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notajennytumbles · 2 years

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fic: like i’m gonna lose you (1/1)

Pairing: Argent/Melissa (Teen Wolf)

Rating: PG-ish

Disclaimer: I don’t own Teen Wolf or “Like I’m Gonna Lose You.” I wish I did.

Author’s Note: So I’m entirely late to the party but I just binge-watched all of Teen Wolf for the first time this month and was immediately obsessed with these two. They’re so perfect, awkward, and sweet together. And I love the fact that parents get to have love stories too!

That said, there were gaps that needed to be filled in (hello, 6x13 and 6x16) with this pairing. This takes place post-6x16 because we know Argent visited Melissa in the hospital. Right??? (Also: It’s been years since I’ve written fic and the first time I’ve written these two so hope you all enjoy.)

The house is too quiet now.

Chris listens intently for noise beyond the front windows but Monroe — or whoever she sent to attack the McCall house — is long gone. So he turns his attention to the woman whose shoulders he’s gripping tightly. Her body is limp and she’s not speaking, and this is when Chris begins to worry. It’s a slow icy concern that flows from the top of his head to his toes.

“Mom? Mom?”

Scott’s eyes are darting wildly between his mother’s figure and the pool of blood Chris now sees seeping from beneath her.

“We need to get her to a hospital. Now.” It’s Malia who is compartmentalizing, rising to her feet and shaking the glass from her hair, her jacket. Her eyes scan the room quickly and she assesses the damage. “Scott, your dad is down. Lydia? Mason?”

Scott is still looking between his mother and the blood. Chris moves one of his hands, still gripping her shoulders, to the side of her neck. A pulse. She has a pulse. “She’s breathing,” he says, but can’t seem to move her or himself. He’s never understood why people often say they’re frozen with fear until now.

But Malia, thank God for Malia, drags Scott to his feet. “Help me,” she instructs, and the two assess Lydia and Mason’s injuries. They’re hurt but not as gravely as Rafael and Melissa. Somewhere in the last few seconds, Malia has managed to dial 911 and informs the room that ambulances are on their way. “ETA is three minutes,” she says.

As Scott moves toward his father, Malia moves toward Chris. She kneels down beside him and gently grabs his shoulders to sit him up. He’s still gripping Melissa. And this is when Malia steps in front of him over the pool of blood — Melissa’s blood, Chris thinks — kneels down, and puts her hands gently over his. Malia looks Chris in the eye with equal parts concern and sternness. “Paramedics are going to be here soon for her.” She exhales slowly. “I’m going to ride in the ambulance that takes Lydia and Mason. But you need to be with Scott. Please.”

Malia’s eyes are pleading with him in a way Chris hasn’t seen before. Ah, of course. She is in love with Scott. She will do anything for Scott. Chris nods wordlessly and, Malia opens her mouth to say something but then closes it as flashing lights and sirens approach the house.

***

Scott is pacing outside as first responders load his family and friends into ambulances. Chris, meanwhile, is standing next to Melissa’s gurney watching a young paramedic slide an oxygen mask over Melissa’s face. Her breathing is shallow but she’s breathing. And she’s stretching out her fingers right now, shakily, toward Chris. He steps closer, takes her hand in his. Her fingers are darkened from dried blood but he brings her hand to his lips anyway, kisses her knuckles and fingertips gently. Her eyes are barely opened but she smiles, just faintly.

“We’re gonna move her now,” the paramedic informs Chris, unlocking the gurney wheels. Chris nods but doesn’t let go of Melissa’s hand until they have to load her into the ambulance with Rafael. Malia says something to Scott, kisses his cheek quickly, and then trots toward the ambulance with Lydia and Mason in it.

Scott looks at Chris, dark eyes threatening to spill over with tears at any moment. Wordlessly, Chris ushers Scott into the ambulance, toward his mother. Scott grasps one of Melissa’s hands in both of his, closes his eyes and he can see what he’s doing right then — he’s taking her pain.

Chris steps into the ambulance, doors shutting behind him, and sits beside Scott. He puts his arm around the young man, whose head bends forward toward his mother. And he hears him whisper: “Please, I need you. I need you.”

Chris takes a long, shuddering breath and forces himself to look at the roof of the ambulance so he doesn’t cry. He keeps his arm around Scott almost the entire way to the hospital and Scott keeps his eyes on his mom. But there’s a moment where he looks at Chris and says: “You need her too. Don’t you?”

Chris’ blue eyes must be glassy because Scott nods as if Chris had actually responded. For the first time in what seems like hours, Chris speaks softly: “She’s going to be okay. She’s a fighter.”

Scott actually smiles slightly at that. “Yeah. She is.”

***

Lydia grips Malia’s hand and squeezes once before the redhead is ushered away into surgery. Mason’s gurney travels by after. Then Rafael’s. Malia hugs her arms around her midsection and sidesteps the hospital staff who are wheeling Melissa past her. Scott follows that gurney past where civilians are actually allowed, and no one objects.

Chris is left standing in the middle of the hallway, awkwardly, so Malia grabs his arm and steers him toward the general waiting area. She practically pushes him into a chair and sits beside him. “You wanna talk about it?”

Chris leans forward, elbows propped up on his knees. He’s a little bit grateful for Malia’s bluntness, her honesty, and her ability to spring into action. So he answers her honestly: “This is my fault. I should have protected her.”

Malia frowns, confused. “You did,” she insists. “You shielded her. I watched you practically throw yourself on top of her to get her out of the way.”

Shaking his head, Chris continues: “If I’d protected her, it would be me on that gurney. Not her.”

Malia stares at him, then off into the distance, then back again at him. She sniffs once, and Chris thinks she’s getting emotional. But Malia waits a minute before responding, her face and voice shifting to compassion. “I can smell it, you know.”

“Fear?” Chris asks, voice low and scratchy. “Guilt?” He scrubs a face over his beard and doesn’t expect what Malia gently says next.

“Love.”

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Scott returns to the waiting room a few moments later. “She’s in surgery now,” he says, sinking into one of the arm chairs. Malia stares intently at him as he continues: “So it’ll be hours before there’s an update.” Scott glances at Chris: “Argent, you need to sleep. I’ll call you if anything changes. But there’s nothing we can do.”

“Okay,” Chris replies, his voice wavering slightly with emotion. “Call me.” He adds: “Please.”

