Okay everyone, I know that Valentine's Day is long over and I already wrote a one-shot for it, but on the request of Chlereklover, I will write another one. This one takes place a year after they destroy the Edison Group. They are staying at a safe house in northern New York with two other teenagers named Janelle and Matt. Chloe is 16 and Derek is 17.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Darkest Powers
This is in Derek's POV. Derek's thoughts are in italics. Sorry if he is OOC.
The grandfather clock chimed six o' clock as I sat reading in the living room of our current house. The fire in the fireplace crackled as the logs slowly turned to ash. Of all the rooms in the house, the living room was the quietest. The sounds of the house seemed to stop when I hit the door. Mostly the sounds came from the people staying here. Dad and Lauren were usually out. Dad got a job at a small, local law agency working. Lauren got a job at the hospital working the late shift. She argued that it was the only time she could get but I knew it was so she could keep an eye on Chloe. Tori and Simon were always fighting. Dad forbid Tori from using spells on Simon after she lit his hair on fire accidentally. But he never said anything yelling and screaming at each other and giving me a headache. At least the fighting seemed to lessen since Tori started dating one of the new teenagers that we picked up. Matt was an Agito half demon who thought it was fun to move chairs out from under people. He learned fast not to do it to me, but that didn't stop him from torturing Simon and the other new teen, Janelle. Simon wasn't dating Janelle, but he was close. Janelle was a shaman, which was convenient because Simon kept getting injured from Tori. And last, but not least, Chloe. We've been dating for almost a year now. Dad was completely fine with it. In fact, I think he was the happiest about it because I finally showed an interest. Lauren, on the other hand, wasn't so thrilled. She did whatever she could to make sure Chloe and I didn't get time alone. It was worse when we were driving because we were confined to a small motel room. But now we have a house which is surrounded by forest, so we can sneak out away from her. Luckily, because her shift is at night, when I have to change, she can't stop Chloe from coming out with me.
Interrupting me from my thoughts, Simon walked in and asked, "Hey, Derek, you busy?"
Looking up from my book, I answered, "Not really. Why?"
"I need help," he said, sitting down in the chair opposite me.
"What kind of help?" I asked, looking back down at my book.
"Girl help," he said.
Looking up at him unbelievably, I said, "You want girl help. From me?"
"Well yeah," he said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
"Why?" I asked, still not understanding.
"You've been dating Chloe for a year now. That's way longer than I've ever had a girlfriend," he said.
"What does me dating Chloe have anything to do with it?" I asked, shutting my book and setting it on the side table.
"Well, I wanted to do something special for Janelle for tomorrow," he said.
"Why? What's tomorrow?" I asked.
Now it was his turn to look at me unbelievably. "Are you serious?"
"What?" I asked, defensively.
"Valentine's Day?" he said.
"What about it?" I asked.
"Seriously? Aren't you doing something special for Chloe?" he asked.
"Why would I?" I asked.
"Because that's what you're supposed to do on Valentine's Day," he said.
"What makes Valentine's Day different from any other day?" I asked.
"I don't know, it just is," he said, "Are you telling me that you have nothing planned for tomorrow?"
"Why would I? Chloe won't care," I said.
"You say that now, but just wait. When you don't do anything for Chloe tomorrow, she'll be disappointed. She might not say anything, but she will be." Standing up, he walked around the couch and out of the room. Watching him leave, I shook my head. She won't be disappointed. Will she? Thinking about it further, my next thought was, oh shit. I needed to do something for her. I just had no idea what. What do girls want? What does Chloe want? Drawing a blank, I decided to try and find out, without her figuring out what I was doing.
Getting up, I followed my nose to the kitchen, where I found Chloe making something. The counters were littered with measuring cups, bowls, and spilt flour. I had trouble holding a laugh as I watched her. Like the counters, her shirt was covered in flour and other ingredients. With her back to me, she didn't see me, so I leaned against the door frame and continued watching her, forgetting what I came for. I watched as she mixed something in a bowl, then lifted the bowl upside down and let the ball of dough fall onto the counter. Reaching over, she grabbed the rolling pin and started flattening the dough. When she had it flat, she turned around. Seeing me, she yelped and jumped back, hitting the counter.
"Do you have to do that?" she asked, crossing he arms.
"I can't stand?" I asked, hiding a smile.
"Not standing, sneaking," she said.
"I don't sneak," I said.
"You're supposed to make noise when you walk. You can whistle… or yodel," she said.
"Yodel?" I questioned, this time not hiding my smile.
