Well, here's the Chloe and Derek moment that I have promised you... I'm not going to lie, this one really got away from me. I started writing this with an idea where I wanted it to go, what point I wanted to get across, what I wanted to happen between the two of them, but as soon as I started writing it completely fell through. Don't worry, it's not graphic and it's still rated T, the part I lost control of was not that part. I just don't know what to think of the chapter. It turned out completely different than what I wanted it to be, but I can't tell if it is good, okay, or oh-my-god-this-SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. So... yeah... go ahead and start reading... it's rather long.

Disclaimer: I would be rich, famous, and married to Derek right now if I owned The Darkest Powers series, since I am none of these it's obvious that I don't own it :(

Chapter 8: No Worries

Chloe didn't really remember much after Purple showed up and calmed Jessa down. She remembered eating and taking a shower; she remembered watching Kit pacing the kitchen, rubbing his forehead, trying to think of something to do; and she remembered feeling like she was moving in slow motion, or at least her brain was.

She assumed it was shock, it would make sense if it was shock. She was thinking this as she sat on the couch in the living room, a blanket wrapped around her, staring off into space her mind not really landing on anything, just bouncing around from one idea to the next. Simon was in the room too. He was sitting in a chair across from the couch she was on, his legs underneath him, his eyes staring blankly out a window. Chloe examined his face: pale, tired, and lost. He was taking the loss of Jessa really hard, the hardest really, seeing how he didn't just lose a friend he lost his love.

But she's not gone, Chloe thought to herself firmly, we can still get her back, we just need a plan. And that caused her to look through the kitchen door to see Kit pacing back and forth in front of the stove, trying, as he had been for the past few hours, to think of a plan. And so far with no luck at all.

She supposed she shouldn't complain, everyone had their weaknesses when it came to certain situations, and she guessed that trying to get someone unpossessed from a crazed demon was Kit's weakness. And, unfortunately, that was a weakness they couldn't afford to have.

Jessa was away right now, both her and Purple were. They needed to keep track Nadinka so they knew where Jessa's body was and what Nadinka was doing to it. Jessa said she was able to know where her body was at all times, so they needn't worry about losing Nadinka, all Jessa had to do was poof and see where her body was at the moment.

What they were more concerned about was not where Jessa's body was, but what her body was doing. Nadinka had expressed her love of chaos to them repeatedly in the short time in which they had met her, and what worried them all was what she planned on doing with Jessa's body. It was all too easy to imagine what Nadinka could do with Jessa's strength and her ability to turn into a wolf, add Nadinka's own powers to it and the amount of chaos that could be produced was drastically high, and all this was a danger for Jessa, or at least her body.

Chloe sighed and shifted position, wishing something would happen, that something would change the situation they were all in at the moment.

Derek pushed open the door that led to the kitchen. He had been helping Kit come up with a plan by bouncing ideas off of him, but after a while he fell silent, unable to come up with anymore ideas.

Derek sat down next to her on the couch. Chloe automatically shifted closer to him, lying her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"What are we going to do?" Chloe whispered, her despair clear.

"We're going to save Jessa." Derek stated quietly, resting his head on top of hers.

"How?"

"I haven't figured that part out yet." Derek admitted. Chloe smiled. She smiled even though what he said wasn't that funny, but because she knew that he was trying to be funny and cheer her up, something that was very hard for Derek to do since most of his humor consisted of extremely dry sarcasm.

She smiled a how much he cared for her, and how much he wanted to help, and shifted even closer to him, enjoying him being so close.

After a while Simon sighed and got to his feet, without glancing at them he left the room, his face a daze.

Chloe felt Derek lift his head off of hers as he watched the place where his brother had just left, confusion on his face as he tried to decide what he should do.

"I think it's best that he's left alone." Chloe murmured, watching Derek's face, "He just needs time to adjust to everything, to get rid of the shock, then you can approach him about it."

Derek gave her a pained look, one that said he was totally out of his element at the moment.

"He'll feel better once we have a plan," Chloe said with certainty, because she knew Simon would, they all would. Once they had a plan they would finally have something to do, and once they had something to do they would no longer feel like they just sitting around waiting for Nadinka to go destroy something, putting Jessa in danger.

Derek looked skeptic, she rolled her eyes, the way he worried about Simon... "Give him some time." Chloe said, "And once we have a plan he'll cheer up a bit. When Jessa comes back I'll communicate to him for her. He most likely doesn't want to talk right now, would you?" She was referring to if she had been possessed, not Jessa.

Chloe had meant for it to be a rhetorical question, but Derek, of course, didn't take it that way. "If it were me," He said, his eyes darkening at the thought, "I wouldn't be here, I would be on a plane hunting that demon down for stealing your body."

"And what would you do once you got there and realized you didn't have a plan?" Chloe asked, hating how Derek was so smart, how he was always looking ahead, but when it came to her and Simon and his dad he was more impulsive than the rest of them, not caring if he got hurt as long as they were okay.

"I would think of something." He said.

"Something that would involve you getting yourself killed most likely." She said, pulling away from him, turning to look at him "Derek, do you realize how mad I would be at you if you did something like that?"

