Author's Note: This fic always makes me laugh because Cara, the OC in this, was never even an idea until I started to try and come up with a way for Angela, another OC in another fic, to have some kind of connection to the Sons of Ipswich. The only connection I could think of and that I kept coming back to was her being one of their sisters. I toyed with the idea a bit and got a few scenes out of it but I knew I couldn't write them for Angela because the girl I saw in my head was nothing like her. I then decided to give this new girl, this new happy, hyper, girl who loved all four of her brothers dearly into her own fic and see how it went. Which leads back to here.. Hope you like my little accident.
Also, as I have done with a few of my other fics, I've gone back and done a complete overhaul of this story. I've taken and added things to this fic. I've also changed the name of the OC character. Originally her name was Julia (Julie) but I decided it was too far of a throw from Caleb so I decided to give her a Ca name as well. Which is how I got Cara. Most of the basic plot and dialogue have stayed the same but there are quite a few changes as well. If you're a first time reader then completely disregard this little side note. If you're a returned reader then welcome back.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Covenant or the boys. I only own Cara and even she has a mind of her own most days.

Caleb shot up in his bed and looked around, suddenly completely awake and on the alert.
The doorbell rang again, its long dreary sound echoing through the house, and he remembered why he had awakened with a jolt. With a tired sigh and a deep frown on his face, he threw his legs over the edge of the bed to get up. He grabbed his discarded shirt on the floor he'd thrown there the night before and put it on. He wondered who was at the door when the bell rang again. A tingling in his fingertips and a deep warmth in his gut started but he immediately put a stop to both feelings. No, he was not about to Use for some stupid reason like checking who was the ringing the doorbell. He could be like everybody else and just go answer the door.
The doorbell rang again and Caleb grumbled under his breath. "I'm coming already." He made his way out into the hall and down the steps of the stairs.
Before the bell had a chance to ring again, he got to the door and opened it. "Hello?" he asked blinking a few times to get accustomed to the brightness of the sun.
"Caleb!" a young female voice exclaimed and the eldest Ipswich son suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist.
He looked down at the girl who was hugging him and found himself grinning. "Cara!" he said, excitement in his own voice until he frowned slightly. "Wait...what'd you do now?" he asked in what he attempted to make a scolding tone though his arms had a mind of their own and wrapped around her in a hug.
The girl merely smiled and looked up at him with a mischievous grin that he just knew she'd picked up from Reid. "Aw, Cay, can't you let me inside before interrogating me," she added a pout for added effect.
Caleb sighed. "Come in." He stepped to the side and motioned for her to enter the house.
She released him and walked into the Danver's household. Caleb caught sight of the suitcase that she was wheeling behind her and shook his head. Closing the door, he already knew what was going to happen when his mom saw her. For once in his life he actually wished his mom was passed out drunk.
As he walked to the living room, where he saw Cara walk into, he heard his mother's sharp voice and knew he'd wished in vain.
"You got thrown out of another school? That was the last one that would accept you!" His outraged mother shook her head, her face pinched with anger as she stared darkly at her daughter.
Cara sat on her suitcase, unfazed by her mother's tone. She merely looked up at the woman that she had quite a resemblance to and watched the expressions play across her face.
"What did you do this time?" Mrs. Danvers asked taking a drink of whatever alcoholic beverage she had in her hand.
Caleb leaned against the doorframe and looked to his sister, wanting to hear the answer. He wanted to know what it was that his little sister had done to get kicked out of yet another school. Fighting? Stealing? Vandalism? It could be a number of things, knowing Cara.
"I kinda got in a fight…" she said, looking away from both her mother and brother's gazes.
"Another fight! Why? What happened now? What's your excuse this time?" Mrs. Danvers snapped through clenched teeth.
Cara sat up straighter at her mom's words, Caleb repressing the urge to groan. Of course his mother had riled up the youngest Danvers child. She always managed to do it. He didn't know whether the two went back and forth trying to piss the other off on purpose or if it was just sheer bad luck that the two knew exactly what to say to press the other's buttons. "My excuse? It's not an excuse!" Cara immediately defended herself and frowned at her mother, all traces of her earlier humor gone.
Evelyn Danvers rolled her eyes and shook her head again at her daughter. "Everything is an excuse with you, Cara. And nothing is ever your fault," she gave her a pointed look.
Caleb easily saw the rage building up in his younger sister and the overall rising tension that was between both females.
"That's not true!" Cara cried in outrage, jumping to her feet so she was near eye level with her mom.
Evelyn raised a brow at her daughter. "It is. And-"
"Mom, don't you think Cara should be getting settled in while you go look for another school for her?" Caleb quickly cut in and spoke, trying to dispel some of the hostility in the room with his being a distraction.
Both women looked to him with mirror sharp, hard expressions. He didn't think either of them realized just how alike they looked, how Cara simply looked like a younger version of Evelyn. If it were any other time he would've pointed it out and had a laugh about it.
His mother was the first to speak out of the two Danvers women. "Yes...yes, Caleb. I believe you're right," she nodded at her son, giving him a small smile.
He turned his gaze onto his sister who had watched the interaction between son and mother and was now sitting back down on her suitcase. Her expression was hard to read but Caleb just knew that something was bothering her. He made a mental note to ask her what was wrong later. "Cara? Don't you wanna go to your old room and put your stuff up?" he asked her, trying to tell her with his eyes that she needed to answer yes for sake of ending the argument.
"Ya...sure..." the dark haired girl muttered and looked down at her hands that were now in her lap.
"Mother," Caleb nodded to his mom, signaling for her to leave when he saw that she seemed to not have liked Cara's tone. Pursing her lips for a moment, Evelyn seemed ready to argue with her son but nodded and turned to leave the room.
The two Danvers children were silent until they heard the far off click of their mother's bedroom door shutting. Caleb allowed the silence to continue for a bit before he sighed and looked to his sister. "So...another fight?" he raised a brow at her, making sure she could hear the humor in his voice.
A slow grin spread onto Cara's face. "Yeah," she laughed softly and shook her hair back over her shoulder.
"Who did what this time?" he asked her and immediately wished he hadn't the moment he saw her shoulders tense and a hard mask pass over her face.
"Look...Cay, can we please not talk about it? I...it was stupid and I rather just leave what happened back at the school okay?" she asked and looked up to him with an expression that he had never seen on his little sister's face before.
Concerned, he opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong and what had happened that was so stupid but stopped when he saw her eyes suddenly light up and she jumped up from her suitcase again.
"Babyboy, Blondie, and Pogo are here!" she grinned brightly and ran to the front door that she had entered through earlier.
"How do you do that?" Caleb asked and followed her. He honestly didn't know how she seemed to always know where any of the Sons of Ipswich were. She had been able to locate them since she was a kid though and after awhile he just questioned her out of habit.
She shrugged, dismissing his question and opening the door, attacking the first person that walked through the door.

Okay, so hope you liked the story. It seems a edited helluva lot more than I thought I was going to originally. . whoops.