I'm sorry for not posting something sooner, but with my new address I also have to learn a whole new routine for my day, and I am trying to write in my free time, but it just doesn't seem to happen. It turns out that I will be moving again soon. Yay, now I have to find a new place to live. I hope you guys will forgive me. Here is the next chapter. I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters.

As Stiles was driving around town, Peter was giving directions in the passenger seat with the rest of the pack, sans Derek, in the backseat, he couldn't help but think about what happened the previous night.

It had been nearly two hours since Stiles had started holding Derek up above the water. Stiles has never been the best swimmer, but the adrenaline from the fear of Derek drowning while he is still paralyzed has been more than enough motivation for him to keep kicking.

Stiles heard Derek grunt a little before he said, "Chlodulf."

"Yeah, Derek?"

"I can move my toes now."

Stiles couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Good, now that you can move your big toe, let's concentrate on the rest of you."

Derek hummed at that before they went back to the silence that now reeked a little less of fear. Stiles still flinched at the little noises of a snapping twig or the leaves moving in the trees, but he knew that soon Derek would be able to protect them instead of Stiles playing distraction so Derek wouldn't get hurt.

After a while Derek was able to turn his head to Stiles and tell him, "Go ahead and let go, Chlodulf. I can move now. Let's swim to the shore."

Stiles still felt hesitant about not playing lifesaver for the werewolf, but after a pause Stiles nodded his head and let him go. To say that he was relieved to see Derek swimming in place on his own before free-styling it to shore is an understatement.

As Stiles reached the shore, Derek was already standing and evaluating the forest. Stiles crawled out of the water before he flopped onto his back breathing hard. He was so tired.

Stiles couldn't help but ask, "Do you think that Lizard-Man is still out there?"

It worried him how Derek didn't answer right away, but he was reassured of their safety when the werewolf finally responded, "I don't hear him near us. Let's head home, Chlodulf."

Stiles tiredly raised his hand and said, "Two things, Derek. First, will you stop calling me that? I know that is my name, but it is seriously still weird that you can actually say it and correctly. Second, I am too tired to move anything."

Derek bent down to Stiles and slid his arms underneath the younger man's knees and neck.

He held the too human Stiles to his chest before he said "Go ahead and rest. I'll have Peter come by before sunrise to get your car."

Stiles weakly tried to protest, "But the Lizard-Man-

"Won't do anything to the jeep. He wasn't interested in it."

Derek started walking out of the preserve with Stiles cradled in his arms. It wasn't long until he felt Stiles' breathing change from tired to sleeping.

Derek spoke quietly, "You did amazing, Chlodulf."

The next morning, Stiles woke up to a very upset pack demanding to know what happened. Peter was making sassy remarks, Isaac was giving Stiles super puppy eyes, Erica had him pinned to the mattress, and Boyd was giving him angry eyebrows. Derek set everybody in their place by going alpha eyes on the pack. He told the pack what happened with the Lizard-Man and told them about what Stiles did to save him. The younger betas each rubbed their head against Stiles and Peter patted his shoulder in thanks. Derek then told the pack that, while he was gone, they were all to go to the spark and find out what the creature they fought was.

Immediately after they bid Derek their daily farewell, the pack piled into the jeep and started heading to town. With Peter's instructions, they had been driving through alleys and back roads. If it had been anybody else, Stiles would have been worried, but with the passengers that needed to stay in hiding, it was necessary. This is how Stiles found himself parking behind the vet clinic nearly an hour after sunrise.

Peter directed Stiles to park behind the building.

As Stiles put the car into park, he couldn't help but comment, "Scott used to work here."

Isaac gave a curious look to Stiles asking, "Do you mean McCall?"

"Yeah, he loves animals and this place was perfect for him."

Isaac smiled before he said, "I remember his love of animals." Stiles missed the nostalgic look that crossed the beta's face.

With Peter leading them, the group went up to the back door. For the most part, it looked like any backdoor of a building, except for the fact that there was only a handle and a small callbox next to the door. It was a little thing with a speaker and a red and white button underneath. The handle itself was a little odd. There was no keyhole for someone to come in through and it seemed to only be able to open from the inside. The purpose of the box and door was obvious. He did not want uninvited guests. What wasn't obvious was what the local vet could do to help the pack with their reptile problem.

