Hey guys! I know that its super late, or really really early depending on how you look at it, but I thought that since I have been on the computer basically aaaalllllll day catching up on homework and getting ready for my history presentation that I have to present on Monday second period at school, I would take a bit of time and try to update on as many stories as I can before I decide to pass out. So, this is the first time I have re-wrote in another characters point of view for a long time, so be gental with me when and if you comment please. Give me all the feedback you can muster, but please be nice? I'll give you all a Derek hug if you're nice ;)

This one was requested by Imaginativemeagan

Chapter 30 of The Reckoning, Derek's PoV

I could hear Chloe faintly as she spoke with Andrew about his computer, then again while her and Tori conversed about something they had found on the damned thing, but I wasn't really paying attention to that, I was more concentrated on the books that were at my disposal right now, and the shortening amount of time that I had them for. I wanted to leave so bad, I had a horrible feeling about staying here, the wolf inside telling me to run with my group and never look back, but we had to be smart about this, because if we weren't, we'd just get caught again and thrown back into those damn cells and be prodded. Well, all of the others would be thrown back in there. I would have an even better treat waiting for me. A bullet to the brain. Even though I have thought of all the different ways to end my life and how many times I have thought about all the reasons why I deserved to die, I couldn't muster the same feelings now. It may have been that I had people to protect now, or that the thought of leaving Chloe brought the wolf and myself to near tears from the pain that it caused, but I just couldn't think of leaving our group of raytaged of misfits.

Now, when I heard the door open behind me, I was skimming through a book that I think I had already read when I was younger, looking out the window infront of me moreso than the pages themselves.

"Found you," Chloe says softly, a small sigh attached to the end of the words.

I turn around slowly, a small smile on my lips that I can't help but have there. She is too cute right now, her cheeks a soft pink, her breathing slightly heavy from running around I would presume from her 'Found you'. Why was she looking for me though?

"I-Is Simon around?" Ah, that's what she wanted. Guess they were once again on speaking terms. Good for them, even if they don't amount to anything more than friends, they both deserved at least that much.

I turn back around, and look at the shelf I had taken the book from, the last one that I have to look though, I think ."He's upstairs. He's really pissed about Andrew so that's probably the safest place for him until we're ready to go, or he'll say something we don't want said. You need him?"

"Actually, m-maybe I should show you first."

I look over my shoulder at her, my lips turning downwards into a small frown. She guesses she should show me first? She didn't have the thought of it before hand? No, she probably had had it, was just thinking that Simon would want to know whatever information she had too.

"We found something."

"Oh," I nod, putting the book down softly, my brain switching off of my previous thoughts of Simon and Chloe, then follows her out to wherever Tori is placed infront of the laptop in the house.

As we walk in, Tori swivels around in her spinny chair to greet us. "There are more. He sent one every couple of weeks. The last one was only a few days ago."

"Good. Would you mind keeping an eye on Andrew?" Chloe asks Tori quietly. The short haired girl nods once before taking off out of the room.

I walk toward the seat infront of the computer that Tori had left open until Chloe grabs my sleeve softly. "Wait." It looked like she wanted to say something, something important, but she couldn't get it out. She shakes her head slightly, looking away, "Nevemind."

I slowly read over the words, appearing to be emails sent between Andrew and my dad, a collection of them from over the past few months it seems. When I was done, I don't think I moved my eyes from the screen. Actually, I don't think I even breathed for a few moments. After a few minutes, I pull the laptop closer to myself on the desk and read it again, more carefully, to try and pick out any inconstancies within either of their messages. I decided that I found enough information through these, pushing back form the table and exhales rather loudly.

"He's alive. Your dad's alive." Chloe sounded happy for me, and for Simon I guess, since Kit really is his biological father. Me, I'm just happy he's safe..ish.

I look up at her from the chair, and before I know what's going on, even with my reflexes, she has her small arms wrapped around my neck in a hug. I'm stunned, but I close my eyes softly and enjoy the feeling of her arms around me, but all too soon she pulls away, her face beginning to turn a soft pink.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm just- I'm happy for you." God, she is just too cute with her rosy cheeks.

"I know," I say as I reach out, slowly pulling her towards me, my hand wrapped up in the hem of her shirt as we look at each other. I finally can see all the pixels that seem to make up her beautiful ocean blue eyes. I thought I heard a beating, but I was to focused on memorizing her face even better to really pay attenetion to it.

"There's more," she says softly. "More emails, Tori said." Right, she did say that.

