Two

a/n: Well, okay here is more. Hope you like, cause I was real hesitant about writing it. Um, it is AU (alternative universe). I have not yet read the 3rd book, tho no one else has either, so I'm just going to write my own. I do have it planned out in my head, but I might change it. And If I do change it, you will find that out next chapter.

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Wish it were tho, cause Derek is my kind of guy :)

A tear rolled down my face again for him and I wasn't sure he could hear me - actually I was absolutely positive that he couldn't hear me as I whispered into the morning, "But I do love you, Derek..."

Three Weeks Later…

Oh, I thought I was going to be sick.

And I had a headache.

I couldn't believe that happened. I was so sure – well, I was sure about a lot of things that go wrong, but that was definitely on the number one list. Though, I think seeing ghosts are hovering right up there with it.

Inside the sink of my tiny bathroom lay four pregnancy tests. And all of them said the same thing.

Number one was a "smiley" face. The next was a "positive" sign. The third was a big "pregnant" and the last one was a "yes".

Oh, my life couldn't have gotten any worse. My head dropped into my hands. I mean, I was going to have a baby? I was just a kid myself! How would I ever be able to take care of a baby? Babies were for grown ups like - thirty years old and stuff. Not for a 'going on her sweet sixteen' kid.

This baby needed a dad, but he wanted nothing to do with me. Heck, I needed a dad. Mine was some where on a business trip. I wish I could see my mother again. I wish I could cry into her shoulder and have her brush my hair and calm me to a peaceful sleep.

Oh I was so not ready for this.

There was a soft knock on my door, "Chloe?"

I looked over my shoulder at the closed bathroom door, my head never leaving my hands. I wasn't ready for any kind of company.

"Hey, are you okay? I thought I heard you crying." It was Tori.

Just go away! I thought.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'll be out in a minuet."

"Okay," I heard her shuffle from the door then the springs squeak from her sitting down on the bed.

I quickly shoved the pee sticks into the trash bin and told myself to throw those out later - if there was a later. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried my best to fix my hair. All the color had washed out if it, and yet, I think I was beginning to miss the darker side.

I turned the water on in the sink and splashed my face. "Okay..." I whispered. Then I walked to the door, placed my hand on it and turned the knob.

Miserable and convinced that I truly belonged nowhere, I thought I could let Tori in. She was lounged comfortably on my bed and was tapping her foot. I thought she may have looked a little tired.

"Your guy's looking for you," she tossed her hand above her head airily.

"My guy?" I pulled out the desk chair and sadly plopped myself on it.

"You know, tall, really blotchy, and ... weird?" Tori said.

I slumped even farther in my chair than I already was. "Please don't even mention him," I almost whispered.

She smiled wickedly, "What do you want me to tell him? You fell off the top of the building and he'll never see you again? That would be real funny," she said as she chuckled.

I shrugged meekly, "Um, just tell him I don't really feel good and to pass it on to everyone else. I don't really want to be bothered today."

Tori 'tsk'ed; "Well, I just thought you would want to know." She jumped up from my bed and then strutted to the door to walk out of the room.

"Tori...?" I hesitated.

She turned to me and shifted her weight on one foot and stood like a brat, "What?"

I tried to find the right words but all that stumbled out was, "I'm leaving."

"Is that why-"

She started to point to the open door behind her, before I cut her off. "Derek doesn't know this."

She lifted her eyebrow, "What doesn't he know?"

I bit my bottom lip, "Derek and I ... w-well, and now I'm ... p-pregnant."

She covered her mouth and her eyes grew bigger and bigger. A smile started to play with her lips.

"Please, just say something," I began to shake; it really sounded ridiculous when I said it out loud.

"Oh boy, that is huge," she giggled. Then laughed and then just had flat out hysterics.

"Tori! It is not funny!" I shouted. I don't know why I thought I should tell her. I stood up from the chair and then paced my room. "You cannot, CANNOT tell Derek, Simon, Andrew – anyone. Okay?"

She nodded her head, "I won't, though I don't know why I should do anything for you."

