Author's Note: Hey guys. This is my first fanfic, and I would really appreciate any comments/reviews/advice/criticism you have to offer. I know this chapter might be a little rough, but I'm attempting to lay out the mood and structure of the story a bit before getting into it (and I'm also doing it without a beta for now. We'll see how it goes.) Again, I'd love anything you have to offer.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Darkest Powers Trilogy, characters, plot, etc. But a girl can dream, right?


Chloe POV

Two weeks. We've been here for two weeks already, and noone has so much as mentioned a possible plan to us yet.

At first, it was great- getting to sleep in our own beds, not having to hide our powers or worry about being chased by the Edison Group- but the whole "sitting-around-and-waiting" thing is getting old fast. It's great that everyone is so kind and eager to help us, and I know I shouldn't be complaining, but at the same time, I can't help but think that we should be trying our best to figure out our next course of action, instead of sitting on our butts and doing nothing.

I know I should be trying to relax and let the more experienced members of our little misfit group work out the details, but I can't help but worry. We were planning to participate in a jailbreak- a rescue mission, where we would free all the imprisoned supernaturals, while at the same time, destroy the headquarters of the Edison Group; but no one has mentioned anything to us as of yet, and I'm getting anxious, because the Edison Group have my Aunt Lauren.

She was working for them, (she was the one who first brought me to them in the first place) but once she realized how dangerous they really were, she risked her life to help Tori and I escape. The last time I had seen her, she had been attacked from behind with a horrible spell, and lay bleeding on the ground. I was forced to leave her behind, and I now have no idea what the Edison Group could be doing to her…

"Chloe?" I jumped at the voice, before realizing it was just Tori. "You're not still moping around, are you?" She sat down on the couch next to me, and turned her whole body to face me.

"I'm not moping, Tori. I'm just…thinking."

"About what?"

"This whole messed up situation we're in."

"Ok then. Carry on." She got up and walked away, leaving me with my thoughts. However, a few minutes later, Simon appeared and sat down in the exact spot Tori had previously occupied.

"Tori says you're moping again."

"I'm not moping! I was just thinking about my aunt, and-"

"I would say that falls under the "moping" category." He said, cutting me off.

"She's my Aunt, Simon. How am I not supposed to worry, when she risked her life to save me, and I have no idea what's happening to her?"

"Chloe, it's out of our hands for now. We'll just have to wait until Andrew's figured out the plan. Then we can save her and everyone else who's trapped in that miserable place."

"That's true I guess, but I still think we should-"

"For now, all we should do is focus on learning to use our powers and stuff. And, we could work on that comic / journal we started." He suggested with a smile, cutting me off again.

"Okay. Thanks for trying to help, Simon."

"No problem! You know you can come to me for anything, right?"

"Yup. Thanks", I said, before he leaned over and pulled me into a hug. Maybe I was imagining it, but it seemed like he was holding onto me longer than a friendly hug entitles…

And, almost as if on cue, Derek walked in. He surveyed the scene in front of him with something unidentifiable in his expression. "Oh…sorry to…interrupt." He murmured before quickly exiting again.

Something about his expression bothered me, and I got up to follow him. Derek and I had become really close over the last couple of weeks, and I knew he was hiding something. The night we arrived at the SSH (Supernatural Safe House, or "Supes", as Simon called it) Derek had sat in the meeting room with his dad's friend Andrew, and they had talked for hours. Whatever they had talked about had caused Derek to become even more reserved around everyone else, and I was starting to worry. I was halfway to Derek's room when Andrew, Tori, and Simon caught up to me.

"Chloe! I'm so glad we found you. I just finished speaking with a few of my contacts and some other group members, and we've produced a plan of action. We've decided it's time to follow through."