1Hey guys! I know that I promised a lemon for this chapter but some one pointed out that they thought it was a little too soon and I kinda agree with them. Sorry. But I also think that I rushed the mate thing too so instead of going back and changing it I'm going to have Dereks' inner voice deny it but the wolf except it. But there will be major fluff in this chapter! Chlerek forever!

Oh and I made some changes in the Derek's POV. Derek's inner voice is still the same, but instead of the wolf being underlined, it's gonna be bold faced.

Disclamer; If I owned Darkest Powers would I be writing this disclaimer? Nope so there's your answer. I don't own it, Kelley does!

CPOV

Dad came home about an hour ago and ordered something from this fancy restaurant. Normally they don't deliver, but naturally they made an exception because Dad was willing to pay so much. Annette took the rest of the week off when she came home because her sister is getting married, so that left Dad in charge of dinner. He ordered extra food for Derek seeing how he was probably starving after all he's been through. I will never forget his reaction to Derek.

"Chloe! Simon! I'm back. I'm ordering take out from Swanns, what would you like?" Dad called.

"Okay,"I asked, "you guys ready to see how he reacts to our new house guest?"

I got an enthusiastic nod and thumbs up from Simon, while Derek just grunted, seeming un easy. I wonder what was bothering him? He must be nervous. Poor thing.

"Simon, why don't you go ask Dad about his trip? We'll be there in a minute. I wanna talk to Derek for a sec."

Derek tensed at the mention of his name. Simon gave me a curious look, but reluctantly did as I said. I turned to Derek who still hadn't relaxed. "Are you okay? You seem nervous?" He looked as if he was mentally debating on what he should say, and what he should leave out. I gave him a look that said, you-better-tell-or-I-swear-you'll-never-hear-the-end-of-it. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hand through his hair.

"Chloe, what if-"

"He doesn't let you stay here? Don't worry, he will. When I asked him for a big brother after my mom died he went to an adoption center and got Simon. Do you really think that if I ask for another house mate he'll say no? It's not like he can't afford it, we're freakin' loaded. Besides, who could say no to me when I put my upset two year old face on?" To prove my point, I showed him my point. I widened my baby blue eyes and stuck out my bottom lip just a little, because if I stuck it out too much the face would just look stupid. Granted I'm a fifteen year old girl trying to look a two year old but still. I cocked my head slightly to the left like a confused puppy to add to the adorableness.

Derek let out a low laugh and his lips turned up in a small, amused smile. I smiled back.

"See, nothing to worry about. Now come on. It's now or never right?" before he could protest I grabbed his hand and led him into the living room where Dad and Simon were talking about the trip.

"Hi Daddy," I said voice that of perfect innocense.

At that he looked up. And when he saw how big Derek looked next to me- which let's be honest, is pretty fuckin' huge!- his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and he nearly dropped his blackberry. God, I thought, is he reallythat intimidating? Guess so.

"Oh." he said in astonishment. "This is your um... friend?" I nodded as if I were five year kid who was just asked if they wanted to get ice cream. I could see Simon stifling a laugh. I almost stuck my tongue out at him but Dad spoke before I got the chance.

"Oh,"he repeated. "Well it's nice to meet you son. What's your name?"

I looked back at Derek encouragingly. He was back at me, eyes saying can-you-do-it-for-me? But I wasn't having any of that. If he was going to be here he had to learn how to talk to my Dad without me speaking for him. His shoulders slumped slightly when I didn't speak. I motioned for him to say something. Resignedly, he turned towards my father.

"My name is Derek, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you," Derek said timidly. Aww, he's scared! How cute! Wait. Did I just say that Derek was cute? Yep! You sure did! Hesitantly, my Dad got up and shook Derek's hand. He looked down at his cast and looked back at me, then to Derek again. "What happened to your arm?"

Oh yeah! Damn it, I keep forgetting to ask him about that.

"I fell out of a tree and broke it."

"What were you doing up in a tree?"

"Oh, you know teenage boys," I chimed in. "Always doing stupid stunts."

"I see."

