HIding Photos Part 2
NOTE: Please read head in Part 1
Looking out the large Kitchen window toward the driveway, Stiles saw that he was still alone, “Well there is no time like the present.” Opening the box Stiles found that the pictures were kept in photo albums, and each one was dated to keep it organized. Someone in Derek's family wanted to makes sure that the family memories were well kept. Grabbing one that was dated around the time of Derek's birth he opened the dark brown leather cover to reveal page that were slightly yellowed and had pictures glued to them. Who ever put the book together also labeled under each picture who was in it and event.
Flipping though the pages Stiles found the ones about Derek birth. The first one was of a baby wrapped tightly in a blue blanket and he was being held by a man who looked a little like Peter and Derek. The man wasn't even looking at the camera, he was looking down at the small bundle with a look of pure awe on his face. The caption read, “Derek and his Daddy 2 hours old.” Right below it show the same man kissing the top of a woman head as she held little Derek, With a caption of, “Derek, Mommy and Daddy.” Flipping through the pages Stiles saw other pictures of baby Derek being held by other family members each with a caption of there relation to Derek. Stile's favorite was one of a little Laura no more then three herself sitting on the bed with her mother trying to hold the baby. Her little arms could hardly wrap themselves are the bundle and their mothers hand was holding the baby's head up. Laura was looking down at her baby brother with the biggest grin on her face, like Christmas came early.
The pictures that followed were of Derek's firsts. Like the one that showed Derek on his first bath, the camera caught Derek patented glare, causing Stiles to chuckle, “Looks like he was born with it.” There were other pictures too, that year Laura got a bike with training wheels and all, for Christmas. There were even a few of Peter helping young Laura get her balance on the bike in the snow-shoveled drive.
Stiles got to watch Derek grow in the pictures, from a baby to a toddler at his uncles wedding, to a little boy going to kindergarten. He saw Peter as a normal sane person in love with his wife. He smiled as Laura grew into a pretty young girl, that he bet would be a heart breaker in the next few albums. And, Stiles heart bleed a little at the family members that he saw preserved in photos that died in that fire.
The sun was setting when Derek pulled up to the house. Seeing Stiles's jeep in the drive and the lights on in the kitchen, let the Alpha know that he was not alone. Which, knowing that his and Laura's belongings arrived today, might not be a bad thing. Maybe he could talk Stiles into having dinner with him, and if needed, maybe he could lose himself in Stiles's body tonight. Derek knew it was necessary to closed the new york apartment, he knew that something needed to be done with the burnt remains of the Hale House. But, it was so hard, and sometimes he just wanted to hide from the ghosts of the past.
Walking into the kitchen, Derek saw Stiles at the table looking through a very familiar leather-bound book. Pausing just inside the doorway, Derek's eyes locked onto the book. His instincts where in fight or flight mood. He wanted to yell at Stiles for opening that box, for looking at Derek before his family died by his mistake. He also wanted to run, and run far from those memories.
Looking up at Derek, Stiles must have saw something in his face, because Stiles quietly stood up, closed the book and but it back in the box with the others.
“It's ok Derek.”
“No Stiles...you shouldn't have...I can't...”
Even with all of Derek's werewolf scenes, he never noticed Stiles move toward him until his hand was lightly touching his arm. Looking at Stiles, Derek saw concern in his eyes, not the pity he feared.
“Trust me, I understand Derek.”
Derek leaned into Stiles neck, taking a clamming breath, “I want to, but right now I just can't. Those books...it's just to much, to fast.”
“Derek, its ok, I'll put them with Laura's things, and when you ready, I'll be right here if you want me.”
Derek pulled Stiles in for a quick kiss, “Yes, I think I'll like that”
Looking out the large Kitchen window toward the driveway, Stiles saw that he was still alone, “Well there is no time like the present.” Opening the box Stiles found that the pictures were kept in photo albums, and each one was dated to keep it organized. Someone in Derek's family wanted to makes sure that the family memories were well kept. Grabbing one that was dated around the time of Derek's birth he opened the dark brown leather cover to reveal page that were slightly yellowed and had pictures glued to them. Who ever put the book together also labeled under each picture who was in it and event.
Flipping though the pages Stiles found the ones about Derek birth. The first one was of a baby wrapped tightly in a blue blanket and he was being held by a man who looked a little like Peter and Derek. The man wasn't even looking at the camera, he was looking down at the small bundle with a look of pure awe on his face. The caption read, “Derek and his Daddy 2 hours old.” Right below it show the same man kissing the top of a woman head as she held little Derek, With a caption of, “Derek, Mommy and Daddy.” Flipping through the pages Stiles saw other pictures of baby Derek being held by other family members each with a caption of there relation to Derek. Stile's favorite was one of a little Laura no more then three herself sitting on the bed with her mother trying to hold the baby. Her little arms could hardly wrap themselves are the bundle and their mothers hand was holding the baby's head up. Laura was looking down at her baby brother with the biggest grin on her face, like Christmas came early.
The pictures that followed were of Derek's firsts. Like the one that showed Derek on his first bath, the camera caught Derek patented glare, causing Stiles to chuckle, “Looks like he was born with it.” There were other pictures too, that year Laura got a bike with training wheels and all, for Christmas. There were even a few of Peter helping young Laura get her balance on the bike in the snow-shoveled drive.
Stiles got to watch Derek grow in the pictures, from a baby to a toddler at his uncles wedding, to a little boy going to kindergarten. He saw Peter as a normal sane person in love with his wife. He smiled as Laura grew into a pretty young girl, that he bet would be a heart breaker in the next few albums. And, Stiles heart bleed a little at the family members that he saw preserved in photos that died in that fire.
The sun was setting when Derek pulled up to the house. Seeing Stiles's jeep in the drive and the lights on in the kitchen, let the Alpha know that he was not alone. Which, knowing that his and Laura's belongings arrived today, might not be a bad thing. Maybe he could talk Stiles into having dinner with him, and if needed, maybe he could lose himself in Stiles's body tonight. Derek knew it was necessary to closed the new york apartment, he knew that something needed to be done with the burnt remains of the Hale House. But, it was so hard, and sometimes he just wanted to hide from the ghosts of the past.
Walking into the kitchen, Derek saw Stiles at the table looking through a very familiar leather-bound book. Pausing just inside the doorway, Derek's eyes locked onto the book. His instincts where in fight or flight mood. He wanted to yell at Stiles for opening that box, for looking at Derek before his family died by his mistake. He also wanted to run, and run far from those memories.
Looking up at Derek, Stiles must have saw something in his face, because Stiles quietly stood up, closed the book and but it back in the box with the others.
“It's ok Derek.”
“No Stiles...you shouldn't have...I can't...”
Even with all of Derek's werewolf scenes, he never noticed Stiles move toward him until his hand was lightly touching his arm. Looking at Stiles, Derek saw concern in his eyes, not the pity he feared.
“Trust me, I understand Derek.”
Derek leaned into Stiles neck, taking a clamming breath, “I want to, but right now I just can't. Those books...it's just to much, to fast.”
“Derek, its ok, I'll put them with Laura's things, and when you ready, I'll be right here if you want me.”
Derek pulled Stiles in for a quick kiss, “Yes, I think I'll like that”