1Hey guys! I couldn't sleep last night and I had a bunch of little chlerek ideas running through my head. Then when I went to write the next chapter for my other story, I got writers block, but I was still in one of my writey moods. I think it's because it snowed last night. The snow always make me want to snuggle up in a warm chair with my laptop and a hot chocolate and just write, write, write! So here it is. Just so you know, Simon and Chloe are 7 and Dereks 8. But since Dereks a werewolf his hormones are that of about some one at least four years older than him, he just doesn't realize it. Kit knows, but didn't feel the need to tell him. Okay, just thought I'd clear that up for ya. Here's the story!

Disclaimer; I don't own Derek, Simon, Chloe, or Kit! *sob*

DPOV

"C'mon Derek! I can see Dads car. Look, it's over there!" Simon said tugging on my wrist and tugging him in the direction of the black S.U.V. I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm. Of course he's here, he picks up every day after school. It's first grade, it's not like he's gunna let us walk home. Dad stepped out of the car and walked over to us with a smile on his face. I don't think Simon could tell, but there was a twinge of un-ease in the depth of his eyes. I wonder what's wrong. But I didn't ask, Dad would tell us when he was ready, it was pointless to pry. He gave me and Simon each a hug, then ushered us into the car. The whole ride home I kept thinking up possibilities of what Dad wasn't tell us. He could trust us if it were supernatural stuff, he'd already told us what we were. Well, I already knew what I was from my days at the lab, but he explained it.

When we pulled into the driveway, Dad didn't get out of the car or make any move to undo Simon's car seat. I didn't need one 'cus I was older and weighed a lot more. He turned in his seat to face us and took a deep breath. I looked at him expectantly while Simon looked confused. He couldn't read people as well as I could.

"Boys..." he started cautiously, "we're going to have house guest for a little while. She's very nice, but she's also scared and fragile at the moment." Well, this sure isn't what I expected.

"What does fragile mean?" Simon asked.

Dad narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, trying to figure out how to explain it. I knew what it meant, but Simon didn't have as broad of a vocabulary as I did.

After a minute, he said, "It's another word for sensitive."

"Oh..." he said with false understanding. Sure enough, a second later his eyes narrowed in confusion again. "What does sensitive mean?" I rolled my eyes.

"It's a longer word that means she gets upset easily." Simon nodded, finally understanding.

"Well I don't like her," I spat. How dare some girl just come into my pack without my permission?

"Derek!" Dad snapped. I quickly shut up and sat up straight. I don't like to be a problem for Dad. He was kind enough to take me away from that god awful lab about three years ago. I had this saying when I was there, never bite the hand that feeds. Basically it means that if you behave, you don't get in trouble. And when you don't get in trouble, you don't cause problems. I could smell as well as see that Dad was angry and upset with my attitude towards the new girl. I had the decency to look sorry.

He sighed. "Derek, I know that you don't like strangers coming into our home-" got that right "-but you have to understand that something very tragic has happened to her and-"

"What does tragic mean?" Simon asked, again not knowing. I'm not saying he was stupid, but his lack of vocabulary was starting to get on my nerves. Normally, I could deal with it and patiently explain what each word meant, but it was hard to be patient when he kept interrupting Dad while he was explaining something important.

"Something very bad and upsetting." I answered before Dad got the chance. Simon nodded and I turned my attention back to Dad, motioning for him to continue.

"As I was saying... something tragic has happened to her and she's taking it very hard. So when you confront her, be gentle and don't mention her family. Okay?"

We both nodded, still a little confused.

"Hey Dad," Simon asked, "How long is she gunna stay here?"

"I'm not sure, a month at least."

"Cool!" he exclaimed. "Derek, we get a new play mate!" And with that he hastily un-did his car seat and ran to the side door that lead into the kitchen. Dad sighed and followed him seeing how Simon couldn't get in without the keys. I took a deep breath and reluctantly made my way to the door. I just hope I don't growl at her the second I catch her scent, that would not blow over well. When I reached them Dad had just about un-locked the door and Simon was bouncing with excitement. Again, I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm.

