The Sleepover is put on ICE

"This is the US Immigration and Customs Enforcement! You have been warned prior that you are in violation of federal law and have entered this country illegally. As such we are here to take you in and we will promptly release you back to your homeland. If you do not comply and let us in we will be **** to break down this door and take you by ****." Derren hears a voice blare out even in Jessie's room so they were most likely using a megaphone.

"Oh my god Derren! They're treating my parents like terrorists of something! All they ever did was run a shop together! I-I'm scared, you can do something right?"

"Yeah, let's get to your parents quick." The pair hurry to Jessie's parents all the while the ICE agent counted down the time they had until agents flood the store. The bastard started a ten count which means there wasn't much time to find them and write what need to be written before everything went tits up.

"3...2...1..." *CRASH*

About a dozen ICE agents burst through the door of the store before quickly doing the same to the door leading up stairs to the house proper. The agents ascended with guns drawn in what was a case of complete overkill. There was zero reason to treat the Ortizes like this, and as Derren watched this scene unfurl before him he couldn't help ponder the possibility that a certain well connected (and know racist) rich bitch might have had something to do with all this.

"EVERYONE, HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM." One of the armed officers shouted.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ortiz you are both under arrest for entering this country illegally and aiding the cartels in **** smuggling." The head agent who had been on the megaphone prior stated to the Ortizes.

"Oh my god, Derren will your plan really work?" Jessie grasped onto Derren's shirt with both hands and leaned into his body.

"I think it will. I hope it does." Derren responds. They were off to the side of the dinning room while her parents were sitting at the table. Officers mostly surrounded them but a couple hung back to keep tabs on the two teens.

"Excuse me sir, I think there has been a mistake." Mr. Ortiz spoke up.

"Likely story, get up and you can tell it to me as we process you both." The head agent spits out.

"Please look sir!" Mrs. Ortiz points to writing on her right wrist with her left hand while keeping them both up so as not to panic the officers.

"What is, and why should I care?"

"It's proof of citizenship." Derren chimes up which startles the agent a bit as he wasn't expecting Derren to speak up, but he regains his composure.

"Pff, well, now I'm curious. How does a scribble help your cause?"

"You're just gonna have to look." Derren says with as much confidence as he can muster.

"If this is a trick know that my officers are ready to shoot to kill."

"There's no funny business sir." Mr. Ortiz pipes up while also gesturing to the writing on his right wrist as well.

"fine, I'll play along hold out your right wrists for me please." They both slowly bring down and extend their wrists to him. All officers are ready at a moments notice to shoot now. The head agent takes deliberate steps over to the couple and looks down at the wrists presented to him.

On the wrists reads:

Derren Smith's Citizenship Status

"Wha-what's the meaning of this, and who's this Derren Smith guy?!"

"That'd me me officer."

"YOU! EXPLAIN THIS THEN!" The head agent was clearly fazed by the claim Derren made on the Ortizes, which was a very encouraging sign to him.

"Well you recognize my ownership of their citizenship right?"

"They... do have your name on them. I guess I have to honor that much at least, but what of it?"

"Well if we are all in agreement that I own their citizenship status then I declare them US citizens which means you have zero ground for deportation."

A large uproar overtook the room as all the officers were trying to process the information.

"We'll have to make a call about this mess, but since we're here you'll need to allow us to search the premises for ****. Here is the search warrant to check the premises."

With that the officers set about searching, even brining in dogs to sniff them out. They tore through every part of the house and Jessie and her parents were getting more and more shaken by the intrusion. Finally, they got to Jessie's room and began dismantling it.

"Hey! You can't mess with my stuff that way!" Jessie shouted with tears in her eyes as a small figurine that must have held some sentimental value was smashed after an agent shut a drawer too aggressively and it fell. Tears weld up in her eyes as she wasn't even permitted to enter to scoop up the pieces as officers trampled the small figure into further bits on the ground.

"Oh my god Derren, is there anything that can be done! Can you use your powers?" She hugs Derren tightly and whispers her plea.

"I-I can't think of anything that'll help here. My powers aren't without limits, I'm not infallible. I'm so sorry Jessie, I can't do anything about this situation. Look on the bright side though it looks like I was able to keep your parents from being deported, and this will pass and be just a bad night before too long."

"I know, you're right, but still..." Jessie holds Derren tightly and he in turn holds her to him as she weeps into his chest.

Eventually the search comes to a close, and as expected the Ortizes are in the clear. The officers gather around the head agent who had been on the phone for awhile now.

"Okay, you are cleared of all charges and your citizenship status through Mr. Smith has been confirmed with my boss, his boss, and even his bosses boss. We've also cleared it with a judge so that you both can get sworn in as citizens and have the official paperwork. You all will need to clear your schedule for this Friday as your appointment will be on that day at 12:00. Mr. Smith will also need to be in attendance to vouch for the validity of his claim to their citizenship. Please bring proof of your own citizenship at that time."

"And what about all the stuff your goons destroyed."

