A/N: OK, so after tonight's episode of The Nine Lives of Chloe King, I finally got a few ideas on what to write. It might be a multi-chapter fic, but I'm not sure yet. It's Chalek (I don't really ship anything else on the show). I may or may not write a Paul/Amy story. I'm leaning toward 'may'.

Oh, and for the record, I really don't care if his name was spelled Alyec in the book. I've read some of it (I stopped after I 'accidently' skipped to the last few pages. If you've read the books, you know why) and I know it's spelled Alyec. But in the show it's spelled Alek and, since I'm basing this off of the show, I'm spelling it like that. So complaining I spelled it wrong is just going to be a waste of your time and mine. Thank you!

Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would be doing better things other than sitting in front of my computer. Like, maybe, I don't know… Putting Alek and Chloe together? Oh, yeah. That's definitely what I'd be doing. Brian would be long forgotten. Say it with me now… "Brian who?"

Still damp from the rain that had been falling (and getting thrown in the water tied up in chains by a scar face freak didn't help), Chloe King watched Brian drive off, emotions warring with one another. Should she ignore him, cutting off all contact and sparing his life? Should she just remain friends with him, still sparing his life? Or should she be selfish, starting a relationship with a guy she really liked, knowing he'd die in the end.

God, being a teenager sucked.

She stared at his shrinking taillights before turning to head back inside. Instead, she ran into Alek. To say she was shocked to see him would be an understatement. After reassuring him she was fine, she asked in astonishment, "You stayed here the entire time?"

He stared at her, hazel eyes burning into her blue ones, "You told me to."

Chloe's heart melted. He had stayed in the cold rain, this whole time, just because she had asked him to? They looked at each other for a few seconds before Alek, giving her one last look, took off. She watched him run, looking from Brian's disappearing car to Alek's quickly retreating form.

She stood outside, looking back and forth between the two, before the cold air finally got to her, sending her inside, where a nice, warm- no hot, shower was waiting for her.

O.o.O

She sat curled up with her mom, mind in a daze. She thought of her choices: She could follow her heart or her destiny. The only problem was she didn't know if following her heart would be the same as following her destiny.

Truthfully, she had always liked Alek. How could you not? With deep hazel eyes, muscular body, a 'bad boy' rep, dirty blonde hair, good looks, and, to top it all off, a British accent, he was pretty much every girl's dream. And part of that group was Amy.

She had only pretended not to like him for her friend's sake. It would be nice to talk to her best friend about it, but she was afraid that that would come between them. But now that Amy had Paul (and that they found out it would be lethal for her to have any type of 'intimate relationship with Alek)… Chloe wondered if now would be the time to tell her.

She would understand… or would she?

With one glance at the clock, revealing the time to be midnight, Chloe went up to her room, making an excuse to her mother that she was tired. That was partially true; almost getting killed by a psycho who wanted your entire race dead did tire a person out. She sat on the edge of her bed, pushing her razor sharp claws out, only to retract them a second later.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump what felt like a mile off her bed. Claws out (literally), Chloe turned to see Jasmine standing by her bed, an amused expression on her face, one eyebrow raised.

Taking in a deep breath and trying to slow down her thudding heart, she glared out her. "Is this a family thing, or a Mai thing?" She asked sarcastically.

A small smirk graced Jasmine's pretty face. "Both." Sitting down next to her, Jasmine looked at Chloe, eyes full of concern. "Are you alright? I could feel your sadness and indecision from the roof."

She looks like she really… cares, Chloe thought. And she found herself spilling everything to the fellow Mai girl. From her fears of what will happen to her cluelessness on what to do with Brian and Alek. Jasmine listened intently, not interrupting, nodding at the appropriate points.

"And I don't know what to do." Chloe finished, mentally chastising herself for not breathing more during her tirade.

Jasmine was thoughtful for a minute. "I cannot, and will not, tell you what you should do. It's up to you. You can have a relationship with Brian, but nothing intimate. You and I both know it will kill him. As for Alek, I'm not going to say anything. It really is up to you. No one is forcing you to make a decision soon. And if they are, they're not good for you. Chloe, it's your decision to make. And I just hope you make it wisely." She stood walking over to the window. She turned to Chloe again. "Oh, and I'm not meddling or anything, but when I was running to come after you, I saw, well… Brian didn't wait. He drove off but came back when he found your phone in his passenger seat." And with a wink, she jumped out and up of Chloe's bedroom window.

O.o.O

"Goodbye… Chloe." A man with three claw-like scratches on his left cheek said, sneering her name with a smile on his face. She stared into his soulless eyes before he shoved her from the window of the Plaza. From the top story.

She didn't have time to scream. She cut through the air like a knife would cut through butter. The air was sucked from her lungs. The ground was approaching fast, people somehow not noticing her as she plunged to her death.

She hit the concrete with a thud, he head smashing against it before the rest of her body. She felt as if every bone in her body had broken before she felt nothing, her eyes closed, not moving, blood seeping from her head.

She was aware of someone shouting her name in the distance, worry lacing their yells. She wasn't aware of anything else. It was like she was floating. And then her eyes shot open.

"Chloe. Chloe! CHLOE!"

She shot up, almost knocking heads with Alek. He was kneeling on her bed, hands still on her shoulders from his attempts to wake her up.

"Wha – Alek?" Chloe tried to clear her muddled thoughts, filled with sleep and the nightmare she kept reliving.

"Are you alright?" He whispered softly, as to not wake her mother up. Not that she'd get in too much trouble. Mrs. King had said no boys in her room when she wasn't home. Her mother was home. Just downstairs, across the house, in her big, almost soundproof master bedroom. Nevertheless, Chloe heart fluttered at his concern.

"Fine. It was nothing." She mumbled, staring hard at her blanket.

"It certainly didn't sound like nothing. I could hear you whimpering from a couple houses away."

She flushed a bright red, thankful it was dark. But that relief was short lived when she remembered he could see in the dark. She blushed an even deeper red.

Chuckling lightly, Alek put his finger under her chin and brought her eyes to meet his. She could see him as well as he could see her. "No need to feel embarrassed, love. We all have nightmares." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side while lying down next to her. "Now why don't you tell me what yours was about?"

Still red and trying to convince herself she was hearing things (why would Alek call her 'love'?), she attempted to tell him, ignoring his close proximity. It proved to be a very difficult task. Especially when all she wanted to do was bury her face in his chest and breathe in the smell of his cologne, rain, and something that could only be described as purely Alek.

She took a deep breath. "It was about when I was thrown off of the Plaza." She told him meekly, turning to look at him, causing him to adjust more comfortably. Now they were facing each other. As she stared into the eyes that were holding so much concern, concern for her, his words of encouragement and comfort dulled to a low, British hum.

The electricity between them flew as she just stared at him. He broke off slowly when he realized she had stopped listening.

Lying there, in the dead of night, she felt her feelings for Brian, the handsome and mysterious college guy with the kitty hat, disappearing as she stared into his eyes. They kept getting smaller and smaller until they weren't there. They didn't exist anymore. They were just… Gone.

Chloe leaned in at the same time he did. His eyes flickered from her right eye to her left eye and back again, looking for any signs that would tell him to stop. He found none.

They continued leaning in until, finally, their lips met.

A/N: And… that's where I'm gonna stop. I still don't know if I'm gonna leave it as a one-shot or not. Should I continue this? Or should I right a Paul/Amy one? Or should I do both? Let me know.

And for my parting note: TEAM ALEK!