Scott nods and rises from the chair, catching Chris by the elbow before wrapping his arms around the man. Chris hesitates for the briefest moment before gripping Scott back tightly. “She’s going to be okay,” Scott whispers, though it’s unclear to Chris whether he believes it or just needs to reiterate it to himself like a mantra.

Still, Chris looks Scott in the eyes, cups the side of his face and says: “She will be.”

Malia rubs Chris’ arm in farewell before sitting next to Scott and reaching for his hands. And as Chris exits the hospital, he exhales for what feels like the first time all night.

***

Chris doesn’t want to go back to his apartment or the bunker, so he returns to the McCall house. Windows are shattered, and as he steps through the back door, Chris surveys the damage. His stomach churns slightly at the blood on the floor — he’s used to gore in his line of work. But knowing whose blood it is? He shakes his head and clears his throat even though he’s the only one in the house. The ground is littered with glass, shattered to the point that the floor looks like it’s covered in ice.

He thought about the last time he’d been here before tonight.

“You don’t have to go,” Melissa said softly, hand trailing from his bicep to his elbow. Argent’s face was still so close to hers. She took a breath before turning on her heels back into the house, looking over her shoulder once. Melissa placed her weapon on the kitchen counter, sure that fiddling with it wasn’t the best idea. Her stomach was churning with nerves, so she braced herself on the kitchen counter and closed her eyes for a moment. Was she… seducing him? Oh God. She was.

“Are you sure?”

He was standing in the doorway of the house, this hilariously gruff man looking incredibly uncertain at what he’d just been told. Despite her nervousness, a smile played on Melissa’s lips, and she asked: “Do you want to stay?”

Argent actually smiled at her, then, like he had a few moments prior when they both admitted they’d wanted to call each other. You know. Like teenagers. It was a smile that launched swooping butterflies in the pit of her stomach because no, Melissa was not too old to get them.

He unconsciously licked his lips and countered: “Should we keep answering each other’s questions with more questions?”

He didn’t move any closer, and Melissa stayed where she was too. She tilted her head, surveying him. “Hmm. Might get old pretty quickly.” Argent looked down at his feet, squarely on the threshold, and Melissa had to laugh then.

Argent looked up with a mix of bemusement and nervousness. “What?”

“I was just thinking that the teenagers we’re surrounded by every day have a better grasp on how to handle awkward situations than we do.”

Argent hummed, smiling. “True.”

“So what do you want?” Melissa asked. When Argent looked taken aback, she clarified: “Sorry, that came out harshly. I mean… now. Here. At this moment. Right now.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a second then held her hands up in front of her like a defense. “I don’t know half of what you’ve been through.”

At this, Argent’s bright blue eyes visibly softened. Melissa wanted to take a step toward him but thought better and continued: “I just… I feel like I ambushed you in the train station. Maybe that wasn’t what you needed. Or maybe it was exactly what you needed. I don’t know, because we never talked about it. But it was what I needed.”

“It was?” Argent asked.

Melissa raised her eyebrows daringly. “Uh, yeah. It’s been… a while. And I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but you’re a very good kisser.” Argent smiled again, broadly this time. Melissa took a breath and willed herself to keep her feet planted on the floor and not throw herself (again) at the very attractive man standing in front of her. “But it was more than just you being incredibly hot in the moment.” (Here, Argent smiled again.) “And it was more than just a hell of a kiss. For me, at least. It was… feeling connected to someone again. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the kind of connection I feel… with… you.”

Oh God, she was stumbling and maybe this was going horribly wrong.

Argent responded in a low voice and oh, it was seriously taking everything in Melissa right now not to just jump him: “I feel the same way. I just… didn’t expect this. It’s surprising. You’re surprising.”

She smirked at that. His eyes searched hers as he continued. “I’m not… good. At this. It’s been a long time. Since…” Argent trailed off and Melissa knew he wouldn't say his dead wife’s name in her presence.

Melissa took a deep breath. “I don’t fully understand what you’ve been through. I never will. But…” She wished they were standing closer so that she could hold onto his arms, squeeze his hands, and reassure him with her touch. But maybe that would make things worse. So instead she met his gaze with vulnerability and sincerity. “I want to… try. For the first time in a long time, I want to try with someone. And not just someone.”

Argent inhaled and nodded. “Me too.” Melissa’s biting her lip nervously when he replies: “I want that too. With you.”

And then she smiled, and it was in relief and also in anticipation, because she wants to figure things out with this man. And she hasn’t wanted to figure out the hard stuff and the good stuff with someone in a while. She drew boundaries to protect herself. After her divorce, she’s tiptoed around romance. Always protecting herself and Scott. Always being cautious. But in the last few weeks, it’s become clear — she can protect herself, but Argent would also do anything to protect her. His loyalty to her is unwavering. It’s a truth that Melissa holds onto, tucks away into the corner of her heart she didn’t expect to open again.

She smiled coyly as she wiggled her hands in front of her, a teasing gesture. “You know, I made the first move. So you’re going to have to come to me this time.”

Argent pretended to contemplate this for a second, then covered the distance between them in a few strides, took her hands in his and kissed each one. Melissa could have melted at this gun-toting man whose feathery kisses on her hands feel like the most romantic thing in the world. He cradled her face with his hands then, and kissed her deeply. Melissa made a contented noise as he teased her bottom lip with his tongue. In the back of her mind, somewhere, she tried to remember where Scott was and prayed he wouldn’t be returning home to the sight of her and Argent fully making out in the kitchen. Poor kid. After all the supernatural stuff, that would be the thing to drive him to therapy.

It was as intense as the train station, with his hands sliding down her back and her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer. She chuckled at the low noise of approval in the back of his throat. But there was something else there, too. Not just passion but… hope. Contentedness. They broke apart after a few more minutes, lightly kissing each others’ noses and cheeks.

When Melissa threaded her fingers through Argent’s and led him up the stairs, he hesitated momentarily outside of her room before she clarified: “Oh, no, not that yet.” She looked mildly embarrassed. “Can we actually just… sleep? I’m exhausted. Turns out being around a monster with no DNA that amplifies fear really takes it out of you.” She squeezed his hand once and gestured toward the gun on his holster. “Plus I feel like we’ve established your protection gives more… What was the word? Kick? I think having a knight in… a leather jacket close by is a good idea.”

He laughed, low and rumbly and Melissa thinks she could listen to that for the rest of her life. “You make valid points, Melissa.”

