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Me: Chloe?

Chloe: Yes?

Me: Do you know where Derek is?

Chloe: Um, no. Last time I saw him he was shouting, "HELP! HELP! GET ME AWAY! TAKE HER AWAY!"

Me:...I wonder why...

Chloe: (Arches eyebrow) Yeah...

Derek's POV:

I can't believe that just happened.

I cannot believe that just happened!

Andrew hit Chloe with a spell and I wasn't even fast enough to stop him.

I'm a failure as a werewolf.

A complete joke.

Chloe could have died.

She could have died.

Right now she's in her bed, barely breathing, arms and stomach burned. We couldn't see her stomach now, obviously, because she was wearing my black t-shirt. Nothing else. Just my t-shirt and underwear. Though my t-shirt is like a mini dress for her. Andrew is tied up outside, behind some trees and bushes, where no one can see him.

"Chloe?" I whispered, barely able to get her name out.

She slowly opened her eyes, and when her pained eyes met mine, guilt immediately washed through me.

"I'm so sorry," I croak.

"For what?" she asks.

"For being the worst boyfriend ever?"

She shook her head, and I know she was trying to cover it up to keep from making me feel bad, but, when she did, I saw her wince slightly at the pain.

"You didn't-you aren't-the worst b-boyfriend ever," she looked at me. "Y-you're the b-best."

I shook my head. "No I'm not. I let Andrew hurt you. I'm a horrible werewolf, and a horrible boyfriend. I mean, I'm so stupid. I can't even believe I-"

"Derek," she squeaked. "You're p-perfect."

"No. I'm not."

She tried to move her arms to grab mine, but the pain held her down. She stiffened and shifted. She grimaced.

Oh God.

"I can't believe I did this to you," I whisper, gaze fixed on her bright red arms.

"Y-you didn't. I-" she stopped, and when I glanced at her, I saw that she fell asleep again.

I sighed.

I leaned down to kiss her forehead, and as I did, my hand slightly brushed her arm, and when I looked down at it, it was healed.

Completely healed.

Meaning it was back to being smooth and creamy.

I gaped and touched the other arm. That one healed too, a soft white light shining from it before being completely washed of any pain whatsoever.

I stared.

Not that I wasn't happy or anything, but-

WHAT THE HELL?

I'm a werewolf, not a damn shaman.

I slid my arm under her-excuse me, my-shirt, and placed my hand on her stomach. I was pretty sure that healed too. I stumbled back a bit. What's going on? I looked around frantically, as if searching a room could help me figure out what was going on.

I saw a faint figure, so soft and dusty, I could barely see it. But I saw enough to confirm what I expected:

It's Chloe's mom.

She's here to help.

"I've...transferred...some...powers...you...heal...Chloe...she...die...if...not...keep...her...safe..." she whispered.

I knew she was telling me the obvious: she's transferred some of her powers to me so I can help heal Chloe because if I didn't she was going to die and that I should keep her safe.

I took a deep breath.

Even thinking that sentence was too much.

"Thank you," I whisper to her, even though she's faded.

"You're always welcome," she whispered in my ear, warm breath tickling my skin. I turn around to see no one. She's gone. I glance at Chloe as she opens her eyes.

I open my mouth to tell her how sorry I am, but I hear a bang coming from outside.

I run to the window and see Simon and Andrew fighting.

Crap!

I bolt out the door and downstairs, sprinting toward Andrew, tackling him with everything in me.

Chloe's POV:

I woke up, feeling slightly odd and a bit energetic. Something didn't feel right. I couldn't really remember what happened. All I remember was Derek and Simon fighting Andrew, and now he's tied up. I blink and rub my eyes. Stretching, I climb out of bed and yawn. I hear a few bangs from outside. I lazily walk over to my window and look outside.

I gasp when I see Derek yelling at Simon to go inside, Simon walking inside, slumping in defeat, and than-

Than Andrew picks up a brick and slams it in Derek's face.

I run downstairs and outside, where rain was pouring heavily. I didn't even care that I was just in Derek's t-shirt and nothing else. Not even socks. I had to help him!

The muscles in my body filled with pain disagreed, but I didn't care. I just needed to get to Derek.

"DEREK!" I scream, and Andrew glances at me in surprise, probably didn't hear me when I ran out. I grabbed the brick Andrew hit Derek with, and threw it at him with as much force as my body allowed, and, luckily, it hit Andrew's face. He fell back, crying out in pain and than falling into unconsciousness.

I ran over and knelt beside Derek. His face was darkened, wet and bloody. He was lying on his side, his body slumping in pain. Tears sprang to my eyes. I've never seen him like this.

"Derek," I whisper, touching his cheek.

His lips moved, but no words came out.

"Derek, please," I beg. "Please don't go! Please don't leave me!"

