A/N: FIRST CHAPTER! I am really excited to be writing this for you guys! So… Um… Don't kill me because the Chlerek doesn't start right away… A good story needs obstacles! Also, I've decided that because I'm obsessed with music I am going to try something. I was once upon a time reading a book. And in the back of this book was a list of songs that related to different scenes in the book. I liked that idea so I'm going to use it. This is NOT a song fic. It is me sharing music with you that you can choose to listen to if you wish. The chapter will be written before the song is chosen. I hope you enjoy!

-NotEverQuiteRight

P.S.: I don't own Darkest Powers. I promise you I don't and I won't try to steal it… Really!

"Am I just floating around in this moment of time and space?
It makes me wonder.
A state of mind cause I'm just fading away
And my head is lost up in the satellites
I'm so far and gone to ever get it right
Through unseeing eyes, day dreaming again
Eternity is seemingly an endless waiting.
Lost in forever
Eternally, a limitless time it's never ending
I'm lost in forever"

-P.O.D. "Lost in Forever"

I can't close my eyes without seeing them. It's almost painful, calling me out of the present and my body, into the past almost as if I'm there again.

One minute I'm sitting at the table with my aunt and the next, I'm on a plane to Tokyo my parents seated on either side of me. I'm ten years old again and so used to this it's almost boring.

My mother turns to me, totally calm and says, "What do you want to do in Tokyo, Chloe?"

I consider for a minute before answering. For my father everywhere we go is business, almost twenty four seven, but for my mother and me, it was a chance to learn something. Even if we'd been to a place before we always found something new to learn. My mother also made sure that not only was I educated about history, science and the world, but I also knew quite a few languages and was semi-skillful in math. Because of this, where I should have been in fifth grade, I was instead in the sixth grade level. "Where haven't we been before?"

"I really can't say… How do you feel about deciding when we get there?" She smiles at me, and I'm back in the present my aunt asking if I'm ok.

Blink, I'm five, riding an elephant with my mother. Blink, I'm thirteen, wandering an old museum looking at fossils and stuffed whales. Blink, its two weeks ago, and I am sitting watching crappy daytime television in the penthouse living room with my aunt Lauren when the phone rings. She finishes folding a pair of socks and gets up to answer it. When she hangs up, she walks back over to me. She sits down, and I'm not really paying attention to her body language, so I ask, "Was that my parents? How are they?"

I look away from the television as I say this and, I am surprised to see tears running down her cheeks. "What is it? What's wrong?" My aunt has always been strong and never let her emotions get the best of her; it was what made her a great doctor.

It takes her a minute, but, finally she manages to choke out, "Your parents, Chloe, their plane… it… crashed… ten minutes out of Paris…"

"W-w-what? Are they…"

"Dead? Yes, I'm sorry. Their saying it was nearly instant… painless."

This time when I open my eyes I know it's over for now. I am definitely not fine. "I-I think I'm going to go get ready…" Leaving the table I felt her eyes training on my back as I walk toward my bathroom.

XxXxXxX

I have to force myself to turn off the water and step out of the shower, the feeling of the water the only thing keeping me sane. Opening the shower door, I step out and grab my crimson towel. I wrap it around myself and grab another towel for my hair. Then I pad out into the hall, wrapping it around my head.

Sitting on my bed is a charcoal long sleeved cocktail dress, a black flower hair band for my hair and a pair of new black flats. I throw on some underwear and pantyhose, then grab the dress. After I dry off my hair I pull it on adjusting the gathering to where it was supposed to sit just above my right hip. I pull out the stool that sits in front of the desk, in front of a mirror, that replaces a vanity.

I look myself in the eyes, and see my parents faces reflected in the mirror, over taking mine. The only thing that doesn't shift is my eyes, brimmed with tears. The tears spill down the ever-changing cheeks leaving shiny trails. I wipe at them and look away. When I finally gather the courage to look up again, I see myself and it doesn't change.

I go back to the bathroom to hang the towels and wash my cheeks to get rid of the tear tracks. Back in front of my mirror, I am for once glad for looking younger than I am. I have barely ever had a zit, like the child I resemble. So, I have no reason for anything other than eye make-up and lip gloss. I line the inside of my eyes with black eyeliner then put one layer of mascara over my blonde lashes. Smearing a bit of light pink lip gloss over my bottom lip, I smack my lips together and clean up the edges of my lips a bit with a cotton swab.

Next, I tackle my thin wispy strands of hair. I load my hand up with moose and work it through my hair back to front. After that I add some gel and a little bit of hair wax. Leaving a little bit of hair in front of my ears, framing my face, I pull the rest back into a loose bun. Grabbing a bottle of maximum hold hair spray, I liberally shower my head. I add the hair band sticking it through the pulled back hair I place it so the small black flower is on the opposite side of the gathering in my dress. I spray again, making sure that the style will last through leaving the door.

Finally finished, I headed for the door, reaching for the shoes and a grey trench coat. Stopping at the full length looking glass in the hall I pull on the shoes and trench coat and as I was in the store, am surprised to find the even though black completely washes me out, the charcoal color brought out my hair and eyes, and was just dark enough for the occasion. I hear the sound of heels heading toward me and turn to see my aunt heading down the hallway toward me.

"You ready?" Her voice is soft, semi-soothing and draws tears to my eyes. I blink them away and nod allowing her to lead me to the elevator and the car.

A/N: I know, I know, short chapter… but it seemed like a natural place to end it! The next chapter shouldn't have to long of a wait, because, hopefully, I will have started it by the time this one is done. Of course, some of you know me and know this isn't a guaranty. I'LL TRY! Also if in the coming little bit I don't update often, it's because school is starting soon and I am trying out for the junior football team, as well as having homework and helping my dad coach peewee football (bottom of the totem pole…). And after that my parents want me to try out for wrestling and after that I want to try out for rugby. So I am going to be one busy girl. So be patient with me okay?

-NeverQuiteRight