"Er, yes sorry about that. Here I'll write down a number you can call about the damages. Sorry to interrupt your evening. We'll be taking our leave." The officers filed out of the house one by one as the dining room turned deadly quiet. Finally as the sound of cars pulling away became clear everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

""YES! IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!"" MR. and Mrs. Ortiz shout in unison.

"Derren, mi hijo come here!" Mrs. Ortiz says as she stretches out her arms to pull Derren in for a big kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, truly thank you! When my daughter said she made a friend who could help us out with our citizenship issue we thought she met a lawyer's kid at school! I don't know how you did what you did, but you are always welcome in this house." Mr. Ortiz shakes Derren's hand vigorously.

"But still they broke abuela's figurine that's all we have left of her isn't it?" Jessie breaks the mood by bringing up an apparently tragic loss for the family.

"It-it can't be helped she left that to us as a wedding gift and a good luck charm, and I guess it worked because we're going to be citizens now, finally." Her dad tries to lighten the mood.

"Still mama always loved that figurine it was precious to her, and to us, and now to Jessie." Mrs. Ortiz chimes in.

"Well, give me one second and I'll see what I can do." Derren finally chimes in.

"What really? Now?" Jessie inquires

"Yeah, no time like the present!"

"O-okay let me grab the glue!"

"Wait before we do that I want to try something. I'll need your room for a minute."

"Uh-it's all yours."

Derren enters Jessie's room and closes the door. He has a long shot idea, but he is now very aware of what this tiny figurine means to Jessie and her parents, so it is time to take a gamble. He sits in front of the figure and closes his eyes. Though he has never done any meditation prior, he is connected pretty strongly with one deity in particular. He reaches deep into his core to the root of his power and opens his eyes not to the sight of Jessie's room, but a familiar void with a familiar goddess floating within.

"Oh! Hello Derren, I don't believe I called you here?"

"Yeah I figured out how to get here myself apparently."

"Wow! I'm impressed, I don't know if you realize how truly difficult and dangerous what you just did was."

"I just followed your spirit here though, once I found the core of where your power resides in me it was easy enough to find you."

"Like I said, difficult. You may have found that to be easy, but had you been off even a bit then you'd be stuck between worlds and had your soul ripped to shreds either instantly or for the remainder of time with you feeling every second of it. Either way it was very risky Derren, so I hope this was important because I'd hate to lose you to something stupid."

"It was to fix a figurine." Derren says sheepishly.

"Derren you better scurry back before I kill you myself." Dominia says with anger in her voice and killing intent in her eyes.

"Wait, wait, wait! It is my friends and it is very, very special to her and her family. I want to make it as if it wasn't destroyed at all!"

"Haaaa... how noble of you. Fine, I'll help you out, but there is a catch."

"Figures there would be."

"Derren, there is something you must know if you came to me right?"

"That your power has limits so that something like fixing something that's broken isn't possible. I would only end up with a broken figurine with my name on it."

"Right, which means I will have to pore my divine power through you to fix it myself, and that's going to come at a cost."

"It won't kill me will it?"

"No, nothing of the sort. It's a tiny piece of bric-à-brac, the price will be very unpleasant for you, but not debilitating in the long term."

"Fine I accept that price."

"Then let it be done! And Derren if I catch you doing something stupidly reckless again I'll hunt you down like a dog myself!"

"Aw, I didn't know you cared about me that much!"

"Well, I don't dislike you. Let's leave it at that for now."

"Thanks Dominia!" Derren floats over to the goddess that once seemed so distant and powerful and gave a quick kiss on her cheek.

"AH, Wha?! Just go would you!" With a flick of her hand Derren was whisked away from the void she called home. Her face an unusual shade of crimson as she put her hand up to the cheek that had been kissed.

"That's just unfair Derren."

When Derren opened his eyes he was back in Jessie's room sitting in front of a figurine that looked as good as the day it was made. Derren gingerly picks the figurine up and places it where it belongs before calling in Jessie to give her the good news.

"Oh my god! I can't believe you were able to do this! Derren you're incredible!" Jessie hugs you tightly as soon as she sees the figure in one piece again.

"Don't thank me it was the least I could do!"

"Mama! Papa! Derren fixed it! It's incredible!" As Jessie was coming back to her room with her parents she heard the sound of coughing. As it got more violent and frequent she rushed to her room, and that's when she saw Derren coughing up a ton of blood. He was staring down at his trembling hand that was colored a deep red by a pool of blood in his palm, and two trails of blood flowed like a waterfall from his slightly ajar mouth. He had just enough time to look her in the eyes before his own eyes rolled to that back of his head and he collapsed onto the floor as if he were a puppet that had had its strings cut. Jessie and her parents were sent into panic by this and were scrambling to get Derren help.

Suddenly a voice rang out within Jessie's mind:

"Don't worry, his life isn't in danger. This was merely his penance for stepping past his boundaries in order to assist you." The feminine voice spoke to her.

"You mean he did this just for my abuela's figurine? That's crazy!"

"You should know even for as little time as you've known Derren that he is exactly the type of person to do this."

"What's wrong baby? Why'd you stop like that? We need to get Derren to the hospital!" Jessie's mother was surprised by her daughter suddenly freezing in place and wanted to try to get her to focus once again on the pressing emergency.

