Er... so I never got around to update the comments to reviewers. I'll add it below. So some of you may have two comment sections. Sorry guys. Okay, so I was going to update this yesterday, but winter wasn't done with Michigan, so long story short, my power went out and I was lefts sans laptop because I had forgotten to charge it. I hate snow. A lot. Oh it's cute right up until new years eve. Then it get's real old, real fast. Anyhow, here's your chapter, mes petites. Read, review, enjoy.

Kelley Miley (Ch 23): From the way Chloe describes it in the book, she never actually tells him what went on. I have not a clue as to why,b ut I just write for what I read lol. Kaki Tenshi (Ch 23): Oh, then you will love the awakening and reckoning. I'm not sure when Derek will know he's fallen in love, (I suppose when the timing feels right) but there will be strife for Derek and jealousy going both ways and... Oh lord now im excited to write it lol. Conceited Pixie (CH23) : I think he didn't. I think subconciously he did, but we all know that as smart as Derek is, he only sees what he wants and this, sadly, didn't fit in his box for awhile. I had planned on making him realize it sometime before, but I thought that chapter 23 was a little early for Derek. TragicRomanceWriter (Ch 23: I am so confused. What don't you like about it? What do you think I am doing incorrectly? I'm not understanding what direction you think I am taking it. Bertle (Ch23) Actually, if you look above to conceited pixie's comment, her and I were discussing the same thing as you asked. :) I will def. Read hers after I write mine, but not before. I don't want to accidentally copy. Kelley Miley: Thanks. I thought it would make more sense that way too, plus we know our dense Derek wouldn't realize it until his mind tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Um, hello? Obvious glowing answer over here." KakiTenshi: Ah, im sorry for not responding to reviews. It was so late and my eyes were doing that thing where they close on their own... And I wanted to give you guys your chapter, soo... I'm glad you reviewed anyways :) Thanks for being so excited you couldn't hold back. Sweetdreamz: Yay! The most important part of this is making him likeable. Otherwise, Derek is just not as fun to read about. Lol MayaLewis: Welcome! And thank you very much! I'm glad you like it and here is you're update as per your very expressed wishes :). ConceitedPixie: Just gotta say... Awwwww. Thank you. Frobz21:Welcome! And I'm glad your reviewing now. Please continue to do so. Mostly because I'm a vain little fucker, but also because your feedback helps shape my story. I love all my reviewers and all my readers, but my reviewers have nmaes so it makes it easier lol. Thank you for everything you said. Kissed by a demon: If only it were so...

Dereks POV

The alarm woke me up, but my body kept me from moving to turn it off. I was exhausted. I have no idea what time I fell asleep, but it hadn't been a restful or long sleep. Every part of me ached. At least the fever felt mostly gone.

Simon sprang out of bed and turned off the alarm, yawning as he crossed the room. I stayed on my bed, eyes heavy. I could sleep. Just pretend that I hadn't heard the alarm. I closed my eyes, letting exhaustion take over.

Simon threw a pillow at me, and my eyes sprang open.

"HEY!" I growled.

He laughed and ducked when I threw it back.

Ug. He was just so chipper this morning. It seemed worse than usual, but that may have been the sleep deprivation.

"I just didn't want you to be late for your shower." He threw the pillow back onto his bed and stretched.

I sat up, hearing the bed creak under me from the movement. I looked around the room bleary-eyed. Ug. It was so fucking bright.

I needed to take a shower to try and wake up or I would probably throw someone through a wall sometime today.

I got up from the bed and went to my dresser, grabbing my clothes out.

Simon was grabbing clothes out from his dresser when I turned to look at him.

Shit. I had to tell him about the late night walk and everything that went on last night. He would feel left out. He got jealous pretty easy. And bored. So, there's nothing that could make him feel more alone than Chloe and I contacting the dead and going to explore the area in the middle of the night.

Let's not forget that I had to get them out of here tonight. I had to tell him something that would make sense. Well, let's see there's so many reasons... I listed them as I walked to the bathroom to shower.

I walked into the bathroom and set down my clothes. As I did, I felt the now-familiar muscle spasms. I growled, annoyed. I stalked over to the bathtub and turned on the water. I angrily yanked off my clothes and shivered in the cold air. I jumped into the shower as soon as the water warmed up.

