A/N: Sorry for the delay. Here is the next chapter. I hope it was worth the wait.

Laura and Talia were up and out early the next day hoping to speak with Deaton when he arrived at work. In fact they were so anxious to speak with the vet that they arrived at the veterinarian surgery before he even arrived. They sat there making small talk until they saw him pull up and head to open the door.

"Alan", Talia called as they walked towards him.

"Good morning Talia, Laura. To what do I owe the early morning visit?" Deaton asked as he pushed the door open and held it for both of them to walk through.

"Well something happened yesterday evening and we decided we couldn't wait any longer. We need to have at least some idea what we are dealing with", Laura answered quickly.

"Why don't you tell me what happened? It might help" Deaton spoke too calmly for Laura and it was frustrating. He moved through the building to his back office as he spoke.

"It's Derek", Talia answered in a frantic voice which concerned Deaton because she had always had a calm nature while she was alpha.

"What happened to Derek?" the vet asked.

"Well we had a training session and planned to use it as a way to see if we could discover more about Stiles. Everything was fine until I started training with Derek", Laura rushed her words out quickly. "He was dodging all my blows which I thought was weird since I'm an alpha and he's a beta. Then he wolfed out and he has red eyes. But he also stinks of power just like Stiles."

"Is that everything?" Deaton asked concern in his voice now as he shuffled the books around on his desk as he looked for something.

"No that's not all. Laura was angry with Stiles when Derek confirmed Stiles had something to do with his new eyes and smell. She went to attack him but Derek took the attack for him. Then he punched Laura across the yard like she was nothing. He had the same sort of strength we witnessed Stiles wield", Talia quickly filled the vet in.

"Okay I understand why you came to me. This might be even more serious than we realised", Deaton said and both werewolves shivered to hear the fear and uncertainty in his tone. "Tell me everything you know about him and I'll see if I can narrow down what he is. I got some research done yesterday so fire away. Ignore the speed, strength and healing. What else do we know?"

"He can throw people around with a wave of his hand", Laura offered.

"Telekinesis?" Deaton confirmed with a nod from Talia. "Good that narrows it down. What else?"

"Both of them can shield their scent and sounds. Like we didn't hear heartbeats or footsteps when they first arrived", Talia offered.

"Great. Narrows it down", Deaton muttered as he grabbed a book. "That eliminates half of them so far. About fifty species of immortal left that he could be."

"He can summon and banish his possession at will", Talia supplied quickly.

"Again good. Anything else?"

"He can create illusions that look absolutely real", Laura remembered.

"Umm I'm afraid that doesn't help narrow it down anymore", the vet answered as he flipped to a page in the book he had been looking for. "Now was there anything else that we know?"

"Well he and Derek disappeared in front of our eyes last night in a flash of light", Laura offered.

"Great that gets us down to five species. Okay well we've narrowed it down to five so that should help me speed up the research", Deaton reassured them.

"There was one other thing but we're not sure if it is important", Talia hesitated. "I mean we don't even know if the conclusion we drew was correct."

"What was it?" Deaton asked encouragingly.

"Well before he left Stiles said something about how 'he never made the first move because he couldn't but that he always made the last', which we assumed just meant he finished things with his devastating strength. But the first part confused us. We discussed it and thought maybe he literally meant what he said. Maybe he can't initiate combat for some reason. Like a rule for his species", Talia answered. She watched as Deaton's eyes showed an understanding while he was also frowning deeply.

"What is it? Do you know what he is?" Laura asked.

"I think you came to the right conclusion", Deaton admitted in a serious tone. "But..."

"But what?" Laura gasped.

"What is it Alan? I've known you a long time and I can see it in your eyes. You've got that look that tells me you don't want to tell me something", Talia breathed.

"I know what he is but it is both good and bad. From all the information you shared I can tell you that the immortal you know as Stiles is a god", Deaton whispered. "It's good news because that means he is bound by a cosmic law know as the law of directness. He may only attack you if you initiate it but when he does he can attack at full strength. That's part of the bad news."

"There's more?!" Laura exclaimed.

"Yes. Gods can live in this dimension but usually don't because they count themselves as superior beings. They are volatile beings that if you offend or anger it will be the last thing you do. Only their loved ones or another of their kind can stop them. There are however a few benevolent gods that stay in this realm. The malevolent gods that stay here only stay until they grew bored of the destruction they cause. Do we have any idea how long Stiles has been in this dimension", Deaton asked.

"No we have no idea", Talia murmured.

"No mom, we do. Remember the sword he gave Kira. He said he got it in the fifteenth century", Laura remembered.

