Life is soo hectic. So, in order to update more, I'm going back to shorter chapters. A few were getting hella long. So, here you go. Sorry about the wait, but I'm doing the best I can. I hope you enjoy this one. I left a pleasant ending (Read chronologically! Do not skip to the end! This means you!) lol. I hope it makes you all happy. Okay, so next A/N I will formally ask you guys what you would prefer me to do when Simon and Derek separate from Chloe. I can either send you to read Kelley's version or I can write one of my own accord. Think about it and make sure you tell me next chapter. It's really your guy's preference. Anyhoo, read, review, enjoy, be merry, and all that jazz.

Kelly Miley: I'm sorry. It's been hectic here. I have three birthdays this week in my immediate family, my aunt visiting from the up (Upper Peninsula of michigan for anyone that doesn't know), work, school, and one boyfriend who I adore and has been feeling mucho unloved lately because of aforementioned busy schedule. I feel bad and I'll try to stay more on top of it. Forgive me? About your review, Yeah, He pretty much is clueless, but most guys who have actually associated with women in the past are, so we can't expect miracles from Derek of all people. The yelp is soo my favorite part of this whole thing, too. DoarfthXx: Number one: Where did you get such a name? I'm now realizing the intricacy of it. Lol, I thought any teenage boy HAD to think of such things. And... well, react to such thoughts lol. Lol I'm glad it wasn't more slang I didn't recognize. I was starting to feel like my mom. Sue: Welcome! And thank you. I will try not to :) I'm glad you liked my story. Kakitenshi: I'm glad you enjoy his brains. I do too. I think everyone had parts of them that think one way and another part that say, "Hey, none of that!" I'm glad it makes it easier to understand and funnier. I'm glad you forget her real reasons for things. It almost makes it a new book, doesn't it? Hydei: I'm glad you liked my last line. It's something all those fucking essays taught me from high school (Yes, they were actually useful.) Leave something interesting at the end. See? You do use some of this stuff later in life. Except high level math. *shiver * Conceited Pixie: Oh, I think we're talking about two different stories. I was talking about making The Dream Forgotten into a lemon. Everyone begged. But it would be soo cool to have it kinda intensify as their relationship in this one bonds closer. And when they kiss in the final book? Lemony goodness time. Bertle: If you read the below story, you should be able to tell which parts you influenced with your review. See? You guys affect my writing! Jamieno4: Welcome! And Thank you! All my reviewers make me feel special, but that's especially nice, considering your linie of work. I'm actually beginning to write a story that I may or may not finish, but if I did, I would try and get it published. So, it makes me have a little boost of happiness knowing you think that way :) SoullessWolfGirl98: Welcome: Thank you for loving my story :). In regards to whether you can update on a phone or not, I believe you can in you have any type of internet on your phone. It let me get to the upload page on mine, so I would say 99% yes. Hope that helps.

Derek's point of view

I didn't tell Simon what had happened. Not yet. I would tell him in the morning. My shower hadn't exactly made me feel better. I felt tired, like I had been all day. As Simon and I were reading and talking and just waiting for bed, he noticed me itching before I did.

"Why are you attacking your arm, bro?"

I looked up from my book. Sure enough, my arm was red and I was scratching an itch. I hadn't even really noticed. Now that I did, it itched like crazy. I ignored it and put my arms at my side. "Dry skin, maybe?"

Simon grinned at me. "Well, try not to take off the arm. I'm sure there's probably lotion in the bathroom or Mrs. Talbot might have some."

I nodded, trying to ignore the itching, but now that I had stopped scratching, it begged me to scratch it. I had been really itchy lately, but this was worse. Stronger. I got up and went to find the lotion. It was in the bathroom and I smeared it all over my arm. It cooled for a second, then came back. "What the...?"

