A/N: So here's the newest installment in the one-shots. I got the idea for this one while listening to "The Thong Song" by Sisquo and I couldn't resist writing it up as a little moment of silliness in a rough couple of weeks for our gang. Read and please review!!!

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Disclaimer: I own the ideas in my head…that's about it. Kelley Armstrong still owns the rights to Darkest Powers and she hasn't called to offer them to me as a graduation gift yet. :(

Even though they had protested, Tori had stuck the guys with laundry duty.

"Do you really want her doing it?" she had asked, pointing at me.

"What?" I'd asked petulantly. "I can do laundry."

After three pairs of eyes had rolled at me, I dropped the basket on the floor.

"Fine, have fun."

Simon hefted the basket with an apologetic grin and headed for the bathroom.

"Uh, Simon, aren't the machines in the basement?" I asked, ready to re-claim some dignity.

He and Derek exchanged an amused look. "They're in the first floor bathroom, Chloe."

"Oh." Whatever was left of my dignity ran away screaming. "Can we fold our own stuff at least?" Because I really wanted them folding my underwear for me…

"Don't worry, I won't get your shirts wrinkled," Simon teased as he headed for the bathroom.

"I-" Tori elbowed me, shaking her head. "Uh, ok."

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"Aaaaaaaaah!" I heard the howl over the music from my iPod. After pulling out an earbud and listening to make sure we weren't under attack, I rolled off the couch in the fancy living room to check out the source of the noise.

Tori was doubled over with laughter in the doorway of the family room. I nudged her out of the way and stuck my head in. At least three loads of laundry were being folded and sorted on the huge couch, except for three or four brightly colored thongs in the middle of the floor.

Derek was studiously folding t-shirts at one end of the couch and Simon at the other. They both looked up when I came in.

"You missed some stuff," I said innocently, scooping up the offending undergarments and tossing them to a still-snickering Tori. "What's the matter, the underwear attack you?"

Simon blushed.

"Uh..."

Derek wouldn't look up, his mouth firmly set. I arched a brow. Tori managed to get herself under control until she looked at the flimsy underwear again. The sounds she made as she struggled to keep from laughing broke through Derek's control and he started to chuckle, finally looking up.

"I threw them at him," he admitted, his eyes bright with laughter. If Simon blushed any darker he'd turn purple.

He muttered a quick, "Shut up," to Derek and put his full attention into matching socks.

Tori waved the underwear at him. "Just scream like a girl again when you find the bras that go with them," she managed to say. Simon growled, grabbed a pair of boxers and threw them at her head.

A hundred takes couldn't have gotten it better. Tori's eyes widened as the boxers flew towards her. They hit her full in the face, and the thongs flew everywhere as she clawed frantically at the offending material. With a screech and a few other words that I had never though to put together before, she flung them off and launched herself over the couch.

"Not funny!" she yelled, tackling Simon. "Those had better have been clean!"

Derek let Simon fight his own battle. He calmly folded a pair of jeans and laid them on a pile then met my eye and grinned. I leaned against the doorjamb, amused by the skirmish. Tori had gotten Simon onto his stomach and twisted his arms behind his back.

"Say uncle," she demanded. He swore and squirmed, but to no avail. Apparently Tori's a lot stronger than she looks. She tickled him and he swore louder. "Say uncle."

"You…suck…" he answered breathlessly, gasping with laughter as she tickled him again. He tried to get her off of him, but to no avail. Finally he collapsed face-first on the carpet.

"Give up?" she asked in a tone that I would have called cheerful, if I hadn't been referring to Tori.

"Bi-Ow!" he yelped when she pinched him.

"Don't be rude."

"Yeah, Simon. Don't be rude." Derek scooped up all the folded clothes on one section of the couch and stepped over Simon and Tori to hand them over to me. Tori pointed at his ankle and made a yanking motion with her fist before I could warn him.

When Derek fell, he instinctively grabbed at something to break his fall. It was just my luck that I was the nearest thing to grab. I half landed on Derek, clothes fluttering down like falling leaves as we sprawled on the floor.

Simon grunted as Derek's foot prodded his neck. "Ow."

Andrew showed up in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in the clean laundry that literally covered the room and the pile of arms and legs that we made in the middle of it.

I don't know who started to laugh, but I know that it was a long time before anyone could stop long enough to explain. After waiting in vain for an answer, Andrew just shook his head and headed back to his office.

"What's with the kids today?" I heard him mutter.

It took a while, but eventually we got the laundry folded and sorted, the thongs safely hidden in a sweater on Tori's pile. Simon shook his head ruefully as he carried his clothes up the stairs. "Forget I offered. Next time you guys fold your own laundry."