My world shattered beneath me when I see a bright yellow light, meaning his spirit is about to come out. I gape and shake him.

"NO!" I cry. "PLEASE! DON'T! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!"

When his spirit continues to come out, I break into violent sobs.

I couldn't let him die like this. I couldn't let him go.

He was mine.

All mine.

He was the only boy I could ever want, and here I was, watching his death.

His spirit isn't free yet. Do something!

I agreed with my inner voice, trying to calm down, rain damping my hair.

I couldn't do anything.

At all.

So I did the one thing I could think of.

I leaned down to his ear. "Don't go, Derek," I whisper.

Than I kiss his lips, as passionately and as lovingly as ever, pouring some breath into it, and pulling away. Than I whisper to him, "Because I love you. You're my Romeo. Everything in a guy I could ever want. Please don't leave me."

Sure it won't work, and stupid thinking that it might, I stand up, shaky, sobs coming back. I start to walk to Andrew, to check if he's conscious, when I hear a familiar voice croak, "Chloe? Who said you could leave?"

I turn around, my whole body filling with happiness and relief when I see Derek gazing at me, loving eyes meeting mine. He was so strong, so hot, so bronzed and beautiful...and I was so tiny, pale and weak.

And yet, we were the perfect match.

I ran to him, tears sliding down my cheeks. I jumped right on him, crushing my lips against his eagerly. I kissed him hard, and it seemed more desperate than passionate, but still tinged with lots of love.

I pull away and look at his beautiful face.

"How did you come back to-?"

"Your mom. Again. For the third time."

"The third time? When did she-?"

"Later," he says, pressing his lips against mine, softly, briefly, before pulling away.

"I heard what you said, by the way," he tells me.

I blushed. "How much of it?"

"Everything."

He grinned.

I kissed the corner of his mouth, and tried to pull away, but he pulled me to him, my head buried in his neck. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, until-

"Oh my Gosh! Wolf-boy! Chloe! What happened?" Tori shrieks.

We both pull away and look up.

"Stupid Andrew. Never learns his lesson," Tori rolls her eyes. "What happened to your face?" She peers at Derek's bloody face.

He touches it, and looks at his fingers. Blood.

He swore and pushed himself up.

I point at the brick.

"Andrew hit you in the face with a brick?" Tori cries, gaping.

Derek nods.

"Andrew hit who in the face with a brick-?" Simon runs out. He looks at Derek and gasps. "Oh, man. Derek! You should have let me stayed. Like, see, I was going to, but the guy insisted I go in and don't come out. Seriously. Who does that? I was going to-"

"Simon." Derek meets his gaze. A look passes between them, but it's gone so quickly I didn't see what it was.

"Come on, Wolf-boy," Tori shakes her head. We all help him stand up.

"So when do we leave?" I ask.

"When Derek heals," Simon replies.

"No." Derek scratches the back of his neck. "Now."

"Now? Are you crazy? You're hurt! You almost died! I saw your spirit-I-I saw your-" I stopped when I realized that if I said one more word I'd burst into tears. Just the thought of him almost dying made me want to cry.

"I'm fine." Derek's voice was cracking, and I knew he was lying.

"Liar! Help me get him up to bed, Simon and Tori. It's about time someone took care of him." I shook my head and motioned for them to follow me upstairs. They grab his arms and do as they're told.

Derek sighs. "You're making a big deal out of nothing." His gaze meets mine.

"Too bad."

He rolls his eyes, but he smiles a bit. Than he grunts in pain and his face fell.

When we make it to his bedroom, we half-drag Derek to his bed.

"I don't want to rest," he complains. I giggle. He sounded like a child.

"Just get in, wolfie. Do it for your girlfriend." Tori pulls him harder.

Derek just sighs again.

Finally, after telling him about five times he has to rest, he lay down on his bed.

"I'm not falling asleep," he tells me.

"We'll see," I reply, absolutely sure he will. "Night, Derek," I whisper, pretending to walk out with Simon and Tori. When they leave, I stay in the room, closing the door as if I'd left. I had to make sure he'd sleep. When he started to snore, I smiled to myself and walked out, closing the door silently behind me.

Derek's POV:

As soon as Chloe left, I opened my eyes. I wanted to reassure her I was asleep so she wouldn't worry about me. I don't want her to worry about me. I don't want anyone to worry about me. I'm fine. I can take care of myself and I don't need anyone to-

"He's probably pretending. Do you hear any snores now, Mrs. Souza? I didn't think so," Tori says from outside my door. She was trying to whisper, thinking I was asleep.

"Mrs. Souza?" Chloe asks. I could imagine her rolling her eyes. Obviously. Who would ever want to marry me? I mean, I know we talked about it before, but I'm pretty sure she was just trying to be nice. It's not like she'd reject me in person like that, since it's so far fetched.

