Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own nothin.
This takes place after Chloe, Tori, Derek and Simon arrive with Andrew at the safe house for supernaturals. It's in Simon's point of view.
I needed to talk to Chloe, but couldn't find her. I'd been dropping hints, holding her hand and flirting but I'd just decided she deserved more than subtle clues. I wanted to tell her how I felt.
The house was big, bigger than two Lyle houses put together and I wasn't used to it yet. I knew that if I found the front door I could get to our bedrooms, the kitchen, the living room, and two of the bathrooms; so that was my goal' find the front door.
I wandered helplessly somewhere on the second floor until I finally found two stairways, one went up, the other went down. I chose to go down.
"Whoever built this place should do mazes or something." I muttered under my breath. I hadn't seen anybody wandering the halls lately and figured they were probably all outside.
"Hey, it's Simon right?" I turned to see a girl, about my age with long brunet hair and sparkling bluish-green eyes.
"Yea," I said trying to remember her.
"I'm Lindsay, but you can call me Linds if you want." She said smiling and holding out her hand. I shook her hand, but was too distracted to really pay any attention to what she was saying.
"Can you help me find someone?" I blurted out turning back to her and smiling, feeling a little rude.
"Yeah, of course; where do you need to go?" she asked returning the grin.
"I can't find the front door." I said feeling kind of stupid. "From there I should be able to find my way."
"Okay, it's this way." She said gesturing for me to follow her.
We walked down the hall and made a right turn through a doorway without any door.
"So, who are you looking for?" She asked looking over at me. "If you don't want to tell me it's fine." She said after a silence.
"No, sorry I just spaced out I guess." I said turning back to her with a grin. "I'm looking for Chloe; she's one of the girls I came with." I said.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Lindsay asked blushing as soon as the question passed her lips and looked away.
"No." I said looking down. "Were just good friends." I told her.
She nodded silently but still looked away. We walked in silence for awhile turning into different corridors every so often.
"Oops." She gasped as a paper fluttered to the ground. We reached for it at the same time, but I was able to grab it first. I went to hand it to her before seeing the pictures and pulling it back.
"Don't." She said, but the paper was already unfolded.
On the paper was an intricate drawing of a girl with long brown hair and big green eyes. She was holding out her hands where flame danced on her fingertips.
Lindsay reached out and snatched the paper from my hands, before folding it and putting it back in her pocket.
"Did you draw that?" I asked slightly shocked.
"Yeah, it's nothing." She said trying to hide her red face behind a curtain of hair.
"That's so cool." I said reaching into my pocket and pulling out my picture of Chloe, releasing the spirit in the warehouse to its afterlife. It was partially colored.
"Wow, you're an artist?" She asked smiling.
"Amateur, but yeah, I draw." I said smirking.
"Maybe you can show me some of your work sometime." She said walking again.
"And maybe you can show me some of yours." I replied following her down the hall.
"Well here we are." She said looking up and grinning before looking down.
"Hey Linds," I called after her, she was walking away the way we'd come. "Could you help me look for my friends?" I didn't really need her there when I found Chloe, but she looked kind of upset.
"Sure." She said perking up automatically, maybe a bit too much but I ignored it and let her lead me through multiple rooms.
"So where do you think she could be?" She asked after a while of searching.
"I don't know." I admitted frustrated. "We've been sticking toward the front of the house, so I figured she'd be in this area."
"Let's check the living room." She said skipping off down the hall and taking a sharp right. I jogged after her, catching up in the doorway of a large open room. She was standing there in the doorway, a look of pity across her face. She turned away, probably to come and get me, I thought.
The look on her face was as if I'd just told her that my best friend died or something. Her mouth was open as if she were frozen, mid-word.
I didn't understand the expression until I examined the room. Two large couches occupied the far side of the room. There was a coffee table in the middle and an old TV was against the wall closest to us, but that wasn't what Linds was startled by.
"That's the girl from the picture isn't it?" She asked looking off toward the corner of the room I hadn't paid much attention to. It was dark, the only part of the room where the illumination of a lamp or some sort of light didn't reach.
On the edge of that shadow on the far end of the couch was Chloe. She was kneeling there stretching up with one leg on the ground for added height. Her arms were wrapped around some guy's neck as she pulled herself closer to him in a breathless kiss.
