The Treehouse
Day 2 of @petopher-events March 2021 - Kid fic
1982
âHey! Thatâs my tree!â Chris peeked down, rubbing his face with the back of his arm as he heard a high-pitched fierce voice.
He groaned, running a hand over his short bristly hair. All he wanted was some peace and quiet. Chris had just been beaten to a pulp by his father, and he was aware that if Gerard saw him cry, he would be battered all over again. He had ended up on a sturdy tree in the preserve after sneaking out the window, silently sobbing to himself. There was nowhere else Chris could have gone. If he tried to run away, Gerard would have still found him and he would have been returned to the Argent household by someone else. Sadly, his father had way too much influence over the county and its people.
âShut up, it hasnât got your name on it.â he shouted back.
âAs a matter of fact, yes it does.â the voice cried out in reply.
Chris turned his head and caught sight of the initials âP. H.â engraved onto the bark. He almost fell off when he faced forwards and saw a little dark-haired boy with big blue eyes perched opposite him.
âSee.â he tilted his head.
âWell, now itâs got mine.â Chris muttered, fishing the pocket knife he carried everywhere and carving his own initials leaving a gap next to the other.
The boy rolled his eyes but outstretched his arm, âIâm Peter. Are you- are you okay?â
âChris,â he said, shaking the boyâs hand, âAnd yeah Iâm fine.â
âDonât look like it.â
There wasnât a single day he didnât have a black eye, a bruise, or a cut. Gerard always found some reason to punish him and not even his own mother could do anything about it. He wasnât even sure of how he was alive at that point.
âIt doesnât matter.â he replied hastily and asked, âHow old are you?â
âSix.â Peter told him and continued, âWhat about you?â
âIâm twelve. And howâd you get up here so fast?â Chris inquired since he was confused as to how a six-year-old could race up such a tall tree.
Peterâs deep blue eyes briefly flashed in a golden yellow, and Chris realized that this kid was what Gerard wanted him to hunt down; a werewolf. However, unlike the vivid picture of bloodthirsty savage werewolves and their young that Gerard had painted in his head, the boy didnât seem like a threat at all. Chris saw him as a human, not a monster.
Peter gasped suddenly, âYouâre one of them arenât you?â
âOne of who?â he raised an eyebrow.
âThe Argents.â the boy stated calmly.
Chris flinched and nodded at him. He had expected Peter to be afraid of him, and even run away, but he hadnât. He sat completely unfazed and Chris was surprised.
âWhat are you doing here?â Peter questioned again.
âNothing really. Itâs peaceful up here and I like it.â he lied. Peter didnât need to know why he actually came there. Chris wasnât even sure whether the wolf would have understood if he had been honest.
âCool!â the boy stared at him before exclaiming with a grin, revealing the absence of a few teeth, making Chris smile as well.
*
âHey!â Peter greeted, hurtling up the tree and settling in front of him.
âHey, Peter. Whatâs this?â Chris smiled at the boy and asked when he held out an energy bar packed in a blue wrapper.
âWhat it looks like, obviously.â he regarded, waving it, âTake it. I got it for you.â
âMe? Why?â he said, taking it from the wolfâs hands and tearing it open.
âYou ask too many questions. I brought it thinking you might be here when I came.â Peter answered, digging into another energy bar that he had kept in his pocket.
âWell, thanks.â Chris replied, taking a bite.
He knew his father would have him whipped for accepting food from a werewolf without a second thought, but he was too famished to care. Gerard didnât only beat him, he also starved Chris as punishment. The bar tasted like heaven and he wolfed it down. He was more than glad that Peter had brought it for him and yet he was also puzzled.
âYou were hungry, I sensed it yesterday.â Peter revealed, licking his fingers.
âReally?â Chris said and stuffed the wrapper in his jacket pocket, âWhy did you bring it, though? Why did you trust me? You know Iâm⊠one of them.â
Chris didnât even want to mention his own last name. He detested being an Argent and being referred to by that name.
âYou smell nice.â Peter responded matter-of-factly, but Chris was confused.