Peter pressed the red button and a loud ring was heard even by Stiles. They only had to wait two beats before someone answered.

"Welcome to Deaton's Veterinary Practice. How may I help you?"

Peter pressed the white button and answered, "Good morning Deaton. This is Peter of the Hale pack. We request your aid."

They only had to wait for one beat this time before the vet answered back, "Please, come on in."

Peter motioned for Stiles to open the door, like he was afraid the door would bite. Stiles decided that he would walk in first and the others immediately followed him. It lead to a long hallway with a few doors. It was actually a quite spacious, like it was built for people to be milling back and forth in, or for it to have shelves of items strewn along the walls.

The pack walk down a few feet before the wolves suddenly stopped moving. Stiles had already made it halfway when he noticed that he was walking by himself. He turned around to look at the betas and noticed Peter looking angrily at the floor while the others just looked frustrated and confused. Stiles was about to ask what their problem was when he noticed a line of black powder on the floor.

He was about to walk back to them and investigate the line when Peter said, "Don't bother, it's mountain ash. As long as he wills it, Deaton will not allow us to pass this point."

Stiles felt like he knew what he needed to do, but still asked, "What do I do?"

Peter responded with a shrug, "Just keep going. We will wait for you here."

Stiles nodded his head and continued to keep walking down. Now he was nervous to see what was at the end of the hallway. To Stiles relief, he found the vet that he remembers from all of the times that he picked up Scott to head back to his house and spend an entire night playing video games. The vet raised his head from administering a shot to a small puppy on his examination table. The man looked surprised.

Expecting a greeting, Stiles is surprised to hear the vet instead say, "I didn't realize that the Hale pack had taken in a human."

Naturally the first thing out of Stile's mouth was, "What's that supposed to mean," with an angry pout.

Without blinking, Deaton asked, "What is your role in the Hale pack?"

"Token human," he answered back smartly.

Deaton scoffed, "Be serious. It is important to know where anyone in a pack stands so the proper respect will be given."

Stiles actually felt properly scolded. Very few had ever managed to make him feel that way.

"My mother was part of the pack. Derek said that because of this it was pretty much my birthright to have a place among them."

Deaton started to place the puppy into a kennel when he hummed and said, "Tell me what the name of your mother is."

"Loreto Stilinski."

The vet gave Stiles a very serious look before walking up to him. He lightly grabbed his chin and turned his face side to side. The man smiled and stepped away from Stiles saying, "I can see a little bit of your mother in you. It is wonderful to meet you, Chlodulf Stilinski."

Immediately Stiles says, "You know, it's a little disconcerting how total strangers know how to say my birth name, much less know what it is."

The other man actually laughed at Stiles comment before saying, "I knew your mother well before her passing, Chlodulf. I may have never met you 'til now, but she spoke fondly of you very often."

That actually had Stiles smiling a little, even though he did call him by his birth name, again.

"Tell me, Chlodulf, what is it I, your local emissary, can do for the Hale pack today."

Confused, Stiles asks, "I thought you were called a spark, and please call me Stiles."

Deaton sighed a little before answering, "One needs to have a little bit of the spark to be called an emissary. My title means that I have the means and knowledge to do what I can."

Stiles showed the other man his understanding before explaining in detail about the incident with the lizard-man from when he and Derek were putting the bags into the car to how long he had held the wolf above water. He described the stealth the other creature had and how he solely went after Derek and how the creature only needed to give the alpha wolf a small cut at the base of his neck in order for him to be paralyzed. During this explanation, Deaton nods his head and hums in all of the appropriate places and only questions if the large reptile had said anything or tried to use his teeth after Derek was paralyzed. Stiles tells him that he does not remember hearing the lizard actually saying anything, but he wasn't close to him and Derek didn't mention anything and how the lizard-man had only watched Derek fall to his death and did not move much while he was still in the younger man's sight.

Deaton nods his head once more before turning around and begins rummaging through his collection of books that were behind him.

"I'm not quite sure what it is, but I have a general idea of where you can look. Unfortunately, I cannot look up the information for you."

Drawn back by what was just said, Stiles asked, "Why can't you look it up for us?"