Fucking arm. Just another fucking thing to add to the list. I went back to the room and tried to ignore the itching. I was starting to feel horrible. I had never been sick, but this is how I imagine it had to feel. My head was pounding, I was too warm, then too cold. I was itching non-stop. And once, when Simon went to pee, I went to stretch and I felt my muscles move oddly in my arm. It was so weird. It felt like my muscles were trying to crawl away and shift to where they were not supposed to go. I didn't tell Simon. He couldn't know that I was sick. He wouldn't go if he knew.

Besides, I can't be sick. Werewolves just don't get sick. Ever. So, what could it be? "Maybe the lack of exercise was starting to affect me? A reaction to crawling around in a graveyard? Something. When it was time for bed, I still felt all hot and every part of me was aching.

I couldn't sleep. I tried and I think I fell asleep for five minutes a couple times. My dreams were mixed and I knew that something was deeply wrong. I saw faces and heard screams and I saw a wolf in almost every dream. I think my subconscious was trying to tell me something, but I ignored it after I woke.

The dream I remember the best had Chloe in it. She was screaming behind a locked door and I was trying to get her. Then the dream kaleidoscoped into her and I running away from something behind us, screaming Simon's name for a time. Then after that, we started to call for my Dad and Chloe was gone and there was Simon grabbing my hand, pulling me into a forest, screaming Chloe's name.

A wolf stood just in the trees, watching us approach. He stared at me and I stared at him, and then it just turned into the blackness of the forest. As I realized it was gone, I looked around and I was alone. All alone. And then I saw a small figure, a girl's figure in the darkness walking back towards me.

I woke before the light of the dream could show showed the face. I couldn't sleep after that. The fever was burning and I was itchy as hell. I tried to stay quiet as I turned. The world seemed to tilt and I was burning alive. I took off my shirt. Behind my elbows was the itchiest.

I heard a whisper somewhere around me. "Derek?" I looked around blearily and thought, "Fuck. I'm really sick. I'm delusional." Then I heard it again, followed by tapping. "Derek?"

I got up. The breeze from moving felt good on my skin.

I opened the door and there was Chloe. Her hand was up, ready to knock. Seeing her there triggered some sense of Deja Vu.

She was staring at my chest, which was eye level for her. She stared for a second, not expecting me to open the door so quickly. She lowered her eyes, blushing from embarrassment it seemed.

"Chloe?" I was so surprised to see her I almost didn't believe my eyes. She finally raised her eyes to mine. "Chloe? What-"

"You owe me."

"Huh?" I tried to understand what the hell she was getting at, but I was too disoriented from fatigue and fever. I tried to work of the the fatigue by yawning. I stretched my shoulders out, trying to rid myself of the itches. "What time is it?"

"Late. Or early. It doesn't matter. I need your help and you owe me. Get dressed and be downstairs in five minutes." She turned and started to walk away. My confused brain tried to make sense of what she had said. Chloe needs help. Okay got that. Go downstairs. Got that. Get dressed. I looked down. No wonder Chloe looked so embarrassed. I was only in boxers. I turned back into the room to grab some decent clothes, wondering what the hell Chloe wanted to do.

I made it downstairs only a minute later. Chloe had put a sweatshirt over her tanktop. Good. It had been distracting once I realized that's all she had worn to my door. Especially because she hadn't worn a bra under it in the chill of the house...

I stopped in the hallway, waiting for a cue from her. "Fleas?" She said. I realized I was scratching again. I gave her a look and said, "Let's just get this over with." I was annoyed about her acting like I was such an asshole earlier and now needing my help. "I'm not in a good mood." Understatement of the day.

She motioned me into the media room and closed the door, face intent. I was almost so tired and sick that I didn't notice I was, once again, alone with this girl in a room. Now, there was a couch instead of a dirt floor or a shower.

She cocked her head, trying to hear something. Silly girl. Didn't she know she was with someone who could hear just about everything in the house? "We're fine here. Just keep it down. Someone comes, I'll hear." I assured her.

She started to move across the room and stopped before the window, moonlight lighting up her body. Her hair was messy and she looked tired. I followed her into the light patch, not thinking. "You've got a fever." She said, her face becoming worried. Dammit. I forgot that I probably looked like crap.