He had loathed his own scent, however, with time he had grown accustomed to it. Chris knew he smelled of dried blood combined with sweat and he was pretty sure that didnât smell nice. Horrible and disgusting seemed more likely.
âExcuse me, what?â he raised an eyebrow.
âYeah, Ta said that people who smell nice are good people and I can trust them.â Peter explained.
âTa?â
âTalia, my sister. She started taking care of me after Ma and Pa- after they went to a better place.â
Everyone had heard the term âa better placeâ at some point in their lives and that was when Chris pieced it together. Peter wasnât just any ordinary werewolf who lived in Beacon Hills.
âYou- youâre a Hale.â Chris stated wide-eyed.
âYup.â Peter said bobbing his head.
It had taken place about a year ago when he was eleven and Chris could remember it clearly. Gerard had gloated to his fellow hunters about his achievement of being able to capture and kill both Richard and Emilia Hale, the two oldest members of the family, who were also widely known in the supernatural world. He had seen them briefly and to him, they seemed like genuinely pleasant people. His father had told him that Chris wasnât old enough to understand, but he was sure that Gerard wasnât doing something right if he could so heartlessly torture him. He had come to acknowledge that Gerard had the best interest to no one and only for himself.
1986
Chris yawned, his legs dangling from the tree and Peter was munching on an apple, murdering it with his fangs. The wolf was taller now and his hair had grown, the fringe covering his forehead and just above his eyes. It had been a gloomy day and Chris had made it to the tree right after training. He had been beaten again and his body had ached so much that he struggled to get on the tree, but Peter had helped him up and offered an apple.
They had been meeting every day for four years now and Gerard, thankfully, hadnât suspected a thing. It was most probably since his younger sister Katherine had been born three years ago. The young wolf would arrive with food and theyâd sit there together, sometimes talking and sometimes silent.
As a result of their conversations, Chris had discovered that Talia, Peterâs older sister was the alpha of the Hale pack and was the mother to a little wolf girl named Laura. He also found out that Peter was prone to have fits of rage, destroying his own toys. However, Peter had mentioned that he felt comfortable with him and Chris had never witnessed such behavior from the wolf.
âChristopher?â the boy called out.
Peter had begun to call him âChristopherâ instead of what everyone else called him in his life and Chris found that amusing. He liked the boy and he didnât mind meeting him each day for the rest of his life. Chris wondered whether things would change by then, whether heâd escape Gerard and there would be no more hunting, a world where he and Peter could meet freely, no violence, no death, just peace, and happiness.
âYeah?â he replied lazily, yawning again. Chris was still tired and he needed to nap. He couldnât do that at home, and as uncomfortable as it would be, Chris felt like sleeping up on the tree.
âWhat do you think about a treehouse?â Peter suggested with a grin, chucking away the remainder of the apple.
âI like that.â Chris smiled, âBut⊠only if you help me build one.â
Peter rolled his eyes and groaned, âOf course youâd say that. Fine, Iâll help.â
âGreat. We start tomorrow. Iâm gonna nap.â he muttered to the wolf before closing his eyes, cozying himself on the not-so-comfy branch.
âWell, Iâll be here protecting you.â Peter said and Chris laughed a little.
âAnd what are you going to do if someone tries to kill us?â He opened an eye to look at the Hale.
In an instant, Peter drew his claws and tried to growl menacingly. Chris thought that it was adorable.
1988
âChristopher!!!â Peter exclaimed, jumping off the tree and launching himself onto Chris, wrapping him in a tight hug. The wolf was twelve and several inches shorter than him but was obviously stronger than most kids his age.
âPeter, woah geez Iâm human.â he laughed, stuck inside the rib-crushing hug.
âHappy 18th Birthday! Well, late birthday.â the boy shouted, hugging him tighter.
âThank you, kiddo.â Chris groaned and Peter let go of him, grinning.