"Trust me he's fine, let's just clean him up and get him into bed."

""What?!"" Her parents said in unison.

"Just trust me okay, I wouldn't do anything to put Derren in danger." While her parents didn't have a divine voice tell them to trust Jessie there was something about her words that night that made them trust her on this issue. They helped cleaned him up and replaced his blood stained clothes with some of Mr. Ortiz's clothes, which were too baggy to wear outside but fine for sleeping. Then they gently placed him into Jessie's bed where he would sleep off the damage done to his body.

Derren awoke not to the morning sun, but to moon light creeping into a window of a room he was less than familiar with. As he came back to his senses he recalled that he was, in fact, in Jessie's room and was currently laying on her bed as well. He then remembered the last thing that happened to him, and came to the conclusion that must have passed out. Somehow the Ortizes took care of him themselves and laid him down in their daughters room. Speaking of, did that mean Jessie was sleeping on the couch in the living room or on the floor of her room, he thought. If so he'd feel bad about taking her bed from her, it was always his plan to crash on the couch tonight. Although now that he was fully awake he was now becoming aware of something else, his head was resting on something soft but it wasn't a pillow. On top of that he felt as if his head was locked in place as if it was being held. His eyes widened when he realized, these indeed weren't pillows, his head was resting firmly atop of Jessie's modest breasts. Jessie had gotten in bed with him after her parents placed him in her bed, and she gently held him to her chest. Never letting go even as sleep overtook her, she never relinquished her caring and cradling grasp on the man that would sacrifice his own well being in honor of her grandmother. From his position he could make out that she was wearing nothing but a loose fitting black tank top and, as the sheets had shifted somewhat in their sleep, he could see that she was wearing a pair of red panties as well. Her loose tank top had shifted somewhat as well and as a result he could feel her bare flesh against his face and her nipple poking against his cheek as one of her breasts came free from its loose confines.

He was aware of the position he was in and tried to wiggle his way out of her grasp, but even in sleep Jessie was having none of that, and all his attempts resulted in her almost waking up or gripping him even more tightly. Finally defeated and still a little exhausted by the days events he relinquished to his sleeping companion and settled in once again for a nights sleep. After several minutes had passed Jessie peaked one eye open, having been woken by Derren when he first stirred awake and gently smiled. I can't believe you made me fall for you, she thought to herself. I don't think friends with benefits will be enough for me anymore. She craned her neck slightly and rested her head atop his and once again drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a future she'd like to have with the man that had conquered her heart.

At the same time Derren was spending the night at Jessie's place there was an unexpected visitor at Jillian's place.

*Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock*

Someone was frantically knocking on Jillian's door late at night. Jillian hurried down the stairs to the front door to see who was causing such a ruckus at this hour.

"Oh, Marissa what brings you here so late?" Jillian was surprised when she opened the door only to be greeted by the mousy girl she knew well from the cheer squad.

"Sorry Coach, but this is important may I come in!" The young girl said while not doing a very girl job of hiding her nerves.

"Of course, come right in."

"Thank you! You have a lovely home by the way."

"Thank you dear, please take a seat."

"Thanks, uh, not what I was expecting though if I'm being honest."

"Oh?"

"Well I kinda thought there would be a lot more religious items decorating your house if I'm being honest."

"Oh, well, you know religion isn't the only thing in my life. I have a cross above my bed and that is more than enough for me." Jillian lied. She used to have her house decorated wall to wall with christian imagery, but she burned that garbage when she realized who her real lord and savior was. While she may have wanted to do the same to her house with imagery of her new lord. She was told expressly not to by her lord. He said not until his name was as powerful as the false gods that others worshipped would he permit such behavior from his followers. However, after much prayer (begging) she was able to convince her lord to allow her just one sacred ornament. As such hanging above her bed is not a silly little cross, but a picture of herself servicing the holy scepter of her god. Staring at that image every night filled Jillian with more joy and purpose than anything in the Christian church ever did.

"Oh I see." Marissa said timidly.

"Marissa, sweetheart, you didn't come to my house at 2AM to talk about interior design did you?" Marissa shook her head no in response.

"Um, if I tell you what I have to tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone else?"

"Marissa, if you need a confessional I do recommend you go to church for that."

"But you're someone I trust and I need your advice!"

"Okay then tell me."

"You need to promise me!"

"Fine, Marissa I promise that anything you say to me tonight will stay between you, me, and my lord."

"Phew! Uh, well then let me get started by saying I disagree with the decision, but my friend insists on doing something really scary and dangerous!"

"Okay let's talk about it Marissa. Your secret is safe with me and my lord."

"Thank you for talking to me coach. I'll do what you said and try to get them to turn the other cheek."

"Of course dear, I'll see you at school on Monday."

"Bye coach." Marissa gave her coach and confidant a big hug and left closing the door behind her.

"Well I think I need to have a word with my lord after receiving such news. I'm sure he'll be very interested to hear about it. He might even give me his divine blessing!" Jillian pranced up the stairs, giddy as can be about being of use to her lord.