"Maybe." I ran my fingers through my hair and told her one of my least worrying theories. "Something I ate, I guess.

"Or some bug you picked up."

"I don't-" I started, then stopped. Did I want to tell her this part? Hell, why not? She was about to leave and I didn't need her telling Simon I was sick. "I don't get sick. Not often anyway." Never, but that sounds weird. "Part of my... condition. This seems to be a reaction. No big deal. I'm just off. Crankier than usual, Simon would say." I noticed that I had started to scratch again and I pulled my had away from my arm.

"You should go back to bed. Forget this-"

Oh, for God's sake. "No, you're right. I owe you. What do you need?" If I do this, it should convince her I was well-enough not to require Simon knowing. If he found out, he wouldn't go. And that can't happen.

"Hold on." She said after a moment's hesitation. Then she scurried to the hall. Dammit. How am I supposed to warn her if someone comes?"

"Chloe!" I whispered as loud as I dared. After a moment, as I heard her feet keep walking, I said, "Damn. Fuck. Shit," quietly. I was so tired that I'm sure it was just pitiful to hear.

I heard her rustling around in the kitchen, then I heard the tap start. She filled a glass and turned off the faucet. Then she began to walk back.

When she entered the room, she had the glass in hand and her other hand was closed with something inside. She opened her hand, revealing four Tylenol. Smart girl. Why hadn't I thought of Tylenol? I could have probably slept for at least a little while if I had taken some. I knew I was out of it, but the fact that it hadn't occurred to me showed how bad off I was.

She put them in my hand, soft fingers brushing mine.

"Two for now, two for later, in case you-" Ignoring her advice, I popped them in my mouth, then followed it with as much water as I could take in one mouthful.

"Or you could take them all now." She said, slightly disapproving and more shocked.

I shrugged. "I've got a high metabolism. Another part of my condition."

She gave me a small smile in the darkness. "I know a lot of girls who wouldn't mind that."
I tried to hold in a laugh. If all I needed to do was be sick to have Chloe not freak out on me, then I had to try and get sick again tomorrow so she would leave without a scene. I took a drink of water to hide the laugh. After I had finished it, I looked down at her. "Thanks, but... You don't need to be nice to me just because I'm not feeling great. You're mad. You've got a right to be. I used you and I made it worse by pretending I hadn't. If I were you, I wouldn't be bringing water unless it was to dump on my head." Okay, obviously the fever had made me much more able to apologize. It had lowered my inhibitions, so now I was practically apologizing. The look Chloe gave me told me that I had said something that didn't upset her for once. Maybe girls weren't that hard to talk to? Yeah, right. I turned my face away as I set the glass down. I examined myself as I did. I was upset that she was mad at me. Why?

I turned back, trying to ignore my fever-addled brain. "Okay, so you need...?"

She motioned toward the loveseat and boy-brain basically said, "Hell, yeah." I was unhappy. I did not want to be trying to make myself think about anything not sexual while every part of me was only thinking of everything sexual. I had too strong a reaction when Chloe was around. I did not want to be on a small couch trying not to pull her onto my lap.

She took a seat in a chair opposite the love seat and I took a mental sigh of relief. Now, hopefully, I could think straight. I sat on the loveseat, suddenly glad I didn't have to focus on balancing any longer. "You know something about necromancy, right?"

Now, she was asking? I had myself open to questions since she got here. I shrugged, not wanting to get her hopes up. "I'm no expert."

She continued on, her little face set with a determined look. "But you know more than me, Simon, or anyone else I can talk to at this moment. So how do necromancers contact the dead?"

"You mean like the guy in the basement? If he's there, you should see him. Then you'd just talk, like we are right now."

"I mean contacting a specific person. Can I do that? Or am I restricted to those I just stumble across?" She looked so intensely at me that a thought crossed my mind. What if she wanted to contact her mom.

