Take On Me

Partners In Crime (TeenWolf)

caution: contains the spanking of Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. spoilers for those who haven't seen the show. also some elements of Sterek. Story line takes place before between season 2-3.

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"How could you do this, Scott? I had to leave work earlier because of the call from the Sheriff!"

Scott McCall winced at the disappointment and frustration in his mother's voice. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, she shouldn't of found out. She looked so tired standing in the kitchen, in her blue hospital scrubs, hair tied back with a scrunchie. He hated knowing that it was partially his fault. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"That's not all though, is it? You've been sneaking out in the middle night? You're barely home anymore. It's like I don't know you, and now this? What's going on with you?"

Scott looked away quickly, his heart racing in his chest. There was no way he could explain to his mother what was happening. No possible way he could explain that he was bitten by a supernatural creature of the night, and now was one himself. Or the fact that Stiles and him were caught trying to capture a supernatural creature of their own tonight, which had backfired, drastically.

"Well?" Melissa McCall raised her eyebrows, looking at her son. "I'm waiting?"

"I don't know." Scott said finally, raising his eyes to meet hers.

Melissa sighed, and rubbed her forehead. A motion she did when she was considering her options, which wasn't promising. Finally she sighed, and reached for one of the kitchen drawers, riffling around for a minute before bringing out a wooden spoon. Scott felt like his breath was sucked out of him.

"Mom?"

"No. Don't give me that look!" She pointed at him. "I may not know all of what is happening with you, but you DO NOT trespass, and you definitely DO NOT break and enter!"

Scott found himself nodding, unable to take his eyes off the spoon. His mom hadn't spanked him, especially with an implement, in a long time, other than a few smacks here and there, mostly playful. She really must be at her wits end. Scott felt a rush of guilt, and not for the first time, he wanted to just tell her everything that had happened in the past year.

Melissa pulled out a chair. "Come on." She motioned.

Still in a weird state of shock, Scott numbly moved towards her, stopping within arms reach. "Mom, look I know tonight wasn't ideal-"

"Ideal?" Just one eyebrow raised this time. Now she was pissed.

"We had a good reason?" Scott tried, feeling his throat go dry.

"Liiiikeee.....?" She trailed off, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

Scott hung his head. "I...can't..."

Melissa shook her head, and grabbed both of Scott's hands, pulling him closer to her. "Listen to me. If you are in trouble, you need to be telling me."

You have no idea.

"Yes, Mom."

"As for tonight, you know better. Take down your jeans."

"MOM!" Scott stepped back, shocked.

"Do NOT Mom me!" Melissa crooked her finger at her son. "This is serious. I think it's about time that I start laying down the law here. Starting with this." She gestured at him. "So either you take down your pants, or I will."

Scott had no doubt in his mind that she was serious. Werwolf or not, he wasn't about to pick a fight with his mother. Nobody was that stupid. He tugged down his jeans with shaky hands, marveling at the fact he had fought against an Alpha last year and won, but the mere mention of getting a spanking turned him into a trembling mess.