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[ Melissa is not in her scrubs this time, but her civvies, and she’s smirking quietly to herself. The memory of Scott closing the door in his father’s face is one that she’ll treasure for a very long time. ]

Hello? Scott McCall and I are back again. I think we just took a year off the poor worker’s life, the guy doing the drywall in the clinic? Yeah, not pretty. I’ve never seen a saw bounce before. Hope I never see it again.

[ And, sure enough, there’s a very loud buzzing just off camera. Apparently the worker heard that. Oops.

Into the feed, a wild Scott McCall appears! Just his head, anyway, leaning down into it beside his mother’s. ]

But, he’s fine, he’s fine! [ He looks off screen.. ] Nobody was injured. [ He looks back. ] Sorry to anybody if we had plans. But, we’re back now and we’re not planning on going anywhere. [ Unless everyone else gets out with them.

Melissa pokes her head back into frame again.]

Oh! And Lydia? Tell me you fed the cat? I mean...how long have we been gone, after all? Ziggy wasn’t too much of problem, was he?

[ Scott is about to say something else, but he notices something offscreen. ] No way. [ And he slides out of frame leaving Melissa to take the reins. Offscreen… ] Cool.

...Okay. Just a note to say we’re back. Stiles, Isaac, Derek? Are you all okay?

[ And Scott is back. ]

You’re still here, right? [ Scott brings it closer, fiddling and then soon, the feed is private! ]

derek ]

Thanks. [ To his mom. To the device... ] I think I’m all caught up. Sorry if you came by Monday night. The City thought we didn’t need to talk. But, we still should.

isaac ]
We will hang out this weekend.

[ Fiddling with it again, Scott adjusts to make the feed public once more ]

public ]

So, that’s what leaving is like. We had no clue we were here. And then we were just… back. If anybody needs us, we’ll be back at the apartment in a couple of minutes. Angela, I’ll be in to work tomorrow. [ A beat before he adds ] Has anybody heard from Wally?

[ ooc: Replies will be coming from both Scott and Melissa! ]

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[ Eyeing the workers, Scott watches them for a second. Huh, they were working without him. That feels good, like he was a boss even though he wasn't there for a few days. Though, the schedule is Wally's, so maybe that's what happened. But, something makes Scott proud. Maybe he was an alpha in more ways than one.

His mom's speaking, now, though so he trains his attention on her. ]

I don't think of of it would've been useful. They don't take our money. [ He pulls out his wallet again, now he has two? And opens it up, pulling out his cash, counting it. ] Fifty. [ He tucks it back inside. ] I'm missing first period again. [ At least this way, his dad can't bother him. Or his mother. He has mixed feelings towards him but mostly, they're on behalf of his mother. And they're not fond. ]

At least everyone is safe back home, now. [ Before he was in such a state of flux. He'd only heard about things. ]

I could have done without the better part of a day tied up in a root cellar.

[A wry smirk, and then an eyebrow cock at his cash.]

It's a start. And...yeah. I'm just glad it's over. And I'm seriously going to file suit with the school board for their lack of background checks.

[ He nods, thinking about it. ]

How could she even be a teacher? [ Did she regain her face and then go to teaching college? Can she just walk in and get this job? Then again, how is Ms. Morrell working there? Though, maybe she did study to be a guidance counseling French teacher. ] At least she's gone now. [ And he can not worry about his friends and family. ] Deucalian killed her...

Which...is something we're going to have to deal with eventually.

[Oh she hates this. But it has to be mentioned.]

Your father's not going to give up until he's figured it out. You know that, right?

[ He gets quiet. If this were about getting to know his son, maybe this would be different, but it's also about his dad finding out what happened. ]

I know. [ A beat. ] We don't have to worry about that right now. He's not here. [ And the last thing Scott did was slam a door in his face. ] Just because he suddenly gets concerned because you're missing - [ He stops himself ] He won't figure it out. [ He doesn't deserve to. This isn't fun to talk about. There's a reason he never talks about it. ] It took you and Stiles' dad missing for him to come back.