When I smiled, her breathing hitched a little bit and her face reddened. Turning around, she faced the counter, hiding her blush. My smile grew as I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist, leaning my chin on the shoulder. Sighing, she leaned back into me, hands going over mine. Lifting my mouth to her ear, I asked, "What are you making?"
Smiling, she said, "You'll have to wait and see."
"You won't tell me?" I asked.
"Nope," she said.
Lowering me voice, I said, "Not even if I ask …nicely?"
"Hmm," she said, looking up at me, "It's tempting…but you still have to wait."
"I could make it worth your while," I said, looking down at her lips, which turned up more as her smile grew.
"Well, as much as I want to accept your offer, I think I'm going to pass," she said, her eyes full of mischief.
"Why?" I asked.
"When you don't get what you want, you pout," she answered.
"I pout?" I asked, amused.
"Uh huh," she said, "It's cute."
"I'm cute?" I asked, my eyebrows rising.
"Your pouting is cute. You on the other hand… I don't think cute is the right word," she said.
Grinning broadly, I leaned down as she tilted her face up. I could feel her breath on my lip. Just as they our lips were about to touch, somebody cleared their throat. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I knew exactly who was behind us. Looking at Chloe, I kept my face blank. She gave me an apologetic look and a small smile as I let go of her waist and turned around. Standing by the door was Lauren, whose arms were crossed and her face full of disgust as she looked at me. Throwing her my worst glare, I walked around her into the hall. Still not knowing what to do for Chloe, I went upstairs in search of somebody who could help me.
Stopping outside a bedroom door, I lifted my hands and rapped my knuckles against the wood. From the other side, I could her Tori get off her bed and walk to the door. When she opened it, she asked, "What do you want?"
"I need help," I said, shoving my hands in pocket.
"With what?" she asked.
"Chloe," I said.
"What did you do? Hump her leg?" she said, smirking.
Scowling, I turned around and started for the stairs. I heard her sigh before she called out, "What do you need help with?"
Turning to face her, I said, "I need help coming up with something for Chloe for tomorrow."
"That's all?" she said, "That should be easy."
"To you maybe," I mumbled.
"What does Chloe like?" she asked.
Thinking for a minute, I said, "The only thing I know she likes is movies. But it's not like I can take her to a movie. That's too far to walk."
"That's all you know that she likes?" she asked, unbelievably.
I glared at her.
Walking past me to the stairs she said, "I can think if another thing she likes."
Confused, I asked, "What?"
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she turned and said, "She likes you, moron."
Staring after her, I thought, what can I do with that?
Looking at my watch, I saw it was 7:30. I decided to go for a run, hoping that would give me some thoughts.
It being February, there was still some chill to the air. Having a fur coat, however, helps. Through it was a little cold, for February, it was unusually warm. Because of the strange weather, the snow had a mind of its own and decided to melt completely, so I was left running through the leftover frozen mud. Hearing the running water, I changed direction towards it, deciding it was time for a drink. I pushed through a wall of thick, dead vines and stopped. When I saw what was on the other side, I knew exactly what I was going to do for Chloe.
I woke up the next morning to a weight on my chest. Cracking open one eye, I smiled when I saw what was causing the weight. Looking over at the clock, I read 6:30. Groaning, I looked back at the smiling blond sitting cross-legged on my chest. "What are you doing up at 6:30?"
"Tori kicked me out of the room," she said. Of all the people in the house, only Tori and Chloe shared a room because we were one room short.
"Why did she kick you out?" I asked.
"She was getting ready for a date with Matt," she said.
"At 6:30 in the morning?" I asked.
"Apparently," she said.
"So you decided to come into my room and sit on my chest and wake me up?" I asked.
"You didn't have to wake up," she said, smiling.
Snorting, I lifted my hands and ran them through my hair. After a year of changes, my hair was no longer greasy and my face had cleared up completely. Stretching my arms over my head, the joints in my back cracked. Looking at Chloe, she grimaced and said, "That can't be natural."
"For somebody who changes into a wolf weekly, I think that's the most natural," I said.
Giving me a small smile, she slid off my chest and onto the bed, allowing me to sit up. Flipping of the blankets, I got up and grabbed my jeans. Pulling them on, I turned around and faced Chloe, whose face was beet red. Looking at what she was looking at, I smiled. Even after a year of seeing me in my boxers, she still blushed when she saw my chest. Being a werewolf, I needed to work out to burn off energy. Working out left me with a six-pack. Grabbing a shirt, I pulled it on and walked to the bed, holding my hand out to Chloe to help her up. Instead, she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled my face down to hers. Lifting her lips to mine, wrapped her arms around my neck. Grabbing onto her waist, I pulled her closer. After a minute, she pulled back.
"What was that for?" I asked, a little out of breath.
