Hello FanFiction readers! This is my first story, so criticizing and tips will be accepted! Mwah!

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Mia: "Whatcha doin?" **glances over shoulder**

Me: "Writing, what else?" **rollz eyez**

Mia: "Darkest Powers?"

Me: "Cheeyeeeaaa!" **huge smile**

Mia: "You do know you don't own DP, right?"

Me: "You know I DO own a gun, right?"

**Mia pales**

Derek POV

I was laying in bed, listening to the sobs and whimpers from the room next door. Chloe was having another nightmare, and there was nothing I could do about it. The sounds suddenly stopped, and I sat up, straining my hearing to make sure Simon hadn't gone in and comforted her. When I only heard her heavy, laboured breathing, and the creak of bed springs as she sat up, I relaxed. She was awake. Her nightmares no longer torturing her.

I heard her get up, stumble to the door, and out into the hall - creaking floorboards as she went.

I saw the faint glow of the bathroom light, seeping underneath my door, and watched it fade away as she closed the bathroom one. I heard the soft run of water, then the quiet hum of her automatic toothbrush. Why the hell was she brushing her teeth? Maybe something she did when she was bothered by something…

I heard a faint thud, and she grunted to pick up whatever she had dropped.

The hum shut off, and I heard the slosh of water as she spit.

The light came back under my door, then I heard a soft click, and the light disappeared all together.

I heard her soft footfalls as she headed back to her room, and the soft click of her door. I heard her shuffle around her room for a bit, so I decided she went back to bed.

I rolled over, facing the wall. Content that she was alright now.

Suddenly, thin arms were wrapping around me, and a tiny hand clamped over my mouth.

"What the fu-?"

Chloe POV

I walked to the washroom, sleep still tangled in my brain. I wanted to talk to Derek about my nightmare, but being a tired, lifeless zombie, wouldn't help. I shuddered at the thought of zombies and closed the washroom door. I decided to brush my teeth, the Mom would when she got up in the mornings.

"Mommy? Why do you brush your teeth when you wake up?" I asked her, staring at her, as I nibbled my waffle.

"Because," she giggled "Mommy can't afford tumbling down the stairs!"

"But why brush your teeth?" I tilted my head, confused.

"Because toothpaste chases Mommies sleep away." she giggled and kissed my cheek.

I was too caught up in the memory, to realize I was clutching the toothpaste until I dropped it. I grunted as I stooped to pick it up.

I finished up, then looked at my reflection in the dingy mirror. I turned off the light, then quietly padded back to my room. I shut the door, and started searching for my sweater.

Finally finding it, I decided to put the self defence I got from Derek to use. I slipped into the hallway, and tiptoed over to his room - grateful the floor boards didn't creak. I pushed open his door, closing my eyes tightly, expecting him to tell me to go, but when I peeked one eye open, he was facing the wall. Too bad for him.

I smirked to myself then quietly walked over. I knew he was awake, his breathing slightly faster and even. I wrapped my arms around his built form and a hand over his mouth.

"What the fu-?" he managed to mutter through my fingers, but I cut him off.

"No need for swearing, Derek. It's not very polite." I let him go, giggling then sat on the end of his bed.

"How did you get so…" He sat up, searching for words. "Stealthy?"

"I learned from the best," I answered him, forcing a giggle down.

His green eyes pierced mine, and I tried not to loose it.

"So what's up?" he asked leaning forward to my ear, then whispered in it. "Little Necro?"

A/N :I know that isn't very "cliffy" but I didn't know what to do. This came to me while I was reading other fan fics and I wrote it at 3 in the morning New Years day (: So enjoy fanfic readers! Review and I might write another chapter! Mwah!