Second chapter (technically fifteenth, but the others were only edits) in two days! I'm on a roll, people! This chapter starts off rather slow, though (and probably ooc for some of the existing characters), and is very short I'm trying! Please don't throw any rotten foods! Please enjoy this, I'm trying desperately to keep this interesting but… yeah, this is where I start to go downhill… Thanks for sticking around!

Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. Please don't sue me!

P.S. Sorry all Simon fans, I don't like him all that much

"Hey, Charlie," said a smooth voice from somewhere behind me. Derek and I were demolishing some Cheetos in the kitchen and Simon had decided to join us. Swallowing, I responded.

"Hello, Simon," I said, "I haven't really met you yet, have I?" I asked. He shook his head, sitting next to me.

He was far closer than he should be.

"How do you like our little mismatched family so far?" he asked, trying to start up a conversation. I shrugged. He didn't seem put out by my lack of verbal response, though. He just ploughed right on, completely ignoring the glare that Derek sent his way.

"I was wondering…" he looked like he suddenly became really shy and sweet, but there was a slippery smell of manipulation. The 'cute' look was fake.

"Would you like to go out with me?" he asked quickly. Derek glared at him (I'm guessing he tried to take Chloe at one point… not smart), and I just stared blankly. Seeming embarrassed (the slippery smell still there), he hurried on, ducking his head.

"I know this is really fast, but I think this could work out really we-" I couldn't take his blabbering any longer. I growled.

Easy, Charlie, warned Derek. I ignored him.

"No, I don't want to," I said lowly. He looked astonished, like he'd never been turned down before. First time for everything, I always say (well, not really, but there's a first time for everything! Ah, irony).

"Are you sure?" he asked. I growled again, and he edged away from me.

"I wouldn't have said 'no' if I wasn't sure that I didn't want to go out with you," I said. He looked down in defeat.

A sudden inspiration hit me, and I lowered the walls that had built on my sixth sense (A/N: which Pip here totally forgot about), and let his thoughts flow into mine. One stood out like a sore thumb.

I will have her eventually, he was thinking. I growled, full throated. He scampered, but Derek was glaring at me.

"What," he demanded, "was that for?" I had the decency to look a little sheepish. He glared harder.

"I opened up Jasmine's ability," I said by way of explanation. He made a motion with his hand that obviously meant 'continue'. I sighed.

"He said he'd have me eventually." Derek growled. Before he could get any more worked up about it, though, we were called to attention.

"Family meeting!" yelled Kit. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Really? This could be a life-or-death situation, and he labels it as 'family meeting'? Understatement.

Grabbing the last bag of marshmallows (really, who can resist that fluffy goodness?), I followed Derek into the living room. Rickie was still gone, and I was starting to get twitchy. I sat closer to Derek than I normally would have, trying to calm my nerves, which caused him to raise his eyebrows.

You ok? He asked. I shrugged. Kit was watching us rather intently.

Rickie's missing, I said, it's making me antsy. He nodded in understanding. He knew what that felt like.

He'll be fine, he assured me. I smiled in thanks as Chloe and Simon walked in, Tori and Liz trailing closely behind them. Chloe shot Derek a look that could only be described as longing, and Simon looked jealous.

I thought he got the message. Obviously not.

Next to me, Asher and Chester appeared through the wall. They shot me a smirk, which, when I was sure that no one was looking, I returned.

'Later,' I mouthed to them. They nodded as Chloe turned around. She looked suspicious, but let it drop.

We sat there, rather awkwardly, all staring at the tiny square of paper sitting on the wooden table in the centre of the room.

"Are we gonna look at this list or not?" huffed Tori. Kit cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Err, right. Yeah," he said. I rolled my eyes.

Picking up the sheet of death, he unfolded it slowly. I growled, and he jumped. Derek elbowed me sharply.

"Just hurry up," I ground out. He opened the last fold and did a quick once-over of the list, paling as he did so.

"Well?" Simon prompted. Kit looked up.

"Right," he said.
"The list is divided into two sections," he picked up a spare piece of paper and a pen and drawing a line through the middle.

"They're labelled 'successful' and 'failed'," he drew the appropriate labels, "and are then divided into subcategories. Successful only has two; survived and deceased." He drew in those also. "There are no deceased in this category yet." Kit swallowed thickly before continuing.

"Under 'failed', there are three," he drew the lines.

"Under observation," he wrote it down.

"Detained," he copied, his hands starting to shake. Here, he paused, looking around the group. Tori got impatient.

"Well? Hurry up, Kit!" she snapped. He jumped, but dutifully wrote down the last one. What it said made everyone blanch, including the ghosts.

"To be terminated."

Oh, wonderful.

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Edit: I fixed up Eleven again! Sorry it turned out so dodgy last time!