Smiling, she said, "That was your good morning kiss. If you're good, you might get a good night kiss too. "
Smiling, I lifted her off the bed onto the floor. Walking to the door, I held it open for her. She walked past me and smiled. I followed her to the kitchen, where she walked to the fridge and pulled out eggs. Giving her a confused look, she said, "I'm making you breakfast."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, it's valentine's day. It's my present to you," she said, giving me a small smile.
"My present is food?" I asked. Smiling, I walked up to her and kissed her. "I love you."
Her smile grew. Pushing me to the table, she said, "Sit."
Doing what she says, I sat down and watched her cook. I have to admit, as clumsy as she is and as bad as she is at everything, she is an excellent cook. And loving food as much as I do, I must be the luckiest guy alive.
After a bit, she walked over and set two plates down. Sitting down, she said, "Now you can eat."
Not needing her to tell me twice, I dug in. she laughed at my eagerness. When we were done, she grabbed our plates and put them in the sink. Turning around, she leaned back against the counter.
"What do you want to do now?" she asked.
Looking at the clock, I read 9:45. Looking back at her, I said, "Want to watch TV?"
"Okay," she said.
Getting up, I started walking to the living room with Chloe close behind me. When we got there, however, I turned right back around and started toward the second living room on the other side of the house. Chloe gave me a confused look, but when she looked in the room to see why I turned around, she let out a small laugh and followed me. Sitting on the couch was Simon and Janelle with their lips practically glued together.
Walking to the other living room, we luckily found in empty. Sitting down on the couch, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Chloe sat down next to me and leaned up against me. Putting my arm around her, we sat and watched sappy Valentine's specials.
At 8:00, Tori was on her date with Matt and Simon and Janelle were up in his room. Dad was at work, like usual. He had given Tori and Matt the ride to the movies. Lauren was at work, which was good because my plan wouldn't have worked if she was home.
Me and Chloe were currently in the woods. She was sitting on my jacket as I finished changing. Once I was done, I shook and got up. Walking over to her, she reached out to touch me, but I jerked back at the last second. Jumping back, I lifted my ears and stepped back again. She laughed, getting up.
"Okay," she said. "I get the hint."
Running at me, I pivoted left out of her reach. When I pivoted right, she followed, almost touching me. This went on for a while before I ran out of sight, leaving her standing there confused. Sticking my head out of the brush, I motioned for her to follow. Smiling, she followed me into the brush. She kept getting lost, but I led her in the right direction. When I got to the wall of vines, I walked through and waited.
"Derek?" she called. I could hear her stumbling around. When she got to the vines, she stopped. Quietly, she said, "Derek?"
As she pushed the vines apart, I waited for the gasp. A second later, I heard it. Running around behind a rock, I changed back and pulled on the clothes I had put there last night after my run. Walking back to her, I smiled when I saw her face. Her hands were held to her face and a tear ran down her face. Turning to me, she took her hands down and smiled.
"Derek…it's beautiful," she said, running to me and throwing her arms around my neck.
In front of us was a clearing with the river running down the middle of it. The moonlight shone through the top of the trees and reflected off the river, making the river seem like it was filled with light bulbs instead of water.
"I found it last night on my run," I said softly, my face buried in the crook of her neck. "I thought this was better than anything I could do. Happy Valentine's day."
Looking up at me, she lifted onto her toes and kissed me. Leaning down slightly, I put my arms beneath her knees and picked her up. Laughing, she put her arms back around my neck as I walked her over to a dry patch. Sitting down, I set her on my lap. She leaned back against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close to me. Just as I was getting comfortable, she jumped and said, "Oh!"
Looking at her confused, she said, "I almost forgot."
Reaching into her pocket, she brought out a napkin. Looking up at me, she said, "You were wondering what I was making yesterday."
She unfolded the napkin to reveal a heart shaped cookie. Breaking it into two pieces, she handed me the bigger piece. Smiling down at her, I took the cookie. Leaning back against me, she said, "Happy Valentine's Day, Derek."
So what do you think? This is the longest fanfic I've ever written. Anyway, I know a lot of you want me to write a St. Patrick's Day one, but I don't really know that much about it besides if you don't wear green people pinch you. Sorry, I'm only a little bit Irish. But if you guys can tell me more, I can try. Also, I might write one for Chloe's birthday because her birthday is in March. I figured that out on my own because Derek and Simon were put into Lyle House in January according to Kelley Armstrong's Dangerous. And in the book, it said that they were in there for three months, which is April. So the book takes place in April, but she turned 15 the month before, which is March. Also, Derek's birthday is either in January, February, March, or April because he turned 16 when he was in Lyle House.