Pulling a large book out of the shelf, Deaton sighed before replying, "I am an emissary that is not part of the pack with a lot of work. You came here for one specific thing, and I will give you the information you need, but I am not obligated in any way to do more."

Stiles wanted to say more, but conceded. If he got on the vet's nerves, then he could easily send them away with nothing.

"This book should tell you everything you need to know," Deaton said as he handed Stiles a book the size of a collegial dictionary. For a man that loves to do research, Stiles was actually intimidated to even begin going through the book.

"Don't worry, there is an index."

"Surprisingly, that is not my worry." Deaton just gave a small kind smile and started to guide Stiles out of the room.

"I'm sure you will do well, Chlodulf. Now let's go back to your pack."

As they got closer to the line of mountain ash, Stiles noticed Peter tensing and giving a huge smile. If only from experience, Stiles knew that he was uncomfortable with something. He couldn't tell if it was the presence of Deaton or the vet's hand was resting on the younger man's back.

"Peter, it is good to see again." It may have just been his imagination, but it sounded like Deaton did not like seeing Peter in his place of work.

"And you, Deaton."

"I see that you have woken from your coma quite nicely." Nope, not his imagination.

Stiles could see Peter nearly grinding his teeth and motioned to the pack to follow him out the door. Deaton waited until the wolves were on the other side of the door before crossing over the mountain ash and finish seeing Stiles out.

"To be honest, Chlodulf, I'm surprised that you came to me to ask for help, or even asked what an emissary was," Deaton said as the two neared the door.

"Really," Stiles responded as he passed the door frame, "why's that?"

"Because your mother was one too. The Hale Pack emissary, actually."

It really shouldn't have surprised Stiles that the man says this right before he swings the door close. He could have at least added a bye or good luck after dropping a bomb like that.

The human was quickly brought back to the current situation by Isaac asking, "So, how did it go?"

Stiles shakes his head to clear his thoughts before he explains to the group of werewolves what he had.

"Deaton gave me this book. He said it should explain to us everything we need to know." Boyd lifted the heavy tome from Stiles and starts flipping through the pages. Now, the usually straight faced man suddenly started to show his emotions. First, there was satisfaction, probably to have all of the answers they needed. Then, there was confusion, for what reason Stiles couldn't fathom at the moment. Finally, the silent man sighed in disbelief before he turned the open book to Stiles. He was about to ask what Boyd was showing him when he noticed something wrong with the page. Luckily the werewolf knew Stiles enough to hold the bottom of the book, because the human
was flipping through the pages back and forth hoping to find some sort of clue to help them with their newest problem.

The book was in Latin.

As Derek walked up to the Stilinski house, he expected to see a lot of things inside. He expected Stiles and Isaac to be playing video games while Boyd and Erica were in the basement doing laundry. Maybe Erica had Stiles pinned in the middle of the living room again to get a rise out of him. He would have loved to see Isaac playing with Erica's hair again while talking to the other two boys. In all of these scenarios he expected Peter to look like the creepy uncle in the corner watching them all do whatever it is they do.

What Derek walked into, though, was his three younger betas sitting at the sides of the table, leaving one head of the table open, Peter standing behind the other table head, looking as much as a creepy uncle as usual, and Stiles, sitting in front of Peter, banging his head on the table. At least Peter can be consistent.

Derek could only ask one question.

"What's going on?" Albeit, not original, but he wanted to know what had everybody looking so frustrated.

Peter responded with a sneer, "We went to see Deaton." Of course the man said that like it would answer everything, but it did answer enough.

"Peter fails to mention that Stiles was the only that shared more than pleasantries with the vet," Erica said looking pissed as hell. Well she at least gave him more information.

"The emissary gave us a book, Nephew." That still didn't tell him everything, although he didn't like the tone his uncle was giving him. Derek started to regret sending him with Stiles to Deaton.

Stiles decided that this was the time to stop banging his head to say, "It's in Latin. The whole book is in Latin," and then he resumed his head banging. Derek was glad that now he knew what was going on, but did not see how he needed three different people to tell a separate part of the story. Being the alpha that he is, Derek tried to find a solution.

"Why don't you translate it online?"

