I feel the need to meow at random strangers on the street.

... ignore that.

Anyways, thank you, reviewers. I have no clue how this got all supersized, but it's awesome. Probably, when I submit this, the supersize-ed-ness will disappear, and I will sound like a complete idiot. Oh well. :D

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Meow.

[DPOV]

I jumped out of the car and ran to the trunk.

I lied.

I didn't jump out, I undid my seatbelt, crawled over Simon, who was next to the door, stepped on someone's foot, yelled at my dad to open the lock, and then stepped out the car, yelling for someone to pop the trunk.

Anyways, I pulled out Chloe's bag that was unnaturally heavy and opened it, to reveal none other than a frozen Skye.

At least, I hoped he was frozen. He had to be. How long was he in there for?

... about seven hours.

My entire being filled with dread. Chloe, Simon and Tori got out and Tori undid the binding spell. I couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. I couldn't concentrate enough, because I was so worried.

"Is he alive?" Chloe whispered, taking him from me and cradling him. She looked so broken. I wonder what I looked like? Did I still have my bored mask on? Or was I actually showing some emotion.

"I-I can't tell Chloe. I can't. I don't...know." I whispered, brushing his cheek with my finger.

"That's it. Move aside. Lemme see it... I mean him." Lauren slammed the car door and snatched him from Chloe. She put him on the door, and started examining him. I couldn't look. It hurt too much.

"He's fine. He needs a little air, some rest, but he'll be fine. I think that binding spell-yes Tori, I saw you take it off- froze every part of him. So he was kind of preserved. That doesn't happen with us because we're older. But because he is so young and small, it affected him more. Now get back in the car."

She shoved Skye towards me and barely gave me any time to get a good hold on him before releasing Skye and trudging back to the car. Something told me she was angry. Begrudgingly, Simon and Tori went to one side of the car, and Chloe and I went to the other, me getting the window seat.

"So... does this mean no rides?" Simon whispered, and Dad looked ready to burst.

"No! No Simon! We need to go get a go****mn motel room, and talk about Chloe and Derek's son! Understand? Now no more talking till we get there!" With that, he stepped onto the accelerator, and zoomed back into the road. We didn't even bother telling him that he isn't our son. We'll tell him once both of them cool off. Like, frozen cold.

Lauren, to drown us out, probably, blasted some tunes. They weren't exactly half bad, but I had a few objections to a) the song choices, and b) My ears. Not to mention Skye's ears.

Nervously, I tapped on Lauren's shoulder and she ignored me. I felt like my eardrums were about to burst. It hurt a lot. I tapped again, and she continued ignoring me. Fine then. If I go deaf, then it's on your head.

Chloe noticed and leaned in between the two adults and turned the music down considerably. Now it was just a dull throb.

"What the hell is your problem?" Lauren screeched. Chloe looked like she'd been slapped. Slowly, that changed into steely anger.

"Well, dear Aunt Lauren. The problem is that your loud music is going to make Derek and Skye deaf. I know, it doesn't really matter to you, but I actually do care for them."

And then she sat back down into her seat, basically hiding her face under my arm. I stroked her cheek with my finger, like I had done with Skye, and rested my head against the head of my seat. My arm became warm, and I realized she was crying. This is going to be a long, long ride.

We had told them everything. Well, not the part about some psycho rival experiment group that sent the baby to us, but everything else.

They felt no pity, really. Sure, they toned down their anger, but flared up once more, reminding us that we should have told them right away. Even after trying to play the guilt card and saying that we didn't want them to worry about money and such. It didn't work. They got angry about that too, about how we should just leave it to the adults.

Unfortunately, we managed to only snag one room. Turns out Friday nights are their busiest nights. I wonder why, what with that massive party and couples, and sometimes even couples with two males and one female, paying for rooms, obviously to have "fun".

Thankfully, it was the honeymoon suite. Which meant a larger-than-a-king-size bed. Everyone argued about who should get the bed, because we all wanted it. The stressful night tired us all out. Finally, we agreed on these arrangements.

Simon and Tori both in the middle, because they were siblings and wouldn't do anything rash (I'm worrying about what Dad and Lauren do in private). Next, Lauren next to Tori and Dad next to Simon. Then, Chloe behind Lauren, though she was hating every second of it, and me behind Dad. Then we remembered Skye and just opted to have him sleep between Simon and Tori.

So I went to take the first shower, and when I came back, everyone was already asleep in their assigned places. Well, all but Skye, who was climbing Simon. I guess I'm on Baby Watch duty. With a sigh, I scooped him up and walked around with him, bouncing him around, trying to get him to fall asleep. At one point, I almost fell asleep standing up, but Skye woke me by pulling on my hair. I growled at him, and he growled back. We both scarily sounded like wolves. Which isn't so scary since we both are... I'm sounding all loopy. I really need to get some shut-eye.

I didn't want to wake Chloe, so when Skye got hungry, and I couldn't find any milk in the fridge here, I went downstairs. Turns out the cafeteria is closed at two in the morning. Surprise, surprise. So, in my sneakers, boxer shorts, and t-shirt, I left the comfort of the motel and crossed the street, passing by party-goers and made my way to a coffee place. They have to have milk, right?

