Sorry for spelling Cables wrong. My head is not working. x] I will spell check every word from now on. I promise!


I lay on the sofa. My feet resting on Simon's lap, and my head on Derek's. I was strangley comfortable. Tori sat on a chair beside the other sofa where Aunt Lauren and Kit were sat. When Derek and I came in we told them about the ghost I saw. The russin woman, who's name I didn't knew. I explained that the was a present day ghost, but dressed old because she was on her way the a party.

Tori snorted at that, saying it mustn't have been a good party.

"What did she want?" Simon asked.

"I-I don't know," I tired to shrug. "She said first she had to help me. But not yet."

"Why can't you pick up any none confusing/none killing ghosts?" Tori asked.

"Because the nice ones have probably gone to the other side."

"Where ever that is."

"Point is, I'm stuck with the one's I see," I sighed. "Speaking of ghosts, where's Liz?"

"How should we know? You're the one who see's her," Tori rolled her eyes.

"Oh right." I mentally slapped myself.

"So, what do we do now?" Simon asked.

Silence. What do we do now? Rae was a dead end. Tori still had the list but we hadn't found anywhere the print off the list yet.

"What about Peter?" I jumped. I turned my head to see Liz behind the sofa. She looked quite smug.

"Not a bad idea," I frowned in thought. "No one did really know what his power was."

"I'm sure his adress is on the files Tori got off the computer. Just need to find a place to print them off," Liz shrugged.

"Who you talking to and about what?" Tori asked impaciently.

"I'm talking to Liz," I waved to Liz. "She suggested printing off the list Tori got and then we find Peter. He knows us and we could find out his power."

" I like it," Tori smiled. She looked at Kit-her dad. "Um, should we find somewhere to print them off?"

In the end everyone ended up going but me and Derek. Simon and Tori, for once, weren't arguing. They barely looked at each other. I think the brother/sister secret might make them quiet around each other for a while. Sooner or later, they'd be back to arguing. And, personally, I hoped it came later.

Derek and I ended on my bed, wrapped in each other arms. Above the covers. With our clothes on. For now...

"What do you think?" I asked Derek. He add been quiet during our talk.

"I think...I want to kiss you," Derek moved his lips to my neck. My heart pounded and I'm sure he could hear it.

"I-I meant about P-Peter."

"I didn't."

I could feel about my face getting red.

"What do you think?"

"I think it's a good idea," he mummered. "But if it's not safe...I want you safe. You all safe."

"Even Tori?" I grinned.

Derek pulled a face. "Mm. Maybe Tori."

I laughed then gasped when I felt Derek's lips on my neck. I ran my hands into his hair. His lips reached mine and I crushed my against his. The room got waaay hotter. I tugged at Derek's shirt and he got the message. He pulled it over his head. I lay back. Derek rested his hands either side of my head. I felt his body ontop of mine but not the full weight of it. He brought his lips back down to mine. I pressed myself to him. He moaned and held me.

Someone cleared their throat. I jumped away from Derek, breathing hard. I looked over to see, yet again!, the russin woman. Derek followed my gaze then growled. He sat back and closed his eyes. He's breathing was a rough as mine.

"Y-yes?" I grumbled.

"Oh, don't mind me," she looked away.

"I wouldn't if you didn't keep inturpting," I ran my fingers through my hair. What if she hadn't inturpted? Would Derek and I...?

I shook myself.

"Look, you want my help, but not until you've helped me right?" She nodded. "And that is not now. So until then can you shoo," I made a shooing motion.

"Sorry," she said bitterly. "I vas just lookin' out vor you. I didn't mean to cut in at a bad time vor you."

She faded. Man! What was up with her?

I looked at Derek, who's eyes were now open.

"She gone?" I nodded. "Will we ever get peace?"

I sighed and sat next to Derek.

"Not while dead people are around."

Derek sighed. "Why was she here?"

"'She vas lookin' out vor me'," I mimcked her voice.

"Looking out? For what?"

"I-I don't know...But I can feel something. Something bad coming...Something very bad."


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