I'm not going to be here this weekend, so I'm writing this immediately after I updated. J

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My knees were shaking by the time I closed the bathroom door behind me.

I set the box down on the counter, and took three deep, big breaths.

This was it.

I walked in front of the counter, and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I could be pregnant. I realized. I actually, truly could be pregnant. What if I was?

But at the same time, what if I wasn't?

A certain amount of hope had burrowed deep in my heart, actually hopping I was. If I wasn't, what would I do? I knew I'd be crushed.

But I'd be as equally crushed if I was. I was heading into war. How could I do that to my child?

I let a breath out.

Just do it, I urged myself. I glared at the pink and white box for another minute.

Then, heart racing, I ever so slowly opened it.

I paced the bathroom, waiting for a reply from the stupid little white stick which was now sitting on the edge of the sink. I glanced back at it.

It was still blank.

I can't believe this, I thought.

When, in a million years, would I ever picture this scene? Never, ever, ever for myself. Not even for one of my movies.

I glanced back at it.

Blank.

I groaned. This was agonizing.

What if Derek's waiting right outside me door? I thought randomly.

I paused and turned toward the door. It was dead silent.

I'm just being paranoid.

But what if he finds out?

I stopped myself again.

I don't even know if I'm pregnant!

I thought I heard a breathing from the shower.

I whirled around, and ripped the shower curtain open.

No one was there.

I took another deep breath. What was wrong with me?

I turned back around, shaking my head, and glanced at the test.

My heart stopped and my breath caught. There was a response.

I darted to the sink faster than I knew any human could move, and with shaky hands, picked up the test to eye level.

My mouth hung open.

"No," I breathed. I shook the thing hard, blinked several times, and then brought it to my eyes again.

The result was still the same.

I shook my head, and my hands flew to my mouth. I dropped the test in the sink, and it made a clattering noise. I began to tremble, and tried to process the pink negative sign I had just seen.

I….

I was….

I wasn't pregnant.

"Oh my God," I whispered, and my eyes began to water.

I wasn't pregnant.

Quickly, I picked up the stick again, and with all my might, shook it.

It couldn't be negative. How could it be negative?

If it was negative, then what was wrong with me?

After about three more minutes of shaking, with another deep breath, I brought it back up to my eye level, and my breath caught.

It was still negative.

My breathing came out more like panting. What the hell was wrong with this thing?

I shook it again, but the symbol didn't change.

I let out a sigh of disappointment and well as relief.

But my eyes started to blur over. I realized I was crying as soon as the first tear hit my cheek.

I threw the stupid thing in my hands against the wall. Then, I sank down against the bathtub, buried my head in my hands, and softly cried.

It made no sense, at all.

I had symptoms. There was a chance. How could I not be? Oh yes, I was a little happy that I wouldn't be killing someone else, but how could I not feel low? How can you look at that depressing little negative sign and no feel a pang of disappointment, even if you were hopping for it? I couldn't understand it. At all.

After two more minutes of silently sobbing, someone lightly knocked on the door.

My head immediately popped up.

Then, the door creaked open. Tori's anxious face popped into the bathroom. When she saw my face, though, the look turned grim.

"Positive?" She guessed, her voice low and solemn.

I slowly shook my head and sniffled.

"Negative." I said, and sniffed again.

She blinked several times, and looked pretty surprised. Then, almost numbly, she came over next to me, slumped down on the ground, and threw her arms around me.

"I'm…sorry." She said softly. She squeezed me tightly, and out came the tears again,

Rolling down my cheek, brimming my eyes, seemingly endless.

It just didn't make sense. If I wasn't pregnant, then what was that dream about? Was I just plain sick? All that worry and hope for a nothing but a seasonal cold? It wasn't fair, or right.

After another five minutes my tears were all dried up. My eyelids were so heavy, I could barely fight it. Although the depression on the inside was still there, I couldn't cry anymore. I just wanted to sleep.

Without a word, Tori and I got up, and silently, we trudged back into the living room. I plopped down on the couch blankly. So many emotions ran through my head right now, it was impossible to express one outwardly.

