Well it's been more than a week, so here you go. Thank you so much for all your supportive reviews, I really appreciate it. You guys inspire me. Also I'm very sorry for all the spelling and grammar mistakes, I was upset about last week's situation and didn't check it very well, I'll try to do better... xx

I was walking with Derek hand in hand along a field, the sun casting a glow on the grass and flowers beneath our feet. A cool breeze swirled around us ruffling our hair and clothes. Derek's warm hand in mine and me thinking this is where I want to be. I gazed into Derek's eyes and he gazed into mine; his emeralds to my sapphires. Derek opened his mouth to speak, probably to say I love you and I would be all too willing to say the same to him.
But suddenly black clouds rolled in and the cool breeze turned into rough winds. The ground started to crack beneath our feet and my hand slipped from his. A huge crack separated us. The sound of cracking earth under Derek's feet made my eyes widen in fear. Before I knew it Derek was falling beneath the cracks, falling into nothing. I cried out his name over and over, tears sliding down my face. The last I saw of Derek was his bright green eyes being swallowed into the darkness.

"Chloe, Chloe," A smug, cold voice called from behind me. I turned around and there stood Jasper O'Neil. He stood in front of me smirking, wearing a grey suit and shiny Italian shoes, his blond brown hair looking like dirt in the dark light. "You can join Derek you know. You can join your little friends. All you have to do is jump," he gestured to the crack. "One simple motion and you can join your beloved Derek."

Suicide? If I jumped I could be with Derek. I could be with Tori and Simon and I wouldn't have to be alone. I have nobody left. I am alone.
You can join your beloved Derek. The thought of O'Neil saying Derek's name sparked a fury in me. I lunged at him, kicking and punching him as much as I could. All the while O'Neil laughed and grabbed my wrists. "You really are pathetic Chloe," he laughed. He threw me on the ground so I landed near the crack where Derek fell. Then he disappeared. I didn't know where and I didn't care. All I knew was that Derek was dead. I knelt beside the crack and cried till no end and kept saying Derek's name again and again.

"Chloe, Chloe," someone said again. This time the voice was different. This time—

"Chloe. Chloe, wake up," someone was shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and found the same green eyes I dreamed about. Derek stopped shaking me and looked at me worried. "Are you awake now?"

"Yes—yeah, I'm awake," I sat up. "What is it? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I was going to ask you that. I was asleep and then I heard you calling my name. I knocked on your door but you didn't answer so I came in and you were crying in your sleep, saying my name over and over. It took me ages just to wake you up. Are you okay? You're still crying."

I reached up and felt my wet cheeks. I wiped the tears away quickly, hoping that in the early morning dark he couldn't see me blush. "I'm fine; it was just a bad dream. Sorry I woke you. You better get back to sleep."

"What was the dream about?" He said ignoring my advice. "You seem pretty shaken."

"I'm fine," I lied.

"You're a terrible liar." Even now Derek could always see through me. "Tell me, it might make you feel better."

It would make me feel better and there's no other person I would rather talk to but I can't. I really wish I could but I can't.

"Is it that you can't tell me, not that you don't want to?" He said like he read my mind. "That's okay. You still look shaken; do you want something to eat or drink?"

I nodded and swung my legs off the bed and followed him out the room. I really didn't have an appetite but I just wanted to be near him. I know I shouldn't have wanted to be with him, but I can't help it. I know this isn't the Derek that loves me yet—or is he? I never really found out when Derek started to love me. But anyway—I love Derek, no matter what time I'm in. I wonder if he finds it weird that I'm three years older than him. I'm nowhere near as tall as him but I'm taller than the Young Me, I have longer hair now and I definitely filled out in all the right places. Does he notice all these things?
80% of me is saying that I shouldn't be thinking these things, but the other 20% of me can't help but hope. Is it wrong?

"So, what do you want?" Derek asked, snapping me out of my babble. "Anything to drink or eat?"

"I'll, uh, have some water."

He raised his eyebrows at me, picked up a glass and filled it with water. He passed the water to me silently and turned around to rummage in the fridge. He came out with a pack of bacon and some ketchup. He went to the stove and put the bacon in a frying pan. He turned back to me and looked at me like I was about to explode.