"I know, but I would be helping you." Derek said, frowning, trying to understand what she was getting at.

"Not if you don't have a plan!" Chloe said exasperated, gesturing with her hands, "Not if you don't fully know what your up against! Not if you don't know how to get Nadinka to leave my body! Derek," Chloe sighed, trying to calm down a bit, "You can't just blindly walk into danger if you think you're doing it to save someone else. You can't just take risks with your life when waiting would be the smart thing to do!"

Derek was still frowning, "I know," He said quietly, "But I don't want you hurt, especially when I could do something to stop it." Most girls would think that was romantic, but Chloe just wanted to throttle him.

"And if you died?" She asked, trying to be blunt, trying to make him see that he wasn't expendable, "Then what we would do? You do realize that we need you Derek? That you're one of the reasons that we aren't dead every day?"

"Jessa can do everything I can," Derek said, just stating facts from the sound of his voice, "More actually."

Chloe's mouth dropped open in disbelief, "You can't be serious!" Derek looked completely serious, "You can't seriously believe that you are expendable, that Jessa could replace you?" Chloe looked at him with horror as he didn't argue with what she had said, "Derek! You can't think that!" Her heart dropped as he looked away from her. Did he really think that his death wouldn't impact them at all? That they wouldn't be affected?

"Derek," her voice was calmer, more reasonable as she tried to get him to look back at her, "Derek, look at what losing Jessa has done to us." She said, trying to get him to see, "We're not freaking out because we lost her strengths; because if you think about it there's nothing that she can do that me and you can't. We're freaking out because she is gone and we love her." Her voice was quiet, "We miss her, that's why we want her back, not because we want to use her, but because we love her." She looked at him with soft eyes as he continued to look away. "Derek," She said quietly, taking his big hand in hers, Derek lowered his eyes to look at their hands, "We all love you. You have a dad and a brother that would miss you so much if you were gone, I would just about die, Jessa would lose a good friend, Aunt Lauren would be sad, and I'm sure even Tori would miss you, not because you're a werewolf and can protect us, but because we love you. We love you, Derek, not what you can do."

Chloe paused, looking at their hands, intertwining her fingers with his, "I love you, Derek. If you die I wouldn't be sad because you would no longer be there to protect me, but because you would be gone. I would miss you; I would miss you so so much." Chloe's eyes started to get wet, how many times had she waited for Derek to come back from some risky plan that he had created, not even knowing if he would ever come back at all? Too many, and thinking about losing Derek seemed all too real for her, more real than it should be. "I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose you, Derek. I don't want to think about it. But I love you, Derek, and love isn't expendable, so that means that you aren't expendable; so if you go and get yourself killed because you went and did something stupid, I swear to you that I will make your afterlife a living hell."

She lowered her head, having nothing else to say, just trying to get the thought of Derek dying out of her head. The thought gave her a bad feeling; a sick, gross, horrid, empty feeling that made her want to curl up in a ball and weep for days on end.

Derek took used the hand that she wasn't already holding and lifter her chin up gently. His eyes seemed so vulnerable, like he let down his normal barriers. He smiled slightly at her, "I don't have a suicide wish, Chloe." Derek said quietly, "And I don't think that you guys are heartless and won't care if I died. But when one of you are in danger, I don't think about that. All I care about is keeping you guys safe and the consequences can be dealt with later. I don't purposely put myself in danger," Derek frowned, "Well maybe I do, but the only reason I ever do that is to keep you guys safe. In my mind you guys are worth more than I am." He rubbed his thumb against her cheek softly, "I know I'm not expendable, but I have to protect you, all of you, and if dying is the only way to do that, then I am willing to die. When I said Jessa can do everything I can do, I was just stating that if I was gone, you would still have someone to look after you guys like I did, someone to keep you safe."

Chloe felt a tear run down her cheek. How much has he thought about this? she wondered. She knew that werewolves have this pathological need to protect everyone they cared about, and when werewolves wanted to do something, they always did it in the extreme. She knew that Derek and Jessa were both willing to risk their lives for them to keep them safe, and she was willing to do the same, but she wasn't as drastic as those two were. They didn't think if someone they loved were in danger, and if they did think then it was about the safety of the person in danger, not about their own safety and that infuriated her.

Derek wiped away her tear using his thumb, his eyes staring into her. "What's wrong?" He asked quietly, his voice not alarmed as it normally was whenever she cried, which was rarely.

"I don't want you to die." She said, her voice thick.

"I'm not trying to die," Derek told her, "I'm trying to keep you safe so nothing bad happens to you. I almost failed today." His eyes got a far away look to them, "I couldn't do anything when Nadinka was trying to take you, trying to possess you and that, well, it scared me. A lot." Chloe was amazed that he actually admitted that. Derek never said that he was scared, and it was... well it just surprised her.

"Tell you what," Chloe said softly, leaning into him, "I will try to stop getting myself in danger and you will think a bit more before doing something stupid, agreed?"

Derek tilted her chin up to him, their faces just inches apart, and smiled at her, "Agreed."