It had been Chrisâ birthday the week before and he had been in Japan, doing his first gun deal with the goddamn Yakuza. Gerardâs idea of a birthday present was putting him in a near-death situation and Chris wasnât even surprised. The experience had been extremely unsettling and so terrible, that he wanted to forget his 18th birthday. He had informed Peter about it a few days before but not many details as even Chris had been unaware of what he was going into until he had made it to the venue.
âWhat happened? You look pretty shaken up.â Peter eyed him, suspiciously.
âYeah, it wasnât that great. It was a gun deal with the Yakuza and it didnât go that well, but Iâm alive, right? So thatâs what matters.â Chris managed a weak smile. He knew he couldnât lie and Peter was always worried about him so he kept the details of figures materializing out of the shadows with swords similar to ninjatos to himself.
âThe ya- what?â the wolf blinked at him.
âItâs like Japanese mafia, Pete.â he answered, ruffling Peterâs hair.
âWoah geez. Are you hurt?â Peter raised an eyebrow at him.
âNah, nah Iâm good.â Chris smiled. He was telling the truth in a way. Though he was injured then, he was better now and he was used to the pain regardless.
âWell enough of that. Weâre going to have a proper celebration.â the boy smirked and Chris wanted to facepalm himself. He was sure that Peter would have planned something. It was just the way he was. Chris had never wanted anything for his birthday but the wolf would get him small trinkets and he appreciated it very much.
Chris had genuinely been surprised when Peter had introduced him as his best friend to the rest of the Hales. Peterâs sister Talia had dinner prepared and even baked a cake with âHappy 18th Birthday Chris!â on it. Peter had made him what seemed like a bracelet with a little piece of wood shaped like a tree, which Chris assumed was to signify how they met. He had almost cried at the Hale House. He had never been so happy and no one had ever done anything so amazing for him. The Hales had treated Chris like he was one of their own and given him a birthday that he would never forget. The next morning Chris had sneaked back into the house, and Gerard hadnât noticed his disappearance as always.
1992
âChristopher!â Peter yelled, and he could detect the excitement in his voice, âI did it!â
Chris sniggered as he slipped the wolf figurine that he had been carving for the past hour into his left jacket pocket. He sheathed the knife in his boot, stepped out, and settled on a branch before hanging upside down to greet the wolf.
âI did my first evolved shift!â he panted as he came to a halt.
It took a while for Peter to come into view and Chris shut his eyes when he did, almost plummeting onto the ground below.
âWhy are you naked?â Chris groaned.
âWhat do you- have you seen wolves wearing clothes?â Peter whined back.
âGo get yourself some clothes or Iâm leaving.â he said, with his eyes still closed.
There was another whine from the younger boy and it made him snicker. He loved how Peter could always lighten up his mood somehow. It was good and he felt lucky to have the wolf in his life. It had been ten years since they had met and Chrisâ life had changed for the better though his father still made his life a living hell. Peter made him forget all of it when they spent time together.
âUghhh will you come with me? Please, please, pretty please Christopher?â
âFine.â
Chris landed onto his feet with a flip without opening his eyes and Peter snorted, before snarling. When he glanced in the direction of the sound, Chris saw a wolf with dark black sleek fur. He lowered himself onto one knee so he could run his hand through Peterâs coat. He let out something like a satisfied purr and Chris got back onto his feet. Then they were off, sprinting through the preserve back to the Hale house. Peter was quick, but Chris managed to keep up with him.
Once they had arrived at the residence, Peter shot up the stairs to his room. He came back down in his usual V-neck and jeans with a pout. His hair was shorter now and in a mess as always, yet Chris considered it to look good on him. The two of them went back to their tree, this time walking slowly.
They spent the day chasing each other around through the trees. Chris felt like an idiot for playing, but he was having fun and soon he became comfortable. It was pretty late when Chris was feeling exhausted, so Peter decided that they should take a swim in the lake. They fooled around for a couple of minutes and it was when they dried off to get dressed that Chris remembered about the wolf he had carved. When they got back to the treehouse, Chris had gifted the figurine to an astonished Peter. The wolf had adored it from first sight and thanked him endlessly. Since it was dark, they silently lied down next to each other on the wooden floor. Chris was an adult so he knew that Gerard didnât give a damn about him as long as he was at the house in the morning.
