Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not a thing. Not Derek. Not Simon. Not Tori. Not Chloe. *Sad face*

I wanted to start a fresh new story so here goes my pride and my embarrassment.

Chloe's POV.

It was the first night in a long time - what felt like a long time - I was able to sleep the night through. No worries. No ghosts. Just a nice dreamless sleep. Maybe it helped I knew everyone was safe now. Maybe it was because I knew Derek was close to me. Not in my bed, of course. Aunt Lauren would never allow it but he was next door with Simon and his dad. For the first time in a while, things were looking good.

"Did you sleep?"

I turned my head. Tori was rubbing her eyes, her head messy.

"I did," I smiled. "Peaceful."

"You have less bags under your eyes. You look more your age and less like an old woman."

Tori was not a morning person.

"Thanks..." I sat up slowly.

"Chloe...?" Tori hesitated. "How did -" She paused. "What are we gonna do now?"

"I-I don't know," I admitted. "We'll probably talk about that today."

Tori looked away. "I've never said thanks. You know. For helping me out. Suggesting I stay here too, I mean."

"You belong here," I said instantly. "You might not like it but you do. More than you know." Because Simon's your brother. Because Kit's your dad.

"Yeah well. Not like I have anywhere else to go," Tori shrugged. "Whatever. I've always managed on my own. It's cool."

"You're not on your own, Tori."

"Yeah, I know," she smiled weakly. "Is Liz here? I was just wondering if she was. I mean, you haven't said you've seen her since the other night and I was just thinking about her and-"

"She's not here right now," I cut in. "Not that I can see, anyway."

"...How did she die?" Tori asked quietly.

I froze. I shifted uncomfortable. I wasn't too sure how Liz died I just knew the Edison Group did it. I remember Liz once telling me she was strapped to a table and she opened her eyes. At least, she thinks she did. So that's what I told Tori.

"Oh."

We sat there, unsure what to say next.

"I'm going for a shower."

I watched her leave and felt so sorry for her. She had lost so much. Her mother, her father, her best friend. Yes, she had a biological father and brother but she didn't know that and I knew Tori and I were sort of friend these days, but I couldn't replace all she had lost. I could try and help her. I knew she'd never admit she was in pain but I could see it in her eyes.

"Hey honey," Aunt Lauren came in smiling. "Want some breakfast? Kit's made a bunch of Pancakes."

"O-okay. I'll just get dressed."

She smiled softly at me, going back out. I didn't have many clothes but I had some. I changed into the cleanest of clothes I could find and headed into the kitchen. Kit was whistling, flipping some pancakes while Simon was talking to my Aunt. I sat down and started picking at my pancakes.

"Not hungry?" Aunt Lauren frowned at me.

"Not really. I was wondering about Dad."

She stiffened. "What about him?"

"I want to let him know I'm okay."

"Chloe," she frowned deeply. "We can't do that without explaining eveything. He wouldn't understand."

"He's my dad," I said quietly.

"It would bring up too many questions," Aunt Lauren smiled softly. "We'll find a way, honey. But not now. We have things to do now."

Simon sent me a soft smile

I nodded. I don't know why my Aunt didn't like dad but she didn't. Something in the pass, I guess but she wasn't going to tell me. I knew she wasn't going to find a way to contact dad. Maybe Kit would help me. Maybe Derek would. I knew why bringing him into this would be dangerous but I wanted him not to worry and to know I was safe. But how could I do that without bringing him into this?

"What's the plan then?" I asked.

"We'll wait till everyone is here," Kit said.

I moved my pancakes over only to have them eaten. I looked up. Derek had a mouth full of pancake, looking down at me. His hair was half wet half dry. He'd just has a shower. He sat next to me, nudging my leg under the table. He'd heard me talking about my dad.

"You okay?" He mumbled.

I nodded, giving him a small smile.

Tori sat down and we began.

"Plans then," Kit began. "I know Tori printed off a list of other supernaturals so we'll try and find them. I know Chloe wants to find Rae which we'll hopefully do and maybe try and find Peter as well. We'll have to stay under the radar."

"Which is easy enough to do," Simon pulled a face. "Just have to not screw up."

"Exactly," Kit checked his watch. "Right. We'll leave in a few hours. I'm going shopping for clothes and food."

Tori was going with Kit. She wasn't going to let him pick out clothes for her. She said she'd get mine which I appreciated. Aunt Lauren was going with them too. Simon continued his comic that we had started a few nights ago. I sat with Derek on the sofa.

"We'll find a way with your dad," Derek said, his voice soft. "It's just-"

"Dangerous. I know," I snuggled into him. "I just miss him."

"I know what it's like," his arms slipped around me. "Maybe we'll find a spell that will let him know without knowing how he knows but he knows you're okay."

"That's a lot of knows."

"I know," Derek rumbled a laugh. "We'll find a way," he repeated.

"I can check on him," Liz said, popping up in front of me. I jumped.

"Sorry," she smiled. "I'm trying not to make your jump but it's like asking a cat not to meow."

"T-thanks, Liz," I rolled my eyes. "You'll check on who?"

"Your dad," Liz said happily. "I can go and see him, come back and tell you how he is."

"Thank you, Liz," I smiled slightly.

"Anytime," she winked and faded.

Maybe things would work out...

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