A/N: I had fun writing this chapter. I'm positive you're going to like it a lot. I have a question for writers out there though; I'm curious. How many of you fan fiction writers out there actually write down their story with paper and pen, and then typed it on the computer? I'm sure I'm not the only one out there who uses this strategy. Well give me your opinion; Is it easier to just type the story or actually write it? Well anyways here's the wanted chapter two! Enjoy!

Alek walked swiftly to his room, his head throbbing. He was still shocked at what he found out about Dy-Deryn. How could this have happen? How could he not have notice that Dylan was actually a girl?

True, Alek had past encounters in which he had mistaken a woman for a man. It was the time when he thought Lilit was a man in Istanbul, but that was because she acted like a man. Now it was the same thing all over again with Deryn, except this time it had taken him a long time to realize, that Deryn was a girl. How embarrassing. What was wrong with him?

All this thinking started making his head hurt even more, so he decided to get ready for bed. He went to the restroom to tend to his teeth, washed his face and ran a comb through his copper curls. When he was done, Alek practically ran to his bed. He slipped into the comforter, relishing the feeling of his silky pajamas against the caress of the cotton soft sheets.

Alek reached over to the lantern resting on his night stand and twisted it off. Darkness engulfed him as he rested. Now to get some well deserved sleep, he thought. He closed his eyes and flipped over to his side. At first he tried to sleep, but his thought won over his drowsiness. His thoughts in particular kept on navigating towards Deryn.

What was she doing right now? Perhaps she was still in the machine room, sitting on the bench, crying like a baby. No, Deryn may me a girl, but that didn't mean she wasn't tough. She probably dusted herself off and swiped her shoulder as if shooing-away a fly and left. Yes, that's exactly what she would have done, but she looked practically broken down when he left her, almost like another person. Well she was another person, wasn't she? Of course she was. She wasn't even a "he" anymore and had never been.

Not only had she kept her secret away from him, she had the nerve to have feelings for him. It wasn't fair! How was he supposed to like her, if he'd known her all along to be a boy? He wasn't like that or else he'd be gay. People just didn't fall in love like that.

I need to stop this madness, Alek thought. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, but that only made his eyes hurt and tried once again to find sleep. But sleep was out of his depths.

He kept on hearing her different girlish voice in his head, "You promise...you promise ME, Alek!" She had shrieked. He had quickly dismissed the comment and replied what came to mind, that his promises were basically worthless.

But why had he said that? Even though he now knew her secret, she had always been a good friend, boy or not. Alek started feeling uneasy inside. Suddenly he was repenting what he said to Deryn. Was it fair and necessary to say what he said to her?

After all she begged that they would only be friends and nothing more, but Alek, being the fool he was, said the things he said.

I was a bit too harsh on her, he thought. Maybe tomorrow I'll make it up to her...but wait what if she doesn't even want to see me? No, surely she would want to see him, even after all the things he had said, because she loves me, he thought as he finally found the recesses of sleep.

Little did Alek know that love could quickly blossom into something equal. Hate.

That night Alek dreamed of Deryn. On the tip-side if the Leviathan, Deryn was walking towards him, her golden locks slightly longer were slashing in her face from the wind. Her arms were stretch out, as if beckoning him for a hug. Her eyes were bluer than the Caspian Sea and contain a spark of something mischievous. Her -porcelain doll face was all serious.

When she reached him, she grimaced and said, "There you are, you daft prince. I was looking for you."

God's wounds, she was breathtakingly beautiful, he thought. All Alek could do was smile dumbly at her.

She frowned. "Hello...anyone home in the old attic?" she waved her hand back and forth in front of his face.

Alek blinked and grabbed Deryn's flying hand and brought it to his chest. His emerald eyes stared deeply into her sapphire eyes.

"Uh, Alek, why do you look like a love-sick daft person?" She questioned.

"Because I am, he replied and pulled her into an embrace. His lips sought hers hungrily and with eagerness. He kissed her for what seemed like a long time, until he noticed that she was in fact, not returning his kiss.

He pulled back, only to see that Deryn was no longer there. It was as if she disappeared into thin air.

"Deryn," he called. "Come back to me."

No reply came, and suddenly the air was knocked from his stomach and he was falling, what seemed like an endless fall, until he hit the Leviathan's membrane. Stars displayed before his eyes. When his vision cleared, he saw an angel. Her golden hair and endless halo and her eyes matched the heavens above.

Somehow, Deryn had snuck away from him and then punched him. She was a swift lassie; he had to give it to her.

Deryn leaned down to his level and whispered in his ear, "No more lip-locking with me...ever. You got that?" she jumped up and jogged in the opposite direction of the Leviathan's length.

Alek sprung from his bed and looked around him. He touched his stomach, but felt no pain. It was only a nightmare. There was one thing he was certain of, though...he wouldn't be lip-locking with Deryn Sharp anytime soon. For now.

A/N: How'd you like that? I plan to bring Newkirk into the story soon. I have a plan for this story, but I'm kind of going off my notebook; scanning and revising and vice versa. Yesterday, while I was coming home on the school bus, I wrote this whole chapter. Who could blame me, though? What's a girl supposed to do when you got an hour to be on the bus before you get home? (I live in the country, mind you) Of course, I thought of my fanfic and busted out the ol' journal and started to jot down my brilliant ideas. Well anyways, I like to thank you personally for reading this much of my story so far, so thank you and remember to review, because your thought matter to me and I'm always open to new ideas.