When Dad finally got the door open Simon charged in. Dad followed him telling him to slow down. I slumped my shoulders and pushed some of my jet black hair out of my eyes. It was long, but not too long. I forced myself inside only to stop when I saw that they had stopped at the edge of the kitchen. There wasn't a wall to separate the kitchen from the living room, you just looked down to see if you were standing on brown-ish-red-ish tile or a dirty white carpet to know what room you were in. I heard them whispering softly and was about to ask what was going on when the most amazing scent reached my sensitive nose. I could tell it was a person, because it was a combination of scent mixed into one, but it wasn't Simon or Dad. Simon smelt like tangerines and spice while Dad smelt like pen ink and coffee. This smell was far more delectable.

It smelt like a fresh apple pie and warm home-made chocolate chip cookies. I sniffed the air greedily wanting to get more of the intoxicating aroma. I picked up on a trail and slowly followed it. It seemed to be coming from the living room. I pushed myself in between Dad and Simon and they gave me a weird look, that I ignored. I couldn't think of why they would look at me like that when my nose was being assaulted like this. I closed my eyes and just followed my super sensitive nose, dropping my backpack in process, not caring where it landed. I finally reached the source and opened my eyes just enough for me to see through my lashes, but closed enough that you had to look closely to see. I could see a small hand with slim fingers and creamy white skin. I picked it up and continuously inhaled, slowly trailing up and equally slender and smooth arm. I could hear some one saying my name in the background, but it was just on the edge of my hearing, my brain didn't even register it. All I could think about was this scent.

I made up to the persons shoulder and I could feel them shaking slightly, but they didn't smell afraid, they just smelt like the most delicious desert. I put my hand lightly on the back of the person neck and positioned my self so I was almost on top of them. They didn't move, just sat there breathing heavily. I buried my face in the crook of her neck. I didn't get a good look at her, but I could tell that she was a girl. I took in a long, deep breath where her pulse was beating rapidly on her neck. It was weird, but a person scent was always strongest on their neck. I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes completely. A warm feeling bubbled up in my stomach that I didn't recognize. The only thing that came to mind was the one simple word, 'mine.' I felt an uncomfortable surge in my jeans detached my face from the girls neck.

My breath caught. This was no girl, this was an angel. She had fine strawberry blond hair and smooth milky white skin that had absolutely no blemishes. She was skinny, but not too skinny. Her lips were plump and bright pink, like she'd been biting them. Even though she was sitting down, I could tell that she was short, or at least shorter than me and Simon. She wore a white cotton dress that went down to her knees, it was light and elegant and fit her perfectly. But that wasn't the best thing about her. No, the most gorgeous thing about her was her eyes. They were the biggest, sparkliest eyes I'd seen. They were like blue orbs that I just wanted to dive into and swim in for the rest of my life. They were slightly blood shot, like she'd been crying, but earlier today. I opened my mouth to say something, but couldn't form any words. The situation with my jeans became even more uncomfortable and I wondered what could be causing it. I gulped.

I was broken out of my trance by Simon grabbing my shoulder lightly and tugging me off of the angel.

"D, what's going on with your pants?" Curious, I sat up and looked down. My eyes widened in horror and disbelief. I stood up from the white couch, momentarily forgetting the beauty beside me. Something was lifting my jeans up a little. I narrowed my eyes accusingly at it and squirmed, half crossing my legs.

"I don't know but it hurts." I looked at Dad silently asking him what was up with my pants, only to see him looking at me with a mix of wariness and humor. It was like he knew something serious was going on, but couldn't help but want to laugh. He tried to hide it, but I was good at reading people, especially my pack, my family. I glowered at him, cranky 'cus of the situation in my pants.

"Dad, what's wrong with my pants and how do I stop it 'cus I hurts."

He couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a small chuckle. I looked down to see Simon rolling on the ground clutching his sides. He was laughing so hard that tears were forming the corner of his almond eyes. I glared at him accusingly, as if it were his fault I was experiencing this discomfort. He saw me glaring at him and tried to stop, but failed miserably. But he did manage to calm down enough to be able to talk.

