Listen to You Found me by The Fray when you read this!

"Goodbye Derek." Chloe went on her tippy-toes and kissed his nose.

Derek smiled and held her hand tighter. He didn't want her to go. She would be back very soon though, she was just looking for her dad. She already pretty much knew where he was.

"Goodbye." He whispered.

"Don't worry." Chloe told him and brought his hand to her chest. She held it with both of her hands. "I'll be back soon."

Derek sighed. He really didn't have a good feeling about this, but she needed to find her dad. "Call?"

"Promise." She smiled.

"Promise?"

"Promise. I'll call everyday." She pulled his hand her her lips and kissed his knuckle.

Derek looked at her sadly. He didn't want to be without her. Looking at his 20 year old girlfriend, he put up his other hand and grasped both of hers. "I'll miss you." He said softly.

Chloe bit her cheek to keep from crying. "I already do."

The trains engine started, it was her cue to get on. Derek held her hands tighter. It was hard for him to let her go and leave him. She would be alone, a target to danger and he couldn't go with her. She was determined to do this alone so, Derek would follow her wishes.

"I'm okay Derek." Chloe reassured. She pulled her hands from his grasp. "Goodbye." She kissed his cheek and rushed for the train.

"I love you..." Derek whispered, even though she was too far away to hear.

Chloe sighed as she looked at a shrinking Derek. Where should she start? Go to their old house? That's where she will go first. Suddenly, she felt empty. She already wanted to call Derek and talk to him. Why would she feel this empty? Did she feel like this before she met Derek?

"Hello." A person sat down next to her, putting their hand out for her to shake.

She jumped a bit and turned. There was a girl around her age.

Please don't be a ghost... Chloe prayed, while putting out her hand to shake. Thank goodness. Chloe smiled as heir hands made contact. Not a ghost. Good.

"My name's Marie." The girl smiled. She was tall with dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"I'm C-C-Chloe." Chloe replied.

"So," Marie started, sitting back in her seat. "where are you headed to?"

"A-A-A-Albany. Y-You?"

"Virginia."

Chloe's eyes widened. "V-Virginia?"

"Yes." The brown hair girl smiled. "I know? Far away, huh?"

Chloe smiled and nodded.

That's when they began their conversation on the train ride to their destinations. Though, they didn't know they would become good friends.

Derek sat by his phone. It had been a month since she had left. No calls. No anything. Maybe she was busy?

But what if something bad happened?

He shot those thoughts from his mind. Nothing bad could have happened. It was Chloe! Nothing could happen to her...

Right?

Derek looked at the picture of them.

A year.

A year.

She was supposed to be back right now. Where was she? Why hadn't she contacted him at all? Derek blinked away tears that came to his eyes. His Chloe was gone.

What if she found somebody better then him and realized that she couldn't love anybody like him? That wouldn't happen though. It couldn't happen!

Chloe... Derek made his way to his window. Where are you?

"Dad." Chloe said sternly. "I h-have to g-g-g-go."

"No." Steve whispered. "Don't leave Chloe, you can't. I just got you back."

Chloe walked up to her dad. How did he get like this? A huge business man, to a complete mess?

"D-Dad..." She said softly.

Steve walked up and hugged his daughter. "Don't leave."

Chloe sighed. "Can I use the p-p-phone? P-please?"

"No!" He exclaimed. "I've told you almost every day! No calls out!" He stepped back and slumped on the couch.

Tears sprang in her eyes. "Dad, I have to call s-s-somebody if you won't l-let me go!"

He sprang from his seat. "NO! You can't. You're going to call somebody to take you away, aren't you?"

"N-No, Dad." Chloe reassured, trying to settle him down. "I won't. But I have to tell h-h-h-him something-ing."

No, no no! I said him.

"Him?" Steve asked. "You want to leave your dad for a boy?"

"T-that's not i-i-it! I-" Steve cut her off.

"Why Chloe? Why?"

"Dad-"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Chloe looked down, not meeting her fathers gaze. "Y-yes."

"Is he a supernatural too?" He asked wide-eyed.

Chloe looked at her father, then down at her feet again. Why did she tell him that she was a supernatural again? Would he freak if she told him that yes, in fact, Derek was a supernatural.

"Yes." She said quietly.

Steve glared. "What kind?"

"S-s-s-s-s-sorcer-r." She stuttered out.

"You're lying." He accused. "Look me in the eyes and say that!"

Chloe looked in her fathers blue distraught eyes.

"He's a werewolf." She says very quietly.

"A what?" Steve asks, not believing his ears.

A tear streamed down her face. She now thinks about how Derek must be taking this. Not being there for his changes, or for him. He is alone. Though, he has Simon and his dad, he's told her before. He doesn't tell them nearly as much as he tells her. He lets down his mask down more around her then anyone else.

"A werewolf!" She screams at him. Tears fully running down her face now. "A werewolf, he's a werewolf." She repeated.

Steve looked horrified. How could his daughter leave him for a werewolf?

"I have to go back, Dad. I have to get back to him." She squeezes her eyes closed.

"Do you have a picture of this werewolf?" Steve puts out his hand.

Chloe sticks her hands in her pockets. Should she show him the picture? The picture she brings everywhere with her? The only picture she has of him and her now? She clutched her small wallet that was in her pocket. It was in her pocket because she was planning to leave. Then and there. But she couldn't .

Why couldn't she?

She pulled out the wallet and opened it up. There was a strip of her and Derek when she forced him to go into a photo booth.

"Come on, come on!" Chloe pulled Derek toward the booth.