âChristopher, can I say something?â Peter suddenly spoke up.
âYeah?â he responded, turning to the side and propping himself up on his elbow.
âI- I- itâs hard to say.â he chuckled lightly, âNever mind.â
âJust go on Pete.â Chris hummed at the boy.
âI- I like you. A lot. You know- more- more than just a friend. I- I just didnât understand it before.â he mumbled, stuttering a little.
Chris sighed, closing his eyes and lying on his back once more.
âPeter, youâre sixteen. What you feel- itâs not love. Itâs just something you feel at this age as you grow.â he explained, âYou will know what itâs like to be in love when youâre older, but this as much as you think it is, it isnât.â
âOkay.â said Peter, softly and Chris flinched as he detected the hurt in the Haleâs voice.
âI smiled sadly for a love I could not obeyâ from David Bowieâs Lady Stardust started ringing in his head, because thatâs exactly what he was doing now.
He had acknowledged that there was more than just a brotherly affection he felt towards Peter. He wanted to wrap the wolf in his arms, love him and protect him, but it just wasnât right. Peter was a sixteen-year-old. He was still a boy in high school while Chris - he was twenty-two; an adult. Chris was disgusted by his own self for the attraction he had to the teenager. It may just be a six year age gap, but Peter was a kid and he wasnât. It was wrong and Chris detested that he couldnât view Peter as just his best friend anymore.
Even if their ages werenât a problem, anything else between them would only give Gerard more reason to harm Peter if he found out. Chris didnât give a damn about what happened to him. He needed the wolf to be safe no matter what and it would break him if Peter was hurt. It was a sacrifice that he had to make, so they wouldnât lose what they already had. To Gerard, it wouldnât be just about loving a werewolf, but also about loving a man.
1993
Peter was already at the treehouse when Chris got there. They were still the best of friends even after the confession from Peter almost a year ago. Things remained just the same and the younger boy didnât make any advances. This day Chris had news. News that was going to change his life and possibly affect their friendship as well.
âHey, Pete.â Chris greeted as he settled himself opposite Peter on the wooden floor.
âChristopher.â Peter smiled at him. He had grown into a beautiful man now and Chris still could recall the six-year-old with the missing teeth. Chris had literally watched him grow through the years.
âIâve- Iâve got news. Iâm getting-â he started to say, but was soon interrupted.
âMarried next week,â Peter finished his sentence and Chris frowned, âWhat? All of the supernatural world knows. A hunter family visiting Beacon Hills? Itâs obvious. Besides, news spreads around here fast.â
He stared at Peter with his jaw dropped and then nodded. The wolf was right about all of it and Gerard had planned it to be a grand wedding. The funny thing about that was the fact that Chris had never seen the girl he was going to marry or even heard her name. Obviously, Gerard was doing it for his own benefit. He pondered over the question of what it would be like to live with a stranger for the rest of his life.
âYes.â he said, confirming what Peter had said.
âWell, Iâve got some news too, Christopher.â Peter spoke again, his tone slightly somber.
âWhatâs that?â Chris inquired.
âIâm leaving. For college that is.â his voice was soft, and Chris couldnât believe that he had forgotten. Of course, Peter was going to leave. He had mentioned that he was contemplating that decision some time ago. Maybe Chris had been thinking that it wouldnât come to that.
âWhere to?â he asked the boy.
âOh, that- no idea yet. Iâve got a little more time.â Peter grinned and Chris cracked up.
They spent that entire day together as there was a possibility that it would be the last one they could meet each other freely. It was as much as he could have. Though Chris loved him too, they would be star-crossed lovers and he just wanted to save Peter from that pain.
1998
âDaddy, where thish?â the little dark-haired fair girl in Chrisâ arms chirped.
âWeâre going to see my good friend, Ally sweetheart.â he said, kissing the top of her head. She was four but insisted on being carried and Chris just couldnât say no.