"I really am fine," I tried for a smile but it soon faltered.

"I don't believe you. It must've been a really bad dream and that's not reassuring for me seeing as I was in it."

"You were—what?"

"Remember I told you that I heard you saying my name in your sleep? You were crying as well. I don't take that as a good sign. It must've been a terrible nightmare about me if it made you cry," A troubled look passed over his face.

I hate seeing that face. "Oh no, it wasn't a dream like that. It wasn't about you—I mean it was about you but not in that way. It wasn't anything bad, only slightly. It was just upsetting and reminded me of what happened or happens. It's just too much to handle in one night," I let out in a rush.

Derek was frowning. "So, something bad happens in the future, bad enough to give you nightmares. And it involves me. That doesn't sound good."

Why can I never keep my mouth shut? I was already spilling all my secrets in one night. I looked into Derek's eyes and tried to come up with a good excuse but my words got stuck in my throat when I looked into those green eyes that I love so much. Images of when I went through the portal flashed in my mind, of my family getting shot, of the dream, of O'Neil. With all those thoughts came a tidal wave of emotions. What am I going to do?

Before I knew it I was crying so hard that sobs broke out. Derek stood up startled. "What's wrong? What did I say?"

I couldn't answer so I just cried harder. Derek came over to my side and put his arm around me awkwardly. It felt good to be in his arms again, even if it's not exactly the same as before. Needing to be closer to him I grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me. He put his arms around me in an embrace and said soothing words to try to get me to calm down. I cried into his shirt until I was too tired to produce anymore tears.

"I'm sorry. I don't usually just brake down and cry like this. I'm just... I'm just overwhelmed with everything, you know? This must be incredibly weird for you."

"Chloe what happens?" He breaks away from me so he could get a better look at my face. "Whatever it is, we can help you. You don't have to do this alone," there was a concerned tone in his voice.

I drew in a shuddering breath, to tell him something—anything. To tell him why I'm here, tell him all the bad things that happened... to tell him he belongs with me. I would have said all those things at that moment if Simon hadn't walked in the kitchen.

His hair was messy from sleep and his eyes were puffy and blood shot. "What are you doing? The bacon is burning," he pointed at the smoky, black clouds billowing from the stove. Derek jumped up and moved to the frying pan, he picked it up and threw it into the sink under the running water.

I wiped my face before Simon could become fully aware of what was going on. "Never thought I'd see the day when Derek messes up food," he said pouring himself a glass of orange juice. "So, what was so important that Derek didn't realise his bacon was burning?"

I hopped off my chair and murmured an excuse to get out the room. I doubt Derek would say anything to Simon but I still wanted to get out of there. I had to get a grip on my emotions.

I took a cold shower and changed into the same clothes I took from Aunt Laurens house. Andrews said he was going to get me some other clothes to wear when he shops with Gwen later today. I checked my ankle only to see that it was swollen from ignoring the pain and putting a lot of weight on it. I re-bandaged it and made sure it looked like I hadn't been crying before I went back down stairs. Everyone was still in the kitchen having there breakfast. I walked in and tried as best I could to avoid Derek's eyes. I sat down next to Me and she beamed at me.

"What are you going to teach me today?"

I smiled back. "You'll see. But I must warn you, you may not like what I have to tell you." Young Me's smile slackened.

"I can handle it."

"I know."

"You're teaching Chloe her Necromancy lesson?" Simon asked. "That's cool. Can I come?"

"We can't go anywhere because of my ankle. Probably just go into the garden. It's a nice day; we can sit out on the patio."

After breakfast Me, Simon, Tori, a wary Derek and myself sat out on the patio. Me sitting opposite me on the ground and the others sitting on the deck chairs. Apparently this lesson is interesting to everyone.

"Okay, so you know the basics. A Necromancer can see, raise and control the dead. But as time went on I found out that I can do other things with my—our—power. It can be used as a defence and an offence as well as just a nuisance."

Me straightened up at the sound of using my power as a offence. "Like what?"

"Are you sure you're not going to freak? I learnt this stuff a few years older than you."

