Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do NOT own The Darkest Powers Series, or their phenomenal characters. The rights to those go to the author Kelley Armstrong herself. . . I still love Derek though, even if I don't own him on paper. . . I still do in my mind. . .

A/N: Okay this is a Chloe, Derek, Simon, Tori Two-shot. It was going to be a One-shot but somethings came up and I had to cut it in half. And I actually wasn't going to post this at all because I wrote this like a month ago, no joke, and I was going through my documents and came across, it, so I polished it a bit. I don't know how good it is, and if I dont get enough Reviews I probably won't waste my time on the other chapter because I have other stories that I need to concerntrate on, but Please Read this and Please Review so I know whether or not to write the other chapter to this. Again it's suppose to be a Two-shot, but It'll be a One-shot unless I get enought Reviews asking for the next chatper to it. Thanks- Anya.


Chapter One

Destruction avoided

Chloe had been trying to do something nice for her Aunt Lauren. It was her birthday after all.

So she woke up extra early and cleaned the house that the six- Chloe, Derek, Simon, Tori, Aunt Lauren, and Kit- had been renting for a little over a month now.

Everyone was out of the house at the moment. Kit had took her aunt to some sort of secret meeting with some people that he believed could help us. Derek and Simon were out in the backyard playing football, and Tori- well Chloe had no clue where she was, she usually stayed out of the way unless she needed something.

So Chloe had plenty of time to get all the chores done, and now she moved into the spacious kitchen pulling bowls from the cabinets and all the ingredients to bake a cake.

The thing that wasn't so great was her experience with cooking. In fact she was awful, and if Derek had even caught her near the oven he'd probably explode.

Not that she could blame him.

The last time she had tried to cook she almost set the house on fire. Who knew that bacon went into a pan on top the stove and was not to be placed on those racks in the oven? She had set them neatly lined up so they couldn't slip through the cracks, but unfortunately the grease did, and everything started smoking and burning.

It was awful to clean up.

And now whenever Derek even seen her heading in the direction of the kitchen he'd flinch, and be all- "Don't even think about going near that stove, Chloe."

Oh yeah, he got it later for that comment. No willing kisses for him, he had to beg- it was a fun day in the end.

So, Chloe grabbed the box of mix and added all the ingredients into the bowl, mixing it all together in the bowl. Then placed it in the oven, and cleaned up her mess.

She figured that she'd have enough time for a shower, but once she had gotten out and dressed, she smelled something,. . . something bad.

And then she heard the booming voice of Derek. "Chloe!"

She knew she was in for it then.

Racing for kitchen she passed Simon who was untying his shoes. "What's that smell?" he asked, but Chloe ignored him and headed straight towards Derek who pulled something out of the oven that was black and sunken in.

He chucked it on top of the stove and turned Chloe.

His emerald eyes fierce. "Do you want to explain. . .that?" he asked, in angry voice pointing at the thing on the stove that looked like a giant black prune, all shriveled up.

Her wide eyes turned to Derek and she swallowed hard. "It was suppose to be a birthday cake for Aunt Lauren," she said, her voice low, and pathetic.

Immediately Derek's eyes softened a bit at her sad tone, and Chloe knew he couldn't yell at her while she was looking at him like that, so she used it to her advantage sometimes, especially when she was desperate.

Derek sighed, and ran a hand through his hand.

He knew that she was just trying to do something nice for her aunt, who hadn't been very open minded about her niece dating a werewolf. And sometimes Derek agreed with her. It was dangerous being with him, he knew that, and often debated about whether or not Chloe should be with him. . . should even be near him. But he just couldn't bring himself to talk to her about it, he was too selfish to turn her away. He needed her too much now, craved her constant presence, her scent, her touch. Derek wasn't sure if he'd be able to survive without Chloe by his side. And that's why he tried to keep calm when she did things without analyzing the ending result, like baking a cake for instance.

Derek gave Chloe a look, one that said that he wasn't that upset about the whole 'almost burning the house down again' ordeal.

Chloe gave him a sheepish smile back. "You should go take a shower, and I'll clean up this mess. When you get out maybe we can try and bake another cake, together?" Her voice held hope.

Derek couldn't say no, not when she was staring at him with those big clear blue eyes that held so much faith in his ability to fix the mess she made. Not many people put that kind of trust in him, very few actually, and he knew he couldn't let her down. Normally he wasn't the type to bake cakes, but for Chloe he would. "Sure," he mumbled and went to take a quick shower.

In the meantime, Chloe had got Simon to join their baking mission and he helped her clean the bowls out.

"You know, I don't think Derek would have agreed to bake a cake if me or Dad had asked him to," Simon said, giving Chloe a wink and a smile.

Chloe of course blushed and looked down. "That's not true," she mumbled, smiling at the thought of Derek only agreeing to do certain things because of her.

"Yes it is. He cares about you, Chloe, way more than he's willing to admit right now. He'd probably wash, dry, and fold your clothes if you asked him to. You have him wrapped around your finger, and I have to say it's pretty amusing to watch."

Chloe rolled her eyes and shook her in protest, but she was secretly pleased that Simon thought Derek was into her that much that he would go to such lengths to impress her.

When Derek finally finished his shower and came into the kitchen and checked the cabinets all he came up with was a box of brownie mix. "We're going to have to make brownies instead, we have no more cake mix."

Chloe's eyes widened. "I don't know how to make brownies."

"You don't know how to make cake either apparently," Tori's loud voice echoed through the kitchen as she sauntered in wearing pajama bottoms and a blue cami.

Simon rolled his eyes at his half-sister. "Ignore her, Chloe, I'm guessing she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, this morning, or should I say this afternoon. Brownies are pretty simple to make. . .well I think they are, wouldn't know myself considering I can't really eat them."

Chloe opened her mouth to say something, but Tori beat her to it.

"Excuse me, but I had to take a nap, because some people think it's normal to wake up at the crack of dawn to get all pumped and loud about going outside to play basketball. Next time keep it down. People, who got the bad bedrooms that are positioned right next to the vents can hear you shouting and high-fiving. It's annoying, don't do it again, unless you want to be thrown against a wall."

"God, someone forgot to take their Midol, it seems," Simon mock-whispered.

Tori raised her hand, and poised it so it was directed at Simon, but Chloe rushed over in time to bring her hand to her side.

"Okay, let's just think here for a minute. We're in the kitchen guys, and we haven't been here very long, and I know we don't want to move again. So let's just try to be civil so I can bake brownies for my aunt." Chloe was using her begging voice, and it seemed to work to her advantage. Simon sighed and leaned against the counter folding his arms across his chest, and Tori headed for the fridge to fetch herself some lunch.

Chloe and Derek shared a look: Destruction avoided.


A/NN: Again, this is going to be a Two-Shot, but it will remain a one-shot if I don't get enough Reviews requesting for the next and last chapter. Thanks for reading and please Review!