Author's Note: Everyday I check my email and see how many reviews I get. You guys really make my day. Plus it inspires me to not wait to put up another chapter ;) Just to let you know Lyssssx, there will be *a lot* more DPOV's. I just prefer writing them, but if you guys find that there are too many, let me know! Anyways, I laughed so hard while I was writing this. If anybody thinks that this would be out of character for either Chloe and/or Derek, let me know! Adjustments can be made ;)

Chapter 7:

DPOV:

Always. Every. Single. Time.

The wolf was getting fed up with the world. He was almost smug when Chloe snuggled into my side during the movie. He howled with joy when she took my hand. I now knew that she at least liked me.

Why don't you just tell her now? The wolf asked, smiling. He was finally proven right. You know how she's going to take it. If you don't tell her soon, she won't understand how serious this is. She'll think that she is just a girl until you get another one. I'm not like that, though. I don't go through girls and then just throw them away. Chloe knows that too. Does she? Are you sure? Sure, she knows almost your complete past, but have you guys ever really talked about your romantic histories? You need to tell her now. I'll tell her when the time is right.

Chloe was looking out the window, smiling. I couldn't help but ask.

"How can you smile when someone just shot at you again?" I asked, tipping my head.

She laughed. "I don't really know if you'd understand. But..."

I waited for a second. "Go on."

She thought for a second longer, and shook her head. "Never mind. You'll understand soon."

I sighed. "Really? I'm not some psychic half-demon. You're going to need to tell me."

But she just shook her head again. "Nope. You'll see."

I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat. We had reached the Target, and we both jumped out, trying to make this go as quickly as possible. I had given her my coat. I didn't need one, but she looked a little ridiculous.

As we walked into Target, the wolf continued to bark. I sighed, trying to find a way to shut him up.

You need to kiss her, right here right now. If you need motivation, think of her in her robe. Remember how you couldn't even look away? Remember that- SHUT UP! I screamed at him. Yet he continued to send pictures.

I looked at her hand, and took it gently in mine. It always felt like she was going to break. The wolf quieted down, grumbling. Chloe looked over at me, smiling. She squeezed my hand. My heart did a squeeze of its own.

When we got to the middle of the store, I bent down and whispered in her ear. "Do you want to split up to hurry, or just go together?"

She thought for a minute, then turned red. I could only imagine what she was thinking. "Let's um, split up. We can go quicker."

I nodded, thinking for a half second, deciding against kissing her on the cheek. The wolf sighed, disappointed in me. I will do it; it just has to be right.

I went to the food section and stocked up on non-perishables, while getting a few other things. I got tons of water, coffee, and other supplies that we'll need. I had no idea how long it would take for her head to heal, but I knew that it would be a while before she got her strength back. As I was shopping for shampoos, I noticed something, and the wolf's ears perked.

You're going to need those, he said, quiet for once. I imagined I turned red. I'm not going to buy those. What if she sees? And you would rather be unprepared and get her pregnant with a pup? I thought that you were the one who always took the precautions. So much for that. How are you going to be able to stop, once you're all alone out in that cabin ?

I sighed, and dropped a box into the cart, trying to hide it under everything else. I felt paranoid, as I continued to shop. It felt as though every single person in that store knew what was in the cart. But the wolf was right; it was indeed better to have them and keep safe. Still enough, I hurried through the rest of shopping.

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CPOV:

I took a deep breath. I had already filled a cart with everyday clothes and pajamas. I got some underwear. But it this was a time where Tori had been right, and I wished desperately that she was here.

I wanted to get something, just in case. I knew which size I was (small, but I wasn't thinking about that right now). But what I didn't realize was how many different types of lingerie there were. Black lace, patterned lace, no lace, too much lace, feathers... It was agonizing to know that just a few months ago, Tori offered to come up to New York and go this time of shopping with me. The entire wall of intimate apparel completely and utterly intimidated me.

"Would you like any help?"

I turned around, flabbergasted, and turning red. "Oh, I, um..."

The kind woman smiled generously. "Buying this stuff for the first time is hard."

I swallowed, and smiled timidly. You think? "Yeah, and, I, uh, don't really know what to do."

She looked at me up and down, then picked out a black lacy set. "Try that on," she said.

I nodded, and then ran into the changing room, trying not to be noticed. I slowly slid out of my clothes, attempting to procrastinate as much as I possibly could. I should've just left, grab a pair of sneakers, and find Derek. I wouldn't be going through this right now.

But when I did finally try it on, I was astonished. It was perfect; the fit hugged where it was meant to, and actually gave some definition to my body. The pure black fabric made my skin look like porcelain. I smiled, put on my clothes, and tossed the set into the cart.

"Thank you so much," I said as I walked out of the dressing room. The woman was standing there, crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked her gently, feeling compassion to this being who helped me in my time of need.

She shook her head, sad smile. "You've been so nice hon. And I'm glad that I could help. But it's time that I go now."

And with that she disappeared. Figures. I get help with a normal, human situation from a ghost. Irony, anyone ?

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When I found Derek, I was surprised that he couldn't sense me coming. He was already at the car. I had payed for my new clothes by myself, just in case he saw anything prematurely. I tapped him on the back, as he was putting the copious amount of bags into his car.

He jumped around, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's got you so distracted?" I asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, smiling uneasily. "You'll understand soon."

