Hello hello! Feel free to thank Samsonkeezo for being an annoying prat at school and making me update! (although this is far later than he would like.) I also need something to do with my school holidays. Please review, it makes me happy. I've got a bit of a writer's block, so… this may not be brilliant…

Disclaimer: don't own it, sorry.

*Previously*

Jasmine took control of me for a while as I regained my composure. Just as I was about to demand to be let out again, she began to chant. Unable to resist, I chanted with her. Everyone in my mindspace did. Two new forms began to materialise in the centre of the circle we had unknowingly formed. Chester and Asher were standing in front of us, looking around in interest. I felt my body black out just as Asher said:

"Well, that's something you don't experience every day."

I couldn't help but laugh as I pulled him into a hug. He returned it eagerly.

It was so good to be surrounded by pack again.

*NOW*

~CHARLIE POV~

In my mindscape, Asher, Chester and I were sitting a little way away from the rest of the mental entourage, just chatting.

"Will you be able to… uh…" I wasn't really sure how to phrase this.

"To what?" asked Chester from where he was in front of me. Asher was huddled to my side; he was the only person who ever got close enough to be considered a brother before I got reacquainted with Derek.

"Errr… I guess… control me?"

"Control you?" asked the other brother, looking up at me curiously (he was slightly shorter than me, even when sitting down).

"Err, like Jasmine when you were… absorbed, I guess?"

Both boys shrugged.

"I don't think I'd want to, to be honest," said Chester. I raised an eyebrow.

"No offense, of course," he continued, "but you're a girl and we're… yeah, you get how awkward that could be."

I giggled.

"Yeah, I do," I said, smile nearly splitting my face.

I'd missed these two almost as much as my dad.

I felt consciousness pulling at me, like cold fingers holding onto my arms and pulling towards wherever it is we go when someone takes control of the body (I can't really call it mine anymore, can I?).

"I'll talk to you guys again later," I promised, "ok?"

"Yeah, ok," they responded together. Though they were brothers – with a two-year age-gap, even – they acted like a set of identical twins sometimes.

My smile slipped as I opened my eyes to the living world.

"Not a funny thing to say, Charlie," scolded Marie. I resisted the urge to react; Derek might not appreciate it.

"Are you ok?" he asked. I rolled my eyes at his mothering.

"Just fine, thanks," I said. He glared at me, but smiled anyway. I sat up, noticing that we were back in our room.

"You carried me here?" I asked, somewhat incredulous. He looked sheepish.

"Simon came outside; didn't want him suspicious," Derek said. I narrowed my eyes.

"What did you tell him?" I asked. Derek cleared his throat.

"You weren't paying attention and ran straight into a tree and knocked yourself out?" he said, eyes darting around, looking for escape. I glared harshly.

"You know you're a dead dog, don't you?" I growled. He whimpered, just before I tackled him. We fought for a while, me trying to punish him, before he turned the tables and it became a game. The thumping as we threw each other around must have alerted the others, because there were footsteps banging around the halls and doors slamming.

"Derek," called Kit, "what's happening up there?"

We paused for a moment.

"Nothing, dad!" Derek called out, trying to keep his voice like it normally was, even though he was puffed and highly amused. I smirked, teeth once again sharp and eyes alight with playful excitement.

"Stop messing around!" was the response. I couldn't help it, and giggled. Derek rolled his eyes as he went down again, me on his back. We struggled for the upper hand for maybe five more minutes before someone decided to interrupt.

Of course, it had to be Chloe, and we had to be in a compromising position.

"This isn't what it looks like," were the first words out of Derek's mouth at Chloe's broken expression. I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder – quite hard, I might add – causing him to whimper.

"Whilst this idiot is right," I said, gesturing at Chloe to come in, "that has got to be the worst thing he could have said, because people normally only say that when it is what it looks like."

"I-if it's not w-what it looks l-like, then what were you d-doing?" she stuttered, slightly red. I scowled.

"What were we doing last time this situation was discovered?" I asked, somewhat sarcastically. Chloe really blushed.

"Sparring?" she said, somewhat hesitantly. I shrugged.

"Close enough," I said.

"Though the technically correct term is 'playing'," Derek muttered. I shot him a look that said 'do I look like I care?'. He glared.

"Sorry for worrying you," I said. A sneaky thought struck me, and I smirked. Derek looked worried.

"But neither of us could like each other anyway," I continued. Derek's eyes widened, then he glared. I smirked wider, looking at him. Chloe looked curious.

"Why's th-that?" she asked.

"Well, every wolf has a ma-" Derek, the ass put a hand over my mouth. I bit down on his finger, but he wouldn't budge. I crossed my arms and pouted. Well, pouted as best as you can when you've got a massive hand covering nearly half your face.

"I'll tell you later, Chloe," he said quickly, glaring at me, "when we're alone." He looked at me pointedly, emphasis on 'alone' telling me all I needed to know.

Sorry, it's short. It has to be. That wasn't expected, but I think it works nicely. Besides, I just had an idea that needs Chester and Asher in her head for later.

By the way, I just noticed that there are some inconsistencies with this fic (ages, some words are a bit muddled etc.) but I'm too lazy to fix them. Please, just ignore them. If something is mentioned twice, but with different details, please refer to the more recent reference, just for the sake of my sanity and to help the flow of the story.

Otherwise, are you enjoying? Please let me know! Thanks :)

~PiptheSnake~