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Disclaimer: I own Emmeline, Tristan, Chase, Adele, Bryce, Jamie, Avril, Nick *although he's dead.* and Plot. And then, nothing else, sadly.

Though I might fight Chloe for Derek. *insert smiley face*

Bryce's POV.

After the cheery meeting in the kitchen, I automatically went back to hibernate in my room.

On my way there, I contemplating why in the hell my sister was going to give up her life for these people. They were ok; I'd give them that. Hell, they'd saved us. But I wasn't going to let Avril die for them. That was just stupid, and illogical.

When I reached my door, I grabbed for the handle, turned, and put little pressure on it.

But it didn't budge. I jiggled it, and banged on it, but still, nothing. I sighed, and then sniffed.

It smelled of werewolf. The exact same scent my old werewolf pack had. I cocked my head to the side, confused.

No one from my old pack could've gotten in, could they?

I jiggled the door knob again, half worried, half anxious. Maybe it was…Jamie.

But then I took another sniff, and after a second, I realized it was just…Big foot.

I took a giant step back, confused. Why did he smell like us? Like them? He definitely wasn't in my pack. If he was, he would've commented when Blondie had found me. Something like,

Hey, aren't you Alpha's son? The one that never changes? The messed up one who stays human? The one Alpha cuts and hurts, because you're a disgrace to his name? Because you're supposed to be heir to the pack, but you can't be, because your not one of us? The one who ran away like a coward?

I gritted my teeth together. Yeah. That was me.

I gave up on the door, but I couldn't help but wonder what Big Foot was in there for.

I waltzed back into the kitchen, unsure of what to do, and found Avril and Simon sitting at the table. Talking. Smiling. I wasn't sure how they could be smiling so soon after announcing their death minutes ago.

I looked around and also found Kit, Chloe's aunt, and the Adele woman all circled around the counter. They were talking in hushed tones. I heard a baby's giggle, and my eyes darted over the room, searching for a baby.

Then, I spotted the baby (Emmeline, I presumed) being bounced on Avril's lap. Avril didn't seem to notice me watching. Simon was fixated on her. A grin was slid across Avril's face.

I smiled, a little. Avril hadn't smiled like that since we'd ran away. Even though I didn't really like the kid…He didn't seem…that bad.

As if he could read my mind, Simon's head popped up and he glanced at me, blankly at first. My grin disappeared real fast.

Yeah, he wasn't that bad. But I wasn't about to let him know that.

Simon narrowed his eyes at me; not suspiciously, curiously. I pursed my lips and Avil looked up slowly to me, a smile still on her lips. The leaders (my new decided nickname for Kit, Adele, and Lauren) kept on talking, not acknowledging me.

I stared at Simon for a second longer, then bored, decided a nice hot shower would be great.

Avril and I hadn't come across many hot showers when we left; we skipped from place to place every so often, under aliases so the pack couldn't track us down and kill us for leaving. We usually left before we got too attached to people, or before somebody started asking questions.

I turned and walked down the hall, shaking my head. I was facing the bathroom door before I realized I needed a towel.

I sighed, then cussed under my breath. Then the door flew open.

The first thing I saw was her face. It was Tori, black circles under her eyes, her wet hair sprawled out over her shoulders….

….And she was in a towel.

I caught my breath, and redness crept up onto my cheeks. I frowned at the warmth on them now.

I expected Tori to get embarrassed, too. Maybe to mumble an apology and walk away. But she didn't. She just stood there, perfectly comfortable, eyeing me, her arms across her chest.

Her eyes finally met mine. "Hi," She said.

I blinked. "Uh, hi." I muttered. I wanted to leave, to make her forget this one moment of weakness of me, but my feet couldn't move. Damn, I thought.

She took a deep breath. "Hey, could you cut out the whole I'm too cool for this act? It's really getting old. And you're not fooling anyone." her eyes became judgmental.

I rose my eyebrows. She didn't take her eyes off mine for a minute.

I crossed my arms over my chest, my confidence now on the rise. After a second or two, I shook myself out of this weird state and finally thought of a comeback. "What about you? You're on your guard twenty-four seven. The tough girl act? Not buying it." I scowled. Tori blinked, and took a step back.

"Excuse me?" She asked, her brows furrowing. "Tough girl act?" She snorted.

She pushed past me then, purposely hitting my shoulder on the way out.

"You're just embarrassed I look damn good in a towel." She called over her shoulder, and padded down the hall.

