Date. He had agreed to a date. The impact fully hit him when he walked through his front door. A part of him was ecstatic though at the prospect, and while the other side of him was screaming out the word 'no' and 'what about Derek', Stiles reasoned that he needed to move on, and that Scott was right. He knew it was wrong to use another to get over someone else, but he could see himself growing to like Matt, and Matt's personality, at least from what he'd seen tonight, was attractive and outgoing.

Stiles dilly-dallied in his car for a few minutes, something preventing him from going inside. Maybe it was the fact that his father could read him like a book, or maybe it was because he's going to want to sit down at his computer, hack into the police records, and make sure that Matt didn't have one. There wasn't any reason to believe he did, Matt is Danny's brother after all, but Stiles knew he liked to stay on the safe side. Shaking his head at his child-like behavior, Stiles took the keys out of the ignition, grabbed his duffel bag from the back seat, and headed inside.

Kicking off his shoes at the door, Stiles called out for his dad, and then began to hum.

"Kitchen!" His dad yelled back. Nodding to himself, Stiles bent down to toss his shoes off to the side and noticed another pair that were neither his dad's nor his. He erred on the side of caution as he proceeded down the hallway to the kitchen.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Stiles teased out as he braced himself for whatever, whoever, was in the kitchen alongside his dad. Turning the corner, he froze in his tracks. Next to his dad, sitting at the table, was a duergar. There was no mistake that could be made. Except, Stiles was taken aback at the fact that it wasn't a male, it was a female. She had dark brown hair that was shaved on the one side. Her face was round and there was a thin, white scar that traveled from the top of her ear down to her chin. Her eyes were so brown they were almost black, and Stiles couldn't see a tattoo anywhere visible. Stiles looked back and forth between his father and the creature.

However, unlike the duergar from the coffee shop, and from the night before, she had a lighter skin tone, and she was taller and more slender. If anything, she looked human.

"I Missy." The creature struggled to say, before frowning. Her accent was strong and it sounded like a mix between Russian and Italian, which seemed nearly impossible. "I am Missy." It, Missy, corrected her grammar. Stiles made no move, and remained standing in the doorway, mouth agape.

"Ah, okay, Dad?" He looked at his dad with a perplexed expression.

"Missy came about an hour ago, and wanted to talk to you. Sit down, son. This is some important stuff." His dad motioned for him to sit and carefully, Stiles followed, pulling out the chair across from Missy and next to his father. She looked at him expectantly.

"I'm Stiles."

"Stills." Missy rolled his name off her tongue.

"St-iles." He said again, with more enunciation. It was similar to teaching a child a letter.

"Stisle." Missy repeated, and Stiles just shrugged. Close enough.

"Missy was talking about some sort of eclipse and a few other supernatural things I didn't fully understand." The Sheriff shot Missy an apologetic look and she just nodded.

"Yes. I talk to him. Sorry, English is no good. I learn slow from book." Missy stared at Stiles. "Family come up from Norádín. Want power from eclipse, but family no good." Missy looked angry all of a sudden. "Want power to destroy you, destroy species, knowledge. Me no want that." She relaxed a little. "I like learning, is fun. I like to travel. Want to see world, explore language. Family no like. Family criminal. Understand?" Missy was beginning to look more human in his eyes than duergar, and Stiles wondered if she was part human, but Stiles still kept his shield up.

"Where is Norádín? And your family," Stiles spoke at a slow pace, trying to understand, "wants power from the eclipse to do what? Why are you here?" It took Missy awhile, and Stiles felt bad for not knowing her original language. He really did need to crack open the grimoire.

"Can't tell where Norádín is. Death is punish. Eclipse is good through power, strengthens us. Moon eclipse take power, and sun eclipse gives. But every five-hundred years. They want to destroy Norádín. Turned back on family, called us criminals. Family criminals, not me. Me is good. All family punish though. Me here for you help. Understand?" Missy stopped for a second, and her voice dropped a pitch. "Scared of family." She looked timid. "Them big, me small. They strengthen, me weak. Me no like death, they love it."

"Pardon me for asking, but are you part human? Is that part of it?" Stiles hesitantly asked, and Missy nodded.

"Outsider no matter where. I born here on Earth, but been to Norádín."

"What would you like me to do?" Stiles put his forearms on the table and leaned forward.

"You have pack. Strong pack can drive family away."

"What about you?"

"Me stay here. Beacon is good." She let out a gruff sigh. "I want to stay here. Beacon is good." He felt guilty for a moment that he was having her talk so much, and maybe, if the pack agrees to help, she can get lessons from one of them. Missy could certainly pass as human.

"If your family likes death, they won't leave easily." He warned. "They'll want to fight, and some may die. They've already attacked us once." Stiles didn't try to cover up the possibility of casualties. Missy was quiet for a few minutes.

