A/N: I'd just like to say yet another HUGE thank you to the people who've taken the time to review, especially JamieKayHuntt, smilin'intherain, not-so-innocent011, and moon-called-princess. I'm doing these shout-outs because I know how much I like being acknowledged for having taken the time to make an author happy. Reviews make my day just that much better. You guys rock!
Also, to my cousin, who's on here as Briee (check out her stuff, she's got some awesome Twilight and James and Lily fics in particular!) another thank you (I owe you a few glasses of nice wine) for encouraging me to stop being such a pansy and post some of my stuff. Cousins for life!! :D
I'd also just like to say a quick Thanks to anyone who's dropped by to check out my stories; seeing that I've gotten 157 people to read something I've written is a huge rush, even if you didn't review, so I have no idea whether you likey or not, but I'm hoping you did!
And just so there's no confusion, because I'm sensing there might be some from a couple of comments I've gotten, all the one-shots that I'll be posting and have posted (unless otherwise specified) will be in Chloe's POV, and are not at all related to each other. These are just little random scenes that I pictured in my head (usually during a boring lecture) and scribbled down. They don't really lead anywhere and can be short, like this one, but there was something about each of them that tickled my fancy and interested me. If I ever post a one-shot that's related to any of the others, I'll put the same title, but with "Part 2" or something to show it's related.
This particular one-shot was just something that I pictured while observing a similar "discussion" with my friend and her brother and I thought of Tori and Derek right away. I really like Tori's character and I think that she and Derek have some amazing potential to piss each other off, which is why I wrote this. I'm playing with the idea of making a few related stories like this, with the theme being an ongoing battle of wills between two of the most stubborn people ever. Any ideas for future stories along those lines? Message me, I'm very interested!
Disclaimer: Don't own Darkest Powers, but since possession is nine-tenths of the law, I guess I own Derek now, seeing as how he's in the basement…don't tell Kelley.
Tori banged on Derek's door again, this time accompanying the hard sounds with a few curses. I paused on my way down the stairs, wondering if he would toss her over the balcony, like he had threatened the last time she woke him up.
"What." Not a question. The door had barely opened before Derek snapped at her, his eyes narrowed against the light.
"Dinner's ready." She glared, her hands perching on her hips.
"I told Simon I wasn't eating. Go away." He matched her glare for glare. This would be funny if I wasn't actually starting to worry about the railing not too far behind her…
She tilted her head defiantly. "No."
"Oh, so sorry. Let me rephrase. Leave me the fuck alone." He loomed over her, and let's be honest, no one does looming quite as well as Derek.
Tori jabbed a finger into his chest, toe to toe with him now as she gave him the look of death. "I didn't come all the way up here for nothing. You drag your sorry wolfie ass down into that dining room or so help me God-"
He smirked, taking a threatening step forward which forced her back towards the railing, and I turned and started jogging back up the stairs to save them from each other.
"Or what? You'll hex me?" He waved his hand in a shoo-ing motion. "Run along, crazy lady. I don't want dinner." As sparks flickered at her fingertips it occurred to me that she posed an equal danger to him as he did to her. I sprinted up the last few stairs.
"Tori!" I exclaimed with false joy, grabbing her arm and towing her down the stairs before she could work up a good spell. "I'm so glad I found you, I had a really important question to ask you about-"
"This isn't over, wolfie," she yelled back at the closing door, but she let me pull her away, muttering fiercely to herself. I just prayed it was her usual name-calling and not a spell as I marched her down the last few steps.
I thought I heard a low laugh following us down the stairs, but I might have been wrong.