"Daddy," I said, dragging him out of some thinking state. "Can Derek stay here for a while? His moms in the hospital and his Dad isn't in the picture. He has nobody to take care of him." I put on my upset two year old face, swinging from side to side slightly to add to the little kid facade. He glanced nervously from me to Derek.

"I don't know Chloe..." Simon and Derek stiffened and I took a step towards my Dad.

"Please Daddy. Please, please, please, please, please, please!"

"Well..." one more glance between me and Derek, "Alright."

I squealed in excitement. "Yay! Thank you Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I jumped up and gave him a huge hug which he awkwardly returned.

And now here we were, sitting at the dinner table, eating what we got from Swanns, in an awkward silence. Dad wouldn't stop glancing nervously between me and Derek. I mean sure, we're both teenagers, he's a boy, I'm a girl, I can see his concern. But it's not like Simon's never had friends sleep over before, and his friends openly flirt with me in front of Dad broke the silence.

"Kids," he said seriously. Uh-oh. He has his I-have-to-go-away-on-business-again-and-I-don't-want-you-to-be-upset-voice on. "I got called to go on another trip to Germany for work again. I'm leaving tomorrow."My face dropped and I put down my fork.

"Y-your leaving again? B-but you j-just g-g-got b-back.," I said, voice cracking a bit. Derek shot me worried look that I ignored.

He looked at me apologetically. "I know, but they need me to sort something out. I'm sorry but I have to go." Of course he did. Because work always came before me and Simon, I thoughtbitterly. Dad picked up his plate, and set it down in the sink. He gave me and Simon each a kiss on the cheek and a curt nod to Derek, then he went to bed. Hot tears pricked my eyes. I blinked them back. I looked down at my plate and pushed around my pasta some more. I'd barely eaten any of it, but I wasn't hungry anymore. I excused myself, not even bothering to put away my plate.

I made my way to my room, tears silently running down my cheeks. I whipped them away. I couldn't cry, not yet. I'd save my tears for 2:00am, when I'd sneak into my Secrets Room. By then everybody would be asleep and nobody would hear.I could never risk doing it during the day, so my alarm clock was always set to go off at 1:45am so I could do what I felt needed to be done. I got on my pajamas, crawled into my queen sized bed, and fell asleep, waiting for my alarm to wake me up so I could deal with all this.

DPOV

Their Dad said I was aloud to stay and a wave of happiness went through me. I seriously thought that once he saw me he would say no, but Chloe put on her upset two year old face and got exactly what she wanted. He may not be there for them much, but I can tell that he loves them, or at least Chloe.

Now we were eating dinner from some fancy place that have never herd of butI really can't complain. Everything's pretty awkward because nobody's talking and I can't help but keep my head down in fear of saying something that would get me kicked out. Thankfully, her keeper finally broke the silence (no wait, he's her Dad. Not keeper, Dad.)

"Kids, I got called to go on another trip to Germany for work again. I'm leaving tomorrow."

At that I looked up. Chloe's face visibly fell and she set her fork back down on her plate of barely eaten spaghetti.

"Y-your leaving again?" she asked sadly. I could see in her blue eyes that she didn't want to be upset that her father was leaving so soon, but she still was. "B-but you j-just g-g-got b-back." I shot her a worried glance which I knew she saw, but ignored. I hated to see her sad.

Of course you hate to see her sad, she's your mate!

No, she isn't. You can't be sure until I fully Change. So as of now, no she is not my mate. Stupid wolf.

But you have Changed, once.

No I half changed, completely different.

Her father looked at her apologetically. "I know, but they need me to sort something out. I'm sorry but I have to go." With that he cleaned up his plate, said good night to everyone, and left. He looked back at Chloe again, who seemed to be on the bridge of tears. She mumbled something about being tired and retreated to her room, not even bothering toclean up her plate.

I wonder what's wrong? She seems sad.

We need to fix that.

For once, I completely agree. But not now.

Simon and I finished our dinner in silence, just like before. You'd think that after eleven years of not seeing each other we'd have a lot to talk about, but we didn't. After we cleaned up the table and went to go get ready for bed it was almost 10:00.

Wow, I thought, these people eat late.

I was tempted to go and check on Chloe, but decided against it. She would tell what was wrong when she was ready. If ever.