I smiled, holding his hand in mine. I looked at it for a minute, seeing a few scars that I didn't remember from before.

Derek tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, then cupped his hand to my face. Then he bent down.

This is it! I thought ecstatic, and closed me eyes. But when I felt hair against my lip instead of skin, I opened my eyes, confused.

"You keep flirting with me, and we'll never make it to the cabin," he whispered, chuckling.

I dropped his hand, turning red, and decided to actually put my stuff away too. Unfortunately, his car was small. We couldn't fit all of the food in the trunk. I stuffed the bag with the unmentionables on the floor, surrounding it with other bags to make sure that nothing could fall out.

As I watched Derek put stuff away, I could tell that he was extra careful. I wondered as to what he had got.

When we were finally ready, we hopped in the car, and got ready for the road trip. Derek got in the front seat, turning on the heat.

"It's a good couple hours," he said. "You're gonna want to get yourself comfortable."

I got all situated in my seat, and watched Derek drive. He seemed so calm, so sure...

I must've fell asleep, because the next thing I knew I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"We're here," he said, and I opened my eyes slowly. I looked around, and smiled.

We were in some kind of forest, and there, right in front of us, was a little log cabin. One thought crossed my mind.

"Does it have inside plumbing?" I asked, almost scared to hear the answer.

But he just laughed. "Hot water too."

I let out a deep breath, and helped him bring in all of the bags, not much to his pleasure. When it was all inside, he gave me the grand tour.

The kitchen was open to the living room. There was a huge fireplace with a couch in front of it. There was a tiny table in the corner of the room. A bookshelf held books about math, physics, and supernatural beings. There was a hallway, and off that hallway were three doors. One led to a very big pantry. Another led to the bathroom. The final led to the only bedroom.

I didn't mind sleeping with him. And I mean actual snoring, getting the z's sleep. But I still didn't know how he felt about it. He began putting the food in the pantry, and I sat on the couch and watched. He didn't want me doing any labor; especially since after I brought in all of those bags I had begun to get dizzy again.

"I don't know how you even left here," I said, looking around.

He looked over at me, eyes locked on mine. "I can think of a reason."

My heart thudded double time, and I looked down timidly. "Well, I'm happy that I get to see it."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? You'd rather life here than the city?"

Anywhere you are. "Yeah. It's nice to just get away once in a while."

He nodded. "When was the last time you left New York?"

I shrugged. "I have only been out for filming; a couple years back, we made a film in Canada."

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Okay, so when was the last time that you've had a vacation?"

I looked back at the television. "Actually, I haven't."

"You haven't had a single vacation in five years." Derek wasn't accusing me, just stating a fact.

"Well, I mean, there is a big gap of time between each movie. And I get sick sometimes, too. But I'd rather just be working, than sitting around all day."

He didn't say anything. I looked over at saw him peering into a bag, face as red as it gets.

I got up, and walked over to him, curious. "Hey, what's in the-"

"Nothing." He said, and shoved the bag back on a shelf. "Now go sit back down before you get dizzy again."

I raised my eyebrows. "You can't tell me what to do, Derek."

He took a deep breath. "No, I didn't mean it like that." He ran a hand through his hair, and I got closer to him. Our bodies were centimeters apart. "I'm just worried, that's all."

I slowly reached out a hand, taking his in mine. I took a deep breath too. "Are you worried about Andrew?"

He shook his head. I put my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. He did the same.

"You know," I said in a quiet voice. "However long it's been ago, when I saw you again? My worries vanished. All completely gone. Don't worry. We've lived through the Edison Group. We survived living on the streets. We can do this. Together." My voice trailed off to a whisper nearing the end.

He put his chin on my head, stroking my back. "I know," he said, and kissed me gently on the head.

I could hear his heart, and though it wasn't pounding, it was still going pretty fast. But then again, mine was too. Our hearts were synchronized...

"Listen," he said in a whisper. The atmosphere seemed so thick that we could only talk in whispers. "Let me finish getting this stuff all away. Then we can watch TV or something. Alright?"

I nodded, giving him a squeeze before heading back to my spot on his couch. Our hearts were synchronized.... That thought never left my mind. It might seem silly to someone; usually that would seem cheezey to me. You know, the whole soul mate thing. But going through the roller coaster of love, I can finally see some truth in those movies I had once made fun of.

Derek finished quickly, and then came to sit by me. "You wanna see what's on?" he asked, handing me the remote. I shrugged. I couldn't get that off my mind.

He looked at me for a second, seeing that I was clearly distracted. He put an arm around my shoulders, and I snuggled into his side.

"Could you tell?" I asked.

"Tell what?"

"Our hearts are synchronized." They still were; I could feel it right now.

He hesitated, and then nodded. "Yeah, I've noticed."

"How long do you think it's been like that?"

"At least since this morning."

Huh. It felt like it was this morning was a week away. I could feel the fatigue pushing down on me.

Derek himself yawned. "Listen, you must be tired. Do you just want to head to sleep, or get something to eat first?"

"I'm just going to bed. You can grab something, if you want." I stood up, and went into the bathroom to change and take my medicine. I saw black lace peeking out from a bag, and I tucked it back in, changing into safe pajama pants with sheep on them. I quickly brushed my teeth, and headed into the bedroom.

I could smell something coming from the kitchen, but honestly I was too tired to think about eating. When my head hit the pillow, my eyes shut and I fell asleep.

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