"Tori, can you just not be rude for one minuet and try to help someone?" I stopped pacing, turned to face her and crossed my arms.

"Yes. I guess I can," she sighed, and then shook her head. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, I seriously don't know."

She admired her nails for a moment, "Wait - you said Derek doesn't know?"

I nodded.

"Why?"

"Right, Tori, I am just going to tell him right now, while he and Simon are in the middle of trying to find their dad and figuring out how to stop the Edison Group?"

"Well, no ... but I think he should know."

"I'll right him a note."

"Uh, are you in grade school still?" She mocked.

"Tori!" I huffed.

She shrugged slightly. "Sorry. I just think he should know."

I bunched my face in frustration. "I think he should know to, but a part of me thinks I should keep it a secret." I fell back onto my bed, "But, after it was ... o-over, it seemed like it was an m-mistake for him."

Tori rolled her eyes, and impatiently tapped her foot again. "You're kidding? Derek? He is like, head over heals for you … or something for you."

"That is not what he said after it happened," I tried to keep my face from being embarrassed.

"It couldn't have been as bad as I've been treated." Looking off in the distance, her face clouded. "Ugh, I'm sorry. You really don't want to be bothered with that."

I shook my head. "Well, anyway. I'm leaving; Tonight."

Tori looked back at the door, then walked over and closed it. She took my place in the chair where I just had been and crossed her legs. "Where are you going?"

Where was I going? I've thought about it a little in these past few weeks, though I still have no clue. I know I have enough money to at least get me into an apartment for a few months, at least then I can find a good job for the time being. My choices are limited though; I need to get as far away from New York as I can. I can't have the Edison Group looking for me while I was about to give birth.

Give birth? Butterflies rushed in my stomach, and I felt a little queasy. What did I get myself into?

Maybe more west; California maybe? I always heard they were in need of small time directors. "I don't know where I'm going yet, but I will figure it out sooner or later; hopefully sooner." I rubbed my stomach.

Tori looked at me with almost sorrowful eyes. "Chloe, I wish there was something I can do, honestly. I had a friend who was in the same position as you, though she miscarried in her second month..."

"Thanks for worrying me," I tossed my head downward and sighed deeply.

"You're welcome." Tori sat up and turned for the door, and opened it, "If there is anything I can do ... um, just let me know, okay?"

I nodded and she closed the door behind her. I turned over, brought my knees up to my chest, and cried; Cried until sleep took over me.

I awoke with someone rummaging through my room. I couldn't see too much because I knew by now that the sun had already started to set. I kept my eyes closed and thought maybe they would leave and let me rest, in case it was a ghost. But after a few minuets, I turned and saw the back of Tori.

I cleared my throat, "Tori?"

"Aha!" She turned and placed her hand over her heart. "Damn girl, you fucking scared me!"

"Well, I could say the same thing. I thought you were a ghost. What time is it?"

She laughed, "Yeah, I'm a ghost and its twelve something. You've slept for eleven hours."

I raised my eyebrow. "Eleven? I can't believe how tired I am," I paused to blink the sleep out of my eyes and eyed her down. "What are you doing anyway?"

Tori lifted a suitcase up, "I thought you might need a few things for the first couple of days. And to make your trip to wherever a little pleasant."

"Thanks, but I could have managed. I have my alarm set to one; I could have packed within half an hour and left by two."

"I really wish you wouldn't go, not that I want you to stay or anything, but they need you." Tori tilted her head toward the hallway.

"I know..."

"Then stay. I will help you out. I will try to be nicer and – Chloe, please?" Her eyes looked very convincing and I almost changed my mind.

"No." And that was it. She just nodded her head and packed a few more things. "Tori, don't stress. I will befine."

"Don't lie," she snapped.

"Okay, I won't," I muttered, "I won't be okay. I'll be miserable while I try to find myself a place, and find a good job… Become a mom." I cringed.

She placed the last few things in the bag and walked over to me. Tori lifted my hands and looked deeply in my eyes. "I know I was a bitch - can still be a bitch, but I can't lie either. It hurts to see you go."

