The Reckoning By 331

Hey guys! I was debating over whether or not to do a Derek POV, but while reading other stories, I dunno if maybe I should hold off until something exciting happens. Maybe I could do a Joey's POV, or maybe an Angie. What do you guys think? I should probably add some action too, but you don't need to worry about that. I've got a plan for action. But should Derek change (again, after this chapter) before, after, or during the action (personally I think I should go with during, to make things more fun, but sometimes a change moment can be made cuter and more romanticky (chlerek) if people aren't dying or fighting around them. Or I could make them argue in any of these times, which would also be fun)? So give me your opinions for the most preferred outcome, while I show you what leads up to it. I'm gonna try Derek (just a small one) to see how it goes. Have fun reading and reviewing with opinionated ideas!!!

This is what happens after the Awakening by Kelley Armstrong

I do not own anything and it all belongs to Kelley Armstrong. I am just using her characters and adding a few of my own.

Derek's POV (point of view)

I wasn't satisfied with Chloe's 'funny food' crap. Something was going on that she wasn't telling me, and as much as that hurt, I knew it was hurting her more, so I needed to find out what it was, one way or another. I waited until she was done in the bathroom and had gone to bed, and then went down to her door. I put my ear against it and listened (I could've done this from my own room, but Simon's snoring can sometimes be an annoying distraction). At first there was just rustling, which was probably her just getting into bed. But soon I heard sobs. I was right, she was hurting. I cracked open the door a little, and I saw her lying on the bed, crying. Or at least shaking a bit with crying sounds, since she was facing the window. It hurt just watching. She eventually cried herself to sleep, so I walked in and laid down on the bed next to her. I put my arms around her, and hoping that, even though she didn't know it, she would unconsciously be comforted. It felt wonderful to be there next to her. Her hair smelled like some sort of fruit, orange or mango maybe. She felt right in my arms, and I felt comforted, even though I had nothing to feel comforted about. I started dozing off, and I let myself lose consciousness.

Chloe's POV

I woke up some time later, my arms and side kind of sore, meaning I probably hadn't moved since I fell asleep. I opened my eyes and looked out the window. The moon had moved, meaning it was definitely not morning, but hours from when I went to bed. My eyes felt puffy and my nose was stuffed. I tried to move, but couldn't. That's when I noticed the arms wrapped around me. I started to panic and struggled to get free, but then the arms started to move, which freaked me out even more. I started to scream, but a hand clamped over my mouth.

"Chloe, shut up!!! Do you want to wake the whole house up?!?" Derek?!?!! I stopped struggling, and he loosened a bit. I turn to look at him and took his hand off my mouth. Our faces were really close together, and I felt my face burning and my heart thudding. He smiled at me, and I calmed down a bit. But not a lot.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room at" I looked at the clock " 3:30 in the morning?!?!" I whisper shouted. He just sat there.

"And in my bed??!?! We may be dating, but I think that's taking it a little far!" Derek scowled. I hadn't seen it in a while. It was comforting and familiar, and I felt a little better.

"Chloe, I wasn't trying to sleep with you. I just heard you crying and came to comfort you. And then I fell asleep." He kept on scowling until I stopped glaring in shock. I turned away from him, but being in the same bed made it hard to walk off angry, so I shifted away. But he pulled me back in and turned me around to face him again. I felt myself blush again, and so I put my face against his chest so he wouldn't see.

"So are are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothings w-wrong," I stuttered. Damn. Derek jerked me back so he could see my face again, and he was glaring.

"Chloe, don't give me this crap, I know there's something wrong. Now tell me before I.............." He started coughing like it hurt, and then his body shook and he fell off the bed. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it before. He was covered in sweat and his muscles were spazzing. He was Changing. Right here right now. I jumped up and knelt down next to him. He had stopped for the moment and was just laying there panting.

"We need to get you outside. Now!" He nodded as I helped him up. His muscles were rippling as I grabbed flip flops, a hoodie and a blanket, and pulled him down the stairs and outside into the woods. He dropped to the ground about 20 feet from the forest's edge, and violently began throwing up, during which he was trying to pull off his clothes. I ran up to help, and managed to pull off his sweatshirt and pants before he began another round of spasms. That left him in a t shirt and boxers. He screamed an inhuman howl, and his eyes full of sheer terror. I sat there next him hoping to god it would stop quickly while I rubbed his shoulder blades. As his bones began to realign, I heard pops and cracks amid the cries of pain. Every cry made me wince like someone had thrown a piece glass into my chest. His shoulders moved and changed shape, making it hard to rub, but I managed, thinking more about his pain than anything. He turned to look at me with half human eyes full of anguish and agony.