In her room, Melissa shrugged out of her cardigan and didn't bother to change out of her scrubs. Argent watched as she took off her watch, folded down the covers, and fluffed her pillows. She gestured toward her closet as if she knew what he was about to ask, and he hung up his jacket and removed his boots and holster.

Argent watched her settle under the covers, her mass of dark curly hair splayed out on the pillow. She looked at him with that soft Melissa McCall trademark smile, patted the other side of the bed, and yawned. Argent’s lips twitched into an affectionate smile and he climbed into the bed beside her. They turned, faced each other and Melissa brought a hand up to stroke his face, his beard. Her eyes were so warm, no judgment or confusion. Just…

He was holding his breath and didn’t even realize it. The gesture was so tender and soft, and it’d been too long since a woman’s touch felt that gentle and comforting. He trailed his hand from Melissa’s shoulder down the side of her body. She shivered slightly, but then his fingertips found her hip, and he rubbed slow, rhythmic circles there until she fell asleep.

***

Scott has a plan to get Chris around the whole “no visitors except immediate family” hospital policy. He tells him as much when he calls. “She’s out of surgery, and she’s recovering. She’s going to be okay.”

Chris leans against the wall of the McCall kitchen, steadies himself, and rubs a hand through his hair. “Thank God.”

“I know she’ll want to see you,” Scott says slowly and carefully. There’s a lightness in his voice again, even though he’s still clearly emotional. “And they won’t let you because it’s family only, but I have an idea. Have you met Corey?”

Chris thinks he’d seen it all until he meets Corey in the waiting room of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, who then explains that he’s a chameleon. Who apparently becomes invisible. The young man’s energy is a bit frantic since Mason was also shot. Malia puts a hand on Corey’s shoulder, and Scott puts one on his other. They tell him to take a deep breath, that Mason is fine, and that he’ll see him soon.

“But first, I need you to do me a favor,” Scott says, looking at Chris. “Can you take him to my mom’s room?”

Corey smiles at Chris tentatively and nods. “Sure. Of course. Anything I can do.”

Scott returns Corey’s smile and holds up a finger, gesturing that he needs a moment alone with Chris before they depart. Scott steers the man to the side and pauses before he speaks, contemplating his words carefully. “You… and my mom…” he starts. If this were any other circumstance, he and Chris would trade some sort of snark or laughter or joke. Instead, Scott’s frowning in contemplation. “I don’t know why, but I never expected this. I should have, given how much time you guys have spent together lately but…” he trails off, lost in thought.

Chris waits for a moment before Scott locks eyes with the former hunter and gently grabs his arm. “I feel it whenever I’m in the same room as you guys these days. I feel something different and until tonight I didn’t really know what it was.” Scott opens and closes his mouth before slightly chuckling: “I can’t believe I didn’t get it sooner. How much you two care about each other. How afraid you are to lose each other. I… I haven’t felt that kind of raw emotion since…”

Chris takes a breath and holds onto Scott’s arm. His blue eyes are gentle and his voice is barely above a whisper. “I know.”

Scott’s own eyes are swimming with tears and he swallows, nods resolutely. “You’re good, Argent.” Scott pauses and corrects himself: “Chris. You’re good — for her, for all of us. And you shouldn’t ever doubt that.”

Chris is too proud to let himself cry in front of Scott, so he does the next best thing and nods furiously before enveloping him in a hug. He sees Malia watching with a smile and Corey awkwardly awaiting his instructions. Chris claps Scott on the back a few times before breaking the hug.

“Go see her,” Scott says, ushering Corey over. The young man grabs Chris’ hand and the two vanish.

***

Melissa is covered in tubes and wires. Corey lets go of Chris’ hand once they’re inside the room, but he doesn’t leave until Chris says: “Go see Mason.” Then the young man nods and vanishes into thin air.

Chris pulls a chair close to Melissa’s bed and just watches her for a moment. She’s really pale and it scares him to see her alive but so drained of life. She stirs and her eyes open slowly. “Hey you,” she rasps out. “You’re here.”

Chris takes one of her hands in his, carefully avoiding the tubes. “I’m here.” He tilts his head to study her. “And I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Melissa asks. But as Chris rubs his thumb over her hand, realization dawns on her and she says: “No, you’re not blaming yourself for this.”

Even while sedated and recovering from major surgery, Melissa is still stern. Chris, meanwhile, responds: “I can’t help it.” He pauses, then says: “I hate seeing you like this. I can’t do anything.”

The brunette woman exhales steadily. “Come here,” she insists. Chris looks confused but she clarifies by using her free hand to pat the bed. “Come here,” she reiterates.

Chris eyes the bed which is narrow and covered in tubes and hesitates. “I don’t think…”

Melissa glares at him and quips: “You’re going to deny the request of a woman who just got shot?”

That remark hits Chris squarely in the chest for two reasons: the gravity of the situation and how damn endearing she could still be while in pain. “Never,” he assures her before rising from his chair and assessing the best way to proceed. He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over the chair. He kicks off his boots and removes his holster, feeling a sense of déjà vu as he does.

Melissa looks up at him with a weary smile and he gently maneuvers his tall frame into the bed, delicately ducking under tubes and wires, careful not to jostle Melissa. It’s a tight squeeze and impossible to be comfortable. But he doesn’t care and, more importantly, neither does she.

She’s on her back, breathing through the nasal cannula. And he’s on his side, facing her. He’s afraid to touch her, afraid to hurt her, afraid that he’ll unplug one of the many things she has in her body right now. She can sense he’s overthinking because she finds his hands with one of hers. That relaxes him. And her. He’s facing her shoulder so he kisses her hospital gown lightly, keeps his nose there, closes his eyes, and breathes in.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispers. She inhales deeply. “It’s not your fault, and if I have to tell you that every single day for the rest of our lives, I will. I’ll do it. It’ll get really annoying for you, but I’ll do it.”

Chris closes his eyes, nuzzles his face into her shoulder before responding: “That won’t be necessary.”

“Good. Good.” She’s struggling to keep her eyes open, she says: “I’m glad you were with me. And I’m glad you’re here.”

Chris watches Melissa’s eyes flutter and close, and he finally rests.

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azraphels · 22 days

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Peter: When I was married, you know what often said to me?

Stiles: Please stop sleeping with other people?

Derek: were you married?!

