notes; N/A

Melissa held Stiles protectively in her arms as he buried himself there. She did what she could, comforting him without using words before she had asked him what was wrong. He told her that “he” came back. She frowned, wondering what on earth he was talking about, but didn’t say anything out loud. She waited for him to respond and after a moment, he did, saying that he was talking about the Nogitsune. She forced herself to stay relaxed as he said that he had had a dream that was too real and his father hadn’t been home so he had to get out of the house. Melissa nodded her head. “It’s okay, Stiles, it’s okay. He’s not coming back. He’s gone. Scott and you made sure of it, remember?” She asked him quietly, still holding him tightly, yet gently as she tried to sooth his fears.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 148
Notes; N/A

Melissa frowned a little when Stiles told her that the Nogitsune was a thousand year old demon. She was aware, but said nothing as she kept holding the boy, horrified at the mere thought of this demon returning. She didn’t want to think about that ever happening again. No, she wanted to think that perhaps Scott and Stiles had destroyed it and that was just the way that it was. She trusted the young man in her arms and her son to do what was necessary, but when Stiles told her that he wasn’t sure that they got rid of him, she worried even further and made a mental note to go to Deaton or Scott to talk about such a thing.

The woman kept holding the boy, hoping that he would be okay before he asked her if she could spend the night. She smiled and nodded her head. “Of course you can, Stiles,” she said with a small smile.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 162
Notes; N/A