âOkay, Daddy.â she hummed, resting her head against his collarbone.
It had been a long while since he had gone back to the treehouse. Chris had become busier with the business and had the responsibility of sustaining a family. Besides, Peter was away as well and he missed the wolf dearly. It was tough at first, not being able to meet his best friend, talk to him or hear of how he was doing. Even if it got easier with time, the Hale was on Chrisâ mind every single day and the feelings were still there though he was a husband, a father.
Talia had secretly informed Chris that Peter would be returning to Beacon Hills because she had figured that heâd want to see the wolf again. She didnât know of his feelings but knew how close they had been.
âPeter!â Chris called out when he arrived at the tree.
âChristopher!â there was a roar and Peter landed, leaping off the tree. Allison stared in amusement.
Chris caught his breath when he got a proper look at Peter. His hair had grown slightly, but it was still the gorgeous mess it used to be. He hadnât changed much, but Chris could see that Peter had matured, despite the goofy grin on his face. Peter wasnât a boy. He was a man. It hurt Chris. Seeing the one he always wanted. The one he couldnât have.
âAnd who is this angel, then?â Peter spoke first, beaming at his daughter.
âAllison, my daughter.â Chris smiled at the Hale, âAllison, this is Peter, my best friend.â
The words sounded almost bitter in his mouth. Best friends. That was all they could be, but at least they had that.
âHello, Allison.â the wolf said, waving at her and Chris removed her from his chest, holding her towards Peter.
âHi, Peter.â she chuckled at him.
Peter raised an eyebrow and Chris insisted with a nod. The wolf gently took Allison into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck instantly. He gazed at him, thrilled. Chris was glad that Allison was comfortable with him since every time Gerard was nearby, sheâd break down crying. He didnât blame her and kept her away from the man as much as he could. It was also amazing to see Peter so happy after years of not meeting each other.
They chatted as Peter gave Allison a piggyback and played with her, fooling around. Chris got the idea that Peter was great with kids and then realized that he was already an uncle to a sixteen-year-old girl, a ten-year-old boy as well as a four-year-old girl. He tried to picture what it would be like to raise a child with Peter, but soon let that thought go because it hurt too much.
As they talked, the wolf revealed that he didnât want to go to law school, since he didnât want to stay away from the pack for much longer and didnât need a job for himself. He also wanted to be where Chris was. That piece of information made Chris feel better and even if they couldnât hang out in their treehouse, there was a chance they could run into each other frequently.
When evening arrived, Chris decided that it was high time to leave. His wife Victoria would be paranoid and there was no cell signal in that area. Allison also seemed to be exhausted after playing. They had stayed there for a good amount of time. Before they said their goodbyes, Chris wrapped his arms around Peter and pulled him into a tight hug. He gently ruffled his hair like he did when they were younger, earning a snicker from the Hale in return. It had been forever since they last hugged and Chris missed it more than he could fathom.
âHey, sweetie. I need you to help me.â Chris told Allison as they got to the edge of the preserve.
âYes, Daddy?â she asked, looking at him with wide eyes.
âCan you promise me that you wonât tell anyone about Peter? And if someone asks where we were, will you tell them we were at the park? Can you do that for me?â he requested. Chris had wanted Peter to meet Allison and he knew what could take place if anyone else found out about that.
âI promise. I will do that.â she grinned at him and then frowned, âBut why?â
âYouâll understand when you get older, sweetie.â Chris pressed his lips to the side of her head.
âOkay, Daddy. Park.â she yawned, falling asleep on Chris.
2003
Chris crept down the stairs with his flashlight, trying to make the least sound possible. It didnât take him long to make out Peter and Derek hiding in the dark.
âPete, Der?â he whispered to them.
He had managed to shake off Gerard and the other hunters before making it to the Nemeton. Peter had brought him there a couple of times and he figured that it would be where Peter and Derek ran off to. Though it would take the others a while to find the Nemeton, Gerard wouldnât stop at tracking the wolves down, so Chris had to make sure they got away safely. He didnât want to see what would happen to them otherwise. Peter was usually up to no good and Chris made sure to keep an eye on him as much as he could. It also didn't help that there were three other werewolf packs in Beacon Hills at the time. It could be a jackpot for Gerard.