I smiled a little, again. But then it quickly disappeared. If I was going to get a mushy as Avril, I'd be screwed.

So I shook it off, entered the bathroom, shut the door, and contemplated how I could get Avril to leave before everyone took off to fight the Edison Group.

Before everyone went off to die.

Chloe's POV.

I felt…weird. Walking into the kitchen a while later, knowing everyone was in the house while…well, you know.

It was very awkward going into the kitchen, with Adele, Kit, and Aunt Lauren after. And it would be even weirder seeing Bryce, remembering how he had banged on the door…I winced at the thought.

Adele's head popped up when I walked into the kitchen.

"Training starts tomorrow." She said, her voice solemn.

It took me a few seconds to remember. We were attacking the Edison Group.

I kept my head down, nodding. If I looked up at any of them, my face would definitely go red.

"Well, where have you been?" Kit accused. My heart sped up as I tried to conduct a lie.

"Oh, she was taking a shower." Tori's voice chimed. I looked up to find Tori, coming to the rescue, sweeping into the kitchen from the living room. Her hair was messy, and she was carrying Tristan with one arm.

"I thought you were in there…?" Kit asked. Tori shot me a look, so fast I couldn't be sure. It was an I've-got-this-covered look. Which meant she knew.

Crap.

Her eyes darted back to Kit. "No." She shook her head, furrowing her brows.

Kit looked between us. "But when you left the kitchen earlier, you said-"

"Kit, which way would be for sufficient?" Aunt Lauren called over her shoulder. She was looming over a map of sorts on the table. Adele, who was sitting next to her, glanced suspiciously at me, then to Kit.

He pursed his lips, then turned and walked to the table. Tori immediately shot me another look, and gestured for me to follow her. She turned, heading back to the living room, and with a glance over my shoulder at Kit, who was looking at me funny, I followed her out of the kitchen.

The living room was empty, so as soon as we entered it, Tori grabbed my arm and dragged me to the couch. We plopped down on it.

Tristan mumbled excitedly, and Tori smiled at him brightly for a second. She held him tighter to her, then turned to me hesitantly.

"You guys are engaged." She whispered. "It's not a crime."

I bit my lip. "I know…but-"

"This isn't your first time, is it?" She asked, her eyes widening, her tone lowering.

I almost laughed at her expression, but the only thing that came out was a muffled little yelp. I cringed at the noise.

"No," I relived Tori of her anxiety. "It's not." I whispered back.

Tori's eyes widened even more. "Oh god," She muttered, his face twisting.

She opened her mouth again, as if to ask a question, but she then shut it quickly and shook her head.

"Well," She gulped. "Then its no big deal. They're old," Tori gestured with her head in the way of the kitchen. "They won't know. And you used protection, so everything's cool." Tori shrugged.

My stomach did a flip. I looked down and nodded silently. I could feel my cheeks flaming.

Three second of silence went by.

"…Chloe? You guys did use protection, right?" Tori murmured.

I sucked in a breath, and shut my eyes tight. There it was, out in the open. The horrible truth.

I shook my head no.

"Chloe!" Tori gasped. I quickly looked up to her, alarmed at how her voice had risen.

Her mouth hung open. "You two know how dangerous this is!" She barked.

I struggled for words to say.

"My- well- it's- Tori-" I stammered. My cheeks were so red, I felt like I was a glowing like a red stoplight.

"-And Derek should know better!" Tori lowered her tone, but the harshness was still there. Tristan cried out, and Tori turned to him for a second. She started bouncing her hip, and Tristan smiled a little.

Tori studied Tristan for a second before turning back to me. "What are you gunna do if your pregnant?" She whispered, her eyes accusing.

My heart raced, and Tori's words rang in my ears.

"What are you gunna do if you're pregnant?"

What if I was? What would we do? We weren't even thinking. At that moment, there were so many problems, so many emotions ragging through my mind, and then, with that first kiss in Bryce's room, it was all…gone.

I took a deep breath a truly considered:

What if I'm pregnant?

Hope ran through me. Then I furrowed my brows.

Being pregnant wasn't a good thing. We were going to die.

Actually, It would be a terrible thing. I'd be killing myself as well as my baby.

A dark depressing feeling filled my heart. How could I kill my baby? My hands fluttered to my stomach. Then I stopped myself.

I didn't even know if I was pregnant.

