Chapter 2 is here!!!! I hope you like it. This is a spur of the moment update, 'cause I think with TAKS, I won't get any writing done. So, here you go. Leave a review 'bout what you think of it. I have a cliff-hanger at the end. Thanks to all who reviewed. I got five of them in the span of 12 hours! A new record! LOL.

~Macaela

Disclaimer: Kelley Armstrong is the rightful owner of The Darkest Powers. I wish I owned it, but even in my dreams I don't.

We walked out into the living room after a good five minutes. I walked over to the sofa and sat next to Derek. My face was tear streaked and sad. "What's wrong?" Derek whispered in my ear.

I shook my head, "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine."

"No you're not. Now, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"It can't be nothing if it made you cry."

"Okay, I'll tell you later if we don't get distracted."

"Fine."

We sat there telling Dad about the Edison Group and the Genesis Project. He seemed interested in what had happened. After about an hour of talking, the room took on a whole different demeanor. Everyone started to relax a little. Tori leaned back, resting her head on the back of the loveseat. Simon leaned into the armrest of the sofa. I snuggled into Derek's chest while he held me. I glanced at Dad. He had an annoyed and worried fatherly look on his face. "Dad, don't worry. It's not like we're going to do anything irresponsible," I mumbled. He nodded at this and started talking idly with Kit.

I was enjoying being wrapped in Derek's arms when Liz came over to me. "Chloe, can we go to your room? I want to talk to Tori," she said.

"Sure. Come on, Tori, Liz wants to talk," I said. Tori didn't say a word, just stood and walked to the foot of the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Dad asked.

"To my room with Tori and Liz," I said, my voice a little annoyed with the fact he was questioning me going upstairs with Tori.

"Okay," he said, seeming okay with the idea.

"I'll see you in a little bit," I said to Derek, kissing his cheek lightly.

"Bye, love," he said.

I led them to my room and closed the door. "So… What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I kinda just wanted to talk to Tori," Liz said.

"Okay, but how do you plan on doing that without me?" I asked.

"Remember in the kitchen when I was writing to show your dad that all this was real?" I defiantly did.

"Yeah."

"Well, I was thinking I could write and Tori could talk, how 'bout that?" That sounded good, I could get back to Derek and they could talk.

"Sure," I said, a smile in my voice.

"Hello? What's going on?" Tori asked taking an annoyed tone.

"Sorry for leaving you out for a minute there, Tori. Liz is going to write to you for communication," I said with a slight giggle.

"Whatever, Chloe," she actually smiled.

I left them to their gossip and whatever they were talking about, and went to search out Derek. I walked down stairs to the living room when I heard a loud crash upstairs. I ran back to where I came and saw Tori in the hall against the wall. I ran straight to her and checked her pulse. "Tori? Tori? Tori, are you okay?" No response. I looked up trying to find Liz and instead saw Derek.

"What happened?" Even though he hates Tori, he sounded genuinely worried.

"I don't know. She is breathing and has a strong pulse, but unconscious."

"Go find Liz."

"Already tried. Where are Simon and our dads?"

"Downstairs. They sent me to check it out."

"I'll take Tori downstairs; you go and check what happened."

"Okay. Love you."

I stood Tori up and draped her somewhat over my shoulder. As I walked down the stairs to the living room, Tori woke up. "What the hell, Chloe? What happened?"

"How should I know, I was at the bottom of the stairs."

"Then why are you carrying me?"

"Uhh, you were unconscious. I was taking you downstairs."

"And why was I unconscious?"

"I should be asking you that question."

"Well, I don't know. Ask Liz, I think she was there."

"I would, but she is nowhere to be found."

"Oh. Where is wolf boy? I don't see him with you. Which is odd 'cause he follows you like a lost puppy."

"He is upstairs trying to figure out what happened. Now lay down on the couch, I'm going to help him."

I trudged up the stairs worrying about what had happened. I was entering my room when Liz showed up crying. "Liz? What's the matter?" I asked with worry bordering my tone.

"I couldn't control my powers. I somehow started throwing objects without even trying like back at the Lyle House. I knocked Tori out and now… now Derek."