Isaac actually scoffed, "Stiles tried it, and in the few hours we have been working on it we have learned about werewolves, fairies, goblins, trolls, unicorns, and dragons." Derek took a brief moment to wonder what happened to the shy submissive beta that he left this morning. This book must have everyone beyond aggravated.

With an incredulous look, Erica made an off-hand comment that she couldn't believe that unicorns were real. Like really real.

"Well then everybody can take a page and work on it."

Derek was about to mentally patting himself on the back when he heard Boyd speak from his place at the table, "Doesn't matter. It's Archaic Latin." Well shit. The problems just seem to keep piling up.

Derek was about to ask what he meant when Chlodulf lifted his head, again, and said, "That means the internet can only translate parts of it. If we want all of the information we need to find someone that actually knows the language." He then resumed his head banging, again.

"Do we know anyone that speaks this?"

Erica let out a huff before she said, "Why else would Stiles be banging his head on the table?" Well isn't that a bummer. At least the alpha knew the whole situation.

"Isn't there someone at the university that can do it for us?"

Isaac answers, "Of course there is, but Stiles pissed him off to high hell."

Stiles stops banging his head to mumble indistinctly into the table before Peter turns the younger man's head to the side, after he rolled his eyes, for the pack to understand the human, "-fault. She kissed me first. They weren't even dating at the time. There is no reason to hold a grudge against me for their on again off again relationship."

Confused by Chlodulf's rant, Derek asked the pack, "Can we at least try to asking this professor? I doubt the situation is so bad."

Isaac laughs before he says, "It wasn't the professor that he kissed. It was his girlfriend."

Stiles chose this time to start rambling again, "She snuck into a frat party with some other people. I was really drunk. She looked like she was going to school too. She had her friend take a picture of us. The man already didn't care much for me, so that was just the icing on the cake."

Of course, why would this get any easier?

"There has to be somebody else."

"Of course there is, dear nephew," replied Peter, "but hardly any of them will do it without some form of payment, and regardless if they do decide to help us out of the goodness of their heart, they would need to go on a six month sabbatical minimum to finish the book."

Derek sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose before making a comment mostly to himself, "Of course there isn't anyone that just got bored and decided to learn a dead language."

The only human in the room suddenly shot up in his seat. He had jumped back so hard that he would have fallen if Peter hadn't caught him and righted the man's chair back onto all fours.

"I know someone that got bored and learned a dead language when she finished learning French and Spanish."

Peter was the first to ask the question the others were thinking.

"Why would she learn that after French and Spanish?"

Stiles smiled before he responded, "Because she didn't think Italian would be much of a challenge."

Erica looked closely to Stiles before asking, "Are you talking about 'love of your life' Lydia?"

Derek tried his best to hide his growl when he asked, "Who," but he may not have succeeded.

Stiles was about to say something when Boyd shot up and said only one word, "Sheriff."

Later, Stiles would find it comical how all of the wolves ran out of the room before his father came into the house. Boyd and Erica went to the basement, Isaac ran to the closet underneath the stairs, Peter strolled out the back door, and Derek jumped through the kitchen window above the sink like it was a hoop. He was so going to use dog jokes later.

Stiles heard the key enter the lock when he remembered that he had a very big book in a very old language that obviously had nothing to do with school that he would need to hide. With very few options available, he ran to the kitchen window.

"Derek, catch," Stiles called out just loud enough to catch the alpha's attention, but not loud enough for the sheriff to hear.

Stiles threw the book out the window and was able to catch the sight of Derek darting by as he caught it. Man, the dog jokes were just too easy to make sometimes, but that didn't stop Stiles from saying them.

Stiles was still looking out the window when the sheriff walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Son, what has your attention out there?"

Not really thinking about what was coming out of his mouth, again, Stiles answered, "Thinking about what it would be like to see a huge dog playing catch with a Frisbee."

Yup, the filter was once again gone.

Dismissively, the sheriff responded, "That's nice son."

Stiles took the moment to thank the powers that be that his father did not think twice of what he said.

John sat down at the seat Stiles just vacated and looked at his son with a contemplative look. He looked like he was trying to decide whether he should say what he was thinking, or just let Stiles walk away and continue with his evening. After a couple minutes, of mostly awkward silence that Stiles so badly wanted to end, the sheriff looked to have made a decision.

"Son, we need to have a talk."

