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Arda: that would not be blue skies.
Us: huhz?
Arda: bad. that would be bad.
Us: ohhhh! lolz you and ur southern drawl, Ardie-Doodle!
Arda: uuuuhhhmmm.... would ya'll not call me that? meh name is ARDA. it's Turkish.
Kylie: Turkish? From Turkey? we love turkey! it's so yummy!
Christy: I prefer the politically correct term; Turky-ish.
Kylie: I'm pretty sure the word is grammatically correct, not politically.
Christy: that too!
Arda: ....ya'll are strange ducks.
Kylie: and silly geese!
Christy: and again i must correct you, The politically correct term would be gooses.
Kylie: It's grammatically and there are no geese in politics.
Christy: GOOSES and can you be so sure? Who knows what's in politics these days.
Everyone else: *Groans.*
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(CHLOE POV)
I was so embarrassed about being caught by Tori, but I didn't - not for one second - regret what Derek and I were doing.
Tori had separated us but I couldn't help but keep looking at Derek. Would this constant need ever go away? Maybe if we...ya know...do it. Maybe then the constant wanting would lessen. Derek seems to be getting hotter by the day, not helping my case. His face had completely cleared up, his hair was no longer grease-y, the bad odor was gone, and he didn't sweat anymore (well, not anymore than a normal person). His had been forced to wear a tighter t-shirt, and it definitely showed off his muscles.
The others had come back into the car, but left to eat outside on the benches because Arda, DeDe, and Mel hadn't ever had a lot of time outside since their time in the Edison Group compound. Tori, Derek, and I were the only ones still in the car. I claimed not to be hungry, Derek stayed to be with me, and Tori was told to keep watch over us. But even so, I couldn't stop myself and pounced on Derek, latching my mouth to his. I pulled away a little but Derek kept pulling me back.
"Sorry-" kiss "I-" kiss "couldn't-" kiss "stop my--mmmh!" I moaned when he pulled me closer
"Good." He said before continuing to kiss me.
"Chloe! Get off of Derek RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!" Tori yelled. I jumped on to Derek's lap from surprise, but I didn't leave.
"Tori, I'm going to say this as nicely as I can right now, but it would be best for you to leave Derek and I alone right now." I said as calmly as I could when I was sitting on Derek with his erected dick poking me. I felt Tori pulling me off of Derek.
"Chloe, get the FUCK away from Derek or I will put a binding spell on both of you!" Tori shouted. I reluctantly let Tori pull me away, never taking my eyes off of Derek.
About five minutes later I had...cooled down enough to talk to Derek without jumping him. I inched over to where he was and looked at him. Tori tuned us out thankfully, but still kept a wary eye out.
"H-How come you never talk to me?" I asked quietly.
"I do talk to you." He frowned, looking confused.
"No, you speak to me but you don't ever really open up and tell me things about you."
"Well, I don't see you opening up to me either."
"Okay then. My mom died when I was little; she gave me this necklace to protect me, I assume because she was sorry about what she let happen to me. Ever since she died, Dad hasn't been the same. My dad is possibly working with the people trying to kill us - I have no where to go if something happens." I rushed out, barely stopping to breathe.
Derek looked down, ashamed. "Sorry I asked." He apologized.
"No, you deserve to know about me and my past...and I deserve to know about you."
"Chloe, I don't know what to say - I'm not the kind of guy to 'share my feelings.' I was taken away from the Edison Group by Simon's dad after hatefully growing up there. Because of me, they had to move, they were on the run, and I hurt people Chloe. I didn't mean to, not as bad as I did, but it happened. I'm a danger to the people I care about, the people I'm around. Even the man I considered my father is afraid of me."
"Derek, why didn't you tell me you felt this way? You and I both know that you wouldn't hurt any of us. You protect us! And you say you considered Mr. Bae you father, as in, you used to? What changed?" I had no idea Derek felt this way.
"You don't get it Chloe, I killed a guy. I killed Liam." He was dodging the question, but I'll bite.
"He deserved it, Derek! He was going to kill us!"
"You don't understand. I don't get to play God. I'm not meant to decide who gets to live and who doesn't."
"Derek, it was an accident. Maybe 'God' would have stopped Liam from attacking you if he wasn't meant to be killed."
"That doesn't change the fact that I killed an innocent man." Derek argued.
"HE WASN'T INNOCENT!" I shouted, rising to stand as much as I could in a van.
"It wasn't right," Derek said sadly, looking down.