I was starting to feel almost human, and pretty clean, when the spasms started again. My arm felt like it was going to crawl right off the bone. It was starting to hurt a little, nothing to make you cry and scream or even say ow, but pinpricks were accompanying the movement.

I rinsed the soap suds off, and thrust my hand out to turn off the water. As I turned the handle, I hadn't checked my strength or my annoyance had made it grow. When I started to turn the handle, I hadn't stopped where the handle is built to stop. The handle snapped right off in my hand.

I simply stared down at it for a minute. Fuck. I kept staring. Fuck. I looked at the place that it used to rest. Fuck fuck fuck.

Resisting the urge to throw the damnable thing, I set it down extremely carefully on the sink, using all of the calm down tactics that I had been drilling into my head for months. I grabbed the towel and calmly wiped myself off, still thinking calm relaxing thoughts while counting. To what number? To whatever number where I felt like I wouldn't harm anymore fixtures or any of the walls or really anything. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuuuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. I stared at the handle, sitting on the counter, looking so sad.

That's just what I need. Another fucking thing to make everyone look at me like I am a fucking MONSTER. Who snaps off FUCKING handles in bathtubs? I wasn't even FUCKING angry when I did it. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. FUCKING HO BAG SHIT-FACED SON OF A BITCH WITH A FUCKING HANDLE!

Okay, admittedly, that last though didn't make sense, but it did make me feel better. I started to think calm thoughts. An ocean was in front of me. I could hear the waves. Slowly, they go up the shore. Slowly, they go down. Calm. Must calm. I managed to pull on my clothes and by the time I was done, I felt better.

Well, now I was awake if nothing else.

I looked at the handle, unsure of what to do. Should I tell Mrs. Talbot? What do I say at that point? Here's the handle from our bathtub. Can you fix it?

I decided to take it back to the room and bounce ideas off Simon. I had to tell him about last night anyways. And tonight. A lot of night time activities to update him about.

Dammit. He was going to pout about last night. Do I look happy about galavanting around at who-the-fuck-knows in the morning? No, but it had to be done. Well, the walk wasn't bad. It helped to be outside. And the ghost thing had gone as far as it could, so no need to wonder if we could have gotten more answers. And maybe Chloe didn't hate me quite as much as she had. And maybe I didn't think she was quite the ditz I had.

Okay, she's not a ditz. She's just nice, but she does think things through. Which is more than I can say for Simon some days.

Hopefully, today would not be one of those days. I needed him to prepare to leave and help me figure out how to fucking get Mrs. Talbot not to freak out from the broken handle. I picked up the handle and threw it up a foot in the air, catching it easily. Okay, time to talk to Simon.

I went into our room, handle in hand. Simon looked up as I entered, finishing the last touches on his bed, now neatly made. He followed my gaze to the handle in my hand.

We both looked at it. I looked up at him.

"Is that-" He began.

"Tub's broke." I put the handle on the desk. I didn't really want to discuss the matter.

"Huh. Well, bro, I guess I'll tell Talbot something." He walked over to the desk and picked it up.

He examined the broken plastic and I laid down on my bed. When I got comfy, I said, "So, we gotta talk."

I heard him set down the handle. Suspicion thick in his voice, he said, "Okay. About what?"

How did I put this? "Last night, Chloe and I talked to the ghost in the basement."

I quickly explained what happened. Leaving out the sick part. He looked upset that he had missed out. I saw his face get more and more unhappy as I talked.

"Ug. I always miss out on the cool stuff."

I gave him a look. "I'm exhausted. If I would have been able to sleep, I wouldn't have gone out at an ungodly time either."

He made a face. "Is that why you're so sunshine-y happy this morning?"

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Whatever."

"Grump."

I gave him another look. He was just racking them up today.

"So, time for breakfast?"

Eh... I still had things to talk about with him, but food... It was like a siren's call, especially when I was so exhausted. Food or a discussion I didn't want to have?

Eh, maybe I should tell Simon and Chloe together. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. A plan that means we get to go downstairs and eat.

I gave Simon a nod and got up from the bed. "Yeah. Let's go." We were about to leave the room when I looked back at the desk. "Don't forget that." I nodded at the handle.

He sighed. "You have to go and break the house, don't you?" He smiled as he went back and grabbed it. "What am I gunna tell Talbot?"

I started down the hall. "Tell her it was loose already."

"And a young werewolf was cranky and broke it the rest of the way."

I glowered and went down the stairs.

I heard him laugh, following me down.