I FORGOT MY DISCLAIMER LAST NIGHT!##$%#$

I DON'T OWN DARKEST POWERS

My night had been relatively dreamless at the safe house, and sleep had come easily.

That was until I felt fingers brush my shoulder. I know sleep couldn't last. I looked up. No one was there.

I sighed and rolled over.

I felt another brush against my skin. This time on the skin where my t-shirt had pushed up during sleep.

I sat up, looking around. No one.

A breeze ruffled my hair. I shivered and looked at the window. Closed.

"Y-you…" no, no stuttering. I took a breath. "You can talk to me." I said, stronger this time.

A small boy figure appeared on my bed.

I jumped, and the boy flung back, clearly startled.

I took a deep breath, and looked at the boy. He had to be about 6, with shaggy brown hair.

I gave him a smile, and patted the bed in front of me. He only hesitated for a second, then he flung himself on the bed.

"You aren't mad at me for waking you up?" he whispered.

I smiled. "No, and you don't have to whisper." I said, but I kept my voice low. No need to wake up Tori on the other side of the bed.

The boy looked at Tori.

I smiled. "She can't hear you, only I can."

"Oh…" the boy smiled "I'm Thomas!" he cried, throwing his arms out, jumping onto the bed.

"I'm Chloe." I had to smile, he was so cute.

"Hi Chloe! I'm glad you're nice. The other weren't." he ended in a whisper. He sat back down.

That made sense, right? This was a safe house for supernaturals.

I smiled, "I'm nice? You're such a sweet heart. Can we go downstairs to talk? I don't want to wake up my friend."

He smiled and hooped off the bed. "Let's go!"

I opened to door and waved for him to go first. He bounded off down the hallway.

He made sounds of impatiens as I made no move to follow him, blinking.

He sighed and came back. "What's wrong?"

I smiled, "I can't see in the dark as well as you."

"Oh… I'll help you! Follow me!" He grabbed for my hand, fingers just going threw. He stumbled, looking startled. He blinked, looking up at me.

I gave him a small smile. "You know what happened, right?"

He gave a small watery nod. "My mommy told me."

I kneeled in front of him. "Where is she now?"

"Dunno."

"You ok?"

He gave me a small smile. "You're like Mommy." He gave me, what would have been a hug if I could feel it. I wrapped my warms around him, even if I couldn't feel him. He seemed to feel better.

Behind me, I heard a door open.

The boy looked startled and I dropped my arms, turning my shoulders to see who it was.

Derek stood in the doorway in sweatpants giving me a weird look.

"I haven't lost it yet. This is Thomas." I said giving Derek a tired smile.

I glanced back to see Thomas waving. I smiled at Thomas before turning back to Derek.

"He says Hi."

Derek blinked and looked at the air in front of me where he assumed Thomas was. He surprised me by giving a small wave to the boy he couldn't see.

"I like him!" Thomas squealed.

I laughed quietly. Derek gave me a strange look, but I just shrugged and continued on. "We're going downstairs so we won't wake anyone." When I saw his look I added, "My suggestion."

His look said he wasn't so sure, and I didn't blame him. How many times have I made a mistake like this? Following people only I could see.

I sighed, wishing he would give me a little trust.

He surprised me by shrugging and turning back into his room.

"Chloe?" I looked at Thomas, who had his hand resting on my arm. "Can we go?"

I nodded and straightened.

I heard someone clear their throat.

I spun around wondering who had seen me talking to the voices now. I was surprised to see Derek back at the doorway.

"Do you… want me to come with you?" he looked uncomfortable.

I glanced at Thomas, who shrugged.

"Not tonight, thanks though." I bit my lip, hopping he wouldn't take it wrong.

He just grunted, "Don't stay up to late, you need sleep more then any of us."

I gave him a small smile. "We won't be too long."

Then I turned and gave Thomas a small push of encouragement that neither of us could feel, and followed him down the hall.

He led me to a small living room. I felt a plush rug under my feet, replacing the feel of the cold wood floors in the hallways. There was a long couch against the wall under a window, facing a large TV. Another couch was pushed against the wall facing me, a table sat between the two couches. The curtains on the window were drawn shut. I longed to open them, but I was afraid that what I saw outside would scare me.

Thomas plopped onto the couch. "Can we talk down here?"

I nodded and sat next to him.

"COOL!" he yelled.

I laughed. I couldn't help it, he was so cute.

"So, where is your mom?" I said gently.

"I don't know, she said she would check up on me, but I haven't seen her in three days." He said sadly.

I gave him a sympathetic nod. "You'll be ok."

"I know, I'm used to her disappearing." He said, smiling again.

"How old are you?" I said. His smile was contagious, it had me smiling again.

"I'm five and a half!" he said proudly. I was close.

"And what do you like?"

"Well… I like cars, and-and-and FROGS!, and-and playing hide and go seek!" he said in the excited way the kids I used to babysit did.

"Frogs?" I laughed "aren't they slimy?"

He made a face. "Not if you're used to it!" he said, as if it was obvious. It probably was to him and his friends.

"I've never touched a frog."

He jumped up. "THEN WE HAVE TO GO!" he screamed.

I smiled "Not tonight, I promised not to stay up too late."

He looked disappointed, almost making me take it back. "Another time, ok Chloe?"

I nodded.

"Is that man not letting you come?" he said, brow furrowed.

"The boy in the hall way? No, he's just looking out for me."

His scowl cleared. "Is he your brother? He has the same hair as you."

I laughed. "No, he's my friend. And my hair is usually blonde."

"Oh… Is he your boyfriend?" he said, giggling.

I laughed, "No, he's just taking care of me."

He paused. "What's his name?"

"My friend? Derek."

"Is he nice?"

"Yes, he's nice. Stop asking questions." I said smiling.

"Alright, and I promise I won't tell anyone about your boyfriend."

"It will be our secret?" I said, raising an eyebrow. There was no winning.

"Yes! We could have a club, and share secrets!" he looked excited.

"Maybe another time, when we hunt for frogs? It's past my bedtime, how are you still up?"

"How could I sleep?! I have a new friend!" he said.

"I don't know how long I'll be here for, but you can always come back and talk to me." I said, smiling.

"Are you going back to bed?" he said, looking nervous.

"Umm… yes. I need sleep." As if to prove my point, I let out a huge yawn.

"Well…" he looked down, embarrassed.

"What?"

"Can you stay down here with me? Till I fall asleep? I'll stay on the other couch. You can lay down on this one, like Mommy does."

I gave him a reassuring nod, not really caring where I fell asleep. The couch wasn't a bed, but it was better then any place I had been in the past few days.

"Thanks Chloe." He scrambled onto the other couch and curled up.

I sighed and watched him slowly drift off. I felt my eyelids start to fall. I laid on my side against the couch and drifted off.

Minutes later I felt strong arms lift me up. I really didn't care who it was. I curled into the person's chest and let him carry me.

Behind me I heard Thomas whisper softly something that sounded like, "It's your boyfriend…"

I smiled and fell asleep in capable hands.