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ilovewriting06 · 6 days

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Mischief and Angel- Part 10

"Let me get this right, not only are Gerard and Kate back, but this child, this random child that just so happens to look like a perfect mix of both of you, showed up and then forged a parental bond with both of you? Not only that, but her birthdate lines up with the baby you miscarried and she's practically named after Claudia?"

I nod as my hand tightens around Stiles, "Yeah, pretty much sums it all up."

I'm met with a blank stare before Mom turns to her right to look at Noah, "You have any questions, Noah?"

Noah scratches his chin and leans back in his recliner, "I have multiple, but I'm not shocked about Gerard and Kate, nor am I shocked about the parental bond thing, I'm shocked that Y/n went through a miscarriage, and we had no idea."

I look down at my socks as Stiles moves his hand to rub small circles on my thigh as he more than likely glares at his dad, "Dad, can we not with this right now, or ever? You don't understand the pain she feels every time the baby we lost is directly brought up."

I glance up to see Noah and Mom frown as they look at me before Mom nods, "Okay, I'm sorry Sweetheart, we won't mention it again. At least we'll try not to."

Noah nods in agreement before Mom's face breaks into a wide grin as she moves to the edge of her seat, "So, when do I get to meet my granddaughter?"

At the mention of Lola I perk up and smile before standing from the couch, "Right now, I'll go and get her from Amelia."

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I close the basement door behind me as I walk towards the living room and Lola happily flings her little rabbit around until she sees Stiles. As soon as they make eye contact she screeches out a happy little sound and flings her rabbit, successfully smacking me in the face before I save it from falling onto the floor. I chuckle as she holds her hands out in Stiles' direction, "I think she has a favorite."

When I get to Stiles, Lola practically swan dives from my arms and into Stiles' awaiting arms. He wraps his arms around her as she babbles nonsense as if she's telling the most exciting story.

Stiles' smile never drops as he watches her every move before I hear a gasp, "She looks like a carbon copy of baby Stiles."

Stiles and I look over to see Noah with slightly damp eyes and Mom with a happy little smile. I glance at Stiles before looking back at Noah, "I know, I've tried to figure out if there was a way for the pregnancy to somehow transfer or something but I haven't found anything."

"Y/n..."

I turn and look at Stiles and frown, "I know, I know what you said but Stiles, I can feel it! We're missing a huge piece of the puzzle and I can't for the life of me figure it out."

Stiles sighs as he hands Lola her bunny that had been flung across the couch, "I just don't want you to get your hopes up, Angel. I don't want you to be hurt incase we're wrong."

I suck in a breath before releasing it with a 'woosh', "We're?"

I can see Stiles mentally face palm when he realizes what he said before he nods, "Yes, we're, I had the same exact thought the second that I saw her, but I didn't say anything because I don't want you to get hurt again."

I sink onto the couch and curl into Stiles' side and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder, "I know, and I love you for trying to protect me, but I honestly think we're right, I just don't know how it happened."

After a few seconds of silence Mom stands and makes her way over as she says, "Well, since that has been dealt with, may I hold my beautiful granddaughter? I've only been waiting for this day for almost 18 years."

I snort and roll my eyes as Stiles hands Lola to Mom with a chuckle, "Be careful, she loves to pull hair and will occasionally bite."

I nod quickly at that, "Dear God yes, especially if she knows you're a werewolf. It's nothing for her to start gnawing on my shoulder when I'm holding her. I think it's a self soothing technique but she has sharp little fox teeth."

Noah's eyes flick between me and Lola before he asks, "Fox teeth? She's not a werewolf?"

I wrap my arms around Stiles' arm before humming, "Mhmm, she's a werefox, which is extremely rare. It usually only happens when one parent is a were of some kind and the other is a kitsune, or carries the gene. It's another reason I firmly believe she is somehow the baby I thought I miscarried."

Mom moves to sit back in her chair and once she's settled she nods, "Because of the nogistune?"

I let out a snarl as I tighten my hold around Stiles, "Yeah, the nogistune is gone but his spark retained some of the fox spirit, just not the evilness of it."

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I laugh as Lola bites into Scott's arm with a tiny little squeak, "I told you not to take her rabbit!"

Scott hisses in pain as he tries to pry Lola off of his arm, "Leave it to you to have a kid that bites people."

I roll my eyes before making eye contact with Lola and flashing my eyes, "Let him go, Lola." She releases Scott's arm but she still looks suspicious as he hands her the bunny as a peace offering.

When she's got her little hands tightly around her bunny she looks to me and holds her arms out with a little whine. I smile as I walk over and pick her up out of Scott's arms, "It's alright Sweetheart, I want to bite Scott sometimes too. That doesn't mean we should though, it isn't nice, and he's your Uncle."

Lola blinks at me before babbling a string of unintelligible sounds but somehow I know she's complaining about Scott. I nod along before smoothing back her dark brown curls, "Yeah, I know, it was awfully rude of him to take your bunny."

Lola grunts before peaking over my shoulder and making the noise she makes when she wants something, "Ah."

I raise an eyebrow and turn around trying to figure out what she wants before I roll my eyes and start walking towards a grinning Stiles, "Yeah, yeah, lets go get Daddy, lord knows you can't survive five seconds without him."

"Da!"

I freeze mid step before looking at Stiles with wide eyes, "Did she just...?"

He nods slowly before walking over to us and peering down at Lola, "Lola, did you say Daddy?"

"Yah! Da!"

I blink again before breaking out in a wide smile, "Good job! Can you say, mama?"

She turns and blinks before looking back at Stiles, "Da. Da."

I can't help but sigh a little bit as Stiles takes her from me, "Yeah, that's Dada, or Daddy, not sure which one you're saying though."

Stiles bounces her before shooting me a small smile, "Hey, she'll be running around yelling Mama before you know it."

I press a quick kiss to his cheek before nodding, "Yeah, it's only a matter of time before she's walking, she's already standing on her own. God, it feels like we've had her for longer than a week."

"I know, I'm just glad Amelia isn't trying to fight us on custody or whatever it is that would happen."

I run a hand over Lola's hair with a soft smile, "She can't, Lola has to stay with us unless they want to deal with an unruly, temper tantrum throwing toddler until she hits five years old. Plus since we're alive and the parental bond wouldn't break unless we were, she'd run away to try and find us."

I follow Stiles back to the living room as he sits on the floor and leaning back against the couch before setting Lola down. I sink down beside him as Lola lets out a cute little squeak before dropping to all fours and crawling over to Kira. Kira smile and crouches down as she rubs Lola's cheek, "Hey there Lola, I'm Auntie Kira."

