This is my first fanfic ever so be gentle...

The Nine Lives of Chloe King is my new favorite show, and the way the writers have the Alek/Chloe relationship progressing is a little too slow for me. So... I took matters into my own hands. This story is going to be based on the show but not exactly, lets just say I'm not a Brian fan and he will be making his exit shortly... hope you enjoy this.

I never planned on being the Uniter or some chosen one. I mean those terms are best left for films and fictional novels. Things like that just don't exist, not in my world— Or so I thought.

A couple of weeks ago the most life altering thing going on in my life was turning sixteen, and now I'm suddenly being hunted down by some scar faced freak who is apparently working for some kind of Order.

Don't get me wrong my newly acquired abilities are pretty damn cool, but I could do without the constant need to watch my back. I know that I wished for things to change, but this is just ridiculous. Now I need to focus on not getting killed or accidentally kissing a guy. Not only am I a freak, but I now possess the kiss of death; just what every girl wants to hear. I still can't believe Xavier died, and I'm the one who caused it. I wish I could take it all back. I would give up all of these gifts, good and bad, if it meant not having someone's death on my conscious.

I sighed and wiped away the tear that had rolled down my cheek.

And that's when I heard it. The subtle creaking of wood above me. I stopped breathing for a moment hoping it was just my imagination. But I heard it again and there was no mistaking it this time. Those were footsteps— Someone was on the roof.

A wave of panic shot through me as the first thing that came to mind was my mother. I know for a fact the Order has absolutely no problem in threatening my family and friends. I may have eight more lives to go, but she sure as hell doesn't.

I guess you could say my instincts took over because the fear was quickly pushed away.

Without a second thought I quickly put on a pair of shoes and slipped into my grey hoodie.

I walked over to my bedroom window and pushed it up as silently as possible.

I cast a glance over my shoulder, looking at the door, before finally making my way over the window sill, landing on the asphalt rooftop with a soft thud.

I took a look around and saw nothing, but my ears were telling me something completely different. I could hear the very distinct sound of footsteps nearby. So somebody really was on the roof? After what I've been told and seen in the last couple of days nothing shocks me anymore. My inner monologue was immediately stopped when I saw them. A few houses down there was someone wearing dark clothing. I couldn't see there face because of their hood was up, but they were definitely watching me.

"Hey!" I called out.

They turned around and ran. I immediately took off after them.

The way they moved wasn't normal in the least. They seemed to glide effortlessly over the rooftops. They were fast too, but I kept up. Now that I think about it they moved a lot like me as of lately.

I jumped over the roof they'd just gone over and landed on a flat concrete rooftop of what appeared to be a shop. I looked around while catching my breath, but I saw no one. Great I lost them. I couldn't decide if this was a good or bad thing. They could come back just as easily as they had left.

I jogged over to the buildings ledge and jumped up. Looking down I saw nothing but a dark alley. It was definitely a long drop down.

Suddenly I got that feeling as though someone were watching me.

Crap, I knew it was too easy.

I felt a presence behind me and turned around quickly, shocked by what I saw, but before I had time to react to who was before me I felt myself losing my footing on the ledge. I gasped at the exact same moment that I felt a pair of strong hands grabbing my wrist and pulling me forward. My body soon collided with a solid chest.

Apparently the collision was more forceful than either one of us anticipated because we both ended up on the ground. A low groan brought me back to reality. My fall was broken by the body that was currently under mine… I guess he wasn't so lucky. That's right, he—Alek.

My green eyes snapped up to meet his Hazel ones.

"Now would this be the second or third time that I've saved your life?" Glad to see his humor was still intact. He was fucking smirking. Bastard. I would have to be blind to not notice how gorgeous he really was, especially this close, but then he had to go and open that smartass mouth of his.

Normally British accents would make me melt and not care at all about the meaning of the actual words, but in Alek's case it was no match for his cockiness.