"I understand with war, come death. Me have no connection. Me want them gone." She said confidently.

"Okay then." Stiles leaned back, bringing his hand up on the table to drum his fingers. He looked at his dad, who just shrugged in response. Stiles was sure he'd hear something about dead bodies from him later, considering he is the Sheriff, but as of right now, his father is a citizen. "Would you like to stay the night? I'm sure they already know where you are." Missy's wince at his statement proved him correct.

"There's an extra bedroom upstairs and I can get some of the blankets down from the closet." His father stood up, pushing in his chair.

"And I have some clothes that will be oversized for you, but can work as PJ's." Stiles said, also standing up. Missy nodded, and her eyes were beginning to water.

"Family this is." She smiled so brightly at them. Stiles grinned in response.

"Yes, it is. I'll call the pack in the morning, but we should get to bed. It's going on eleven, and I have some AP Biology homework to finish." With that, Stiles gave Missy a quick tour around the house, pointing out the bathroom, the guest room, where his room is in case she needed anything. Meanwhile, his father set up the guest bedroom, and came out when it was done. Missy looked extremely thankful and she repeated her thanks more than once.

Eventually, it was just his dad and him standing in the hallway at the doors to their rooms.

"You did good, son." Was all his father said before turning and disappearing into his bedroom. Stiles felt a rush of pride before closing the door to his own room. Almost immediately he searched out for the grimoire. He didn't find it under his bed, nor on his dresser top. Feeling aggravated, he scanned the room. It was in here somewhere, he knew it. His eyes narrowed in on his desk, and he felt stupid for not looking there first.

Underneath a stack of random print-outs for school, Stiles uncovered the leather-bound book. He really looked at it this time. On the cover, the word "Grimoire" was burned in. Nothing else. Nothing special. Untying the string holding it together, Stiles carefully opened it up.

Right off the bat, he could tell it was handwriting, a mix between print and cursive, and surprisingly easy to read. The first page had an introduction, but Stiles skipped it, reasoning in his mind that he'd read it later. Scrolling through a few pages, he realised it was organized in sections of "Common", "Rare", and "Unusual". Thinking he'd check in common first, he quickly looked at all the pages. Among the first was werewolf, and he had to laugh at that. But he couldn't find anything about duergars.

Moving onto the next section, Stiles finally found it on the last page, in a short paragraph, if it could even be called that.

DUERGAR: THE CREATURE FROM NORADIN

Prefer living in the dark - caves & tunnels

Roughly 4.5 feet, about 200 pounds, skin usually gray or sooty black, fiery amber eyes, some have red hair, typically bald & grow spiny quills (porcupine) than typical hair

Can turn invisible, vulnerable to sunlight, immune to paralysis, phantasms, alchemical poisons, types of illusion, fire & poison

Sneak & Crafty

Lifespan up to 250 years

Dresses in clothing that matches the color of stone

Those found on surface world are criminals and generally have a tattoo (arm &/or face) that marks them as one, and sometimes what they did

Not a lot known about them.

Stiles sat back and reread everything. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"Hey." Matt smiled at him. He held a single rose in his hand and to say he was dressed up nicely, would be an understatement. His shirt was a light blue button down that made his eyes stand out more and his jeans were a sleek black. Stiles blushed. Matt had somehow got his number off of Danny's phone and had called up earlier asking if the date could be tonight. Quite obviously, Stiles agreed.

"Hi."

"You look wonderful." Matt's eyes darted down and then back up. "Even with a shirt on this time." All Stiles could do was nod and hope his father wasn't listening in, because that would lead to a very awkward conversation that he definitely did not want to have. "Oh! Where are my manners? This is for you." Holding out the rose, Matt took a small step closer, and suddenly Stiles was aware of what time it was.

"Thank you." Stiles gently took the rose. "Wanna get going? I don't want to miss out on the reservation."

"Yes, yes, of course." Matt quickly said, with a soft smile. "I hope you're okay with O'Charley's? I know it's in the next town over, but their food is to die for apparently." Matt suddenly looked unsure, and the debonair aura he had was filled with worry.

"No, of course it's fine." Stiles smiled, and Matt was back to being carefree. CLosing the front door behind him, Stiles followed Matt to his car. It was a silver Ford fiesta, one of the newer brands from the look of it.

"I'm renting it for my visit." Matt said, as if he could read Stiles's thoughts. "I have a friend that owns the dealership so I got a pretty good deal on it." Walking over to the passenger side, Matt opened the door for him. Stiles's face begun to hurt from smiling so much but he couldn't stop.

Entering the restaurant, it gave off a very homey feel to it. There was excited chatter in the air and more people were laughing then acting grumpy. There were a few kids but they weren't acting outlandish or screaming. Scanning the room, Stiles listened in to Matt talking to the lady about their reservation.