Lola smiles and giggles before turning around and crawling between every single person in the pack, including Amelia's pack. She makes her way between everyone, finally settling at Stiles and I's feet with her bunny and a couple other random toys.

As she plays Scott clears his throat, "Okay, now that everyone has met my adorable niece, we should probably figure out what the hell...sorry, heck, we're doing about Gerard and Kate."

I grab Stiles' hand and sigh knowing that there is going to be one hell of a showdown before it's all settled, hopefully with Gerard and Kate ashes on the wind.

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A/n- I know this one is short but the next part is where the real fun starts so I had to end this one a little shorter than I wanted. You also figure out the rest of Lola's story soon! I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

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s0urw00lf · 1 year

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Buried deep in Pt.3

Ngl y’all I have no idea where I was going with this so bare with me here and this took me 2 hours. Also this picks up literally right after the last chapter

Of course she didn’t know that, all she knew was the scream was very powerful. Y/n ran towards the room the scream echoed from and was met with sheriff stilinski and Scott who was roaring at who was supposed to be their teacher. She looked over and saw that stilinski had been stabbed in his shoulder causing her to gasp. Scott ran at Jessica with y/n right behind him orange glowing in my eyes and around my hands. Scott clawed at her and she dodged it then used some force to push him back sending him to the other part of the classroom into a pile of chairs causing blood to spurt out of his mouth. It angered y/n seeing her brother be tossed carelessly and the orange began to glow lighter. Y/n threw her hand out, making the woman fly back into the chalkboard. Y/n kept her up against the wall as she threateningly walked forward. Scott and Lydia both looked at the girl in surprise. “You hurt my friends, and.. you hurt my brother” y/n said, feeling miss Blake’s power fighting back against hers, but y/n didn't falter. Just then she saw stiles reach the classroom and her hold broke. Miss Blake did the same to y/n as she did Scott, and used a table to close the door shut so tiles didn’t enter. Sheriff picked up his gun and aimed it at the woman’ “There was a girl, years ago we found her in the woods,” the sheriff said.

Y/n fought trying to gain her balance back as her eyes had gone blurry. She hadn’t been paying much attention until she heard an ear-splitting cry. She looked up and saw the most horrendous creature, making her eyes go wide as the creature broke through the window and took the sheriff with him. Y/n was still having trouble balancing herself. “Scott, stiles” she called out breathily. They both looked towards the girl “I can- I can’t get up” stiles and Scott ran to her but she looked at both of them “Lydia, help Lydia” she said.

Both boys looked at each other, Scott nodded and got up to help the whimpering girl. “I’m sorry” y/n whispered to stiles. “For what?” He asked, bringing her head to his chest. “I had her, I had her and I got distracted” she said tiredly with tears in her eyes. Stiles shook his head also teary eyed “no, no it's not your fault, you did what you could and that's all i'd ever ask of you” he said kissing her head before helping the weak girl up. Scott came over to hug his sister, “were you ever gonna tell me?” He asked softly. “1. I didn’t know, it happened after I left during the meeting. 2. Even if I had you wouldn’t have believed me” she said jokingly, too tired to be upset. Scott shook his head and put one of her arms around his neck to help support her. “You need some rest, no more powers until you’ve rested” Scott commanded, y/n groaned about to argue, but stiles cut her off “that’s an order” he said. Y/n looked at both of them in disbelief as she sighed and dropped her head.

Once they got home y/n crashed out for almost 2 days. She had only woken up because she had gotten a very bad feeling. As soon as she was aware she was talked into a vision.

She’d been in the middle of the woods, just walking mindlessly. Until she soon came to an abnormally huge stump, where she waited hours and hours, before snapping out of the vision. When she came to her senses she looked at her surroundings and realized she was really at the stump, she looked up at the moon and felt a surge of power. All of her senses had been heightened, she felt stiles close by, she followed the trail and was led underground where she felt several others who were all panicked. Y/n rushed towards them and just in time caught the collapsing ceiling. The orange aura surrounded the entirety of the place creating a shield strong enough to keep the failing in place. Y/n who wasn’t in her normal mind began muttering something over and over. Everyone in the room began to look at each other in surprise while Allison and stiles looked at her, one loving gaze and one of pure shock “oh my god” Allison muttered.

Everyone looked at her as if they were saying ‘what?’ Allison's shocked face had begun scaring stiles “hey what does ‘oh my god’ mean? Is it a good ‘oh my god’ or is it a bad ‘oh my god’” he asked. “She’s a protector witch” she said “one of the most powerful when protecting those she loves” she said smiling. Just then y/n screamed, making everyone cover their ears. Y/n had been connected to Scott and right at the same time they had become just that much more powerful. The place they were in slowly began to rebuild itself as everyone watched in amazement, before the girl fell to her knees her mom and stiles rushed forward, Melissa checked her pulse and felt her daughter’s burning skin. “Is she okay?” Stiles asked what everyone was thinking. Melissa shook her head “I mean she’s burning up but her heart is beating strong” she said looking at her daughter. Just then y/n shot up “Scott” she said, everyone looked at her in confusion before Isaac asked “what’s wrong with Scott?” Y/n looked at him and smiled proudly “he’s a true alpha now”. At that moment Stiles' phone rang, he answered it immediately “Scott” he said, y/n didn’t really feel like straining her ears to hear Scott on the other line. “Yeah we're okay, we're all okay” he said looking around at his friends. “How about you? You okay?” He asked. “You think you could come get us?” He asked. “Great okay, and you bring a ladder, '' he said, looking around, making everybody laugh.

They waited for about 20 minutes before Scott showed up with a ladder as requested, everyone climbed out. Even y/n with a little help from Isaac and his werewolf strength. When y/n got up she was a bit wobbly but was caught off guard by Scott hugging her tight to which she immediately returned. “I felt you helping me,” he said. “Well I couldn’t just leave my favorite sibling hanging could i?” She said smiling. He pulled away and looked behind her, making eye contact with stiles. He looked back at her and said “rest. I’m assigning stiles as your guardian to make absolutely sure you get it” he said. Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes throwing her hands up in defeat as everyone made their way to their homes.