I nod softly, turning back around to the computer, leaving enough room for her to join me to look at them. She stays to the side of the chair, most likely not wanting to get in the way of the screen, inching her way closer slowly to get a closer look. I pull her infront of me, so I know that she can see it properly, but she stumbles slightly, landing in my lap. The heat that must be her face is present even from behind her. When she tries the get up, I pull her back down so that she is on my knee, my one arm around her waist to hold her there tentatively. If she was to say that this wasn't okay, then I would have moved my arm in a millisecond. But she didn't say or do anything, but I could feel her pulse where my arm touched her through her shirt. Her heart was pounding, just as mine was.

The way that she had been looking at me earlier when she found me in the library, I thought it had looked something like how she looked at Simon with at the beginning, but dismissed it quickly, not really letting it take any realative thought pattern, but now, like this, I think I may have been right. Our heart pounded as one, my cheeks a very soft red tinted color. My boy brain was surprisingly behaving for once, but I shouldn't count him out to early I guess.

But, back to what we were supposed to be doing, I read the emails that I had previously read over again.

Its Kit. Got myself in some trouble. Do you know where the boys are?

Andrew had answered.

No, I don't. What kind of trouble? How can I help?

Dads reply was longer than the previous ones.

Nasts caught up with me. Saw an article on D. Tracked me down before I could run. Went with them to distract them from the boys. Kept me a few months until I finally gave them what they wanted. The boys are long gone. Thought EG, but no sign at the lab. Maybe Nasts? Child services? No idea. I need help, buddy. Anything you can do. Please.

He had signed a phone number with this one, saying that the email address and the phone number were both temporary, but that he would be in touch again in a few weeks.

Chloe flipped to the next page as I continues to read over her shoulder. More of the same kept coming up- dad begging for any news that Andrew had on Simon and myself, Andrew saying that he was searching for the pair of us, but that his Edison Group contacts said that we weren't in there.

The last one that was received was three days ago from dad, the day that Andrew had told us he was taken and held by the Edison Group. That meant that he had gotten this one after he knew where the two of us were. "There's one more on the list. It must be a reply." I couldn't wait to read this one, see if her really was a friend or foe.

Still nothing. I might have a lead, though. A guy who works for the Cortezes says there's a rumor they're holding a couple of teenage boys. I'll call you as soon as I have more.

"Cortezes?" Chloe asks softly.

"I Cabal, like the Nasts. Corporations run by sorcerers. Rich and powerful. More Mafia than Wall Street, though."

"So Andrew was lying." Not a question, a statement.

"Not just lying. Trying to send Dad ona wild-goose chase when he knew exactly where we were." He was gonna die.

"This changes things."

I nod slightly, plotting internally how I would kill the bastard.

"We need to get out of here." She couldn't have been more right.

I nod slightly again, but I still didn't move. I was still plotting Andrews slow, painful torturous death in my head.

I only half noticed as Chloe bent towards the desk, wrote something down and passed it to me. I took a second for me to even notice it to take it from her.

"You okay?" She asks me.

"Yeah, just… Andrew. Getting rid of me, I could see. But keeping Dad away… Dad trusted him"

"And now we can't, which sucks, but the main thing is that your dad's alive." She smiles softly, not even realizing it, causing me to slowly smile back at her, quickly gaining speed into a blazing grin that hurt my cheeks as I thought of dad being alive, of him meeting Chloe, of Chloe. She threw her arms around my neck again. She started to pull away, again, but I grab her elbows and pull them back around me before putting my arms around her, hugging her properly for the first time.

Then I hear footsteps, causing me to jump up, the chair swiveling quickly enough to make Chleo nearly fall face first out of it, which I felt badly for. Chloe quickly climbs off my lap, and before I can pull her back, Simons in the doorway, breathing heavily from running down the stairs to the far side of the house.

"Tori said that you wanted to see me? Something about Dad."

Chloe moved, allowing me to show Simon the emails that were passed between our father and the man that was in the house with us right now. I noticed when Chloe stepped out, probably to watch for Andrew, but most likely leaving us alone to vent over Andrew and his assholyness.

I walk to the door and call her name softly, motioning for her to come back intoth eroom, Simon now at the computer, control panel open.

"There's no internet connection, if that's what you're looking for. No phone either." Chloe says to us carefully.

"Andrew has a cell," Simon tells her, smiling slightly.

"Too risky. There has to be a pay phone at the service station. We'll call on our way out, set up a place to meet him."

Simons eyes light up light up like a kid who just opened up the present he had been wanting for Christmas. They soon clouded over with anger and betrayal over Andrew.

"So we're going now, right?" Chloe asks.

"Yeah," I say. "We're going."

Ahhhhhh! That felt so awesome! Well, apart from my back now being stiff from being hunched over the key board for a consecutive 4 hours now. Damn you homework! Anyways, as usual, please let me know how I did and if you liked it. Oh, and I can't exactually find my list of requests, so if you could please request some more? Thank you!

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