I tightened my grip on her hands, "I know. But I'm a big girl. I've been through a lot and I can honestly say I'll be okay in the long run."

Her voiced cracked, "Just stay a little longer?"

I lowered my eyes, "I can't. I'll be growing faster than you can say 'Quidditch'.

Tori laughed, "Just promise me something then?"

"What?"

"Just promise me that when you do get settled in, where ever that is, call me. Let me know you made it."

I nodded solemnly. "I will, I promise."

Tori let go of my hands. "Okay, well I am going to go now, I don't take goodbyes too well, so..." She shifted on her feet, and fidgeted with her hands, then abruptly hugged me.

I didn't know what to do besides hug her back even though the shock of it made me freeze in place. The sudden change in Tori made my heart ache for doing what I had planned for my future. Maybe she was right. Maybe I could stay and work it all out.

She let go of me and left. Again, a small tear made its way down my cheek and hit the cold stone floor with a plop.

I packed almost everything I could have without making it uncomfortable to travel. I stowed my bags under my bed in case anyone wondered by or looked for me in here wouldn't notice them.

I turned on my desk light, reached for a piece of lined paper from the second drawer and started writing.

Dear Derek,

I feel awful for having to do this to you. And I hope you do not take it to hard.

I love you and I am leaving.

I will more than likely be gone before you even get this note and I really hope you can understand.

Derek, what we did in the forest behind Andrews' house meant everything and then some to me. I couldn't believe you said what you did. Now though, I think I can understand.

Yes, Simon may like me a whole lot and I him too, but it is you that makes the world spin so fast I almost get high. Derek you're ... my everything and I just cannot stand by with you trying to tell me different. I hate when you tell me what to do...

I am having your baby.

Please don't get angry and do anything you would regret.

I don't know where I am going, but it will be somewhere nice. Someplace he or she will be very happy at.

I am going to ask you this, not because I think it would be better for you, but for me.

I want to ask you to not to come looking for me. It is hard enough being in here so close to you and you not touching me the way I want to be touched; Or hearing the words that would ease me to a long replenishing sleep.

I mean you're the reason for me, that a person can smile for no reason at all and am completely okay with it.

Okay, I have to go. Sorry if I am all jumbled, and you can't make since of this, but I'm pretty terrified of what the future holds.

I hope you and Simon find your dad soon, and take down the Edison Group.

Love you forever, Derek,

Chloe xoxo

I did not even look at the letter again. I just folded it and stuffed it into the envelope I found in the same drawer as the paper.

I leaned forward on the table and rested my head in my hands. After a while of calming myself down for the long journey ahead of me, I stood up. I put the letter into my pocket and walked over to my bed, bent down and grabbed my bags. I slung my book bag over my shoulder while I walked to the door.

I stopped, took one last look at my room and left.

Everyone was sleeping for it being one o'clock in the morning. I just hoped Simon didn't go on a raid to the fridge tonight.

In the past couple of months my life has been a complete 360 turn. I went from chatting about having a crush on a guy at my old school, to trying to figure out my power, from seeing bone chilling ghosts, to going to have a baby.

I reached Derek's room and closed my eyes tightly. My breathing started to speed up when I took the knob in my hand and silently twisted it.

I opened his door, tip-toed inside and slowly took out the heavy note that resided in my coat pocket. I looked around his room, and everything inside of me went numb.

There he was, sleeping hard and looking feverish. He looked almost innocent while his mind was plundered into a deep, deep sleep.

"I'm leaving. I don't know where, but I must go..." I whispered to myself as I looked down at him.

I placed the letter on his night stand right under his lamp, because I knew he could not miss it there.

I sighed real heavy, turned and walked out of there forever.

a/n: Please review. I won't know if I should continue if no one says anything! :)

Preview to next chapter:

He nodded, "And he plays hockey?"

"Yes..." I nodded my head slowly. "Derek, why are you here?"

His gaze made it to mine and he didn't look away… "I think it's time I came home."