I looked into my room to see Derek lying on my bed, unconscious. My heart started to hurt and I ran straight to him. "Chloe, I'm so sorry. I couldn't control what had happened," Liz said over and over.

"It's okay, Liz. He will be fine. So will Tori," I looked at Derek and stroked his hair. He shifted a little under my touch. "Derek? Derek? Derek, wake up. Please wake up," I whispered in his ear.

I continued to stroke his hair and beg him to wake up for some time, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me. There stood Dad. "What happened?"

"Something went wrong with Liz's powers and she accidentally knocked Tori out and then Derek. Tori woke up when I carried her down the stairs, but Derek won't wake. I keep trying to wake him, but I can't. It's like he is in a coma, again," I turned from Dad to Derek and started to wake him again. "Derek? Derek, please wake up. Derek?" I started to cry then. Dad patted my back telling me Derek would be fine and left the room.

I cried into Derek's chest for a few minutes when I heard my name being called. "Chloe? Chloe, what's wrong?" I realized it was Derek calling to me. I didn't want to look at him. When I didn't answer he started to get worried. "Chloe, what's wrong? Tell me," he said starting to sit up. When I still didn't answer, Derek sat up and pulled me into his arms, stroking my head and whispering comforting words in my ear.

We sat there like that for a minute when he asked again, "Chloe, what's the matter? Huh, why are you crying?"

"I-I-I-I thought I w-w-was going to l-lose y-you, a-again. Y-you were o-out for a go-good t-t-two h-h-h-hours, m-may-maybe l-longer. I-I don't w-want to l-lose you. Ever," I said between sobs, my stutter going haywire.

"It's okay, I'm right here. Don't worry. It's okay," he said to me, stroking my hair, letting me stain his shirt with my tears.

He sat there comforting me when we heard someone clear their throat in the doorway. I turned my head in that direction to see who it was. It took me a minute to figure out who exactly it was when I recognized her. Aunt Lauren. I thought that she was at the safe-house. Though I am not exactly surprised to see her, she hadn't really like Derek from the start and now with me and him, she was on high alert. "What did you do to her?" She spat at Derek.

"I did nothing," he responded.

"Then why is she crying? You had to have done something?"

"I didn't do anything. Liz's powers messed up and she couldn't control them. She knocked out Tori. And while I was looking for anything that might have triggered it, she popped in and it happened again. It knocked me out for a long while and Chloe got scared she'd lose me. I have been comforting her since. If you have any problems with that consult them with us when she is in a better state for talking," Derek said.

"Fine. Chloe, when you feel like talking come and find me, okay?" I nodded my head and turned back to Derek.

"What was that about?" he spoke slowly. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned my head back into his chest, tears already threatening to fall again. His hand began to rub small circles on my lower back as the tears poured.

It was about an hour later when they, the tears, finally stopped. I pulled back to look him in the eyes. He continued to rub circles to keep me calm. "Derek?" I asked, voice scratchy.

"Yes?" He gave, cautious of what I was about to say.

"I love you, so don't get mad at me, okay?" I whispered. He gave a slight nod and kissed my forehead. "I want to talk to Aunt Lauren. Alone. Don't listen in. I know you want to keep me safe from everything, but I don't want you to hear her accusations. You can listen for me to cry, then come and get me, but not the conversation." I pleaded with my eyes.

He nodded, "Are you sure? I'll stay out of it, but I want to be sure."

"I'm sure. She will get to harsh with you around. If it's just me, she will probably go easier. Do you know where she is?"

"Living room, worrying about you."

"I should go talk to her now," I said looking into his eyes. They were filled with worry and concern. Kissing him on the lips, I got up and headed for the stairs. I turned around a little bit to look at him once more. "Go look around, get your mind off things," I commanded. He nodded once again and stood. Ushering me out the door, he went off in a random direction.

I descended the stairs and entered the living room, to find Aunt Lauren sitting in the armchair, face tear streaked. Her silent sobs were still causing tears to fall. "Aunt Lauren?" I whispered. She looked up and put on a forced smile.

"Yes, Hun?" she said.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay. Come sit down." I walked over to the loveseat that was next to her and curled up in it. "Now, what do you want to talk to me about?"