Me nodded. "I can take it, I want to know." Not only was Young me interested in what I had to say but everybody else was as well, they were all leaning forward in anticipation.

"Well, there's an even darker side to Necromancy. I can cast hexes, and only hexes, on anybody I want. I can make someone feel what it's like to die, without them actually dying. And last but not least I can... how do I explain it? Like, leave my body. Become a spirit myself, but it's very dangerous and if I leave for too long it's hard for me to get back into my own body. Well that's it, any questions?" I finally finished and looked into Young Me's face. It was completely drained of blood, no colour in Me's cheeks what so ever. I looked over to Simon, Tori and Derek and saw their faces a mask of shock. I waited for it to all to sink in before I continued, seeing as there were no questions. I was about to continue before Tori spoke.

"So... so can all Necromancers do that? Or can you only do those things because of the Edison Group?" Tori asked looking just as pale as Young Me.

"They're all the many gifts the Edison Group gave me," I said bitterly. "If anything I wish I didn't have them."

"Have you—have you used them?" Tori spluttered.

This is the question I've been dreading and been waiting for. A hard look covered my face as I met everybody's eyes. "I wish I could say that I haven't and that I never found out I had them... but then I'd be lying. I would also be lying if I said they never come in handy because they do." I turned towards Myself. "We don't have to continue if this is too much for you."

Me sat up straighter. "No, I want to continue. Tell me about the hexes, what do they do?"

"Well, a Necromancer is sometimes said to have a little bit of Wizard or Witch magic, only darker. This little bit of magic in a Necromancer lets them cast hexes. They're very complex and take a lot of practice. These are the ones I know of and can cast: A hex for bad luck, weaken somebody and take their energy, conjure a black bolt of lightning and, like I said, make someone feel death. To cast a hex is exactly the same as casting a spell like a Witch or Wizard."

"You said it's darker than Wizard and Witch magic. Wouldn't that be black magic? I heard that black magic can corrupt you," Derek said, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"The Edison Groups experiments pretty much solved all that stuff."

He raised his eyebrows. "'Pretty much'?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. Did he always have to do this? I cleared my throat before answering. "The Edison Group made sure the magic didn't corrupt me enough that it made me go over to the dark side, if that's what you mean Derek."

"They also made sure that magic didn't stop you from quoting Star Wars," Simon grinned at me.

I grinned back. "I do use the magic but I'm still me. I'm only different to all of you because... well because I am different now. I know how to use my powers better, I know self defence and I'm not afraid to pick up a weapon. As time goes on we all change dramatically, sometimes for the best, sometimes for the worst."

"Okay so what are some of the hexes?" Young Me asked, eager to learn something.

I smiled at Me. "I can't teach you the hexes when you can barely send a ghost away. Why don't we start with that?"

Disappointment showed on Me's face but she agreed all the same.

We spent the rest of the day summoning and banishing dead animals we found in the woods. It was tiring and frustrating but Young Me started to get the hang of it after a few hours practise. When it started to get dark we went back into the house and sat down for dinner. Everybody was in a lighter mood and there was easy conversation at the table.
Until the knock at the door.

Andrew went to answer the door. He was out there for ages; I knew something was wrong because Derek stiffened. After a few minutes Andrew came in looking grim and confused. He looked at me and said.

"Chloe, someone's here to see you," Andrew moved aside to reveal a girl with copper skin and dark ringlet hair, standing in the doorway, dirty, wearing a single shirt without any shoes on.

Rae.

Shock went through my body like a current.

"Chloe," she chocked. Her face was dirty and tear streaked, her hair was a mess and sticking up at all angles. She only wore a big shirt that covered her torso and some of her thighs. "I need your help."

Mwahahaha... Another cliffy. You'll just have to wait and see what happens next.
What do you think about adding to Chloe's power? Should I edit this chapter because you want to keep Chloe's power the same? Or do you think it's okay? Also what do you think about the older Chloe and young Derek chemistry? Too weird or should I keep adding Chlerek moments? Your wish is my command, tell me what you want to see! Thanks for reading and please, please, please REVIEW!
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