Obviously, I had to run in to some problems. Well, they weren't problems, but they unnerved me, for the safety of Skye.

As I passed by the raging party, some girls in skimpy clothing and their drunk boyfriends sauntered up to me. I was literally four steps away from the coffee place. I am so close. Why, cruel world? Why?

"Is that your baaaby?" One of the girls asked. She pointed at him and cooed quietly.

"No duh, Abergeen, why else would he be holding it?" The "boyfriend" replied. He took a swig of his drink.

"Derek! Derek, wait!" Someone-presumably Chloe- came up behind me. She was in her pajamas too. Only, her outfit consisted of a tank top and shorts with her sneakers. She hadn't even bothered putting a sweater on. Stupid.

"Chloe, what are you doing? Go back inside. Wait, never mind. You could get picked up by some guy. Lets just go." I completely forgot about the group that I had encountered until one of the boyfriends cat called to Chloe. Chloe's face flushed considerably, before flipping around and mouthing something to him. He didn't bother her again. She turned back to me with a smirk on her face and continued walking to the coffee place until I had no choice but to follow her.

"What did you mouth to him?" I asked after a few minutes of silence waiting in the line of the coffee store. It was nice, and warm, and I wanted to stay there forever. I loved the smell too. Except for that strong coffee aisle. That killed. Even Chloe wrinkled her nose in distaste. These people are crazy, who drink that.

"Huh? Oh, I told him that his girlfriend was making out with one of his friends." She mumbled, and leaned heavily on me. Poor girl. She must be tired. But even in her tired state she managed to vanquish a perv out there. One of many. She's a super hero.

"I would have just flipped him off." I pointed out.

"Well, I'm not you. Or Tori and Simon for that matter. I suppose they'd do the same. No wait, Tori would go for his throat. I hope Skye doesn't pick up on your bad behaviors." She said with a grin.

Finally, our turn came up, and we asked for some plain warm milk. The man at the counter smiled at us. And just kept on smiling. Truthfully, he was probably nineteen or something. He gave us our milk and then told us how good we were, to keep the baby. We gave him blank looks.

He grinned. "You know... most teenagers that get preggo just do abortion. Personally, I'm totally against it... now I have a son. One year old. Love him to bits. Unfortunately, I had to drop out of college to support both of them. My wife and kid, that is. We got married after he was born. She didn't want to look all bulgy in her wedding dress. I say she looks gorgeous even when she's drooling all over her pillow."

Chloe flinched and made a little "Ack" sound. I wrinkled my nose.

"Uh, thanks for the milk, sir." I said slowly and Chloe inched the cup away from him.

"Yeah, and thanks for your life history lesson." Chloe muttered. The guy grinned. He obviously heard.

"Anytime, kids, anytime."

Needless to say, we got out of there pretty fast.

Skye started wailing once we left the store. We found a bench near the motel and sat him down, getting him to take tiny sips from the cup. When he sputtered and spit it both of us, Chloe pulled out a straw that she had had the insight to bring. We put the straw to his mouth and he then calmly drank the rest of his milk. During this time, I snoozed on Chloe's shoulder, half asleep, and half awake, to make sure there wasn't any trouble. I needed this so bad. I was almost passed out. But I was alert enough to see and hear the "encouraging" smiles and that single scowl people threw our way.

"Derek... Dereeek." Chloe whispered, mussing up my hair a bit. Oh well, it already looked like a bird's nest.

"Yea Chlo?" I slurred out.

"It's morning."

"WHAT?" I jumped up and scanned the area which was, indeed, painted with the sunrise's glow. There were a few leftover party-ers who were hailing cabs. I looked back at Chloe and saw the dark rings under her eyes. I saw that Skye was asleep, and the milk cup was knocked over beside the bench, in the grass.

"Did you manage to get any sleep?" I asked her, sitting back down on the bench. She nodded, smiling softly. "Don't you lie to me." I snapped.

She glared weakly at me. "If you want to worry, then no, I did not snatch a single wink of sleep. He kept on waking up."

"Then why didn't you wake me up?" I growled, angrily.

"Because, my dear dear Derek, I didn't want to. You were in wolf form for so long. And I could see the dark patches under your eyes- don't hide them from me, Souza- and I wanted you to get some rest. I slept already. I'm good. I'll probably just collapse in the car or something. But, really, it's all good. Don't worry yourself."

"It's my job to worry, Chloe." I muttered, looking away and slumping down.

"No, Derek. It isn't. Your job is to be there for me, and vice versa. Being there for me is big enough a task. You know how clumsy I am. I mean look, I got three of these bruises just falling off the stairs at home."

She lifted her leg and pointed at the purplish blue spots that were scattered in different places on her shin. I lightly touched one with my finger and she winced.

"Um, that was from last night. I was kind of half asleep and I sort of fell down the last couple of steps coming down. The elevator isn't fast enough." She explained, blushing a little. I smiled at her.

"Typical Chloe." I said, and stretched, lifting my arms in the air. A few bones popped. "D'you think we should head back now?"