"So he is either a benevolent that has found a reason to stay in this world or a malevolent that has had centuries to work on a master plan", Deaton mused. "I feel like I am missing something. The puzzle hasn't quite come together yet."

"Can we trust Derek's sense of perception? Or could he still have been mind controlled?" Laura asked uncertainly.

"Wait that is it", Deaton smiled happily. "You said Derek's scent reminded you of Stiles right and that he had the same calibre of strength?" Both wolves nodded for him to continue. "That's because he is no longer a werewolf. You already guessed this didn't you Laura?"

"Yeah I thought about it. I didn't want it to be true though", Laura admitted.

"No but this is good news. Gods can only change the mortal that holds their heart. If Derek is no longer werewolf then he must now be a god like Stiles. Their love has to be true for it to have worked so that means Derek can't be under mind control. We can trust Derek and by extension Stiles", Deaton explained.

Talia and Laura looked at each other and embraced hugging each other tight at the good news. When they broke apart though something occurred to Talia and she voiced her concern, "Deaton you said gods are bound by this direct law right but angering or offending one would be bad. If they are bound by this law how could they be dangerous if we don't attack them?"

Deaton looked at her solemnly before he answered, "I had hoped you wouldn't ask. They act indirectly through lesser creatures and demons. They can't hurt mortals, anything with a human soul but there are plenty of creatures and demons they can physically force to do their bidding."

"So say we inadvisable angered one are there any defences against them? I mean would there be a way to get rid of them?" Laura asked.

"Well there is but the information is difficult to get hold of. Every god has a metal that when engraved with their mark works as a protection. It weakens them to a point. But unless you knew which metal and what their unique mark is the simple answer is no", Deaton told them. "Of course to get rid of them you then need to beat the weakened god in combat. When a god is beaten they are banished and returned to their home dimension for a time. I wouldn't worry about that now though. You may have angered Derek yesterday by attacking his love but you forget his loved ones or another god are the only one that can calm them. Stiles is both. I'd wager Derek has already forgiven you. The question is what are you going to do now?"

"After hearing your counsel I think I need to find and apologise to both of them", Laura admitted. She hated apologising for anything even if she did something wrong.

"Before that Laura I think we should address something else. Alan you warned of a darkness coming to Beacon Hills. If this darkness is not Stiles then do you have any ideas what it could be?" Talia asked hesitantly.

"If it is not Stiles then I have no answer", Deaton replied awkwardly.

Stiles lay in the arms of his boyfriend as the sun rose and the first morning rays began to creep through the bedroom window. Yesterday had been going so well and then it turned into that train wreck disaster. He had slept but not for long and he wasn't sure how to go about fixing the problem. They had returned to Beacon Hills so Derek could be with his family but they never planned for his family to realise what he had become so quickly. They had decided to ease them into the idea by letting them get to know Stiles first. Well that had gone smoothly hadn't it? He lay there stressing about it as the sun began to warm his naked body.

Stiles realised Derek was awake when he felt a kiss placed on his neck. "Morning", groaned the werewolf god hybrid. For that's what he was. Derek was still everything he had ever been but now he was something so much more too.

"Morning you", Stiles mumbled as he turned so he could lie face to face with his lover. Stiles enjoyed mornings like this where they would both lay naked staring deep into each other's eyes. Mortals took so many things for granted and this was one of them.

"You're worrying", Derek scolded him.

"So what if I am?" Stiles asked. "One of us has to. Besides what are you going to do about it?"

Derek looked thoughtful for a moment before leaning in to kiss him. It started as just a peck on the lips but gradually built up. Licking Stiles lower lip he requested entry. Stiles forgot about his worry and immediately gave into Derek. As he felt Derek slide his tongue into his mouth he pulled them closer together. Bodies touching he wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and tangled his hands into his hair. They kissed for several minutes, cradling each other in their arms. Breaking their lips apart they relaxed and laid for a moment in comfortable silence.

"What do you fancy for breakfast this morning?" Stiles asked after a moment.

"I'll have whatever you're having", Derek murmured absently while dwelling on yesterday.

"Right shower you, while I cook then I'll shower while you eat. Afterwards we can discuss how to fix the situation. Besides I'll think better with some caffeine in my system", Stiles yawned. Stiles stood and pulled on some boxer shorts and a t shirt before he moved out of the room towards the kitchen.

Raiding the fridge he found some bacon, eggs, tomato and mushrooms. Setting a frying pan on the stove he started cooking the bacon and mushrooms in one. Then he cut the tomatoes and got a second frying pan so he could heat those with the eggs. He started toasting some bread and added the eggs to the second frying pan when he heard the shower turn off. Dishing up two plates of food a few minutes later he set them on the table and poured both of them some orange juice. Coffee already placed on the table he sat down and began to eat expecting Derek to join him any second.