Y/n was now lying comfortably on her bed right next to stiles as he leaned to give her a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you,” he said. She looked up at him in question” for what” she asked. “You saved us, you saved me, my dad, your mom, Scott, Derek, Allison, Isaac, and chris. You saved us and nobody’s thanked you yet.” He said gazing down at her with loving eyes. “So I'm saying this on behalf of the pack, thank you” he said before caressing her cheek and leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. She smiled and giggled as he pulled away “now go to sleep” he said. She didn’t need to be told twice as she closed her eyes and allowed the world of sleep to consume her

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I started at 12:44 am

Ended 2:09 Am, you do the math

Anyways hope you enjoy the lest chapter of this little mini series

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Headcanon of the last minute.

Chris

What if Chris didn't want Melissa to know he was in town because the last time they'd spoken was when he'd broken up with her?

And what if he did it because he realized how much he felt for Peter and being a man of honor he decided he couldn't be with someone he didn't really love?

What if, once in Beacon Hills, he's nervous about being forced to team up with his ex-girlfriend and the man he left her for even though he knew he'd never be with him?

And what if he'd felt in competition with Peter because he subconsciously wanted to impress him and was jealous that the wolf was trying to impress Melissa instead?

And, again, what if, seeing Peter's interest in Melissa, he resigned himself, also remembering the soft spot that the man already had for her, and in the end, given Allison's return, he preferred to put himself aside to concentrate on his daughter?

Peter

What if Peter didn't know that Chris and Melissa had broken up¹, or that the hunter was the one who broke up with her² anyway, and was showing off to Melissa and competing with Chris just to poke and provoke him (all the jokes about prey and predator, wolf and hunter)?

And what if Peter didn't make bolder moves with him because, even though he was jealous, 1) he respected Melissa and didn't want to make Chris feel uncomfortable by getting in the way of their relationship or 2) he thought that given Chris' nervous and competitive attitude, he was still in love with Melissa and in the end respected him too much to throw salt in a still open wound?

What if in order to convince himself to give up on Chris he needed to paint him again as the villain / he still wanted to redefine their roles by clearly opposing the Argents and using Allison as an excuse?

Melissa

What if seeing them compete together Melissa, clever woman, understood that there was actually something between the two of them and connected the dots and guessed why Chris had left her and now felt like the mother of two hormonal teenagers (again)?

And what if, even though she didn't like Peter very much, she was sorry that the wolf seemed to reject Chirs and tried to console the hunter by agreeing with him and supporting him?

Some visual evidence:

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eddiemsguitar · 4 months

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Chris and Melissa + First Kiss

#teen wolf #chelissa #mcargent #chris x melissa #melissa x chris #chris argent #melissa mccall

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 13

MARTIN HOUSE

Reaching Lydia house, you ring the bell her mom opens the door and wide smile grace her face “hey y/n. thank god you’re here” she pulls you into the house.

“This is stiles, my friend can he come in?” you ask while pointing at stiles, who nervously wave at Natalia.

Natalia frown finally seeing the male beside you “honey y/n and a stile here for you” she calls out.

With a nod you walk towards Lydia room stiles following you, Lydia who was in a dazed state perked up when she sees you walking with a small smile on your lips with stiles behind you.

You sat down next to her while stiles awkwardly shift in his feet “what happened I can’t find the queen Lydia here?” you ask.

She opens her mouth only to close and open like a fish her eyes losing focus, you glance at stiles with tilt of your head.

Stiles come towards you both “Lydia something happened last night. What happened?”

Lydia looks up to him with a furrowed eyebrow “who are you?”

You swallow your laugh stiles seems consider introducing himself but stops with a pout on his face.

“Lydia are you alright, you seem out of it. what did you see?

“Something...”

“Something... like a mountain lion?” stiles voiced slowly.

“A mountain lion...” she repeated making you curious stiles shoot you look made you conform what you’re thinking.

“Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?”

“A mountain lion...” Lydia says again in dazed making you frown.

“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” you place your hand on her shoulder and again that happened.

And something happens. You can see her and Jackson at the shop and then the creature, it is stalking them. The blood, the dead body Jackson and Lydia screams, the werewolf growling and snarling, they both saw the werewolf.

“What's going on?” stiles ask you once he see the dazed look on your face.

“A mountain lion...” she mumbles not knowing you just see that, singing you take her hands in yours.

“it’s going to be alright, don’t worry about it” you squeeze her hand making her look at you intensely a small smile on lips now you turn to stiles “stay with her.”

Stiles eyes widen “where you are going?”

“To check on Jackson, I’ll be right back” you answer before walking away “I text you later” you called out.

First you experienced this what a…. vision? with grams now with Lydia but it already had happened…what you saw was what happened last night. But how though it doesn’t make sense why you’re seeing all these if it happened with bonnie it would be making sense but with you. You don’t come from ancestor of witches; your family line doesn’t have a single witch. What you know about your family is that they were normal people, your left you because she doesn’t know how raise a kid at age 20.

But you don’t think about that at all. In fact, your fine with the truth. Right?

WHITTMORE HOUSE

You knock on Jackson house front door after a couple of you hear Jackson cursing murmuring something.

Jackson opens the door with a piss offed look ready to cuss out derek but pause when he sees you standing on his doorsteps.

“What are you doing here?”

You cross your arms Infront of you “what I can’t check in my friend?”

Jackson frown when he sees your offended look “we are friends? Since when?”

“When I tripped you on 5th grade when you insulted stiles” you roll your eyes “are you not gonna invite me in?”

Jackson silently moves aside letting you in, Jackson watches you look around his house “are you going to tell me why you’re in my house?”

“I heard what happened last night, I thought I could check on you. Lydia said she saw a mountain lion” you confessed.

Jackson sigh sitting down on sofa “why do you care so suddenly?”

“Maybe the fact that you saw a dead body and it could be traumatizing for teen” you said thinking back how you saw Laura body at the woods. Jackson huff making you sigh and sit next to him “you are jerk there is no denying in that but still you’re my friend.”

You turn to glance at Jackson “so how are you, Jackson?”

Jackson hunched a miserable look on his face “I don’t know…...there was lots of blood….and that’s thing seems so huge” he glances up to see that he has your attention focused on him “the thing seemed more…...clever…it is stalking me kind of.”

That when you see the marks on the side of his neck “what happened? Did you got hurt?”

He touches his wound shrugging “No. I don’t remember how exactly I got it. funny how you and the crazy dude worried about my wound.”

“Who?” you frown thinking who else that person might be “wait…was he tall dark hair, pale with leather jacket with a permeant scowl on his face.”