She rested her head on my shoulder. "Nah. Lets stay out here for a bit. Freak them out. It feels so nice, and I know you're dying to go for a run."

It's scary how she knows me so well. But I couldn't just leave her. I voiced my opinion and she grimaced.

"If it'll make you feel any better, I'll go back inside and just fall asleep. How's that?"

I nodded and helped her up. We trudged quietly up to the motel, all the way up to our floor. We then realized we didn't have the key. Darn it.

"Knock?" Chloe asked in an exasperated tone. I shrugged in response and watched and she shifted Skye to the other arm, and rapped on the door three times.

After a few minutes of waiting, I poised my hand to knock again when the door opened to reveal a groggy looking Simon.

"And where have you been?" He whispered in a accusatory tone.

We didn't get a chance to answer before everyone else woke up. Everyone's hair was a total mess. They took in the sight of Chloe, Skye and I, all in our pajamas, standing in the doorway. They repeated Simon's question. I rolled my eyes while Chloe answered.

"Skye here was hungry. We needed to go get him milk."

There was an awkward silence while everyone eyed Chloe. She gasped.

"You guys seriously didn't think that I... Me? Really? Ew. Ack. Blech. Take Skye. I need to go throw up in the bathroom." She shoved the sleeping Skye at Simon, and raced off to the bathroom while I smirked at them and turned around to leave.

"Where are you going?" Dad asked.

"Taking a run. Be back in twenty."

We were all sitting in the car. It was hot, stuffy, and Skye wouldn't stop crying. Dad chuckled, something he hadn't done the whole time we were in California.

"Reminds me of Simon. He was a natural born banshee."

Chloe laughed a little, then quieted done. The tension was so thick, you'd probably need a butcher's knife to cut through it.

"Skye. Quiet. You kept Derek and I awake all last night. It's our turn to sleep, wolfy." Chloe pretended to scold him. She said wolfy, though. Oh shizz.

"Wolfy?" Lauren asked.

Chloe wasn't about to answer, so I did it for her.

"Yes. Skye is a werewolf."

"-THE HELL!" Lauren shrieked and the car swirved a bit off the road, but quickly righted itself.

"When were you planning on telling us this?" Dad said, sharply.

"It sort of slipped our minds, I guess." I muttered, sinking in my seat. No more lectures, please, no more lectures.

Dad resorted to angrily muttering under his breath and Lauren just kept her jaw stiff, her back rigidly straight.

Chloe and I fell asleep while Tori and Simon took care of Skye.

When we woke up, Dad and Lauren were looking directly at us. Simon, Skye and Tori weren't in the car. Dad and Lauren were turned around in their seats. I checked on Chloe, and she was just waking up. I quickly wiped away the drool that had accumulated near my mouth.

"Where are we?" mumbled Chloe. She shifted a bit and I realized that me and her were stretched out in the seat, my arm around her waist and her arm hugging mine, while using it as a pillow. Chloe looked around, and when we finally came to our senses, we jumped apart. Me, hurting my head on the roof of the car in the process.

"Where are we?" I repeated.

"We're at the park. We got food, and now everyone is just stretching their legs. We let you guys sleep because you seemed exhausted. " Dad explained.

"Then why are you sitting there staring at us?" Chloe asked groggily, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

"We were thinking." Lauren replied.

Chloe glared at her hands, then returned her eyes to normal and looked at Lauren. "So suddenly, you guys have this telepathic communication, where you can think in each other's minds?"

"No... Chloe... we were actually talking... about Skye." Dad answered.

Her eyes got steely again. "Don't talk about him."

"Why not?" Lauren asked. You could tell she wanted to make amends with Chloe, with her gentle tone, yet her niece was having none of that.

"Because he's mine. Leave him out of any of your plans. He's too small. Derek, Simon, Tori and I are doing just fine, taking care of him. Now that you know about him, we can take care of him better." And with that, she slammed open the car door and exited, taking the opportunity to slam it shut, too.

The eyes of the adults swept to me. "No." I said simply, and got out of the car too, following Chloe, who was angrily biting into her burger. Mmm, burgers.

"Hey, bro! Where's my food?" I yelled at Simon, who was pushing Skye in those baby swings. He pointed at the bag at the picnic table next to Chloe. It was almost as big as Skye, that bag. Perfect.

"Hey babe, why all the fury?" I asked, sitting down next to her, and blushing slightly. I did not just say that.

Chloe couldn't believe that too. Her angry eyes looked up at me, and I could see some laughter sweeping into them.

"I'm going to ignore that. I take it Simon was giving you girlfriend tips... again?" She bit into her burger.

I nodded. Good, this was safer territory.

"Well, sweetheart, I'm angry at my aunt. How could she? She's so... argh. I don't wanna talk about it."

I nodded again. She'll cool down and tell me later. And I'll be there to listen to her. I'll be there for her. Because that was my job.

So, don't be expecting any new chapters from me till, like, I don't know... the end of June? I have dumb exams. And they are ugly. Luckily, I only have two. Yay me. Well, please forgive me for any spelling/grammatical mistakes. I need to go study for a test before I fail. Ick. R&R Please! :D