By the time Derek joined him Stiles had pretty much finished his food. Standing and placing his plate and cutlery in the sink he moved behind his boyfriend of seven years. Placing his hands around the guy's shoulders he murmured, "You going to be able to hand the washing up, while I go wash up?"

"I'm sure I'll manage. It all looks great", Derek whispered back seductively as he placed a chaste yet lingering kiss on Stiles lips. "Now off with you." Stiles removed his arms and went to shower.

Coming back from his shower feeling refreshed he was pleasantly surprised to find Derek had cleared the place up immaculately. Stiles himself was a bit of a slob at times but it was his definite opinion that the kitchen should always be a clean and tidy space. "We've been together six years and this is the first time you are so meticulous about the state of the kitchen. What are you up to?" Stiles asked in a half hearted joking tone.

Derek looked up at him from the table but didn't answer instead they continued to stare at each other until Stiles moved to sit opposite him. "I think it would be best if you let me go back and see my family alone. Let me approach them and explain how you, how we both mean them no harm", Derek said slowly already knowing Stiles wouldn't agree that was what was best.

"Okay why don't you go apologise to your sister for swatting her like a fly last night then? I'm sure everything will be fine. The fact that if I hadn't stopped you last night you might have done more is insignificant right?" Stiles asked sarcastically. Shifting to a more comforting tone he continued, "Der, you haven't been an immortal for very long. It takes time to adjust. To learn how to control the heightened emotions. Why don't you let me go? I won't lay a hand on any of them. Except maybe Peter." Derek chuckled as Stiles joked of attacking Peter but it wasn't enough to convince him Stiles should go alone. Sure Stiles was a god, he couldn't die and pain meant very little at all. At least physical pain did. Emotional pain was on a different plateau altogether. Derek had never really understood that even when he made his choice but now he did. He didn't think he would find it so difficult, not after having developed such good control of his wolf.

"No, I need to do this Stiles. I just think that seeing you there would rile them up again. Then things might become a repeat of last night", Derek mumbled. "How about we just forget about it for today? Maybe all they need is some time to get used to it. Of course when they get used to it they have no way to get in contact with us yet", Derek realised.

"I wouldn't say that", Stiles smiled. Derek looked at him confused before he continued. "Isn't that right alpha Hale?" Stiles called out in a loud voice as he looked towards the door of their loft apartment that he opened with his mind.

"You'd be right Stiles", Laura admitted a few seconds later when she and Talia arrived at the door, surprised he had known they were there and Derek hadn't. "How did you know we would find you?" she asked curiously.

"Call it a sixth sense. I read people really well. I'm hardly ever wrong", Stiles smirked. "Though you found us earlier than I expected. I thought it would take longer to track where the newest Beacon Hill residents lived. So to what do we owe the visit?" Stiles asked seriously.

"Well after you left we calmed down and discussed it. We, the pack that is, agree that both myself and Derek over reacted. Obviously Derek hasn't told us everything yet but I suppose you haven't really had the time yet", Laura told them. "I wanted to apologise for my actions yesterday. Will you forgive me?" Laura asked looking at her brother.

"Don't apologise to me. Apologise to Stiles", Derek replied.

"Stiles will you forgive me?" Laura asked this time looking Stiles in the eye.

"There is nothing to forgive. I expected as much and was prepared for the outcome. However you should not be the only one to apologise. Derek don't you have something you want to say to your sister?" Stiles nodded.

"Laura I'm sorry I punched you like that. I'm still new to this and negative emotions specifically anger are difficult for me to squash", Derek apologised hanging his head.

"Thank you Derek, it is nice to understand your position better, well at least sort of", Laura laughed.

"We spoke to Deaton earlier who helped us partially understand the enormity of your situation", Talia added. "You were right when you said we need time to get used to it but not time apart. We need to spend time together as a pack, you two included."

"So with that thought in mind we would like to invite both of you over for the Hale camp out", Laura finished with baited breath. When neither her brother nor his boyfriend responded she felt the need to encourage them so she added, "Think of it as time to explain the whole situation to us without holding back any information. And no obligations if you wanna leave at anytime you are free to walk away." Laura bit down on her lower lip as she watched the gods have a silent conversation with just their eyes. Both turned to face her and she shifted footing feeling nervous.

"We would love to join you", Derek told her with the biggest smile she had seen on him yet. "I assume the camp out starts this evening in the usual place?"

"Yeah, that's right. So we will see you there this evening around five-ish", Talia exhaled in relief.