".......G...go!" he forced out.

"Derek, I'm not leaving, no matter what you say." I kept rubbing his back. He shook his head.

"No... I....." Another spasm rocked his body, causing a few more dry heaves from his now empty stomach. He turned back again.

"Mean......don't.....go..," his back arched up with a sickening crack, making him scream/howl again. I felt coarse fur push through what was left of his t shirt and I hoped he would make a full change this time. The fur stopped growing and it looked like he was done, except he still had human hands and feet. Then another crack and everything reversed. He flipped over and had what looked like a half dog interpretation of a seizure with occasional cracks and yells of pain. I couldn't rub his back anymore, so I settled with holding his shoulder with one hand and grasping his hand with my other. He kept his eyes locked on mine until the last crack, when he seem to deflate. He lay there panting in a ripped shirt an boxers, squeezing my hand so tight it hurt. But I didn't care. All I cared about was that he was okay. I put my arm across to his other shoulder and hugged him. He put his hand weakly on my back. I leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Are you okay?" I felt him nod, and I squeezed his hand.

"Guess you're not ready for a full one yet, huh? That's okay. I still be here for you." I tried to get up to look in to his face, but he pulled me back down and held me there. I laid on him like that for a while. He eventually whispered raspily in my ear.

"Why were you crying? I stiffened. I had forgotten all about it until now. I remembered dad and started crying again. He held me like that a little longer, then pushed me up so I could see his face.

"Why won't you tell me?" I broke and told him everything, about how I could never help anyone, I was always the damsel in distress, and I made everyone worry all the time, especially my dad. And how I was a liability. He frowned at me, but softened a bit.

"You were crying over that? I understand missing your dad and not wanting him to worry like he is, but acting like this just makes us worry more, not less. I had to persuade Simon to not come barging in before I did because he was worried something was wrong. And you were making him worry by trying not worry him!! That was the stupidest choice of action I've ever heard of, and I've heard a lot of stupid things living with Simon. And your definitely not a liability. You may not have a power you can use in battle, but your way more smart about things than Tori is, making her more of a liability than you. You thought to keep your money card in your shoe, you thought to take those girls knives before they could get back up, you thought of how Liz could help us back at the factory, you helped me in the fight with Liam and Ramon by stabbing Liam in the leg and confusing our scents in a puddle and an abandoned apartment, and took out an Edison Group lackey all by yourself Rambo style. I really don't think you need an offensive power. As for being the damsel in distress, well, I'm not sure how to fix that, considering that could all be because of mistakes or clumsiness, which you seem to have a lot of, but that's just a guess," I frowned at the clumsiness part, but other than that I was amazed. I felt myself blush and put my face into his chest. Derek had never said anything like that about me before, or about anyone for that matter. Everything he'd said about me was about something I'd done wrong, and even then it was confined to 3 sentences or less. I hugged him tighter.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome." we got up and I handed him his sweatshirt and pants. He slid them on, and we walked back up to the house. He hadn't let go of my hand since he had finished pulling on his sweatshirt again, but I didn't mind. It felt nice. We walked up the steps on to the porch, and I grasped the door handle and pulled. It didn't move. I tried again, harder. Still nothing. Derek laughed and pushed me aside, and yanked it. Not even an inch. Great, we were locked out. And since no on had bothered to give us a key (I didn't even know it locked on the outside!), we were stuck.

"Well this is just great," I said as Derek inspected the lock. Apparently he wasn't as learned in the skill of lock picking as Rae was, so we had no way of getting in. We even tried all of the other doors and windows. Nothing. I tried to climb the gutter to a second floor balcony, but even on Derek's shoulders I wasn't tall enough (or that good of a climber). Thinking of Rae and Liz made me miss them. I hadn't seen Liz since Buffalo, and Rae since I was with the Edison group. I hoped Rae was okay, and that Liz had been able to see her family, even if they couldn't see her. Then I tripped on a rock walking around to the front and Derek caught me again. Such is the life of a damsel. He put me back up on my feet while chuckling and we resumed our path to the porch. I put the blanket down on the steps and sat, and Derek sat down beside me.

"So what now?" He shrugged.

"We could sleep here, we could sleep in the woods where we were, we could sleep in that tool shed over there, we could scream until someone wakes up and lets us in, we could sit and talk until someone wakes up and lets us in, or we could go find a McDonald's and have a really early breakfast." I though for a minute.