Then I caught a look of who that some-guy really was. That was no stranger she was attached to by the lips, it was Derek. My own brother, who I was closer to than anyone in the world, was sitting on that couch making out with the girl I was just about to admit my love to. Ouch.
I felt a soft hand on my arm, but didn't have the will power to shake her off. "I'm sorry." She said quietly.
My eyes were glued to what was happening in front of me. At the sound of Lindsay's voice Derek's head snapped up. His expression was of pure shock, I'm sure mine matched. Chloe didn't notice; she just looked up at him, muttering something and wrapping her arms as far around Derek's torso as she could.
I didn't give Derek time to react; I just spun around leaving Lindsay behind.
I heard her follow me, but didn't say anything. I hated to be rude after she'd been so kind to me, but now wasn't the best time. I'd been ready to tell Chloe I loved her, and that happened.
"Simon, are you alright?" Lindsay asked grabbing my hand to stop my retreat. She looked down at our hands and pulled hers back quickly, wincing as if waiting for me to chew her out.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said curtly.
"She meant something." Lindsay said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah," I muttered somberly.
"And he does to, but who is he?" She asked, how could someone I barely known read right through me like that.
"He's my brother." I said looking down, this was not the best time for her to be questioning me about Derek, hadn't he known how I felt about Chloe?
"Oh, you two don't… look alike." She said obviously caught off guard.
"We're foster brothers." I explained.
"Ah," She said reminding me of the psychiatrist off some movie I'd seen awhile ago. Movies, I scolded myself internally. Not the best thing to think about. Of course the simplest thing like thinking of a movie reminded me of Chloe, being a director wannabe film student.
"Listen, can we not talk about this?" I asked pleadingly.
"Sure." She said moving along. "What ya wanna talk about?"
"I don't know anything about you." I came up with the subject quickly.
"Okay, well… I've lived here for about two years now. Everybody here is like extended family to me, it really helps me cope." She said trying to come up with more to say.
"Cope?" I asked curiously. This wasn't just a distraction though; I was really interested in Lindsay. She seemed cool… an artist, a supernatural, and she was really nice; we could be good friends, or at least for as long as we stayed here. It was always good to have connections though.
"Well my mother died three years ago. She worked with the Edison group and I guess she did something wrong. She was a human, but I guess there are positions there for non-supernaturals too. So anyway, she was killed."
Her mood was downcast now and I felt bad that my inquisition had brought her down.
"I'm sorry." I muttered following her upstairs now.
"Oh, it's fine. Anyway my father was gone; he was a fire demon so he never stuck around, but after awhile I found out about this place and I've been here ever since."
We continued on conversation of lighter topics until we stopped in front of a door. "This is your room right?" She asked looking at the closed door.
"Umm, yeah," I said counting how many doors down the hall we were.
"Well you told me I could see some of your work. You have anything better to do?" She asked resting her hands on her hips.
"Nope, come on in." I said opening the door and waving my arm in a gesture for her to make herself at home.
On a desk in the corner was my notepad and a few pencils that Andrew had grabbed for me on a grocery run.
Lindsay moved over to the desk and began flipping through my work, grinning at the images on the pages. "These are great." She complimented.
"Thanks." I said smiling at the praise.
"What's this from?" She asked me unfolding a piece of paper with a drawing of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
"Oh, that was the note I left for Chloe and Tori when we got split up on the run.
"I'll be back." She quoted in her best accent.
I smiled and sat on my bed, watching her expression as she looked at each drawing.
"You're very talented." She said plopping down next to me on the mattress.
"Why thank you." I replied smiling.
We were so close, all I had to do was lean in to gently press my lips to hers. When I pulled back after the short kiss she looked shocked, I was shocked too but I didn't let it sink in. I wasn't sure if this was what I really wanted or if it was to subside the pain of Chloe's rejection for the time being, but I did know that for now, it felt good. So I leaned in and kissed her longer this time.
We pulled apart again. "I'd better go." She said her expression mingling between shock and happiness. "I'll see you later, Simon." She said before leaving and closing the door behind her, but not before dropping a folded piece of paper onto my bed.
I un-folded it; It was a picture of a sorcerer. Me? He stood in a relaxed position but his right hand was held out shooting a wave of red power; next to him stood a brown haired girl with fire on her fingertips.
Was it okay? Well I planed on making this a one shot, but I'd like your opinion. Should I continue or leave it as is?
O and by the way... Lindsay is a real person (My #1 Favorite cuz) just thought I'd tell u that.