Oh, god. It would be so tempting if I were her and I had parents that I missed. Shit. "If you mean your mom, Chloe-"

She looked at me sharply. "No." Her voice was hard. Then she softened it a little. "I haven't even thought-" She shook her head slightly. "Well, yes, I've considered it, for someday maybe, of course I'd like to, love to-" She stopped, noticeably upset. She took a breath and continued. "This is connected to our situation."
I tried to think of what she could be getting at. "You mean Liz?"

"No. I- I should try and contact her, I guess. J-Just toe be sure. But that's not it. Forget why I want to know." She seemed very upset about any mention of Liz.

I still was worried about why she wanted to know. A wave of fatigue hit me and I sat back. "If I knew why, I could answer a lot easier."

She ignored my request and said, "If I can contact a specific person how would I do it?"

I sighed. "You can, but it's not easy and it's not guaranteed at your age. Like Simon and his spells, you're at the apprenticeship level." Except for the whole raise a basement full of undead beings part.

She considered this and said, "Where I can do things by accident, like raising the dead." A good theory for her. But sadly...

"Well, no." I paused, unsure if I should tell her the rest. "From what I heard, raising the dead is the toughest thing to do, and it needs this complicated ritual." Another pause made me aware of my hand scratching my arm again. Goddammit. I shook my head and stopped. Then I looked at Chloe. Her eyes were wide, unhappy with what I had told her. "I must have heard wrong," I hurried to say. "Like I said, I'm not an expert."

She paused and then shook her head. "Back to how, then. How do I call up a specific ghost?"

Shit. I don't remember. I laid my head back on the back of the couch, willing myself to think through the fever. My brain was groggy and slow, but eventually I remembered what Dad had told me. "If I remember right, there are two ways. You could use a personal effect."

"Like with a tracking dog."

At first, I thought she was picking on me for the wolf thing. Then when I remembered she had no idea, I gave a little laugh. She was comparing herself to a dog. Her? Of the two people in this room, that was just purely comical.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said, amused. "Or like one of those psychics you see in the movies, always asking for something that belonged to the person."

"And the second way?" She looked hopeful, like she had been waiting for this answer and could care less about the other.

"You need to be at the grave."

She was silent a moment, and I couldn't tell if this was the right answer or the wrong one. "At the grave." She was speaking, but her mind was somewhere else. "Presuming that's where the body is buried. It's the body that's important, not the grave site."

A little creeped out by the monologue, I waved it off. It could probably be either for all we really knew. "Yeah, the body. The ultimate personal effect." I tried for a bit of humor.

"Then I think I know what the ghost in the basement wanted." I looked at her in surprise.

She started to tell me about how the voice seemed to be telling her to contact the dead and get their story.

"Why?" It seemed to be a lot of trouble to go to.
She thought back. "From what he seemed to say, it's about Lyle house. Something they can tell me."

My mind tried to race about everything it could mean, but the fever made it hard. "But those bodies have been down there a lot longer than Lyle House has been a group home. And if this ghost knows something, why not just tell you himself?"

"I don't know." She tried to think. "He said... He seemed to be saying that he couldn't make contact with them himself."

Well, makes sense. Kinda. "Then how would he know they had anything important to tell you?" Instead of getting angry that I wasn't just following along with the dilemma, like Simon would, she seemed happy to have someone to bounce ideas off of.

She looked thoughtful and finally said, "I don't know." Well, of course you don't. The ghost hasn't told you yet. "However they got there, I'm pretty sure they didn't die of natural causes. You're probably right, and it's completely unconnected to us, and this ghost is confused, losing track of time. Or maybe he wants to solve their murder." She stood up. "But, whatever he wants me to hear, I'm going to listen. Or at least try." That was very well-put. I was almost proud of her for being so intelligent about the whole thing. She may be nice sometimes, but less like Simon that I gave her credit for. Not to say Simon isn't smart. He's just... Simon.

"Hold up." I stood. "We should take a flashlight. I'll grab that. You get our shoes."

She gave me that lottery winning smile, relief so evident on her face that it was amazing. She was glad someone would be with her.

I'm kinda glad it's going to be me.