Walking to the table, Stiles asked, "a talk?"

"A very special kind of talk."

With obvious trepidation in his voice, Stiles answered, "okay," and sat down next to his father. The last talk they shared ended up with Stiles going on blind dates against his will, so hopefully this went better.

John folded his hands in front of him on the table and took a deep breath. This already did not look promising.

"This morning I needed to use your laptop so I went into your bedroom."

Shit, this already sounded bad. With the lizard-man situation looming over their heads, Stiles forgot to make sure that nothing incriminating was left in the room. It's okay, he is a smart man. If one of the beta's left their leather jacket in the room, then he can play it off as being Scott's. It's not something that's really his style, but it could work. If it was one of Erica's few dresses that he found, then he can play it off as him being interested in cross-dressing. That was a bit farfetched, even for him. Stiles wondered if he could even fit in any of her clothes. Considering her cup size, unlikely, but they do make synthetics, so maybe with the help of that he could fit.

It was at the end of this train of thought that Stiles remembered that his father was having a conversation with him.

He tuned back in as his father was saying, "-check my email, so I went to the internet window and that was when I noticed an interesting looking tab."

Stiles knew he was forgetting something lately. With as much time he has been spending on Google looking up werewolf lore, he knew he should have been clearing his internet history and closing his tabs as he was finishing to make sure that his dad didn't ask questions. Maybe he can pass it off as one of his all-nighter curiosity researches. He hasn't had as much lately, but surely his dad would believe him.

"Needless to say, that was a very interesting video."

Wait, what video?

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

John took a deep breath before he went to the alcohol cabinet, took out the bottle of whiskey and a glass, sat back at the table, took a shot of whiskey, poured another glass, and took another deep breath. The awkward silence lasted longer than what either of them would have liked. Stiles wanted to so badly fill it with something, but knew that if his dad needed some whiskey courage, then it was best that he let him start.

He looked at his son right in the eyes before saying, "I'm talking about the porn video, Stiles."

Upon hearing those words, Stiles brain fizzed out for a short while due to the extreme levels of shame and humiliation of his father seeing the video and speaking of it within earshot of the pack of werewolves. It was already difficult to get a little bit of "private time" with a bunch of people that have an amazing sense of scent and hearing.

"Dad, let's not continue this conversation."

"No, I need to say this. I would have just ignored it if I didn't notice that it wasn't a woman the big guy was kissing."

Stiles started to bang his head against the table again. He was definitely going to have a bruise now.

"And I know you are extremely anal about your filing system, so I poked around your video files."

"Bad choice of words, Dad."

"After a lot of poking around, I found your folder of downloads."

"That's not much better."

"I wasn't too surprised by the plethora of red heads."

"It's actually strawberry-blonde."

Stiles still has no idea why he felt the need to correct him on that detail of everything that was being said.

"It was really disturbing to see the videos of the orgies in the folder called 'Mixed Groups'."

"Please stop."

"What really through me for a loop was the file labeled 'Alpha-Male'."

The two men in the kitchen heard something fall upstairs.

"Did that noise come from your bedroom?"

"If we investigate the source of the noise, can we end this conversation now and never have it again?"

John shook his head and looked at Stiles in the eye again before he said, "No, I need to tell you this now so you never have to question it later."

Stiles was about ready to pull his hair out.

"I will promise you right now that I will never ask any questions about what you are talking about tonight or what you saw if we just end this now."

The sheriff slammed his hands onto the table before yelling, "Chlodulf, I just want you to know I don't care about the videos or what's in them. I still love you."

Stiles looked at his dad for the first time since the really horrible turn the conversation took. He saw the honesty and love John was trying to express to his son.

His dad took a deep breath before continuing again, "I really don't care what gender you are interested in. You can be straight, gay, or bi and I will still love you the same."

Stiles smiled at his dad before saying, "Pan."

The sheriff looked at Stiles with a lot of confusion before asking, "What?"

Stiles gladly explained, "I'm pansexual, Dad, if you want to get specific, and thank you."

John smiled fondly at his son and told him, "Of course, Son. I will now let you run away from me like I know you have been trying to do for a while now."

Stiles nodded his head and gets up from the table to head upstairs.