âYeah?â Chris heard Peterâs voice answer him, but his tone was more of a question.
âYou have to get out now. Gerard- heâs coming.â he informed them and, both Peter and Derek slowly made their way towards Chris.
âHey.â Derek said, his expression showing slight fear. The boy was about fifteen.
âHey, Der.â Chris replied with a smile and glanced at Peter. He swore that the older wolf only got more attractive each time he saw him, which really wasnât much. They met, but not as frequently as they used to and it almost tore Chris into pieces. He missed Peter terribly and when he lay in bed at night, Chris knew that he wanted Peter next to him instead of Victoria, and she was aware of that as well. She didn't know about Peter, but she did know that Chris wasn't exactly in love with her since it was the same with her for Chris.
Peter moved forward to hug him but Chris deflected it by grabbing his arm. He pouted and groaned.
"Peter, seriously, you need to be more careful. Gerard is so much more on alert these days and I- Peter- I don'tâŠ" Chris tried to say and faltered because the lump that formed in his throat didn't allow him to speak further.
Peter put his arms around Chris, wrapping him into a tight hug, "Don't worry, Christopher. I'll be fine."
"Don't you 'I'll be fine' me, Peter. I always worry about you. Promise to me that you'll take care." Chris told the younger man, ruffling his hair.
"Yes, I promise." he mumbled, resting his chin on Chris' shoulder.
Chris wished that the hug could go on for longer. However, they had to get moving now and hugs were for a later time. He pulled away from Peter begrudgingly before it got to the point that he couldnât bring himself to let go of the wolf. It felt like torture.
He led them out from what looked like a root cellar as quickly as he could. There didnât seem to be anyone else around just yet. Chris glanced at Peter.
âYeah, I donât hear anyone. I think we can get back home safely.â Peter said, reading Chrisâ mind, âDer, go on. Iâll be right behind you.â
The teenager nodded and hurried off, disappearing among the trees.
Peter gazed at him, âIâll see you around I guess.â
âRemember your promise?â Chris asked the Hale.
âYes, Christopher. I promise Iâll take care.â Peter answered with a smirk and then he was gone, leaving Chris all on his own by the Nemeton.
2004
Chrisâ heart was heavy in his chest. He had contacted Peter a few days ago and asked to meet him at the treehouse. He and Victoria had decided to leave Beacon Hills and stay away from Gerard. Victoria didnât want Allison to be exposed to the supernatural and Chris didnât either. Chris was sure that Gerard would try to snake his way into the little girlâs mind and twist her views like he did with his younger sister Kate. Even if Gerard didnât take that route, Chris didnât want Allison to live through a childhood similar to his. He didnât want his daughter to grow up to hunt those similar to Peter. Those two were the people in Chrisâ life that he loved the most and it would kill him if something happened to either one of them.
He climbed the tree and got himself onto the treehouse to see that Peter was sitting there waiting for him.
âChristopher, whatâs going on? You asked to meet me.â Peter said, studying him intently.
âYeah, Peter, I have news.â Chris told him with a sigh.
Peter raised an eyebrow, rising to his feet, âNews? Last time you said that you were going to get married. Youâre not getting married again are you?â
Chris chuckled softly, shaking head at the wolf, âNo, Peter, Iâm not getting married again. Iâm- we- weâre leaving Beacon Hills.
âLeaving? Youâre going? For how long?â Peter inquired, astounded.
Chris shrugged. They werenât sure whether theyâd ever move back and that was what hurt the most. He would likely never see Peter ever again. Though, Chris was ready if that was what it took to not have to watch his daughter hunt down Peter and his family.
The wolf launched onto Chris, taking him into a tight hug. Chris stumbled backward, but regained his footing and wrapped his arms around Peter. His heart shattered when he heard a sniffling sound.
