Hello, i hope this chapter answers some of the questions as to if Derek and Chloe are an item. sadly I do not know when I will be updating, my grandfather passed away this weekend and my family is grieving. Please understand. I will try and update.

Love, Hana

Disclaimer: I do not own DP or the Music


Ch. 3: The best of Mates

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless

That should send me runnin'

But I kinda know that I won't get far

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile"- Sparks Fly, Taylor Swift


I woke feeling dazed and confused. Last time I checked I was in Derek's room but now I lay in my own bed. Derek's red hoodie covering my top half and a pair of my joggers on my bottom. The room was spotless compared to last night, I shivered thinking about Royce. Never have I had an experience with a ghost like that and that was saying something. I raise the dead accidently in my sleep for crying out loud. Shoving the thoughts to the back of my mind, I got dressed and headed down for breakfast.

Everyone sat around the table and when I entered their stares ranged from pity to the worry shining in Derek's eyes. He quickly covered it with his normal scowl. I plucked a muffin from the center of the table, trying to act normal. Once they realized I was fine they continued their conversations.

"But why do I have to work with that thing!?" Tori shrilled pointing at Simon who sat with his arms crossed.

Andrew sighed, "Because I will need both of your help. The spell is tough and the more magic the better the out come of finding him."

I gave a side-glance at Derek; he continued to shovel bits of muffin in his face. I turned to Simon, "Find who?"

Simon's frown turned into a smile when my attention was directed on him, poor guy still liked me I knew it. He just couldn't take the hints. "My dad of course. He contacted Andrew but he came in fuzzy." He nodded at the adult sorcerer.

Who continued to explain the plan, "Right which is why I need more magic to contact him. Simon, Tori and I will ride into town and preform the spell to locate him. If he was able to locate me that means he is near here. If we can get in contact with him we will go find him."

I nodded at him and played with the wrapper to my muffin. He cleared his throat, "So you and Derek will stay here and watch the house, seeing as you are still on the wanted list." He caught my frown and laughed. He knew it would be boring staying here. And that it was after being here for four months things got boring, especially after our teachers tucked tail and ran when they saw our powers.

"Does the library have any Necromancer books, I would like to research the type of ghost from last night." I said as I dusted off the table from my crumbs.

"Yeah we have a few. You will have to search for them." He turn to the two young spell casters, "Lets head out who knows how long this will take."

And so that's were I have been stuck at for the last hour, the library. The shelves towered over me and were scattered in rows just like the ones at my old school. The book I was currently attempting to reach was on the second to top self. I jumped trying to grab it, when a chuckling hand shot out grabbing it then handed it to me. I nearly jumped but turned to see a smirking Derek. "Geez! Trying to scare me to death ?!" I held a hand to my racing heart.

He just laughed, " Nah, just trying to see how long it would take for you to attempt to climb the bookcase." I scowled at him and he only smirked before lowing himself to the ground leaning against the wall. I realized that he had a few books of his own in his arms. He sat them aside then cracked open one as I took a seat next to him. The necromancer books that were in the library had been a scavenger hunt and also located in the far back corner, clearly not in importance to the many spell and magical history books that lined most of the selves. The books also didn't seem to help me understand why I can raise the dead when necromancers would normally preform a ritual to raise them. After two hours of reading I found nothing and boredom found my tucking into one of Derek's werewolf books.

I was mid sentence learning about the hierarchy of the pack when he brought me out of my thoughts, "umm I found something." His brow wrinkled and eyes big.

I leaned in to take a closer look, "What is it?" the words on the page jumbled as I scanned them, the word Mate jumping out many times. "A Mate?" his eyes shot to me and mine rose to meet them, "isn't that what Liam called me? What does that mean?"

He cleared his throat a blush straining his cheeks; "It means that my wolf claims you as my Mate. Apparently I didn't notice but the signs had been there; protectiveness, other males could sense it. And when the wolf took control it made me claim you…. which is why the bite didn't turn you. It was to Mark you so others will know that you are my…mate."

My face heated, "So…. that means?"

"Just like Wolves, we only mate with one person. It's something we cant control I guess its instinct." His gaze lowered to the book, "So you are stuck with me… I don't know if that means that you can go be with someone else or what the details are. Its not like we have another werewolf to talk to." He babbled on so I cut him off.

"I don't mind…being stuck with you." I blushed brighter at how he could take me words, "I mean you're my friend, I guess my best friend here…so its not that bad. We will take this one day at a time, ok? Just like the Changes or my constant unintentional need to summon an army of dead things." I placed my hands on his smiling, not noticing us drawing together. Our lips a bare inch from another when Simon busted into the library his feet thumping against the floor.

"Bro! Chloe! Where are you!? Come quick! You got to see this!" his voice grew closer before he stood before us, out of breath and all smiles.

"Wha-" the words barely out before he yanked me up pulling me towards the door; I looked back at Derek his eyes narrowed at his brother. This whole Mate thing running through my head, just how protective will he be now?

I pulled my hand out of Simon's as we rounded the corner that led to the kitchen. A voice of a man that I did not recognize drifted toward me, causing me to stop and Derek to bump into me. His green eyes huge and a smile on his face, "Dad?" we stepped into the kitchen and the man turned smiling at him.

