Hey guys! I just realized that there aren't enough Darkest Powers fanfics out there, so, here ya go! Each chapter will be a different one-shot, and will be set in different times, places, and so on. This one is set a little while after The Awakening, and they are still at Andrew's house.

Disclaimer: if I owned darkest Powers, or any of the characters, do you really think I'd be wasting my time writing fan fiction?

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I cringed as Derek let out another blood curdling whimper. As he shivered, I shivered with him, as he whimpered, I felt like too, as his nails dug into the earth, I suffered along with him.

This was the fifth time that his body had tried, and failed, to change into a wolf. I inched closer to him, partly from the cold and partly from concern, and placed my hand on his back. Between his shoulder blades, like always. This time seemed to be the worst. His muscles weren't just spasming, they were twisting and curling themselves wildly around my hand.

They had also been coming more and more often, the last one being only the week before. I didn't know if this was natural for werewolves, and I was too scared to ask.

Derek let out another growl that sounded almost like a sob. Watching him writhe in pain, I felt like… crying. There was that feeling again, the same one that danced in my stomach whenever I saw him. I ignored it. No time for that right now.

"Good job. Good job. Good job." I just kept repeating those words of comfort, not knowing what else to say. I really had no idea what else to do. A wave of vomit spewed forth, and I resisted the urge to gag.

I moved even closer, feeling the heat of him dance on me, and placed my other hand flat against his lower back. It was hot. I felt a burning sensation, but didn't remove either of my hands. Derek needed me right now, I couldn't be weak.

As another spasm sent forth more bile, I began rubbing soothing circles on his back, like always. Then, I did something I never did before.

Without realizing what I was doing, I began leaning forward, and rested the side of my face in between my hands on his back. I heard a feral sounding grunt, telling me he hadn't expected this. I couldn't help but smile. Sure, he wouldn't notice me whispering to him through his pain, but the second I touch him, he looks up.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm him. After a while of this, the hair on his back began growing longer, thicker. I couldn't feel his warm skin anymore, so I started shivering. I dismissed the cold, and focused on the feeling of his soft fur under my cheek.

It seemed to pause for a second, and I waited for the hair to start receding as the change reversed itself. It didn't.

Still, trying not to worry him, I kept my eyes closed and didn't move.

Then, I heard a sound coming from him. I recognized it as a whisper, and moved closer to his head to hear the incoherent snarl. "Not right."

Those words sent terror through me, shooting ice into my veins. "Wh-wh-what? Wh-what's not right?" I said, probably more panicky then I cared to admit.

"It doesn't feel right. I keep… drifting in and out of control." he said, voice unrecognizable.

Before I could say anything else, his back shot up, and I moved back to my original position. I was seriously scared now. If Derek though something was wrong… ! I couldn't worry myself like this. He was probably just talking about falling asleep when he said 'drifting in and out'. then, what did the other part mean? the part where he added 'drifting in and out of control"

Who cared? He was probably exhausted, didn't know what he was talking about, but still, the fear sliced through me like a knife. What if something happened to him?!

My thoughts were broken by a howl. I realized that he was more canine then human now. The change seemed to be ending. See? I thought to myself, nothing was wrong.

Then the wolf beneath me turned to stare at me, and I felt scared. Adrenaline began dumping into my system, by the bucketfuls.

What's to be scared of? I asked myself. it's Derek.

But those eyes, they weren't his eyes. They weren't my Derek's eyes. That was enough to temporarily shock me out of my fear. When had I started thinking of him as my Derek? I didn't have much time to contemplate this as the wolf's eyes caught my attention again.

They were green, but not his green. They didn't have Derek inside them.

Without thinking what I was doing, suddenly I was rising. Then, I was running back towards the house., and the wolf was chasing me.

I ran my fastest, but the wolf caught up with me in no time. Then, I was falling. It all happened so fast, I never even thought about anything. My mind was blank. Either that, or, the thoughts were coming and going so fast I didn't even register them. That seemed like the more plausible answer.

The wolf was snarling at me. It walked so that it was over top of me, and lowered it's head to my neck.

I shut my eyes, hoping that Derek, if he was still in there, wouldn't kill himself after this.

Then, the heat was removed from my neck, and I looked up to see the wolf wildly throwing his head from side to side, and when he looked at me, it was his eyes. Derek's.

Then, he ran. I heard crinkling in the bushes not too far away, and I waited a couple of minutes before following.

I carefully and slowly pushed the branches aside, so I could see him, huddled on the ground, human features becoming recognizable again. "Derek?" I asked hesitantly.

Nothing.

I tried again. "Derek? Can you hear me?"

A grunt, then a look over his shoulder that told me to stay quiet, and give him some time to think. He was mostly human now.

Still feeling a twinge of uneasy, I kept my gaze on him until I was sure he wouldn't bolt. Then, I begin backing away. When my back hit a tree, I slid down it, waiting for what seemed like only a couple minutes, but in reality was probably close to an hour. Light was starting to break over the foliage, bathing me in gold.

When I couldn't wait any longer, I decided that he'd had enough time to himself, and approached the bush he was still behind. Slowly, like you do to spooked horses that you don't want to freak out and run away.

He mistook my slowness for fear. "You have every reason to be scared." he said. "Go ahead, go back to Andrew's."

He voice sounded unchararistically soft, and quiet. But, I kept advancing anyway. When I slid to the ground beside him, he took that as an opportunity to explain himself. "I almost killed you."

Okay, that wasn't the explanation I was expecting. But, I kept quiet, still, waiting for him to continue.

A shuddering breath, like he wasn't sure what to tell me. I wanted so badly to say Derek, it's not your fault.

But, the thing was, I wasn't sure if it was or not. I was praying for the latter.

"I could see you, clearly, and I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't stop it. I wanted to, but I couldn't." he looked up at me, like he was expecting me to slap him at any time.

When I didn't, he continued.

"it was like I was trapped inside my body. I couldn't stop what I was doing. I watched as I chased you, jumped on you, almost…" he trailed off, looking away.

I placed my hand over his. "It wasn't you, Derek. I know it wasn't you. You would never do that. Never." I said. When he tried to pull his hand away, I caught it in my other hand, holding his big hand between both of my petite ones.

He shook his head, gaze still wandering. I moved into his path of sight again. Then, he seemed to notice how close we were getting, and corrected it. "I could have so easily killed you, Chloe. I don't think you understand that. I could have killed you." he added quietly, leaning closer again.

We sat like this for a long time, staring into each other's eyes. When he tried to pull back, I gave his hand a squeeze, and soon, even he was leaning closer to me.

When our faces were so close I could feel his breath on my face I whispered. "But you didn't."

And then, he was kissing me, and my head was spinning, and I felt like the ground was falling out from beneath my feet, and all I cared abut was him, and the feel of his lips on mine.

After what could have been hours, we broke apart, both breathing raggedly. The guilt and anger (at himself) was still in his eyes, but further away. A burning passion had taken it's place.

He pulled me in, my head resting on his broad shoulder. I was half asleep, and wasn't sure if I'd heard it, but knew I had.

"Thank you, Chloe."

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There, it's finished! My first Darkest powers fanfic. I can't wait to get started on the next one-shot! Please tell me what you think. If you don't, I won't continue! Just one quick review? For me? Please?

PS: if you didn't get why he couldn't control what he was doing in wolf form, it's because of what the Edison group did.

-Serenity