This is another idea, I came up with. In this story, Chloe is 15, Derek is 9, Simon is almost 9, and Tori is 13. Chloe is Simon and Derek's babysitter, and they both have a crush on her, isn't that cute:P

Hope you enjoy, this chapter is not so long, it's just some sort of prologue… next one(s) will be longer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers, Kelley Armstrong does.

Simon's point of view.

"Will you come sit next to me?" I asked Chloe, our babysitter, but we didn't need a babysitter. She was just here to play with us. When daddy told Derek and me we were getting a babysitter, I didn't want one. Tori could also have done it, but she was on a date with some footballer, and dad said Chloe was more 'responsible'. I don't know what that is, but I think it's better. I thought Chloe was going to be like nanny McPhee, but she was much prettier than nanny McPhee. And she was nicer. And she didn't have a tooth sticking out of her mouth, or warts on her face. She was beautiful. And I wanted her to sit next to me. But of course Derek wanted that too.

"She doesn't want that, Simon, she wants a real man, just like me." He said.

"I'm gonna be 9 in three weeks, and then I will also be a man, just like you and daddy!" I said.

"Boys, please, don't fight for me… I can sit next to both of you, okay? I'll go sit here," she pointed at the head of the table, "and you guys can sit on each side of me."

"That's not next to you!" I said.

"You better just sit there, cause she was going to sit next to me, and then you wouldn't sit next to her at all." Derek always wanted to be the last one to say something.

"Okay…" I muttered, and I went to sit on my side of the table. Chloe had made us pancakes. She always cooked something nice for us. When she was done, she asked:

"Where are the plates, again? I always forget."

"I'll get them for you!" Derek said, but I was closer to the closet. I grabbed one plate, because dad told me not to take more, cause they would fall, and brought it to Chloe.

"Thank you, Simon." She smiled at me, and I grinned.

"She said my name!" I said to Derek, and I stuck out my tongue. But then I saw Derek with two plates. "Doesn't matter, cause I've got more!" he said. That's not fair, Derek is always stronger and faster and smarter than me. "You don't play fair! You're only stronger as me because you're a werewolf!"

"It's stronger than me." Derek corrected me. Also not fair.

"Oh, Derek, be careful. You might drop them." Chloe said.

"Hah!" I said. He looked at me angrily, but said nothing. He just gave the plates to Chloe and sat on his chair. I stayed where I was and crossed my arms.

"Simon, are you coming to eat?" Chloe asked.

I shook my head. I didn't want to eat at the same table as Derek.

"Do I have to come and get you?" Chloe asked. I nodded.

She sighed, but stood up from the table and picked me up. "I even made you pancakes…" she said.

"I'm sorry, Chloe." I said.

"It's alright." She patted me on my head. I didn't like it when people did that, they always did that with little children. But I didn't mind if Chloe did it. "What do you want on your pancake?"

"Chocolate." I decided.

We ate our pancakes, and when we were done, we played hide and seek inside the house. Chloe said she would be looking first. I hid behind the curtain. I couldn't see Chloe. I didn't see where Derek went.

"… 18, 19, 20!" I heard Chloe say. "Okay, I'm going to look for you now!" she yelled. I giggled, she would never find me here.

"Hoh! Did I hear someone giggle?" Chloe said. Noooo… I smiled. I heard footsteps coming my way. "Simon? Is that you?" she opened the curtain. "There you are!" she smiled.

"Aaah, you found me…"

"Yeah! I won! … Shit!" Derek said. Than it was quiet.

"Do you want to help me find Derek?" Chloe asked. I nodded. After a while we found him in one of the closets in the kitchen.

"Hah. Hah! I won, I won, I won!" Derek made a little dance.

"That's not fair, you stupid moron!" I said.

"Simon! That's not nice to say to your brother!" Chloe said. "Say sorry!" I looked her in the eyes, and she really meant it. "But he is…" I said to her.

"No he is not, Simon, say sorry, or you have to go to bed immediately."

"I don't want to go to bed!"

"Than you have to say sorry… It's that easy."

"Sorry Derek… I won't do it again."

"It's okay, cause I won!" he said.

"Well done, Simon. Now, who taught you that?" she asked.

"Tori."

"Of course…" Chloe sighed.

"She calls her boyfriends like that aaaaall the time!" Derek said.

"That's not nice of her," Chloe said, "but she's four years older than you. She knows what she's talking about… I think… You can't just call your brother like that because he won, okay?"

We both nodded. Than the bell rang, and our dad was back. We hugged Chloe goodbye, and after she'd left, we had to go sleep.