âHey, PeteâŠâ Chris choked out the words, stroking Peterâs head with one hand and rubbing his back with the other.
âI- I know we havenât seen each other much lately, but- but youâre my best friend. You- you were always there for me for most of my life.â he mumbled, âIâll- Iâll miss you, Christopher. What will I do without you?â
âIâll miss you too, Pete, but thatâs how things are. Iâm sorry. I just want you to be safe. Youâll do great without me, Iâm sure.â Chris said to Peter, ruffling the younger manâs hair.
Peter silently clung to him a little longer and then finally spoke, âPromise me youâd at least let me know youâre alive from time to time?â
âPromise.â
They spent the rest of the day walking through the preserve that had been a home to them. Chris tried to take it all in before he left. The preserve had been his sanctuary and had given him his best friend.
2011
In just one night, Chrisâ entire world crashed down upon him as he watched helplessly. It started off when Stiles had implied that Kate had set the Hale House on fire and unfortunately, it all made sense to him. The idea that someone of his blood was the reason for the demise of a family that actually cared about him, made his blood boil. His younger sister was the reason that Peter was so badly injured and in a vegetative comatose state. The sole reason Chris had left Beacon Hills was to make sure that Peter would be safe and if he had remained there, the wolf would be happy and full of life, while the other Hales would still be alive.
It had gotten even worse subsequently when it was revealed that it was in fact Peter who was the alpha. The bloodthirsty alpha committing all the murders in Beacon Hills. The alpha that Chris had returned to Beacon Hills to hunt. His best friend was the alpha. His beloved Peter was the monster that Chris was attempting to kill.
That wasnât all. Peter had murdered Kate, ripping her throat out with his claws, that too in front of Allison. Then Peter had been set on fire before having his own throat ripped out by Derek, right in front of Chrisâ eyes and he just stood there, unable to do anything. Everything he was used to and everyone he had known was different and he assumed that was what pain did to people.
Chris wished he could have done more. He could have intervened. He could have tried to help Peter this time. But he didnât and so now here he was at an unholy hour, back at the treehouse, sobbing to himself exactly like he did twenty nine years ago, except then there was no treehouse then. Chris could remember how he had cried when he heard about the fire and that was nothing compared to the pain he felt this night. Chris thought about how could have saved Peter from his fate, but this time he had lost Peter completely and his mind wouldnât stop recalling the six-year-old with the missing teeth, the crazy mischievous teenager that would joke around with him, the man Chris had deeply fallen in love with. It was like a hole in his heart, one that could never be filled.
Peter was gone and Chris didnât want to believe that. It was Peter. He didnât just die. He just couldnât. Chris hated everything, he hated everyone including himself. He didnât give a fuck anymore. Nothing mattered any longer.
This was exactly what Chris had tried to avoid and all he had done was fuel it. Even if it wasnât directly, Chris was still to blame. He had failed everyone and he wondered what Peter had been thinking when he saw Chris standing there, doing nothing for him. His best friend, not lending a hand when he was dying. Had Peter given up on Chris as he died? It broke him into pieces.
Chris looked over at where he had carved his name next to Peterâs and he raised an eyebrow. Maybe his vision was blurry from the crying but he could make out a plus sign between their names. He rubbed his eyes and looked again to see just that. Had some kid found their treehouse and done that?
Or had it been Peter?
Had the wolf still had those feelings for him from almost two decades ago? Had Peter still loved Chris despite the rejection, despite Chris getting married to a woman? Had Peter yearned for him when he was away from Beacon Hills? Had Peter carved the sign between their names because it was his little secret since no one would know what it meant and since he thought Chris wouldnât see it as he wouldnât come back? Did Peter love Chris as he lay on the preserve floor, seconds away from his death? Chris would never have those answers because he was too late, too idiotic, and foolish.
His heart ached even more. If Peter did love him, he would have died thinking that Chris never felt the same way about him, though in reality, Chris did. He wished he would have just told the wolf the truth and then explained why they couldnât be together.