"No." He said. "I am not going in there." He crossed his arms.

"Please?" She put on a pouting face and pulled him harder.

Derek tried not to look at her. One look and he would be doing whatever she wanted him too. That stupid look. Why did it have to be so freaking cute? Derek took a peek at the look. Her big blue eyes watering up and he small pink lips pouting.

"Fine." He said madly. Damn it! He fell for it again.

Chloe grinned, ran up to the photo booth and opened the curtain. She jumped in and looked at Derek.

Derek sighed but got into the booth. She put in a dollar and smiled for the camera.

Click!

First photo.

She looked at Derek ad punched him, seeing he was sulking.

Click!

Derek smirked a bit at her and rolled his eyes. She was looking at him.

Click!

"What'll make you smile?" She asked.

Derek looked at her devilishly.

Click!

Derek leaned forward and caught his lips with hers.

Click!

He pulled back, smiling. Chloe smiled too and made her way to get out. He climbed out before her and grabbed her hand, helping her down.

Chloe ran to the side to grab the strip of photos. One of her smiling and him pouting, another of her punching him and the next him holding back a smiled with her looking at him. The one after was of her talking and Derek smiling as if he was going to do something. The last, was them kissing.

Steve looked at these pictures, this Derek kid was not how he envisioned a person her daughter would date.

He threw the picture on the ground and rubbed his foot on it.

"No!" Chloe screamed, and fell to the floor, grabbing for the picture.

"Go to bed." Steve said one Chloe recovered the the torn picture.

Derek, Chloe thought. Hoping, somehow, he would hear her. I'm so sorry. I love you.

Three years. Nothing from Chloe.

Derek got out of bed, not bothering to shave. He hasn't for a while. Not for a year after Chloe's been gone and Kit died, he's only shaved a few times.

Why did she have to be gone? Especially since his dad just died?

He was a wreck.

What was he to do now?

He went through his daily routine. Get up, look in the mirror. Eat, alcohol, bathroom.

Grabbing a beer, Derek opened it and took a swig. He felt numb. Who knew somebody would have such an impact on his life?

This is why he kept everybody out. So he didn't have to feel these emotions. He hated emotions. They were stupid.

The phone rang.

He rushed to the phone and looked at the ID. It wasn't her number. But what if she was calling on it for some reason? What if its her new boyfriends phone? Derek growled. He wouldn't think of that.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey." The person on the other line said.

Simon.

"Yes?" Derek asked. Not wanting to talk to anybody.

Simon sighed. They were all worried about him. Chloe going away impacted him the most, and who would have known Kit's death would too?

"Want to come over?" Simon asked hopefully.

"No." Derek replied quickly.

"Derek," Simon tried to reason him. "Please come, you need to get out of your apartment. How are you even paying the rent anyway?"

"I have my ways."

"Derek-" Derek cut him off.

"Don't Derek me. I'm really not in the mood."

"You're never in the mood!" Simon suddenly exploded. "Listen, and listen to me now. You have to move on! Get out of your house and do something! I'm tired of your sorry ass! Get the hell out of bed. Dad's death and Chloe leaving hurt all of us! Not just you." He hung up.

Derek stared at the phone, replaying what Simon just said.

Screw it. He chugged down the rest of his beer and went in the bathroom. He looked in the mirror. He had a serious 5 o'clock shadow and bags under his eyes. What would Chloe do if she saw him like this?

Not having the strength to look in the mirror anymore and sat on the floor, just thinking. His changes were horrible without her there with him. He never thought changing would be much different without her there but it was. It was the worst kind of pain.

He laid down. Why? Why did this happen to him? It was probably because he was a no-good werewolf. Stupid, stupid werewolf.

The door to his apartment opened.

How did they get in? The only other key he had to his apartment was with Chloe.

But she was never coming back.

He smelt something. Something... wonderful. Something he hadn't smelt in three years.

Chloe?

No.

Why was his nose screwing with him?

"Derek?" Somebody called softly.

It was her.

It was Chloe.

"Chloe?" His voice cracked.

Footsteps to the bathroom could be heard and a girl with strawberry blonde hair peeked in.

"Derek!" Chloe exclaimed and jumped over to him. He sat up.

He couldn't believe it

"Where were you?" He asked.

She thought of something to say. What would she say? Its been three years!

"Just a little late." She smiled and sat on his lap.

She brought her hand up to his hair, missing the feeling of it. She rubbed her hand through it, then slid her hand down to his face. Rubbing her thumb across his lips, she saw just how cracked his lips were. Her hand now slid around to the very top of the back of his neck. She leaned forward and attached her lips to his.

Derek smiled during their passionate kiss. Was she really here? Or was this a dream?

It this was a dream,

He never wanted to wake up.

"Chloe..." He stated, not believing she was actually there.

"Shh." She whispered, bringing her hands to the sides of his face. She rested her forehead and nose against his, and smiled again. "I've missed you."

Derek snorted. "Me too." But missing was an understatement, he felt so much more.

She brought her lips to his again.

When they broke apart Derek knew this was real. It wasn't a dream. She was actually there with him, no trick.

"Chloe?" He asked.

"Hmm?"

"I love you." He whispered.

Chloe's smile grew. She hadn't smiled like this in a long time.

"I love you." She whispered back and began kissing him again.

Derek begged for this to never end. To let Chloe never leave him again.

He smiled, and wondered what would happen when Simon and Tori figured out Chloe was back.

For now, he wasn't going to think about that though.

All he was going to think about was the petite girl kissing him.

DONE!

Man, that took longer then I expected! -_-'

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