"Sorry, D... but your face... just looked so... funny." he managed to choke out in between fits of laughter. I looked back at Dad pleadingly. Simon was embarrassing me in front of our new house guest. I was startled by the sound of a high pitched giggle. I snapped my head towards the sound. It sounded like little bells. It was the girl on the couch. Her face had a small smile on it and she was giggling softly. So softly that I don't think Dad and Simon could hear. Her eyes held amusement and curiosity. I couldn't help but smile back. Her smile was contagious.

I was snapped back to reality by the sound of Dads voice. "Derek, I'll talk to you about... your situation later. Right now the only thing that'll fix it would probably be a cold shower."

I didn't like this foreign feeling I had down there, I had no idea what it was. I hated not having the answers to problems. Why was this happening? I looked down at my pants accusingly again for making me have to leave this gorgeous creature sitting on our couch to go and take a cold shower. I looked back at her longingly to see her looking at me too. We locked gazes and my mouth went dry. My eyes swept over her body and finally rested on her lips that were still swollen from being bitten. My heart beat loudly in my chest and the swelling in my jeans got worse. I couldn't put that shower on hold for much longer before this got even more embarrassing and uncomfortable... for everyone.

"Derek., she'll still be here when you get back. Go on, take the shower, you and Simon need one anyways." He said this last part looking pointedly at Simon who was now sitting on the ground where he was laughing before with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his face. Simon didn't really like showers too much. He missed the days when he got to play in a bath. You can't exactly float a toy boat in the shower. With one last glance at the girl I dashed up the stairs as quickly as my werewolf legs would allow me.

I turned on the cold water and took off my clothes so I could go into the shower. Looking down, I realized that it wasn't my jeans that were causing the problem. I blushed and stepped into the shower. God, that water is cold! I tried to ignore the evil ice water that was pouring down onto my back and washed my hair as fast as I could. My shower took a grand total of four and a half minutes and I put on my boxers. I hesitated at putting on my jeans and shirt. They were dirty and smelt like grass and school. I wanted to smell good for the blond girl that was staying with us, which confused me. I'd never really cared how I smelt before. I made my way across the hall into my room that I shared with Simon and put on a clean pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt.

I flew down the stairs and followed everyone's scent into the kitchen. I stopped at the edge and narrowed my eyes. Simon was sitting in the seat next to her at the island in the middle of the room. He was sitting close to her smiling at her broadly, not even attempting to hide the fact that she thought she was one of the greatest things to walk through our door. Don't get me wrong, she definitely was, but for some reason it bugged me for him to be so close to her. I growled softly and Dad looked over at me alarmingly following my gaze.

I'd never growled at Simon before. I'd never even had the urge to, but right now... something about the way he was smiling at her didn't sit well with me. Dad cleared his throat and all eyes went on him.

"Well Simon, you've had your time to get to know her, now it's Derek's turn. Go take your shower." Simon pouted and whined, but one look from Dad and he reluctantly slid out of the chair that was too tall for him to get on by himself. He ran up the stair as fast as his little legs could carry him and I heard the shower go on. Dad looked at me asking if he really was in the shower seeing how I can hear it. I nodded a took the empty seat next to the girl.

"So, what's your name?" I asked quietly. Dad took that as his que to leave the room and said something about doing laundry. I said okay then turned back to the new kid, looking at her expectantly.

"My names Chloe," she said. Her voice was soft and sweet, just like her. It took all my self control to keep myself from burring my face in her neck again and taking in her sweet scent like I had before. She was just so innocent and cute. Her name suited her well. It sounded nice and shy, just like she was. Before when Simon was here, she didn't say a word, and seemed pretty content with just listening. I saw her crack a small smile and couldn't help but return it.

"Mines Derek."

I hope you liked it. It's not a one-shot, there will be future chapters, but right now it's late and I'm kinda tired so I'm gunna rap it up for now. I'll prob. update tomorrow but don't get your hopes up. Review! :)