Anger. Confusion. Relief. Sadness. Sleepiness. Confusion. Then, Sleepiness again.

I lay on the couch, and brought me feet back up to my chest again.

Tori flipped the light switch off.

"Chloe?" She whispered form the darkness. I was too lazy to find out where she was calling from.

She waited for a response, but I didn't answer. I didn't have words.

"It's better this way." She sighed lightly.

My head was too stuffy to even process her words.

I closed my eyes and let out a low, barely audible sigh.

That was the last night for about a year I was actually able to sleep.

I was blessed with a deep, dark, dreamless sleep. No interruptions, no worry, and no depression leaked through into my blissful unconsciousness.

But it was there, waiting for me when I woke up.

I knew it was better I wasn't pregnant. I knew I was supposed to be happy.

But I also knew I was pregnant.

It's like knowing your going to pass the sixth grade. You just are.

But then your bitchy teacher gives you your last report card, and oopsy, guess who flunked science? Guess who's going to be coming back to sixth grade next year?

You are. Tough luck.

I sighed, getting sidetracked. I got up lazily from the couch, and made my way to the bathroom where all the madness had started last night.

I locked the door behind me, like I had earlier, and plopped down on the closed toilet, my head in my hands. I needed a moment to collect myself before I went out there and put on my brave face for Aunt Lauren and Simon and Derek…

"Chloe." A rough whisper filled the air around me.

My head snapped up.

No one was there.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Then, I slowly, I crept to the shower, and tore the curtain open.

No one was in there, either.

"Chloe!"

I swirled back around, heart racing. That sounded just like….

But no one was there.

Then, a person appeared in front of me. Only a flash, but I instantly knew who it was.

Someone I hadn't seen in years.

Liz.

"L-Liz?' I called out into the empty bathroom.

And then there was that flash again.

"Chloe! I've been trying to-" She cried, but then she was gone again.

My hand flew to my heart, which was beating wildly. Was this Liz, or something the Edison Group had sent to me to screw with my head.

As that thought whirled around in my head, I backed up again the sink.

Liz popped up again.

"-I wanted to reach you!" she said, running up right in front of me.

Shakily, I eyed her, head to toe. If she was an illusion, they did a pretty good job of getting every feature right.

She didn't blink away yet, though. She stared at me for a second, waiting to disappear, I assumed, but she didn't.

So she continued. "The Edison Group," She spoke fast. "They gave you pills, so you couldn't see me, and I've-"

"Pills?" I asked, my eyes widening.

Liz nodded, quickly. "When they took you and had you all strapped up, they injected you with the stuff they gave you in Lyle House, and I was trying to get to you, but-"

"Y-y-you were there?" I asked.

She nodded again.

And then she faded out again.

"Liz!" I called out.

She appeared again a second later.

"Other ghosts have been trying to get to you, too. To warn you guys. Mainly me. But those damn pills." She gritted her teeth. "Those things are hard to get through."

Worry clouded me again. I eyed Liz. I hadn't seen her in so long. It was comforting to know she was with me for a while.

"Where have you been?" I thought aloud.

Liz smiled a tiny smile.

"I can't really say. I'd be against the rules. But I had to tell you, Chloe, they're coming quicker than you thought. A lot quick-"

And she disappeared.

"Liz?" I called out frantically.

But she didn't come back.

I kicked the sink, hard. Then I whirled around again, looking to see if she had returned. She hadn't. I hoped she would later.

But I waited for five more minutes, calling her name, but she didn't pop back up. I still had a few questions for her. Did she know if Chase was alive? Had she seen my dad since she'd disappeared? Did she know if the Edison Group really had captives? Had they really taken Nate?

And then, of course, was the new question that had formed in my mind.

Would they pills have given me a false negative sign?

Keeping all these questions locked deep inside my mind and forcing a normal expression on my face.

For now, I'd have to keep all this to myself.

Now, I'd have to pretend I was okay.

I told them about Liz.

They'd all reacted the same;

"Were not ready."

And so we'd gone over more plans, more preparations, and more worries. And through all of that, Derek kept peeking over at me, almost every five minutes, scanning me to see if I was okay.