"McDonald's," I said, and he nodded , because apparently he now kept money in one part of his clothing where ever he was, and had some in his sweatshirt. We found a piece of paper, a pencil, and one of those push nails you don't need a hammer for in the tool shed (apparently half was being used as an art studio. It was a big shed, so that would work)(convenient, isn't it?), and we made a note to Andrew and Simon and nailed it to one of the posts on the porch, in case anyone woke up to find our beds empty and came to look outside. We then made our way into the separate garage down near the end of the driveway. Derek picked a set of keys that led us to an ATV (he said he didn't have his license from being in the Lyle house, and refused to take a car, though it would have been less conspicuous) and we drove out of there with me hanging on to his waist for dear life. We sped past a bunch of houses and farms, so I gathered we must be somewhere in the rural parts of upstate NY. The McDonald's ended up not being that far away, it was in the town closest, and we parked the ATV in a car space and went in. It was still only like 5 in the morning, but thankfully the McDonald's was open 24/7, so it was just empty, not closed. I order a bacon, egg, and cheese on a Mcmuffin and paid extra for a chocolate shake, while Derek order a double quarter-pounder, two milkshakes (one strawberry, one vanilla), a large fry and a ten piece chicken nugget, all for breakfast!! Apparently Changing really wipes a person out. He picked a table and started shoveling, while I got us some napkins and little things of ketchup for his burger. Then I stole some of his fries when I thought he wasn't looking, but he grabbed them back before I could eat them and shoved them in his mouth. That started a food stealing war, which lead to a fry war, which ended when he stole the rest of my Mcmuffin and so I dumped his vanilla shake on his head, and he shook it off like a dog, splattering me while I doubled over laughing. Then the manager told us to clean it up, and we reluctantly cleaned up the battle field. He went into the bathroom to wash his hair, and I sat at the table looking out the window. It really was pretty in the rural areas of the world. The sun was starting to come up, and the sunrise looked really pretty.

"Hey, Chloe!" I heard a whiny voice from behind. I jumped and turned around. Sarah was standing there. Or, not really, because she was astral projecting. I looked at the clock and it said 8. wow, I didn't know food took that long. Everyone, especially Simon, must have been going crazy by now. She looked tired and annoyed.

"Chloe where are you? Everyone's worried sick and they made me get up and astral project to you! And I'm not the type to get up before 10, so you better have a good reason for you a Derek to not being here right now!"

"We're at a McDonald's. Derek had a Change last night, and I went out there with him, and then we got locked out, so we decided to go to McDonald's. Check the porch, there should be a note." She still looked annoyed.

"Whatever. Just get back here now, cause Andrew looks like he's going to explode and Simon's nearly peed himself. And don't ever do it again, because I hate mornings," and with that she disappeared. I relaxed again.

"Chloe,"

"Oh my god, Derek don't do that!" I had fallen off my chair.

"So you really did fall for me. Cute." I scowled.

"Very funny. We have to go, Andrew is wigging out and Simon will probably need medical attention if we don't get back."

"So I heard. Let's go," he pulled me off the floor and we walked back out to the ATV. I put my hands around his waist again, and hoped he wouldn't crash us into something. As we rode, I kinda got to thinking that maybe, just maybe, we had just had our first date. There hadn't been any kissing, but I did get to be alone with Derek when he wasn't too grouchy, and that's all I really wanted. I squeezed his waist tighter and close my eyes as the smell of him rolled back in the wind into my face. It was beautiful, just like him. Maybe it had been our first date. All I knew was, that I enjoyed it.

I hoped the ride would be long, so I would have some preparation for Andrew's yell fest when we got back.

No such luck.

That's it for this chapter!! hope you liked it!! I've made a list for exciting events that could possibly occur in the next few chapters, and if you guys want me to put it up for you to vote on the best possible idea, then I need at least 10 more reviews. It's a really good list. I tell you a couple:

#1) Chloe had a twin that died at birth, and she contacted it to find out that he or she is growing up in the spirit world and their spirit will stop aging when she dies. And then they later find out cool things about the connection between them and how Chloe has powers from it that no other necromancer has. And maybe even the power to bring he or she to life!!!

#2) Chloe's Dad finds Chloe and Derek while there not at the safe house, and Derek gets arrested!!! They go to court, and the Edison Group shows up!!!!!

If you want to find out the others, review!!!!!!