Well looks like he's forgotten that I can give just as much as I can take. I huffed and was about to give him my own snaky remark when I noticed our positioning. For one I was still on top of him; his arms however had now rapped themselves around my waist and I was still clutching onto his shoulders. I looked anywhere but his eyes. Okay… this is awkward.

"Cat got your tongue?" I gave him a pointed look.

"Very funny" I pushed forcefully against his chest, getting out of his hold and up to my feet. He chuckled before following suit and brushing himself off. I took the opportunity to get a good look at him. The outfit he was wearing was definitely meant for stealth. He was wearing dark faded jeans and a black hoodie. He even had a black beanie on. What, was the guy planning a heist or something?

"So what's up with the Mission Impossible attire and why were you on my roof?" I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him an expectant look.

He took off his beanie and ran his hand through his hair.

"Hey, snide remarks are my thing." He said this with narrowed eyes, but I could tell a smile was fighting to make its way onto his lips.

I chuckled but said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

His face lost its humor and he looked me directly in the eyes.

"I'm trying to keep you safe. It's my job to make sure nothing happens to you." His jaw noticeably tensed and his eyes darkened, "speaking of which, do you know how easily I could have killed you just now? All I had to do was push and you would have lost another life." With that said he sat up onto that very ledge I almost fell from, looking frustrated.

For some reason I felt guilty. He was right, there is a fine line between daring and carelessness. I apparently had to learn where exactly it was drawn, and stop crossing it.

I sighed and walked over to where he was sitting, taking a seat next to him.

"Look Alek, you're right and I'm sorry," He finally looked up at me, seeming much calmer. "But I didn't know it was you. I thought you were one of them. All I thought about was protecting my mom. Its really hard knowing someone you care about could be in constant danger."

He mumbled something that sounded along the lines of tell me about it. I acted as though I didn't hear him and didn't press for him to elaborate.

"Why did you run though? Why not just say "Hey Chloe its Alek no need to freak out."

He looked at me for a second and then grinned.

"Lets just say it was a test, and you failed."

Noticing my obvious disbelief, he continued.

"The fact is there are people out there that want you dead. You need to always be conscious of that. You need to be able to set apart risks you should take from risks you shouldn't."

He reached out and touched my shoulder.

"I know you want to keep your mother safe, but don't do it alone. That's what they want. To distract you and get you by yourself. Next time if you feel your being watched, call Jasmine or myself. If you ever feel threatened call me any time and I'll be there as fast as I can. You're not in this alone you know."

His hand gave my shoulder a light squeeze and he smiled in reassurance.

I gave him a small smile back, but was eager to get rid of the serious and intense vibe around us. So… I couldn't help myself.

"Wow… who knew Alek "Jocko" Petrov had a soft and caring side." I laughed and got up walking away, leaving him shaking his head in disapproval.

He was in front of me faster than I could blink.

Stupid superhuman speed.

I was backed up into the wall leading to the steel door of the rooftop. Both of his hands were placed on the old brick wall on both sides of my head.

"See there's this thing called personal spa—"

"Shut up" He said abruptly cutting me off.

He started to lean in.

Oh God, here we go again.

I closed my eyes waiting for the contact.

Except I didn't feel his lips on mine. I felt his breath by my ear.

"Lets get one thing straight, I am not soft." He said in a low voice.

I shivered involuntarily and he chuckled, pulling back to look at me. I simply stared at him. What was there to say?

"Cold?" He asked with a knowing look.

I scoffed and pushed him away, "You wish."

I began walking away, making my way over to the wall that I had leapt from earlier. I could still hear him laughing.

Once I made it back into my bedroom I thought about what he had said. You're not in this alone you know. Those seven words echoed in the back of my mind. I know I have a lot depending on me, but I still have a hell of a lot to learn about separating my Mai instincts from my human impulses. Like I said, the line keeps getting blurry and my lives aren't the only thing I'm worried about.

Well that's Chapter 1, tell me what you think. If you guys like it I will gladly continue. I'm not going to be one of those people who say give me a certain # of reviews and I'll update, although reviews do make me happy :)

QUESTION: How should Brian make his exit? Or do you really want him to stay?