I fake smiled every time. As did I when Tori glanced at me, sympathy in her face. I think she could tell I was faking.

The time passed fairly quickly. Probably because my mind wasn't on conversation. It probably should have been; this was extremely important.

But it wasn't. It was echoing back to me my one and only worry at the moment.

What if the test was wrong?

Around five p.m., after doing nothing and watching the guys train (Adele eyed me, then said I didn't look too well and should stay out for today,), Derek came up to me as I was eating in the kitchen.

"Chloe." He said. My head bobbed up.

Derek kept his head down, as if not wanting to confront me. I could only see the crown of his head. "Can I, uh, talk to you?" He asked.

Oh God. He found the test. I immediately thought.

I put the apple in my hand down on the counter.

You don't know that. Just act normal.

"Sure." I tried to say in a cheery voice, but Derek looked up with a knowing look on his face. I swallowed.

Then he turned, and lead me into Tori's room.

When we arrived, Derek let me walk in and sit on the bed as he locked the door. Not a good sign.

My palms were suddenly sweaty, and my heart was racing again.

"Chloe?" He asked, his voice quivering. I pursed my lips.

He turned to me from the door. His green eyes were pleading.

"Are you pregnant?"

A long pause.

"No," I whispered, then swallowed again. "The test said no."

His brows scrunched at the word 'no'.

"Then why do I hear heartbeats?" He cocked his head to the side.

My breath caught. What did he just say?

"What?" I gasped, my hand automatically flying to my stomach.

He nodded slowly, then walked over to me. He softly sat down next to me, and then, hesitantly, he pressed his warm hand to my stomach.

And then there was a thump from inside me.

I jumped at first, unsure of what just happened. Then I realized what this meant.

"Your pregnant," Derek whispered. His eyes lit up as he looked up to me. And even though this was not supposed to be a good thing, I could've sworn, if only for the briefest moment, he smiled.

But then he paused. He stiffened, as if listening for something. He inhaled.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

His face suddenly was overcome with recognition. His eyes widened, and he became abruptly serious.

He suddenly swooped me up in his arms. "I smell werewolves." He said grimly.

He opened the door quickly, almost tearing it off it's hinges.

"Werewolves!" He barked. Everyone in the kitchen stopped what they were doing, and ran. Tori grabbed Emmeline and Tristan, and then followed the others.

Derek ran with me in his arms, and darted to the front door. The others were already outside.

As he kicked it aside, wide enough for us to get through, there was a boom from in the house.

And as we jumped onto the grass, the right side of the house went up in smoke.

"Oh my God." Tori whispered, holding her babies near to her chest. Derek turned in a circle, looking for someone or something.

Had the werewolves set it off?

Everyone was panting on the grass, grateful we weren't in ashes right now.

The left side blew up then.

Derek spun me around one more time, to look across the street.

And there they were. The men from my dream.

If it was possible, my heart rate increased.

A red headed, wide blue-eyed girl skipped across the street like nothing was wrong. I recognized her from my dream, also.

And from the flash of red at Rain Forest Café.

"Jamie?" Bryce coughed out from near Tori. She pursed her lips and turned toward him.

Bryce was wide eyed, and looked head over-heels for this girl. But the feeling apparently wasn't mutual, because she ignored him and turned back to Derek. Bryce looked confused.

"We haven't done anything to you," Adele said from somewhere behind me. "Why are you here?" She asked the girl-Jamie.

Jamie cleared her throat. "Alpha died." She said, her voice casual. Her voice was almost sing-songy.

"So?" Kit coughed.

"You guys need a new Alpha." Bryce figured. He looked pissed.

"Well, sorry. But you guys just tried to blow me and my friends up. They've treated me like shit all my life, and now you want me to be leader?" He gestured to the men still staring from across the street, and scoffed.

But Jamie was still staring at Derek.

"Not you," She briefly turned to Bryce. A look passed between them, but she snapped it short, turning back to us. I furrowed my brows.

She pointed an accusing finger at Derek.

"Him."

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Sorry about this chapter., IM leaving tomorrow and wrote it really fast.

Anywho,

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