Derek nodded slowly. “I figured France would be safest for you both,” he answered quietly. “I need to make a few checks on other people but… I may join you by the holidays if you’d be willing to let me come and do so.”
“Of course we would!” Stiles said, reaching for Chris’ hand, holding it in his own. Derek nodded and smiled sadly.
“I was cleaning things out in here and I found a couple of things I wanted you two to have, to take with you.” He walked over to a table to retrieve what looked like an old, wooden box, which he handed to Chris. “I looked through it only briefly, just to know who it needed to go to… I didn’t know you and Peter had known each other back when you were younger. These are apparently letters… and a few other things frmo that time.” When Chris took the box, Derek moved ot hand a book to Stiles.
“Peter was finding out more and more about your magic, your gifts. Deaton was helping him. They put together a book for you to help you continue growing in your ability to use and control your magic.”
Chris had no problem with Derek joining them in France. He was the last Argent as Derek was the last male to the Hale family and Stiles was the last in his family as well. “The manor has plenty of room. I don’t intend to be hunting once we leave.” he assured, blue eyes widening a fraction when he saw the box, worn in a few places from age. He released Stiles hand to take it, opening it to look at a few of the yellowed letters and pictures Peter had kept hidden for years. “We did. Things got very complicated.” He didn’t want to go into detail, forcing himself to remain calm even as he wanted to cry. He watched as Derek explained the book, walking over to lay a hand on Stiles’ shoulder and leaning to kiss Stiles’ head.
“Thank you, Derek. It means more than I can say.”
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