He is almost reaches the first step when he hears the sheriff say, "By the way, I set up a blind date with a nice young man for you to go to in two days."

Stiles really wants to fight the forced date, but after the really difficult conversation they just shared he decided to just let it go for today. Of course the man used his new found information to try to set up another bad date, although it could end up better than the last. Who was he kidding, that was unlikely. The human in the pack of werewolves just decided to simply go to his room and deal with the fact that said pack just found out about his porno stash and what was in it.

Derek had just let Stiles walk into his bedroom before he grabbed and pinned him against the wall. He had made sure to do it as quietly as possible. There was no need to remind the sheriff that he heard someone fall off the bed during the father/son chat.

Before Stiles could say anything, Derek leaned in close and asked first, "Tell me, Chlodulf, who is Lydia?"

With a hypnotized look in his eyes, Stiles answered, "She is a friend of mine from high school."

Derek nodded his head before asking, "How do you know her?"

"I met her in elementary. She has always stood out in the crowd."

Derek tried very hard to not let his eyes flash red before asking, "What did Erica mean when she called Lydia, 'love of your life'?"

Stiles sighed but continued looking right at Derek and answering, "I used to have a crush on her. It started shortly after I met her and it never really stopped until junior year of high school. After that, we became really good friends."

Derek let go of his hold on Stiles, but remained close enough to him so he wouldn't move.

"Chlodulf, I want you to close your eyes."

Stiles face morphed into confusion before he shrugged his shoulders and did as he was told.

"Now, think about her."

Derek placed his hands on both sides of Chlodulf's head and listened to his heartbeat to make sure it stayed steady. When his heartbeat didn't change, he sniffed the air between them to try to make out what the human is feeling.

After a while, Derek moves from Chlodulf's personal space and sits on the bed.

He watches Chlodulf take a couple breaths before saying, "You know, regardless of what I may or may not feel for her during the past, present, or future, I wasn't going to tell her more than what she needed to know. I'm sure she will translate the book and tell us what we need for payment for a favor I did for her in high school."

Derek sighed before saying, "It wasn't what you would or wouldn't say to her that worried me. It's what-

Derek was interrupted by the sound of boots walking up the stairs. Derek ran into the closet and closed the door behind him before the sheriff could reach the landing.

Stiles let his dad knock on the door before opening it and saying, "Hey, Dad, what's up?"

The sheriff answered, "I thought I heard voices up here. I just wanted to check on what you were up to."

"I'm just watching a movie."

Stiles felt really bad for lying so soon after the conversation they just had downstairs.

John just nodded his head before telling Stiles that he was going to head to bed and that he would see him in the morning.

Stiles wished his dad a good night before closing the door and stood next to the closet.

After a few beats of silence, Stiles said with a small mischievous smirk, "You should really come out of the closet before I start making awful jokes at your expense."

Derek opened the door with a smirk of his own before questioning, "Do you really want to make closet jokes at me considering your dad just found your stash of gay porn today?"

Stiles scowled a little bit before answering, "Touché."

While still smirking, Derek walked over the bed and crawled to the headboard to sit against it with his hands behind his head. Stiles just walked to his desk chair.

He spun his chair with his hand before asking Derek, "Did you know my mother was an emissary for your pack?"

Derek took a deep breath before answering, "Yeah, we used to watch her work whenever she had to use her spark."

With puzzlement lacing his voice, Stiles asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Derek watched Stiles sit down in his chair and spin a little before responding, "I didn't want you to feel obligated to do what your mother did. You're not in my pack for some ulterior motive to use your spark."

Stiles looked up to the ceiling before saying, "I actually don't feel that way. I feel a little happy that Deaton told me that about her. It's nice to learn something new about my mom from someone that knew her."

Derek smiled at what Chlodulf said.

"Good."

I don't know if there is an actual difference between Latin and Archaic Latin, but I like to think so. Like how there is a difference between English and Old English. Just because the language is generally the same, some terms are just difficult to translate, or even understand, without the proper context or understanding. For example, a pluma is a feather plume in proper Spanish and the same word means pen in Tex-Mex. I can imagine the confusion if someone were to try to borrow a pen in that situation. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I honestly don't know when I will finish this story, but I promise to finish this. Please send in your reviews and PMs. Thank you.