And then his lips were on hers and she was wrapping her arms around his neck and his arms were going around her waist. It was wonderful to be kissing Derek because she loved it so much, and after such a crazy day and such a crazy conversation, she really just needed to be reminded that Derek was right there and both of them were okay. His tongue entered her mouth and she let him in, just getting lost in him.

His hands were moving up and down her body, but never in any danger areas that he knew would alarm her. When he started to push her down onto the couch she let him, knowing that she didn't have anything to fear because Derek knew what she wanted and what she didn't. He twisted, carefully, making sure their lips never parted, unitl she was lying on his chest and he was underneath her. Chloe's hands went to his hair as Derek's mouth moved to her neck. God, she loved him, loved him so much...

Someone cleared their throat and they both jumped.

A quick glance up showed Chloe that Kit was no longer in the kitchen.

She quickly scrambled off Derek, and stood her face bright red as she waited for what Kit was going to say.

But poor Kit looked horrible. His face was pale and his eyes had shadows under them and Chloe suddenly felt extremely guilty for giving Kit something else to worry about, now he would be thinking that they were going around and having sex every other day, which they weren't. But Kit didn't know that. She was ashamed of herself and looked at her feet, waiting for the lecture that she was, no doubt, about to receive.

But instead of speaking in an angry tone, like Chloe expected, Kit's voice was quite, almost lifeless, "I trust you two not to do anything stupid." He said, and Chloe looked up at he haggard face, "Don't disobey my trust by telling me one day that Chloe is pregnant." Chloe blushed furiously and glanced at Derek who was also bright red, "I'm not deluded into thinking that nothing happens between the two of you," Chloe, unbelievably blushed even more, "But I have yet to say anything about it because I trust you not to do something you could regret. You two are both very intelligent, think about the consequences of your actions before acting upon them." Kit stopped talking, and Chloe glanced at him, so embarrassed that tears were almost in her eyes.

"I think it's time that you went to bed now." Kit said it in such a way, that even though he voice didn't rise or even get hard in tone, it was still an non-arguable order.

Chloe quickly climbed the stairs that led to her room, Derek right behind her. Once up them, they both stood in the hallway, not looking at each other, thinking about what just happened.

"That was..." Derek started, and trailed off, looking for the right word.

"Embarrassing." Chloe finished, looking at him.

He flashed her a quick smile, which caused her to smile back, and laugh a bit. Then they were both laughing quietly at what had just happened, not because it was funny but because they were still shaky and shocked at how much Kit trusted them.

"We should probably go to bed." Derek said, once the laughter had died down.

"Yeah..." Silently, without having to communicate it between them, they both decided that they wouldn't sleep in the same bed that night. It seemed like betrayal to do such a thing after Kit had told them how much he trusted them.

"I'll see you in the morning." Derek said, pulling her towards him, lifting her chin, and gently putting his lips to hers.

"'Night." She said as they broke apart.

"Yeah," Derek was looking at her a he slowly made his way down the hallway towards his and Simon's room, "'Night."

Chloe watched as he stopped at his door and then entered, then she turned the knob on her door and did the same. Once inside she closed the door and leaned up against it, sighing.

She was completely flattered at how much Kit trusted them, but still, she didn't like how calmly he took catching them making-out on the couch. It just didn't seem right. If her dad had caught them Derek would be dead and she would be on a plane half-way to a convent or military school or something. She wasn't used to being trusted so much, but she guessed that Kit knew her better than her dad ever had and ever would, and the more you knew someone the more you trusted them.

Kit knew her and Derek enough to assume they wouldn't do something stupid, the stupid act he was referring to being sex. And he was right. They weren't that stupid. Chloe and Derek had been together a few months short of a year, long enough for normal couples to have already completed the act of stupidity. Not that it was that stupid, but in their case it was. Chloe and Derek both knew, and had had a few conversations about it, that 'doing it' was a risk, a risk they weren't willing to take. Sure, there was protection, but nothing was a 100% full-proof. What if Chloe did get pregnant? What would happen to her, when both her and Derek were experimented on? What would happen to the baby? How were they supposed to stay safe and hidden and on-the-run with a baby on the way?

Too many risks and too many unknowns. Neither were willing to flirt with danger just to have a short period of joy. Chloe was more than willing to wait, willing to hold it off until things became more stable and the Edison group and other groups that posed as a risk to them were stopped, that way if the worst did happen, if Chloe did get pregnant, they wouldn't have to worry as much. And Derek didn't want to risk Chloe getting pregnant, therefore making her more liable to getting hurt if they were ever captured or found, so he was willing to wait. Basically Kit didn't have anything to worry about.

Yep, Chloe thought, nothing to worry about but a possessed werewolf/necromancer being controlled by a demon with a taste for destruction heading straight for Vegas in the hopes of having a party of chaos after being trapped in a house in the middle of Kentucky for the past few centuries. Yep, no worries.

And with that thought, Chloe headed towards her bed and tried to sleep after such a stressful day.

Soooooooooooooooo... Is is good, bad, really really bad? I don't know what to think of it. PLEASE REVIEW! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Thanks- Cheerfully Blue

P.S. I have no idea what I'm going to do with the next chapter. I'm going to have to think of something so it could be a while. I'm not sure how long 'a while' is, sooooo... yeah.

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