Stiles cursed himself repeatedly for having napped that afternoon. Now it was nearly midnight and the plan to visit his mother's grave had completely left his mind. Well not completely. Considering he was driving through the town in the middle of the night heading for the graveyard with a bouquet of flowers on the seat beside him.

He glanced at the rear view mirror. There was no one behind him and no one in front of him streets of Beacon Hills were completely deserted of people except for the exceptional homeless and usual creeps. Speaking of, his thoughts drifted back to the many wonderful occasions he had experienced apoplectic fit because of all the supernatural nonsense.

Slight anxiety set in. Maybe he shouldn't be driving in the middle of the night to a graveyard of all places. He leaned towards the steering wheel glancing up at the sky and at the moon. It was practically smiling at him in crescent glowing form. He sighed in relief, it wasn't a full moon. There can't be anything life threatening right?

God I hope I didn't just jinx myself.

He parked his car and got out, slamming the door shut behind him because if he didn't his Jeep tended to be uncooperative. Tough love he liked to call it. Stiles made his way into the cemetery clutching the bouquet of white lilies in his hand—his mother favourite. He remembered too often when his father would bring a bouquet home with him for her. The gesture would make her eyes light up and form a large smile on her pretty face. Usually it would be him and his dad but the Sheriff had been working late the past few days.

The wind was cool and dry. Leaves crunched under the soles of his sneakers as he passed many lonely graves. A few had dried dead flowers and some had pretty fresh ones. The graves were in all different shapes and sizes the most common being the arch type head stone. He reached his mother's grave staring down at her name.

"Claudia Stilinski loving mother and wife" he managed a crooked smile and leaned over, placing the flowers gently in front of her memorial.

"Hey mom." He sat down on the ground with his legs crossed.

"Sorry dad couldn't make it, work and stuff. School's going to start in a month praying it's not going to be a big shit storm like last time—"Stiles flinched like a child who got struck "Sorry, I meant poop storm."

"Dad really misses you. He is dealing better with it now and my panic attacks are practically nonexistent so yay for that." He smiled faintly at the thought of his work-a-holic father "Scott and Alyson broke up, well technically Alyson dumped Scott because of everything that happened— her dad's job and Scott's social life just got in the way—well you already know how loony everything got, pun intended."

"Speaking of relationships, I am pretty sure Meg and Derek are dating." He was shaking his head in disbelief. His large honey brown eyes rolled within its sockets

"I honestly should have seen it coming. Meg had this crush on him but I didn't think Derek would feel the same way because his type was more on the psychotic side." His slender hands moving animatedly as he spoke, his words echoing in the air.

"I don't want to say anything until I have all the facts because I tend to overreact but I am worried for her. He is going to get her killed and I can't just stand by and let that happen." A sigh escaped his lips again directing his attention to the grave stone and smiling softly.

"On a lighter note I read to Kill a Mocking Bird last night. I was bored and it was there and your book mark was still in it so I started to read. I had nothing to do with killing mocking birds but you probably already knew that." He began

"There was this line in it, you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view…until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. As cryptic and overly detailed as it was I saw the point in it, so I am trying not to pass around judgment on too many people considering everything that happened. I can't remember which character said that line though—"

"Atticus Finch."

Stiles was startled to his feet. His heart practically jumping out of his chest as he spun around to face the direction of the voice.

"HOLY SHIT." He exclaimed glaring at the figure sitting in front of the gravestone behind him.

It was a girl her long graceful legs hidden behind a pair of black skinny jeans were stretched out in front of her. She was leaning back against the grave stone wearing a black and white vertically stripped tee that was too baggy for her slim form. Stiles stared flabbergasted and clutching to the front of his shirt trying to calm his raging heart. She simply gazed back with the most striking beautiful blue eyes Stiles had ever seen.

"At a graveyard, REALLY really?!" He stuttered out in indignation and still suffering from the tremors of the fright she had caused. He combed his fingers through his hair trying to ease himself. She made no move to speak and continued to stare with those gibbous eyes. They were eerie and Stiles felt like she was seeing through to his soul but at the same time he couldn't turn away from them.

"You have a condition." He almost didn't hear her words from being so mesmerized by her eyes.

"I have a condition? Who the hell hangs around at graveyards at night?" He snapped she remained passive.

"You do." Her simple two words surprised him. A blush coloured his cheeks at the truth of her statement.

"Yeah well I was visiting my mom." He grumbled averting his gaze to the floor for a moment before looking back at her. He was finding it difficult to look at her face from the intensity of her eyes "What do you mean I have a condition?"

Her eyes surveyed him and he felt his skin prickle under her scrutiny. Her gaze landed on his face again and brought up a hand that was resting on her lap.

"The way you reacted like that, your hands are shaking you are fidgeting" She was pointing at his arms that were slacked by his side "and I can hear the rattling of a pill bottle in your pants." She looked to the pockets of his pants. He was suddenly aware of the weight within the recess of his pocket. The girl was extremely observant. Stiles was impressed and taken back at the same time.

"You knew that then why did you decide to scare me?" He asked trying to hold on to his straying annoyance.

She smirked "Proving a hypothesis, I can't operate on theory alone."

He blinked in bewilderment.

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded. She didn't seem to be insulted by his brash choice of words. She continued to stare silently with a smug smile on her face for a moment. Stiles wondered if she was ever going to tell him her name.

"Ariel." She uttered clearly, he shifted on his feet.

"Like the mermaid?" Her light brown eyebrows furrowed, confused by his words for a moment before shrugging.

"Who are you?" It was her turn to ask.

"Stiles." He replied with an effortless shrug of his shoulders. Her head tilted to the side curiously staring at him, she was clearly perturbed by his name. It was a usual reaction from strangers when it came to his name. Never in a million years would he utter his full name to her.

Stiles didn't know why he cared if she laughed, he had just met the woman.

"Like the way you look if you wear a certain outfit or walk a certain way?" She asked. Stiles wanted to smile but resisted the urge. He didn't want her to think that he might be easing around her. He was still wary of her usual presence in the cemetery.

"Do you live here or something?" He asked subconsciously moving closer to her his fingers running through his hair. She shook her head while admiring their surroundings.

"It's quiet and peaceful." She answered casually and leaned back further again the tomb stone, her gaze never leaving his form. That was quite the cryptic answer but he was intrigued. A soft breeze passed between them as they watched each other. He guessed her hair to be a deep brown—since she kept it tucked and hidden under a grey beanie—He had never seen a girl so determined to hide her hair. He began to wonder if she had any, but then he saw a few thin dark tendrils curled up near her graceful white neck. He was surprised by his sudden need to rip of the beanie and see her locks.

His lips parted to utter another question when his phone suddenly blared in his pocket. He pulled it out slowly and checked the caller ID. It was his father. Stiles looked up to excuse himself to answer the call only to find the girl had disappeared.

He stared at the empty space in shock, the phone's ringing echoing in the air.