"Follow me." The girls' cheery voice, as well as Matt's warm hand in the middle of his back, brought him out of his train of thought. They followed her, and were seated at a table for two in the back, in the low lit, quieter, non-smoke section. "Here are your menus, and what can I get for you two gentlemen to drink?" The waitress pulled out a pad of paper from her belt and a pencil from behind her ear.

"May I please have a chocolate shake?" Matt asked charmingly. The girl hummed in agreement, and turned to Stiles, who requested the same thing.

"All right, I'll be right back with those and to get your order." She smiled before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Well, the service is really cheery." Matt stared at Stiles with a grin on his face.

"Yeah, it is." They laughed for a few seconds. "I think I'll get a cheeseburger. That's how you can tell if a restaurant is good or not." Stiles declared quietly among them. "It's my foolproof way of testing out restaurants." Matt laughed again, and Stiles was delighted.

"If you're getting the burger, I'll get some pasta. It's hard to go wrong there too." After a few minutes, the waitress came back up with their chocolate shakes, and took their orders. Another couple minutes after, their orders came out. It surprised Stiles at first at the speediness and efficiency, but one bite from his burger, and he forgot all he was thinking prior.

"This is so good!" Stiles moaned out, stressing the word 'so'. Matt agreed happily and they each had a couple more bites.

"I didn't know Danny had an older brother." Stiles stated, taking a bite of his burger right after.

"There's seven years between us, so we're not that close. There's actually only a few reasons we get along."

"Seven years? So you're twenty-five then? Where'd you go to highschool?" Stiles fired off the questioned before he could keep his curiosity in check. "Sorry." He mumbled out, but Matt just laughed.

"No, it's fine. I'm only twenty-four right now, and I went to high school at Davenport."

"So why is Danny here at Beacon Hills?" The questions kept coming.

"Davenport is a well known Catholic school, and they aren't too accepting of outwardly gay guys. So when I came out, there was a lot of negativity that came out of it, and my parents were worried that Danny would get harassed because of me. So the family move closer to Beacon Hills and viola! Then, when I went to college, so Danny would be going into what? Seventh grade? Danny came out too." Matt took a bite of his meal before continuing. "I swear my parents were going to have heart attacks when he told them. Two sons that are gay? They thought he was kidding around but he came home the next day with his best friend, and kissed him right in front of him." They laughed for a few seconds.

"What did they say? Who was it?"

"I think it was some kid named Jason or something. But my parents just stood there in shock apparently before shaking their heads. They're hoping our sister Ally is straight because they want grandchildren."

"How old is Ally?" Stiles continued to interrogate.

"She's eleven, and one of the sweetest girls I know." Matt beamed as he took another bite of his spaghetti.

"Do you know a lot about your family's history?" Stiles asked, and when Matt hummed, resumed his train of thought. "Are you guys originally from Hawaii? How'd you get into the supernatural?" He hesitated for a second. "How'd you know Laura?" Matt was quiet for a second, and Stiles was afraid he overstepped, him and his big mouth, and he was about to open it again to take it all back, but Matt started talking.

"My ancestors came over sometime in the nineteen-thirties on one of the first plane travels from Honolulu to Sacramento. From there, they lived in the city earning minimum wage. But my great-grandpa was fired when the economy got bad, and the whole family packed up and left. They settled a little further north than Beacon. My grandmother got us involved with a local pack after some territory disputes with the Orion's and Hales. In the end, it turned out it was a rogue making all the fuss, but that's how I met Laura, Derek's sister. I must've been five and she would've been six."

"Wow." Stiles breathed out, and pondered on all that was said as he took another bite of his food. "That's pretty impressive that you know all that."

"Speaking of Derek, I think it's my turn to start asking questions." Matt winked at him. "Were you two a thing?" Suddenly, a guard went up in Stiles, and Stiles wanted to quickly get out of this situation. Exes weren't brought up on the first date.

"Yeah, last year." He heard his voice say.

"He's a good man from what I've heard. Made a few bad choices maybe, but he's tough." Matt murmured out the last part. "Sorry," he was cheerful again, "you probably don't want to talk about exes. To be honest, I just wanted to pick your brain for information on the supernatural."

"Yeah—wait, what?" Stiles looked at him in confusement.

"Sorry." Matt appeared bashful. "You're good looking and all, but even I know not to mess with a werewolf's claim."

"Let's get one thing straight," he snapped out, "I am not Derek's territory." He felt a little guilty afterward, but it needed to be said. Thankfully, Matt didn't look too offended.

"I'm sure, and I'm completely fine with that. But does he know that?"

The question echoed in his head for the rest of the night.