Jackson gives you creeped outlook at your perfect description of derek “Yeah, do you know him?”

“Yeah, that’s derek hale. He can be creepy and an asshole.”

Jackson, give you amused smile “glad I’m not the only one on your list.”

you and Jackson stay silent for a moment “can I ask you something?” he asks, and you nod “what juices does scott take?”

“What? Why do you wanna know that?” you tilt your head at the strange question “I don’t do their groceries; he does like orange though” you answer.

Jackson groan hands on his face murmuring your name in an annoyed manner “go home now.”

“Did I tell you; you’re jerk?” you huff standing up walking to the door to leave.

Jackson let out laugh “I will see you in class” he calls out leaning back on couch.

“Yeah, take care Whittemore.”

As you step out the house you were taken away by someone so suddenly with yelp that jackson inside the home look at the door and call out your name but gets no response. He goes to his room take out a phone and sends you text just in case.

you collect yourself when you feel no longer moving blinking you shake your head glancing down, you look up to see derek stand Infront of you.

You smack derek on his chest making him look where you hit without any change in his stoic face “A waring, a warning alright. What if I throw up you asshole, in leather jacket” you brush past him.

Derek sigh “why are you here?” he walks up to you.

“How do you even know that I’m here?” you question him.

“I caught your scent after I was done talking to Jackson” he answers and stop walking when he sees you stop as well glancing at him with weirded out, look on your face. “What?”

You shake your head “nothing sometimes I forget you’re a dog.”

“I’m a wolf, a werewolf gets it right” he said with low snarl.

You nod “yeah and I’m a unicorn and I’m hungry not the best combo” you start walking with derek by your side suddenly you pause turning to him “were you threatening Jackson?”

“What? No, I was just talking he saw the alpha” derek said frowning when he sees your disappointed look.

“I may only know you for a couple of days but that enough. You can’t go around threat people let alone a teenager who is traumatized enough.”

His frown quickly changes into anger snarling at you his eyes changes “Well I can’t just ask him if he and the alpha had evening chat at the store, can I?”

You walk closer to him “you behave like this and expects scott to help you, it’s not going to work like that derek.”

Derek eyes glow dims slowly turning back to normal as he gazes at you, sighing you turns and walk away derek curse softly watching you walk away.

BENNETT HOUSE

When you reach home, you were surprised to see Issac sitting on grams porch with grams beside him. “What are you doing here?”

Issac smile at you nervously “we have project together, I texted you the due day is tomorrow, so I thought …”

“Oh…. I’m so sorry I totally forgot about that Danny also told me you looked for me sorry for making you wait” a guilt smile on your face, you glance at your grams who watch the scene with a grin on her face “did she troubled you?”

Grams feigned a hurt look turning to you “I did no such thing I was just asking why a young other than scott and stiles was here looking for you.”

You cross your arms “are you saying I don’t have any friends beside them?”

“I didn’t, you did” she shrugs her shoulder.

Issac was watching you both with a longing look and smile as you both playfully fight “come on Issac, let get this done.”

You lead him towards your room and starts doing your work, during that time you both talked getting to know each other better. For what it felt like eternality you finally get it down leaning back you sigh “that was exhausting”

Issac let out a laugh while closing his laptop “you tell me” Placing away his things he leans back with you as well resting his back on the bed.

You turn your head to side to look at him “so how is everything with you?”

“Good” he said briefly not wanting to talk too much in case he makes you annoyed if he talks to much but the genuine curiosity about wanting to know about him relaxed. “I’m thinking about trying out lacrosse.”

“Yeah, I remember you and Camden playing back then” you said softly.

Issac's chests tighten the mention of his brother, the emptiness, void in his life that will never be filled. Your hand raised to console the boy stop in midair when you remember the ability you have, something makes you hesitant you wanted to console him get know him without any help of whatever you have.

“I’m sorry if I upset you, that wasn’t my intention” you murmured softly, and he knows that to.

“it’s alright, I’m surprised that you remember him” he half smile on his face.

Frowning you rest your chin on your palm pulling your knees to your chest “why are you talking like that?”

His smile slipped at your words did he make a mistake again was he also a disappointment to as well.

“You’re talking about yourself as If you aren’t worth remembering like you don’t deserve it anything regarding your life doesn’t matter.” you explain after seeing the puzzled look on his face “don’t do that, I don’t know what made you think like that but that not true okey, you might fell I’m lying because we just really started talking few days ago.”

Somehow the pissed off look on your face amused him he understands what you’re saying it is comforting to see someone getting pissed off for him not at him.

“Did you know that I wanted be your friend, but stiles scare me…not scary, he was obnoxious” he said slowly seemingly in a daze.

“Oh” you give him sad smile but pause “…. wait did you just called stiles obnoxious?” you asked leaning forward with a playful glare making him grin you shake your head at him.

“Sorry…. don’t tell him that?” he requests his posture now relaxed not all cautious around you know. “I wanted try out but I don’t think I make it?”

You tilt your head to side “oh trust me you will get it just need some hard work” you said while inspecting him playfully.

He narrows his eyes at you a teasing smile on his lips “you sure?”

“Mmmm Hmmm, coach said there is a shortage in player and why not give it a go” you press your lips together leaning back glancing at him.

Issac mirrors your position “do you think he would like that?" his voice just above whisper, after his brother death he never really talked about him out loud.

“I don't think I know he would be happy for you” you said with a smile “and I’m sure he and your mom be proud of how far you come” you state sincerely.

The tenderness in your words made Issac inside warm like how on the cold winter a cup of homemade hot chocolate would.

“Wait I remember I have something for you” pulling yourself up you move towards your table and take out some printed copies. “Got it”

You sit on your bed and pat the side beside you inviting him to sit next you, Issac watches you shuffle the paper and arrange them neatly and hands them to him.

“What is this?” he asks looking through the paper “is it...?”

“Yeap. This cheat sheet of paper has every important note and question and answers we study.” you give him a lopped grin “sometimes you have to work a little smarter not harder.”

“That’s why you always have good grades than scott and stiles” he hums looking up to you.

You playfully roll your eyes “Not only that stiles mix up exams even if I corrected him a hundred times and scott doesn’t study at all” you poke at his chest “And you better do your part and if you still didn’t get it ask me alright?” you chided him.

“I will” he gives you wide smile agreeing with you.

