Authors Note: Woot! Two chapters in one day! Aren't you proud of me? I'm really trying to get back into this story now that I know a bit more about the world Kelley created. Hope you like it!

That was the last thing I remembered.

My brain felt fuzzy. I could barely focus enough to realize that something was gripping my shoulders. I opened my eyes and saw two eyes, the colour of sea-glass, staring back at me. The colour reminded me of time spent on the beach, sandcastles and a little red bucket that I had as a child.

"Chloe! Chloe, talk to me dammit!" the worried tone made me scrunch up my brow. Who was calling me and why was he worried? I blinked a few times and a familiar face swam before me.

"D-d-d-erek? What… what happened?" I was surprised at how weak my voice felt and winced as talking hurt my throat.

"You tell me! One moment I was sleeping the next thing I know I'm hearing you screaming 'I need you'. Then I get here and you're passed out on the bed, drenched in sweat."

"I screamed? I-i-i don't remember." I looked away, turning my gaze to my room, as if it could give me the answers I needed. "Did I wake everyone else up?"

Derek opened his mouth to answer then, as if thinking better of it, shut it. He was obviously listening to the others. He looked confused. "No, I don't think so. But you should have. I'm on the other side of the house and even without werewolf hearing Tori should have heard you, these walls are paper thin."

I turned back to Derek and searched his eyes for some kind of clue as to what he was thinking, but like always, he hid everything. "Well we'll just have to go talk to her then. See if she heard anything. What time is it?"

"Just after 7," Derek answered, looking at my bedside clock, "breakfast should be ready soon anyways so it should be okay to wake her up."

So we did. And what did we get for our troubles? An angry Tori.

"What kind of person do you think I am? You think that I would hear my friend screaming and just roll over and go back to sleep? Now out! I'll be done in a minute."

"Well that was no help," I sighed. When Derek didn't comment I turned to look at him. He was lost in thought and I figured I'd let him stay there. He'd talk when he was ready.

We walked in silence to the kitchen and sat down at the table that was already filled with food. As I dug in Derek leaned in closer to me, eyes darting slightly to see if anyone was watching. I could feel the heat coming off of him and once again wondered if he was changing soon.

After making sure no one was looking his eyes fell to mine and I felt that familiar un-named feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened, okay? Just give me time to figure it out." He whispered. I nodded then leaned in closer. I swear his breath caught for a moment until I whispered back, "We should talk to Chaim."

We continued to eat without talking until Rowen plopped down on the bench beside Derek and punched his playfully in the arm. "So you ready to train with me today Fido?"

Derek looked up at Rowen with confusion, and then looked back down at his plate only to realize that Rowen was slowly pulling it towards him, a playful look in his eyes. "You keep that up Rowen and you'll find a fork in you hand. Training sounds great; it'll be nice to work out some of my frustration."

Rowen chuckled and took his hand off Derek's plate and winked at me, "I promise I'll go easy on 'im. So I figure we'll wait until after lunch, it's a little chilly out there right now… not that it would bother you." Derek just grunted, keeping his eye on his plate.

If they were training after lunch that would give me and Derek time to talk to Chaim. He knew a lot about werewolf and necromancer relationships, maybe he could figure out what had happened this morning.

"Morning!" Simon called cheerfully from the doorway. I really dislike morning people.

Gruff 'good mornings' can from me and Derek while Rowen just looked up and smiled. "How's your training going Simon?" I asked as he joined us at the table.

"Fine I guess, it was better before Tori joined us," we all gave him a blank look; "Faye won't work with Tori anymore so until they can get another witch to come here Tori's training with me and Andrew. She seems to think it's funny that even with sorcerer spells she's stronger than I am." He said with a sour look on his face, "It's irritating."

"I'll just bet it is, being beaten by a girl." Tori sighed as she walked into the room and sat next to Simon.

Rowen laughed and I smiled. We finished eating talking a little about training but mostly we just ate in silence.

After all the plates were cleared, Derek looked over at me and nodded discreetly towards the stairs, saying that we should take this time to talk to Chaim.

I started up the stairs without waiting for him to catch up, I knew he would follow. As my foot fell onto the third step I swayed slightly. Apparently this morning had taken a lot out of me. I paused to catch my breath and felt Derek stop behind me. I turned and looked at him. Although I was on the third step, I was barely and inch taller than him as he stood on the landing.

"We need to talk, Chloe. Before we go see Chaim." He strode up the steps nudging me slightly as he passed me. I sighed; I had hoped that he wouldn't ask what I was doing this morning.

But he did ask. And I told him everything. He glowered at me, "Did I not say that you shouldn't push yourself?" He hissed. I opened my mouth to protest but he just lifted his hand to silence me. "No, I know that we need to contact Liz but you should have told me what you were trying. It was reckless and right now we can't afford to take chances like that." The anger had gone out of his voice but I could see he was still upset about it. He probably just wished he could have been there.

He sighed and turned to leave the room. When I didn't follow he looked over his shoulder and shot a look at me. "Come on, let's figure this out."

Chaim was sitting at the desk in his room writing. He jumped slightly when we knocked but welcomed us in with a smile. "Did we have a lesson planned? I'm sorry must have forgotten."

"No, no. We just wanted to ask you something, if you're not too busy that is." I said in a rush. I took a deep breath, not know why I was so nervous.

"No not at all! Ask away." He gestured to the love seat that was sitting at the foot of the bed and turned his chair around so that he could face us.

Derek closed the door behind us as we walked over and sat down. He looked over at me, silently telling me to go first. I took another deep breath and started.

"When I left our session this morning, I wanted to get started on trying to contact Liz. So I did, I'm not sure if I was doing it wrong but she never came. So, I tried harder… I know not a smart thing to do but I had to, we don't have much time. The last thing I remember thinking was 'I need you' and then waking up with Derek shaking me."

Chaim nodded a bit at the pause and then turned to Derek. "And why did you go to Chloe?"

"I heard her scream 'I need you' and thought something was wrong. So I ran into her room and she was passed out." He shrugged as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"What time did you hear her scream?"

"I'm not sure, a little after 7 am I think, why?"

Chaim looked confused. "Well, I was awake at that time and not too far away from Chloe's room and I certainly didn't here her scream."

"Yeah, neither did Tori and she has the room right next to mine." I added.

"Hmmm… Derek, this may seem like a strange question, but I need you to think very hard about the answer. When Chloe screamed, did it seem like you were hearing with your ears, or was it more of a mental scream?"

We both looked long and hard at Derek. Although he looked slightly put off by the question, he seemed to be giving his answer great thought. After a few seconds his eyes lit up and even before he spoke I knew the answer. "It seemed like I heard it in my mind."

Chaim looked surprised for just a moment then smiled sadly. "Derek, do you know who your father is?"

Authors Note: So that was chapter 10… hopefully you all enjoyed it. If you've read the Otherworld series I bet you can guess who Derek's father is… and I know it's not very creative considering plenty of other people have come to the same conclusion as me… but I couldn't help myself! I'd just love it to be true!!