CPOV [2:35am]

I quietly closed the door and made my way over to the only spot where I can truly deal with my feelings.I hope Derek isn't a light sleeper, or I could be in big trouble. Dad and Simon both snored and slept like the dead-no pun intended- so they never heard the alarm clock go off. But I didn't know about Derek, I had completely forgotten to take him into account. I decided to test it.

I stood outside of his door and scuffed my feet, then pressed my ear against the door to hear for movement. Damn it! He doesn't snore, so unless he actually gets out of bed, I'll never be able to tell if he's awake. I cleared my throat and coughed. Nothing. I opened my door and rushed back to his, pressing my ear against his door again. Still nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief and-finally- went into my sacred haven.

I opened the draw and took out the hair clip and lighter. I was in more of a purging mood, but I had nothing in my stomach to get rid of, so I settled for this. I made my way into the giant private bathroom that this place has. I sat on the edge of the bathtub that was nearly big enough to fit four people. The bathroom was bigger than most average people's bedrooms, and it's only one of the quest rooms. I thanked God every day that the bathroom wasn't white, or else the blood stains would show. Of course I always whipped it up and used cleaner when I accidentally got any on the floor, but if it were white, I'd never be able to get it fully out.

I sparked up the lighter and held it carefully underneath the hair clip, just letting it touch the singed metal. I made a mental note to buy a new hair clip later, this one was starting to melt after so many uses. I counted to seven the put out the lighter. I had a whole system for this particular coping method. I shucked off my purple t-shirt and threw it on the floor. I couldn't just role up the sleeve, the marks would be to low on my arm. Somebody might see them.

I looked at my upper right arm and saw that the burns I had done about five days ago were practically non-existent. A couple weeks back I noticed that I if I ever wore a short sleeve shirt, you could easily see my marks, and I couldn't wear long sleeved shirts all summer, it's too hot. So I went online and got this really good cut and burn healer. Last time the bottle was almost out so I couldn't use the proper amount. If I had the burns would have been gone three days ago. I loved the feeling I got when I cut or burned myself, but I hated the way it scared my skin. This stuff worked so well at making it look as if the damage had never been done that I wondered if they made it for famous people who had problems with this kind of stuff but still needed perfect skin.

I lowered the clip onto my arm and gasped in pain, but didn't ease the pressure. Burning myself helped get my anger out. It had started about two years ago. After finally realizing that I couldn't bring my mother back by crying, and that I couldn't replace her with Simon-even though I loved him like he was my real brother- I decided that I could get out my anger instead of bottle it up. I wasn't angry at my mother for dying, I was angry with my father for detaching himself from me after the accident. I can't really remember exactly what she looked like, I've only really seen her in pictures. I have very few memories. I pressed the clip in harder and squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my jaw tight to keep from crying out in pain. It hurt so bad, but felt so good.

I dropped the clip and cradled my arm. I accidentally let out a small whimper. Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt better about my Dad leaving again, but it still hurt me that he would come back then leave the next day. I glanced at the fancy Romen numeral clock we had. 2:54. What time did Dad say his flight was again?

I was trying to remember to see if I had enough time for another burn when the bathroom door slammed open. Derek stood there in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that he had borrowed from my Dad. I he looked at me, eyes filled with worry and... some other emotion that I couldn't place. He looked me over-I probably had the deer-in-head-lights look on- and his eyes widened. His cheeks flushed a light pink-ish color and he couldn't meet my eyes. Perplexed, I looked down to be reminded that I didn't have a shirt on. Though I- thankfully- had on a bra. Which wouldn't be so bad, if the bra wasn't so small.

He saw the lighter on the floor, then looked at my arm and gasped, rushing over to me.

"Chloe, what the hell did you do to yourself." he asked, voice that of barely controlled rage. Yet some how he still managed to seem worried and angry at the same time. But I didn't answer his question. After he realized that I wasn't going to answer, he pushed forward and asked again, firmer this time so he was practically growling.

"Chloe. What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do?"

So that's it. Yay, another cliffy1 don't you just love those things? ;D. HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM doarfthXx! Love you, please Review.