"Yeah, it wasn't right, but you didn't mean to. Think of all the people you saved by killing him accidentally!" I ran my hand through his hair, comfortingly..
"I guess you're right." He said, sounding a little less sad.
"So, about Simon's dad..." I trailed off, hoping he would interrupt me.
"He's afraid of me."
"He doesn't know you." I retorted quickly.
Derek sighed. "I just can't tell if we should trust anyone who is or was connected, willingly, to the Edison Group."
I nodded. "I know what you mean."
"I'm just not sure of anything right now Chloe, all I do know is that I love you and I don't want to lose you because I don't 'open up' enough." He was watching me closely, judging my reaction I assume.
"I love you too, Derek. I would never be stupid enough to give you up." I cupped his cheek with my right hand. Derek seemed to be very vulnerable right now, a smile lighting up his face. He reached up and kissed me lightly, careful not to carried away.
"I do love you Chloe, more than I can explain."
I smiled. "I know exactly how you feel." I responded. Derek stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the doors. Tori followed us dutifully, giving me the 'zipping my mouth' gesture, meaning she wouldn't repeat a single word that had been said between Derek and I.
"[...] an' teh alligate-ah just kept strugglin', yes ma'am, an--oh, hey Tori, Chloe...Derek." I didn't miss Arda saying Derek's name like he was beneath him.
"Hello Arda." I replied coldly.
"Take a seat. We saved your food." Mr. Bae welcomed us. Derek and I sat down, still holding hands, next to Simon and Mel; Tori sat opposite me with DeDe and Arda. Derek reached for our food with his free hand.
"Derek, Chloe, we can't just keep ignoring this, as much as I hate to say it, you guys have to do something about your 'feelings'. As we can already see, the lust for each other is getting worse by the day and we can't have you in public when the dam breaks." told us.
"So you want them to have sex?" Tori asked bluntly.
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(DEREK POV)
"So you want them to have sex?" Tori asked bluntly.
We all stared at Dad incredulously, eyes wide and jaws dropped. He froze, eyes glancing at all the stares he was receiving. "Um, I think I'll talk to Derek and Chloe in private actually..." He gripped our shoulders and led us to the van to escape Arda's sensitive hearing.
He closed the door and faced us. "Pretty much what Tori just said sums it up. The only way for you two to stop jumping each other to get all the lust out in one foul swoop."
I. Cannot. Believe. This.
"Do you realize the risk?!" I growled. Dad has read the same books I have, how could he suggest something to this magnitude?!
"Yes, I do, and I know that you will do anything in your power to make sure everything...goes smoothly." Dad's complexion paled. Of course, what father would be perfectly okay with practically ordering his son to do it?
But he had a point. I would do everything I could to make sure that Chloe doesn't get hurt. I'd be gentle, and wear a condom, and get her those pill things...
"...is no one going to ask me what I think about all of this?" Chloe demanded, glaring at us. We turned to her, somewhat surprised.
Oh god, I'm such a moron. How could I even be possibly thinking about any of this without consulting her? How dare Dad possibly think about this without wondering if Chloe would be okay with it? Fuck, she's only fifteen!
"Hmph, for the record I think that it's the best idea I've ever heard in my entire life."
....Say what?
"You think what now?" I swear my eyes were the size of softballs.
Chloe looked down at her hands, apparently surprised at herself. "U-Uh, w-w-well...I j-just m-m-m-mean that it w-would be the b-best w-way t-t-to res-solve the issue..." She stammered.
"But, Chloe, there are so many things that could go wrong." I frowned. How could she be so open to this regardless of the things I could accidentally do to her?
"Well t-tell me then, what c-could possibly go wrong?"
"I could hurt you, physically and/or emotionally. What if you suddenly aren't ready? Or what you get pregnant?!" No, she cannot get pregnant. Our whole mission would be compromised.
"...well if that happens, it happens. Honestly Derek, I want this. And any consequences that occur will occur. We'll think about it if it happens. And plus that reduces the strain on the others, on Simon, of seeing us practically dry hump each other every other minute."
Damn it, the Simon comment is killing me and she knows it.
"I'll leave you two to talk about out, then." Dad slid out of the van and back to the others. He paused, "And I'll bring you the rest of your food."
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Chloe and I reached a compromise awhile later, then we were on the road again. Dad drove for five hours, and finally we made it to Pittsburgh, the half-way point from Philly to Cleveland. We stopped at McDonalds before checking into a cheap inn. Again the rooms were split by gender.