"I'm calling a pack meeting for later tonight." Stiles spoke over the phone, his shoulder holding it up to his ear as he drove down the street. Missy was in the passenger seat beside him staring out the window.

"Yeah, yeah." He heard Scott's voice say. "I'll make sure everyone is there. Derek's loft then at seven." They hung up on each other.

"So Missy, where have you been since you came to Beacon Hills? And how old are you?"

"Library and house." She replied back, her attention taken off of the passing surroundings. "I is—am fifty-three my time. About twenty your time."

"What about schooling?"

"What is school? In Norádín, learn work." Missy sounded confused. Stiles glanced over at her and gave her a quick up down before turning to face the road again.

"Do you want to go to school? I could print up some birth certificates and identity information. You wouldn't have to go to public school—that's where I go. You could be homeschooled and learn at your own pace." He suggested.

"Yes! Yes! Really like that I would." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her jump in excitement, and he chuckled at her Yoda-like phrasing.

"That's good to know. Now, let's go to the mall to get you some clothes. Lydia's much better than I am at this stuff, but I've been on enough shopping trips with her to know my stuff. And I can help you on some of your English, which don't feel too bad about because you're learning and you're quite good at it so far."

"Been watching movies." She mispronounced 'movies' as 'moe-v-Ies' but Stiles didn't correct her as they pulled into the mall's parking lot.

"Did you enjoy hanging out with my dad yesterday? I'm sorry I wasn't around much. Friday's I have school till three." Stiles asked as he searched around for a parking spot.

"Yes. Dad is funny but eats bad. Said not tell you though." Missy said it with a serious look on her face.

"Oh, did he now?" As amused as he was, Stiles was going to scold his father later.

"Is everyone here?" Stiles asked, stepping into the loft. He had instructed Missy to wait outside, and that he'd come to get her when it was time. She had chosen to wear her new outfit that they had decided on

"Yes, Stiles, we're all here. I told you so." Scott laughed. "What did you want to tell us?"

"Well," he trailed off, "it's more of who I want you all to meet. I'll be right back." There were a few confused looks tossed his way, but Stiles opted to turn around and let Missy in. Opening the door, he nodded at her and she grimaced back. Turning back around, he noticed that half the wolves were of their feet now, in curiousity.

"Guys, meet Missy." Stiles stepped aside, and Missy cautiously came out from behind him. Almost immediately there were snarls and Missy cowered back, Stiles stepping in front of her instantaneously, standing in between her and the pack. And then he growled. But it wasn't human. It was deep and projected itself across the room, bouncing off the walls. But as shocked as he was and his brain wanting to jump to research, Stiles remained focused on the situation in front of him. The situation diffused though, and Isaac looked shaken up. Scott closed his mouth and the wolfy sideburns retreated back to wherever they came from in the first place. Derek appeared taken aback, and so did Jackson and Malia.

Lydia was the only one maintaining eye contact with him, but Stiles could tell she was just as surprised. He continued to glare at all of them.

"Missy came here on her own free will. She could be killed for this, so y'all gonna sit down, shut up, and listen." Stiles bit out. Slowly, each pack member sat down, and stared at him expectantly. "Good. Missy," Stiles motioned for her to come next to him, "now that they aren't being super protective and behaving like children, they'll listen to you." He spared a glance at her and she looked unsure of what to do.

"You talk. I bad at English." She said, and out of the corner of his eye, saw her look at him.

"Okay, I can do that. Want to sit down?"

"Not near wolf."

"There's a chair by the counter." Stiles pointed near the kitchen. Missy hummed happily and went to sit down. Once everyone was seated, he began to talk.

"In case you've failed to notice, Missy is a duergar, partly at least. But the thing that matters is that she doesn't want her family to get away with this. She has volunteered to tell us everything we need to know, for protection in return. And we're going to take this deal because we know shit when it comes to dealing with duergars."

"There's books on them, we can use those." Jackson argued.

"Matt said last night that there's not a lot of information on them." Stiles retorted.

"Sure, cause Matt said so." Derek scoffed under his breath and Stiles glared something fierce at him.

"Yes, he did." Stiles said. "And I'm a much better judge of character than you are, so I suggest you be quiet." There was a soft round of gasps, and Stiles watched as Derek clenched his jaw in anger. Maybe he overstepped a line, but so did Derek.

Hey guys! And I'm back! :D

I've finally gotten some writing inspiration!

So what do you guys think so far? What about Matt? And Missy?

What are you guys thinking about the dynamic between Stiles and Derek?

What about just Stiles in general with his 'spark', as Deaton puts it? What exactly is it? And why do you guys think he healed so fast?

All right, I'll stop interrogating you guys. But thank you. Seriously.

You guys have stayed with this story even though it has taken me so long to publish chapters.

Until next time! I think you guys will like next chapter ;) ;)