"Derek?! Thank God both you and your brother are ok!" the man's face was nearly identical to Simon's. His black hair dusted with gray and his clothes while business like you could tell they hadn't seen an iron in a few months. I peeked around from Derek; Tori leaned uninterested against the counter picking at her nails.

"And who is this?" Simon's Dad gestured in my direction. Simon pulled me away from his brother toward his father introducing me, "This is Chloe, Dad, and she was in the Lyle house with us and is a Necromancer."

Clearly not picking up on me being uncomfortable in his grip Simon babbled on telling stories to his dad of our epic escape and how we found Andrew. His hand stretched toward he allowed me to be free of Simon's hand on mine, "Kit Bae, I'm sure my boys have told you about me. It's a pleasure to meet you Chloe." I shook his hand and soon we all sat around the table listening to Kit tell us about escaping from the Cabals. Who were a group of Sorcerers who liked to control everyone; sort of the Mafia of the Supernatural Community. His story turned to questions about us and if we have any teachers helping us control our powers.

Tori who seemed to be ignoring the elder Sorcerer spoke up, "We did but Chloe and Mutt boy wonder scared them away." I shot her a glare. It wasn't as if it was our fault. My teacher, Margaret, ran after she had brought me to a Cemetery causing me to wake up a soul who at the time was being laid to rest. And Derek…well Derek never had a teacher to begin with, no one knew of a werewolf who would help nor do I think they wanted to.

Kit frowned, "Well I think I can fix that. I am good friends with both a Werewolf and a Necromancer, who would be more than willing to help you both." He smiled at Derek and me before turning back to his son and Tori, "As for you Victoria, I think both Andrew and I can help you train, you see I knew your mother." My ears perked at that, did kit know that Tori was his daughter? Had the Demon been right? She had been right about the other Werewolf pups.

Andrew placed a hand on his shoulder, "Maybe you should get some rest, Kit. Then make the calls at least wait till after dinner. I am sure you are hungry?" Kit's stomach growled and he laughed agreeing.

After dinner, Kit excused himself to Andrew's Office to make the call. I roamed around the house looking for Derek, finally finding him on the back porch that overlooked the woods. His back turned from he just stared straight ahead, "Hey".

I came to sit by him, "Dang I thought I was actually going to get to scare you this time." He cracked a half smile.

"Nice try, but I smelled you the moment you stepped out the door."

I followed his gaze to the woods. "Do you think your teacher will help you with your change?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "only if he doesn't ripe me to pieces first…" I grimaced then realized that the werewolf might have territory here.

"I'm sure he will be nice. If your dad says he ok, he should be ok." I put my hand on his arm. "Who knows maybe they will help us and not try to kill us or run away."

He snorted, "We can only hope. But what if…what if I can't complete my change and what if he doesn't know what to do?"

"Then we will find out why and how to help you change." I gazed at him, " Just like we will figure out this Mateship thing."

He caught my eyes for a second, "Do you feel any different?" I could feel him drawing me in like a magnet. It was just like in the library when I almost kissed him.

I looked away, "only that I need to be around you more…almost like-"

"We are being pulled to each other?"

I blushed, "Yeah, just like that." I could feel his eyes on me never once leaving me. There was that pull again, our faces coming closer.

"Simon is coming" his breath fanned across my lips and sure enough Simon popped around the corner floating a basketball on his hand. We leaned away from each other, Derek coughing and me blushing. We definitely had to get this weird need to jump each other under control.

"Hey guys, what are you two doing out here?" he tossed the ball in the air while levitating it.

"Just enjoying the weather before it turns bad." I shot Simon a smile.

"It's getting chilly." He shivered.

Derek smirked, "It's called a jacket. Maybe you should wear one."

Simon rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah, any way dad needs to talk to you both, something about your teachers."

Reluctantly to leave the peace of the outside we followed Simon into the house. The living room buzzed as Andrew and Kit talked. Tori sat her head propped by her arm when she saw me she jumped up and pulled me on to the loveseat with her.

"Oh good! There you two are. Jeremy and Jamie have agreed to help train you both. They are heading her now from Bear Valley and should be here by tomorrow morning." Kit grinned at us. I noticed Derek's slight frown, he was worried about territory I'm sure.

The butterflies shot through my stomach; I can't say I wasn't nervous. My last encounter with a Necromancer hadn't gone well. Margret was no help with me controlling my powers if anything she made me doubt that I could. After I raised the body in the graveyard she left and never showed back up, just like the others.

I smiled, "That's fast I thought it would be at least this weekend."

"From what Jeremy said Jamie is extremely excited to meet you."

A nervous laugh left my mouth, "that's great. Can't wait to meet her too."

Derek stared at me, reading my face. My nerves didn't calm down, my mind wasn't helping either; making me remember Margret and hoping that Jamie wouldn't put me through the same thing. I knew what was happening, it was an anxiety attack. I hadn't had one in years not since my mom died. No one could tell other than Derek whose eye's continued to trail my face. As the other left the room he stayed not saying a word.

"Are you ok?" his voice rang out against the humming of my ears.

"y-yeah, just…"

"Nervous?" I looked up to meet his eyes.

"That's an understatement." I sighed, my face falling into my hands.

He placed at hand on my shoulder, "It will be ok."

Even with Derek's words I still tossed and turned that night. Plagued by nightmares of raising an army of the undead. The worry eating at me and finally after hours of nightmares I fell into a dreamless sleep.