Chris glanced at his watch, realizing that it was almost 3 in the morning. Here he was mourning a werewolf while his family mourned his younger sister. He had to get back home. Although his heart was in pain for someone else, Chris had his duties. He ran his hand over the carvings of the tree and drew back his sleeve, exposing the wrist he wore Peterâs gift and kissed it. Chris had worn it every single day of his life after receiving it and that was all he had of the wolf now.
*
Chris wasnât sure whether his life was getting worse or better. First Kate, then Peter and now Victoria. However, Peter was back and it drove Chris mad. He had mourned for the wolf, cried his eyes out wishing he could have saved the wolf and hating himself for doing nothing. Then Peter had emerged out of nowhere at the warehouse and Chris couldnât believe his eyes. He felt stupid for crying and he had been right when he thought that Peter didnât just die. The fact that Peter had returned to the world of the living the exact night Victoria died baffled him. It was as if the universe willed it.
He found himself in the treehouse once again after Allison had fallen asleep. Chris was happy, and yet so furious. Couldnât have Peter said something? Couldnât he have left Chris a sign showing that he was alive? Chris wasnât crying this time. Instead, he had settled on the floor with his head against the wall, eyes closed, rubbing his forehead trying to make sense of all the different emotions churning inside his system.
There were a few creaks accompanied by a shuffling sound and then a voice said, âChristopher, itâs me.â
There was no way Chris didnât recognize that voice. It made him feel like his heart was about to melt. He opened his eyes to stare right into Peterâs, drowning in the beautiful blue ones that Chris had always had adored. The wolf was sitting in front of him, cross-legged. There was stubble on Peterâs face now and he was as gorgeous as always. Chris wanted to kiss the heck out of the man.
âI fucking hate you.â he mumbled, before springing towards Peter and into his arms, taking him into a bone-crushing hug. The familiar scent felt like home and Chris was warm inside. He melted into Peter as the wolf hugged him, gently rubbing Chrisâ back, and whispered, âIâm so sorry.â
Chris had already forgiven the man before the apology and pulled away to look at him again. He couldnât begin to describe how much he had missed Peter. To Chris, it had been like an eternity until he had seen Peter again. Peter smiled at him and Chris was smiling back naturally, a few tears streaming down his cheeks. He peeked at the carving and Peter cleared his throat.
âAbout that⊠Itâs probably not the right time to tell you this, but Iâm not sixteen anymore, so Iâm sure itâs real.â he said, and produced the wolf figurine Chris had given him.
âYou loved me?â Chris asked the wolf.
âNo, Christopher I love you. Always have and still do.â Peter replied, taking Chrisâ face in his hands.
He wasnât sure if he was hearing wrong. Peter had loved him all along.
âBut- but you didnâtâŠâ Chris tried to say.
âI knew you must have a good reason to hide it and just stay friends with me, so I didnât say anything again. I could still smell it on you though. Talia was the one who told it to me because she could smell it too. Heck at first, I didnât know and I couldnât stand myself for falling for my best friend. I was confused why you didnât want something more between us, but I understood eventually. And now weâre here, Christopher. What have we got to lose?â Peter spoke softly, looking into his eyes and stroking his cheek.
Chris was kissing Peter before he knew it, letting loose of all the emotions that he had been bottling up for years. He had never thought this day would come, and he tightened the hug, not wanting to let go of the wolf. He couldnât let that happen again. Peter was kissing him back passionately, and Chris got lost in all his feelings. It felt good. The taste of Peterâs lips on his, the wolfâs touch against his skin, the warmth. He pulled back, resting his head against Peterâs neck.
He didnât know what he had done to deserve this but was glad that there was a chance for Peter and him. Chris could be with the one he had truly loved when he was a boy. It was possible now, though it had seemed impossible back then. They could still have a future. Peter held Chris in his arms as they stayed in the treehouse in silence. They didnât need to say anything.
When Chris had run off to the preserve twenty nine years ago and sobbed to himself on this very tree, he had never imagined that it would lead him to happiness.