"Well, duh. Aren't you guys like mates or something? Don't you want to get married?"

"Um, I-I g-guess. B-but I don't t-think that Derek would...I-I mean we d-did talk about it b-but he was h-hyper a bit, s-so he told me we would one day b-but...I don't think he wants t-to."

What? Of course I want to!

"You mean you don't think he loves you the same way you love him?" Tori asks.

"Y-yeah. E-exactly."

I gape. Seriously? I thought she didn't love me the way I loved her! And I didn't even know-

Man, I wanted to kiss her.

I snort. That was random, but something in me, some odd feeling deep inside me, felt like kissing her a lot. In fact, if she says my name one more time I will kiss her.

"Um no, I'm pretty sure he loves you more," Tori replies, walking away.

Chloe sighs and opens my door, walking in slowly. I closed my eyes.

"Derek?" she whispers.

My fingers twitched, and I steeled myself against the urge to kiss her hard.

She sits on my bed. "I know you can hear me. You need a shower." She places her hands on mine, and in less than two seconds I jump up and grab her, pulling her onto my lap and pressing my lips firmly against hers. I kiss her passionately, but than pull away.

"Why-why'd you stop?" she asks, breathless.

I touch my cheek and she got the message.

"I'm a wreck. You don't want to kiss-" I stopped and placed her on the bed.

"Derek, I will not stop kissing you because your face is bloody." She kisses me again, but I pull away, knowing she's trying to be nice.

She frowns. Finally, when I don't budge, she shifts and sighs. "Fine. Don't let me kiss you. But go take a shower, since it's so incredibly obvious you won't sleep."

For some reason, that hurt me, and before I could stop it, a look of sadness stamped across my face. I tried to cover it up, but she'd seen it, and she looked guilty. "It's not your fau-" I began, but she gestured for me to go.

I took a quick 2 minute shower and walked out, only in jeans. My shirts were all dirty. My cheek looked better; it was only slightly darkened, but no more blood.

Chloe sat there and gaped at me. I looked up at her and immediately she jumped on me, and instead of falling I was up against the wall. She crushed her lips against mine and wrapped her legs around my waist. I held her by her thighs. She was still wearing my t-shirt. I pulled her closer. She pressed her body against mine, and a warm rush washed through me.

Chloe's POV:

When I was kissing him, I couldn't help but pull away to mumble to him, "You are so sexy."

He laughed at that, but I kissed him again, in a way that meant to say, it's true.

Because it was true. He looked absolutely gorgeous.

He pulled away and gazed into my eyes in such a loving, caring way, a realization washed through me that said, maybe he does love you more than you love him.

No. That was impossible. I loved him too much to even think that.

You probably love each other the same.

Exactly. The same. We loved each other equally.

I leaned against his bare chest, breathless. I stripped off Derek's t-shirt, leaving me with a pink bra and white underwear. I snuggled closer to him.

He held me tighter, and I could feel him getting slightly hotter, because we were both half naked. It felt odd, but it also felt right, in a way I can't explain. Derek, still holding on to me, walked over to the bed and placed me there. I think he was going to leave so I grabbed his arm and tugged him on top of me. He supported his weight with one arm.

We were so close.

So. Close.

I pressed my lips against his, grabbed his neck, and lifted myself so that our bodies press together. We made-out, and the room kept getting hotter and hotter, until finally I slid my hands on his zipper and he slid his to the clasp on my bra and than-

"EW! THE HELL? SIMON! DEREK AND CHLOE ARE REALLY HAVING BABIES THIS TIME!" Tori screamed.

Simon ran in. His eyes bugged out and he choked.

I sighed and shifted under Derek. Derek growled.

"Do you guys always feel the need to interrupt?" I ask.

"Oh, God. Guys! I told you to not-" Simon stopped and started choking.

"We weren't going to go all the way," Derek says gruffly, but than glances at me with a look that says, were we?

I press my lips together and shrug slightly.

I mean, I thought we were.

"Y-yeah. Derek's right. It's just-I was changing and t-than he came out of the s-shower. He had no clean shirt and I wasn't d-done changing. And than, well-" I pause. Nice lie, Chloe. "Well, he looked extremely hot, so."

Tori burst out laughing. "Wolf-boy looked hot? Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."

"Well, he is to me." I roll my eyes at Tori. I could feel Derek's gaze on me. I knew he didn't think it was true, but it was.

From the corner of my eye I could see Simon grin and give Derek a thumbs-up. I glanced at him. He blushed slightly and looked away.

"Whoa. Derek blushed. SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!" Tori yells.

So, that was that. Ending was odd, but, I couldn't think of anything else. So. Love you all, again, thanks for the reviews! Review again, please! :)