...Scott, your father is a federal agent and there have been close to twenty murders. Stiles' dad is a sheriff and he knows about everything now. I told him everything.

Now, I know it's something to say, as an Alpha wolf, this stays secret. But we now have police officers involved. This isn't going to just...go away. Blaming the murders on the Darach is fine, because that's what happened. But...the feds aren't going to believe in magic and werewolves and nematons.

You had to. We should've from the beginning of all that. [ He's starting to see this. Maybe some of it would've been avoided. Keeping people in the dark, it doesn't always help. Close family, that is. Sorry, Danny, it still makes sense to keep you out of it. For now. He lowers his voice now, taking a step toward his mother. ]

The feds aren't going to find anything out. Dad won't. Stiles' dad is making sure everything thinks it's Jennifer. We can justify everything else. You've seen movies where family members were under duress and they couldn't go to the police or their kidnapped relatives would die anyway. We say something like that. Dad's less concerned about what he doesn't know and more concerned with talking to me. [ And he got a door in his face for it. ] I know we're going to have to be careful. But, I can't worry about that, now. He's not here and the feds aren't here. I don't know what we're going to do. But, we'll manage.

[She sighs again, and rubs her face with both hands.]

Scott. Honey. I married that man, and divorced him. I know what he's like. He's stubborn. And he's going to pull some pretty low tricks on you, on us, to get what he wants.

I wouldn't be surprised if he started bugging our phones back home.

[Okay maybe that's just a little bit of the bitter divorce talking.]

[ Wow. What a thought. ]

You married him but I lived with him, too. I remember what he was like. [ How he was with you. And the other ninety percent of the time how he was. ] He's not going to bug our phones. [ Scott really hopes he won't. ]

I hope you're right. The only reason I haven't kicked him out is because technically he's still on the deed title. I knew I shoulda changed that...

[Sorry, this is left-over stress from being, you know, tied up in a root cellar for twenty-four hours plus.]

[ You have no idea how grateful he is for this leftover stress, seriously. What would he do without you? Really without you? ]

He's not going to stay long. He's an FBI agent. He can't stay as long as he wants. Can he?

[Hopefully they won't have to find out for many, many more years.]

That's what I'm telling you. He is still part-owner of the house. It was part of the settlement. That way if we ever sold it, he'd get a cut of the proceeds. It's...part of how I managed to get custody.

He can stay as long as he wants. It's technically his house too, and he has the law on his side.

[ Well, maybe he can stay there but Scott doesn't have to acknowledge him. If he has to, he can stay with Stiles. Or, come home later after his dad's gone to bed. He'll manage. If he'd come back for another reason maybe Scott would rethink. Maybe. But, he didn't. He came back because people were missing and the FBI got called in. ]

This City better not take him too.

Well, if that happens, he doesn't have to stay with us. Because the settlement doesn't apply here.

[She'd always tried to keep a good face on everything about the divorce, not badmouth her ex and let Scott draw his own opinion. And he had. But...she can't help but vent a little bit.]

I didn't even know he still had keys.

[Ah. Another sore point. Melissa gets a really sour look on her face, and knows that her next two words are going to really upset her son.]

He doesn't.

He used the hide-a-key.

Bingo.

And I can't even charge him with breaking and entering since...yeah. His house too.

And he's in the FBI.

And he's in the FBI.

[She bites her lip.]

Look...when we get back home, the best thing we can do is be as open and honest with him as we can. Tell him just enough that he stops digging. The more we close him out, the more stubborn he's gonna get.

We don't have to tell him anything.

[ But, he knows she's right. If they remember any of this - they didn't this time they went home. ]

What's the phrase you use? We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. [ And now he doesn't want to talk about this anymore. ] Lydia wants us to get carry-out. [ He gets up, then. ]

...I'd rather burn that bridge, but that's just me.

[She stands up with him, and puts out one hand on his shoulder.]

Scott? Honey? I love you. I just wanted to tell you that.

I love you too.

[ It's scary that he means it less, that despite the inflection he uses and the arch of his eyebrows, it comes out slightly more hollow to him. ]

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