Derek opened the bathroom door, they'd been hearing noises and she'd been in there for a while now. He didn't know what to expect but he certainly didn't expect to walk into a wolf laying in the tub.

Derek quickly shut the door and came over to me.

"Chloe," he kept his voice down.

I kept my eyes shut but Derek knew I was awake.

"What happened?" He asked. He laid a hand gently on my back, digging his fingers past the coarse fur down to the soft fur. He massaged little circles trying to relax me without treating me like a dog.

I looked up at him and did my best to imitate a raised eyebrow look. What happened was obvious, I changed.

Derek got the message and rolled his eyes, "You know I mean what made this happen?"

I sighed, well at least I didn't have to put it into words. I could use our telepathic connection. I closed my eyes and showed what happened at the vending machine. Derek saw it and his grip on my fur tightened. His face darkened with anger but he didn't move. I expected him to barge out and hit Jeremy, I didn't know how to react to this angered silence.

I nudged his hand trying to get him to say or do something. Derek looked down at me.

"I'm not mad at you." He said. "I know you didn't ask for that."

I flinched against his grip on my fur, it was starting to hurt. He let go and grabbed a fistful of his pants instead. I just watched him, waiting for him to blow. Derek was furious but containing himself well.

He took a deep breath, "We need to get you out of here before any humans see."

Derek pulled the screen out of the window and opened it as much as he could.

"There's no woods around here but there's a cemetery on the other side of the parking lot. There's got to be a mausoleum we can wait out in."

I got through the window no problem with me being small but Derek found that he couldn't. He told me that he would meet me there in a minute. As I darted between cars I wondered if this was Derek's way of getting me out of the room so I wouldn't see him beat Jeremy. As angry as I was at Jeremy, I was worried about him getting hurt.

It was hard getting to the cemetery in broad daylight but I made it and found a small crumbling mausoleum way in the back. I couldn't do anything now but wait.

I waited and waited and waited. No idea how much time had passed before I finally heard footsteps coming my way. I waited, it could be Derek or a person visiting a relative's grave. I wouldn't want to expose myself to a random human.

The footsteps wandered without direction for a minute. They picked up into a run right by my hiding spot. Either Derek had found me or I was in for trouble.

"Chloe?!" A voice whisper yelled but not the voice I was expecting. Jeremy?!

I poked my head out an inch and whistled as best as I could. Jeremy spotted me and ran over to the crumbling building. Before he got to me, I saw the blood. Derek did let him have it. His right eye was already turning black and blue and his lip was busted open, dripping blood down his chin. Jeremy crouched down beside me with a smile.

"You should see the other guy," he joked.

I glared at him.

"We've got to keep moving," Jeremy said.

I shook my head, this is where Derek said to be.

"Come on Chloe," Jeremy begged. "Do you want Derek to beat the snot out of me again? We need to move."

I didn't know an expression to convey 'this is between you two' so I didn't know what to do here. I wished I could still speak.

Jeremy must have thought he heard someone coming because he jerked his head down to hide more. His hands immediately went to his nose.

"I think he broke it," Jeremy hissed.

I wanted to pull a ghost from a grave and have them keep lookout for us but how would I be able to communicate with them? I sighed, all these powers and right now I felt useless.

Third Person back at the motel.

Chloe got through the window easily but there was no way that Derek was going to fit through. He wanted her out of here in case a cleaning crew came by. He couldn't risk her being seen. But he also wanted out of motel for a bit. If he stuck around here much longer he was going to lose his temper. Derek had been working really hard on being more than a werewolf. He wanted to prove to himself that he was more than his instincts. So far he'd been better, holding his tongue when he wanted to yell at people.

Derek stepped out of the bathroom and all eyes were on him.

"What's going on?" Simon asked.

Derek pointed a finger at Jeremy but didn't look at him.

"Ask him."

Jeremy seemed surprised but didn't speak. Derek turned towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Simon asked.

"Chloe's at the cemetery," Derek said. "I'm going to go get her."

His voice gave away that he was struggling with keeping calm.

"What does that have to do with me?" Jeremy asked, not picking up on Derek trying to stay calm.

The sound of Jeremy's voice was just enough to push Derek over the edge. He whipped around, made eye contact with Jeremy and his fist curled. He got in Jeremy's face and let lose. Hitting Jeremy repeatedly before Simon grabbed hold of his arm and forced Derek off of Jeremy. Simon was doing his best to hold him back as Jeremy ran out the door. Derek heard someone tell Jeremy to go to the adult's motel room. Derek struggled out of Simon's grip.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Simon shouted.

"You should be asking him that," Derek growled.

"Well I'm asking you," Simon snapped back.

"He forced Chloe to kiss him," he growled.

"You don't beat the daylight out of someone for that."

"Watch me," Derek turned back towards the door.

Simon grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"You aren't going anywhere."

"What about Chloe?" Derek said. "She's waiting for me."

"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself." Simon pushed Derek towards the couch.

It wasn't normal for Simon to stand up to Derek like this or even to attempt getting physical with him but he knew right now that he needed to be firm.