“You got your custom for the Halloween party planned?” you ask as you walk him out.

Issac frown tensing a bit “No, I don’t plan on coming.”

“Well, if you change your mind text me, a little fun won’t hurt anyone”. You said not really pushing the subject as he seems to be tense in his place.

“I’ll see you in class, bye y/n” with that Issac leaves.

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moths-in-hats · 10 months

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moodboard: chris x melissa

#twedit #chris x melissa #melissa x chris #chrissa #chrilissa #what is the ship name? idk #twrarepair #teen wolf rarepair #can canon ships be rarepairs?#i think so #theres like no content for them #mcargent #is THAT the ship name?#chris argent #melissa mccall #teen wolf #sam edits #mine

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ineedmorefanfics2 · 2 years

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

✧ Drabbles

“I want to go home to my wife.” Derek Hale X Fem!Reader

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #lydia martin x reader #allison argent x reader #liam dunbar x reader #theo raekan x reader #chris argent x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #noah stilinski #scott mccall x reader #derek hale x reader #peter hale x reader #malia tate #malia hale #isaac lahey x reader #alpha twins #aiden teen wolf #ethan teen wolf #melissa mccall

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livelaughlove-write · 1 year

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SPOILERS FOR THE TEEN WOLF MOVIE

In my very humble opinion, they missed the mark on this movie.

Questions I have: Who is Eli's mom? Did he just sprout out of the ground? Why wasn't she mentioned? Why aren't Melissa and Argent living together? When did Malia and Parrish become a thing? Why didn't they just shoot the Nogitsune up with Wolfsbane? He wants to be a wolf, great. Kill him like one. Also, I thought that a fox couldn't be two things...? Did no one talk to each other for 15 years? Why did they feel the urge to kill Derek and then not bring Stiles to the funeral? I understand that Dylan O'Brien wasn't going to be in the movie, but they should have handled that better. Where was Isaac? He should have been able to get the closure that Allison was back. Why was Liam in Japan? Why didn't they just bring Kira back? What was the deal with the chemistry teacher randomly coming back to life? How is Allison the same age as Scott, when she died as a teenager? Why would they kill Derek by burning him when his entire family died the same way?? Why would they kill Derek in the first place? (I understand that a lot of these questions can be answered based on the fact that actors simply didn't want to return, but still) It was good to see the characters doing their thing, but at the same time the story could have been a lot better.

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Broooooooo just finished Teen Wolf Movie. Idk what anyone says. I loved it. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Was it perfect? no.

Did i miss stiles? Sure

Do i hope they make another? Absolutely

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #scallison #scott x allison #derek hale #lydia martin #scott mccall #allison argent #chris argent #melissa mccall

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Mcargent + ❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

Vaguely and slightly pre-6A, PG-ish, also on ao3.

This is getting alarmingly predictable.

All things considered, Melissa has adapted surprisingly well to the directions her life has gone in the past few years. As soon as she accepted that humans weren’t the only possibility – and that did take a moment and remains the closest thing to a regret she has as a mother – she’s embraced it all, and if that’s gotten her a reputation and set of projects she never asked for, well…

Teenage beasties are one thing. The very human man in her age bracket is another.

On paper, this should be easier, if for no other reason than she knows the anatomy and the tendencies, but on the other hand there’s the frequency and-

At some point, seeing a familiar figure sitting on the porch when she gets home became normal. At least he is on the porch, she thinks, at least he didn’t let himself in this time, she slipped a key into a jacket pocket a couple weeks ago and it’s been used and understood and-

“How much do I want to know?”

She’s not in the mood. Not after the day she had at work. But this is her life now, so…

“Nothing bit me…”

Somehow that makes his condition look worse, but-

There is definitely blood on the porch, and that at least she can ignore. If there’s a redemptive quality here it’s that Chris has the same kicked-puppy tendencies she sees in herself sometimes, a dormant but useable people-pleaser streak that responds to… honestly there are questions Melissa does not ask even as she takes advantage of their results, but-

“Why is that whenever we see each other you’re covered in blood?”

“I can leave.”

So, that came across wrong. Dammit.

“That’s not… you just… worry me.”

He turns and looks at her with those eyes and there is something deep in her that wants to keep him and that’s a terrible idea and it might be the first fun one she’s had since all of this happened to her and-

“Not my intent. It’s just… easier to have an extra set of hands, and you’re… all I have left.”

She’s tempted to point out that most of the kids would do something so minor in a heartbeat, but on the other hand she’s started to suspect she gets these adventures because she asks minimal questions just as much as because she knows what she’s doing and-

“Can you get inside?”

“Yeah. Just a cut, wide but not deep, so…”

That would explain the level of blood versus the fact that he’s still coherent, so-

“Kitchen. Now.”

They get inside and she pulls out supplies – if she’s lucky she won’t have to put any stitches into him this time, that gets awkward fast and-

Of course the damn wound is on his thigh. That’s not awkward at all.

Melissa is trying to be a good person, which means not having certain thoughts about the other person who gets stuck herding around supernatural weirdness, which is really hard when said person is undressing and perching on her kitchen counter, and she knows how to be professional and ignore but god this is not-

“You do realize how much you stress me out,” she mutters.

“It’s easier-“

“If I wanted you to get gone, I would make that very clear. You’re just…”

“I owe you.”

“Damn right you do.”

The wound doesn’t look that bad – probably barbed wire or something similar, nothing alive, the bar is so low here – and it just needs to be cleaned and bandaged, and for all his current faults Chris is one of the most cooperative people she’s ever had to fix, and-

“That feel okay?”

“No worse than I’m used to.”

“Is there something I need to…”

“Better if you don’t.”

That worries her more, and she’s not sure how she feels about that right now, and-

“You should probably stay. Just in case.”

“You sure?”

“You’ve never complained about the couch…”

“Point taken. I still don’t…”

“If you bothered me, you’d know. This is still weird, but… at least you’re someone I can talk to.”

And that’s what keeps her calm about it, she thinks as she puts supplies away and moves onto making tea like she only does on these nights. She hasn’t really had friends in a long time – too busy with everything else going on in her life – and she’s not sure how to do that let alone handle the first actual crush she’s had in even longer, but-

“I owe you,” he repeats like a promise of something much deeper than spraying down the porch in the morning. “If you ever need anything…”

“Someday I’ll take you up on that.”

#ebf writes fic #chris x melissa #melissa mccall #chris argent #mcargent #queue

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