A/N: I noticed that there don't seem to be any Simon and Chloe stories, so I decided to write one. This doesn't mean I don't like Derek. It just means that I thought there should be a story about Simon and Chloe. See? Simple logic. Kind of.
This story takes place right after The Awakening. If you haven't read the first four chapters of The Reckoning, go on Kelley Armstrong's website and read them. DO IT!! After you read my story, of course.
I don't own anything. That's obvious from the fact that I'm doing this instead of off in Europe or something spending my thousands of dollars on stalking Tom Felton.

..Seattle. They were shipping us off to Seattle. Where they had an average of 8 sunny days a year. What. The. Hell.

Andrew and the other supernaturals who had come to his meeting , if you could even call it that, decided that we should go to Seattle. Apparently they'd gotten some cryptic hint that Simon and Derek's dad was somewhere around there. Simon was all ready to leave right away. Derek....well, it's impossible to tell with him. And Tori, she just wanted to go somewhere with a shopping district. But I was a little more skeptic. If the message was as cryptic as they said, then that meant that it would have taken them a while to figure out. Which meant that they would have had to have gotten this mysterious message at least 6 or 7 hours ago. And they didn't feel the need to tell us? Suspicious is an understatement. They were hiding something. Whether they were doing this to get us as far away from them as possible or because they actually had a plan, they were hiding something.

And I don't like it when people are hiding things. Kind of ironic, considering all the involvement I've had with the Edison Group. And they are all about secrets.

I was just sitting on the bed in the room I'd been sleeping it -it's not like I had much to pack- when Tori came racing into my room. Which was enough of a surprise as it is, but then she actually sat on the other end of the bed. And get this-she wasn't glaring. I think that was the single most confusing moment of my life.

"Chloe....I think I need your help." Scratch that. Now it was the most confusing moment of my life. Tori Enright asking for help? From me? "I think my mom's trying to find a way to track us. And she's using me to do it." My only response was to raise my eyebrows, so she said, "You know how Simon's dad taught him that locating spell that he was trying, and failing, I might add, to cast when we were still in Buffalo? I think my mom is doing that. But in a more...correct way."

"And you're asking me for help...why? You know that Simon and Derek know WAY more about this stuff than I do."

"No shit, Sherlock. But if I tell either of them, you know they'll ship me straight back. No matter how I fight back."

"You don't know that, they might-"

"No, I do know that. And so do you. So help me stop my mom." I was about to ask how she knew what her mom was doing, but that would probably just piss her off. More. Piss her off more. There was no way she could not be pissed off, having to come here and ask me for help.

"Fine. I'll help. But not until we get to Seattle."

"How is that going to help? If we're already in Seattle, and she finds us, and then you fix it, we're kind of screwed. Fix it NOW."

"And how am I supposed to do that? I don't know anything about it. And don't you think that if her spell really worked fast enough that she would already have sent people here? Look, I'll do some research on the plane; casually ask Simon about it in a very unobvious way."

She glared at me and blew out a breath. "Fine. But don't think that I actually like you now. Or that this is gonna be a reoccurring thing. Because it's not." And her saying that actually made me feel better. The day Tori actually becomes a nice person will be the day hell freezes over. And if hell froze over, I would be seriously freaked out. Who knows what that would do to all the freaky demons of the world? I still hadn't forgotten my experiences with that demi-demon when the Edison Group had me locked up.

Tori got up and walked out of the room as quickly as she could, leaving me to figure out what I was supposed to do. Actually, it wasn't that hard. All I had to do was casually ask Simon about protective spells you could cast on yourself, ones so that people maybe couldn't locate you, possibly even suggest he try one. Simple.

But every plan always has a flaw.

And the flaw in my plan? I had to make sure Derek couldn't hear.

So.........what did you think? It's a little short, I know, but I just needed to get the story started first. I promise the next one will be longer! Of course, you have to press that pretty little green button down there first.......