To my utter disgust, Simon and Arda got along great. They talked about everything and anything during the five hours. How in the world can they even relate to anything? Arda-Farta grew up like me, except alone, whereas Simon grew up relatively normal until I came along and made them go on the run all the time. The only things I could think of that they had mutual ground on was their hatred for the Edison Group and their attraction to Chloe.
"Derek? How did your conversation with Chloe go?" Dad asked. I gave him a side glance before tugging him into the hall so hopefully Arda couldn't easily eavesdrop.
"Well, I think. We made a compromise. Which reminds me, I'm going to need a fake ID for Chloe and I." Dad set he'd set it up and I explained the compromise, which mainly consisted of me taking every precaution possible but will in about a months time we would...have sex. Chloe just had to be patient, and try to control her urges (as I will with mine).
"Okay, then. I'm glad you two are being responsible about this. I have to admit I don't know what came over me before, trying to push you two into... taking care of your sexual impulses." Dad rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.
"It's okay. We know that it isn't..nice...of us to be constantly pouncing on each other." This is good, this is good progress. Starting to feel more normal, like it used to be. Dad smiled, feeling it too.
"C'mon, let's gather everyone and make a plan for Cleveland." He patted my shoulder, ushering me into our room before retreiving the girls.
"So, we're going to help break out the twinzies?" DeDe asked, her voice deceptively innocent and naive sounding.
"Only if you want to, we won't force anyone to do anything they don't feel comfortable with." Lauren assured. She shot Dad a look—she was sour over the sex issue.
"No, I want to help! I mean, you said the girl twins were only fourteen right? They're way too young to have stuff happening to them that the Edison Group would have happen." DeDe stumbled through her words. Apparently the Edison Group had trounced her conversation skills.
"I wanna help too." Arda added.
"Well I don't." Mel huffed. Tori raised her eyebrow at her. "Um, hello, if you all get in trouble I'm the recon. Duh." She rolled her eyes.
"That's a good idea! We really should have thought of that before." Chloe looked up at me. "Can I do the whole recon thing too?"
"Do ya need his permission?" Ardachoke pulled a face, steely eyes hooked on me.
"D's the genius planning guy – if he thinks that Chloe won't be necessary to the operation then she can stay, and vice versa." Simon explained. Arda-i-choke's eye twitched in annoyance—he wanted me to be faulted.
This guy was starting to seriously get on my nerves.
I waved the mental threats away and thought it over, working all the possible scenarios in my head.
"Yeah, Chloe can stay behind with Mel. Liz can communicate with us by marking on the walls." And if I can prevent it then Chloe shouldn't be put in danger, I added in my head. Chloe's face lit up and she beamed at Mel, who returned it with a half-smile. I think she and Tori will either end up being the best of friends or the worst of enemies.
"So the plan goes the same as the last one generally? Except now we have a team in the wings?" Simon asked after everything was talked over again. Dad nodded, but he was frowning and was obviously in deep thought.
"It's going to be harder this time." I thought out loud for him. "Their security will be tighter since we've already downed two of their institutions, and those enchantresses especially will be hard to free since they're so dangerous."
"Wait, what's an enchantress? There's already the whole Sorcerer vs. Witch debacle, but now we have another type of magic user to add to the mix?" Chloe inquired.
"An enchantress is pretty much a magic using seductress, specializing in distraction and attraction. They're gorgeous by nature and devious to boot." Dad enlightened her. She made an 'o' with her mouth, and her gaze flickered to me for a brief moment. She was worried that they'd try to seduce me, and that I'd fall for them. Psh, hell no.
"And what about the angels? They still have big white feathery wings right?" Tori scoffed.
"They don't have to be white, but yes. Luckily for them their wings fade into simple wing tattoos on their backs when not in use." Lauren described. We nodded along, trying to grasp the concept of supernaturals we'd never thought truly existed. This was, of course, hypocritical of us, but it's not like we don't have to constantly wrap our head around the fact that we're supernaturals ourselves.
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Chloe: you are?
Christy: Kylie's talking nonsense.
Chloe: you sure?
Christy: yes! Kylie, tell them you're talking nonsense!
Kylie: huh? Oh, sorry, I was too busy molesting Derek to hear what you said.
Everyone else: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!
Kylie: ....I'm about to be beaten to a bloody pulp, aren't I?
Christy: *sob*
Chloe: oh, she is sensitive. and get ur dirty hands off my man!