I pursed my lips. "I'm not pregnant." I said, looking strait at Tori seriously, trying to convince her as well as myself. I was not pregnant. I just couldn't be.

"And I wouldn't be pregnant by now, anyway." I reasoned and shrugged.

Tori narrowed her eyes at me.

"How do you know that?" Tori breathed, shaking her head. She leaned toward me. "You never know if-"

Tori stopped and turned around. I followed her gaze, praying to God it wasn't Aunt Lauren, or Kit, or Adele, or Avril-

I turned, and caught my breath.

Well, it wasn't Aunt Lauren.

Derek's jaw was set, his impossibly green eyes darting between Tori and I. His dark hair was tousled, like it always was when he just got out of the shower.

He gave Tori a brief look, something that said You better not be talking about what I think you were talking about. It wasn't menacing, it was more like…pleading.

Then he glanced to me. He looked….confused. And scared.

I hadn't even factored Derek in when I thought about my possible pregnancy. How would it effect him? Us? How would he take it?

What if we both died? Would our baby survive?

Stupid question. If I was pregnant, of course our baby would survive. He/She would have to. Derek would take care of him/her. Because I wasn't going to let Derek die either.

Derek swallowed, and opened his mouth slightly, but then shut it, not tearing his gaze away from mine.

He looked down, slowly. He looked like he was thinking hard. Then, like nothing had happened, he turned and walked away, into the kitchen.

I stared at where he just stood, dumbstruck. Then I got up from the couch, and quickly jogged into the kitchen. I heard Tori sigh right as I stepped into the kitchen.

Aunt Lauren was quietly discussing things with Kit at the table, just where we left them. Derek was rummaging through the cabinets for something quickly.

He opened another cabinet door, then paused, and looked at me over his shoulder. I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off. His look said he understood what I was about to say.

"Out there." He said quietly. And I saw it in his face. He was scared.

Derek was hardly ever scared. Ever. Not once when we were up against the Edison Group did he look defeated. Not once did he look afraid.

No, Derek was our leader. He couldn't be scared. He had to be there for me. When I was afraid. When I felt defeated. Now, I had to be strong for him.

I nodded, and we crossed out of the kitchen to the small hallway. We walked to the very end of the hall, right in front of the bathroom.

I stared at the bathroom door for a second, contemplating whether we should go in or not. When I looked back up, Derek was looming over me, leaning against the wall. He looked down at me. He looked almost pained, his eyes scanning my face, his lips turned slightly down, his brows slightly furrowed. Suddenly, he sighed.

"We were stupid." He muttered, a tone of disgust in his voice.

I shook my head, and glanced down the end of the hall.

"Derek, there was so much we had to worry about, we couldn't possibly think of-"

"I should've been thinking," He interrupted me, and I turned back to him.

"After what happened to Tori?" He shook his head, then stared blankly at the wall. "I should've been thinking." He muttered again.

"I'm not pregnant." I said in the strongest, surest voice I could manage. His eyes snapped back to me.

"Chloe. Like Tori said. You can't be sure. Not for-"

"Do you hear anything?" I asked, gesturing with my hand to my stomach. Derek paused, took a breath, then shook his head.

"See? Then I'm not pregnant." I assured him. He studied me deeply for a moment.

"But Chloe," He protested.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "You would know if something was growing inside you, wouldn't you?" I asked.

"Yeah." He muttered, sounding defeated.

My eyes flashed open again. "And I would know if something was growing in me. It's fine. I feel totally normal." I said, trying to keep my tone even.

He studied me again. "If you get sick, or if you feel weird, you tell me right away, okay?" He asked, his brows turning down in worry.

I swallowed and nodded. Derek kissed the top of my head, then left.

And I hoped he didn't look back at me. I hoped he hadn't heard the tiny inflection in my voice.

Because I didn't feel normal at all. And it did feel like there was something in me.

I hoped Derek hadn't noticed I'd just straight out lied to him.

Okay. This week was my bday, the start of school, the start of soccer, and the start of going to bed earlier. So im VERY VERY VERY VERY SORRY this is late!

I'm going to try and update the next one really soon, to make up for it. I'll TRY. I might not be able too.

Anywho,

SO! Reviews? Predictions? Is Chloe pregoz? What are they going to do if she is? And what about Bryce? He was in a pack. Alpha's son, no less. Think anythings gunna happen there? What about him and Tori?

Reactions? Predictions? Suggestions?

R&R!