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Derek decides Scott’s honeymoon plan is crap, so he buys a better one for them. He arranges time off for them with Deaton and Antonio’s boss. They’ll start in Cancun, fly to Rome, then a cruise to the Greek islands on the Aegean Sea, from there, London, and then to Florida just in time for Halloween in Disney World. He pays for most of it, though the rest of the pack chips in what they can.
They present it to Scott the night before the wedding, and of course he says he can’t accept it.
Derek points at the map. “We all got to go around the world because you stayed behind to protect our home. Now it’s your turn.”
Scott just nods, and he and Antonio thank them all profusely. Derek hands him the itinerary; he’s included a number of helpful supernatural notes along the side. Stuff like:
“There’s a pack of Nagual in Cancun. Don’t worry, they’re not like Kate. I told them you’re coming. You shouldn’t have any trouble.”
And, “Kelpies are a thing, don’t walk along the Thames at night.”
And, “There’s a lunar eclipse on October 22nd. It lasts for two hours. That’s the night you want to drink your way around World Showcase. Trust me (Scott, don’t forget your inhaler).”
Derek gets his first postcard about a week after they leave. He takes it over to the loft. It’s still a bit weird walking into that space and knowing it’s no longer his. Scott had offered to vacate when he came back, but Derek had told him it was his home now. It’s not exactly kid-friendly anyway. He and Braeden are renting a place, but Derek already has plans to renovate the rest of the building into apartments for the pack. He’s promised the first one to Stiles who is desperate to move out of his father’s house and in with Malia, but they can’t find anything they can afford that’s not a total shit-hole. He and Braeden are definitely taking the next one though. Derek has fond memories of growing up in a big house always surrounded by his pack. He wants that for his daughter.
He eyes the map and sees Scott has made one more alteration. There’s now a thin cord of shiny black leather loosely wrapped around the blue string mapping out Derek’s journey around the world. From New York, through Nashville and on back to Beacon Hills, the black leather and blue yarn are braided together with a shiny purple ribbon. Derek looks at it and smiles. He tacks the postcard over Cancun and digs through the drawer where Scott keeps the yarn. He twines two pieces together, one red for his alpha, the other a deep gold for his alpha’s mate, and marks off the first leg of their journey together.