A/N: I'm ba-ack, well truthfully I never left, but I do have a new story. I had this one in my head long before Takes a Tragedy but TaT won on inspiration back when I decided to start posting stuff. This story is pretty dang cute, a little angsty but I think it balances well.

Main character is Pogue and I must say this was a challenge since I've been watching so much Friday night Lights(best show ever! Go watch!) and Taylor Kitsch plays both Pogue Parry and Tim Riggins on FNL. So if Pogue seems a little OOC let me know and I'll fix him. Please enjoy, I'm pretty stoked about this story and hope it gets a good feedback!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Covenant or Pogue Parry. As much as I would love to have my own Taylor Kitsch, I feel he must stay in the world and keep acting. He does watch entirely too much hockey and has like never gotten a hair cut, but we all love him anyway. I am now done with my mini-rant on the great Timmy Riggins, proceed to story.

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Invincible

Chapter 1

Pogue Parry limped down the halls of Spenser Private School ten minutes after the late bell. It was his first day back after the whole ordeal with Chase. He'd gotten out of the hospital a week before but he still didn't feel up to going to school. His knee was on fire, his back hurt like hell. He wasn't sure how Kate had gotten out of this scar free after the spell was broken and he was still in a crazy amount of pain. The only up side was that Spenser had benches in the halls every few yards.

Stopping for the third time, he flopped down on one of the many dark-wood benches. He was already late so a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. He ran a hand through his long, unruly hair. No matter how much Kate begged him to cut it he knew he never would. His hair was one of the only things he had left of him mom; she was the one who always liked it long. Maybe it was because she didn't have any hair of her own, thanks to the chemo, but his mother, being the hippie that she was, had always inspired his rebel side.

It was hard to picture his uptight father as anything but the strict, hard-ass man he was now, but according to his mom, he'd been wild as a teenager. She thought Pogue was just like his dad. "You have his eyes." She would tell him whenever he doubted that he was anything like his father, and it was true. Dark-brown, lifeless orbs that turn black whenever you want them to.

The Power was another thing they had in common, luckily both he and his father were not as strongly tempted as other bloodline's were, like the Danvers or the Garwins. There was one more thing they had in common, a quick, strong temper that pushed people away and formed enemies, like each other.

He pushed him self up, wincing slightly, thanking the big guy upstairs that no one was around to see his moment of weakness. Double-checking the hall for people, he let his eyes flash black, reducing the throbbing pain in his back and knee to a dull ache he could deal with better.

As he finished the much easier walk to his class, he smiled wondering why he hadn't thought of Using earlier.

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When Pogue finally got home after the entirely too long day, he was completely beat. He'd skipped swim practice and Caleb was going to lecture him about responsibility. God he hated lectures, especially from Caleb.

The longhaired warlock flopped down on his beat-up couch/bed named Rosa. When he slept he would fold her out so that it would be a real bed but most of the time she was just a couch, comfortable but old and ratty. Kate hated the couch but he would never get rid of her, she was the girlfriend that wouldn't get mad at him and could never leave him.

There was a bedroom in the apartment too, but he didn't see much point in walking all the way back there just to sleep and have to walk all the way back out again in the morning. Sleeping in the living room made more sense to him.

Seconds before sleep claimed his aching body, his cell buzzed from his pocket.

"What?" He asked the person on the other side gruffly.

"Why weren't you at practice?" Caleb's voice was all leader-like, similar to how it sounded when he talked to Reid or scolded one of the Sons for Using.

"I feel like crap, trying to sleep so shut up." Pogue was not in the mood to deal with Caleb or anyone else at the moment. Caleb's tone did a complete one-eighty at the sound off his friends voice, he still felt guilty about the whole Chase incident. If it hadn't been for the fifth wanting his power, no one would have gotten hurt.

"Sorry man, you need anything? I'm going by the drug store to grab some stuff for my mom. You need your meds?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." Pogue's voice was still flat, tired. "I called in my prescription. It's around here somewhere…" Caleb could hear the boy on the other end moving things around in a vain attempt to find the piece paper in the messy apartment.

"It's okay, I think they'll give it to me, I picked it up the last week too. See ya in a bit man, take it easy."

"Yeah, thanks." They hung up and Pogue fell back into Rosa's comfortable cushions, glad she didn't want anything from him. He knew he must have fallen asleep at some point because the he woke up to his phone vibrating on his chest. He nearly fell off the couch but was able to catch himself. He saw the little white pharmacy bag on the table and knew Caleb had came and went.

He fumbled with his phone for a minute but finally pushed talk and brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Pogue." The voice startled him, he hadn't heard it in a long time, not since their last argument a few months back.

"Dad." His voice stiffened to meet his father's tone. This is how it always went, this is what they had become. No longer father and son but a business agreement. His father would call him once every six months and invite him to dinner. Pogue knew his father would make up some reason to miss it so he would make up some reason to say no. Then Robert Parry would say something knowing it would make his son angry so he would have a excuse to not call for another six months.

Pogue didn't mind, as long as the check arrived in the mail every month and as long as he didn't actually ever have to go to any of those dinners, he was okay. The authorities didn't know that he lived on his own, the apartment was under his father's name and the rent was mailed straight to the landlord's P.O. box.

"Son, I need you to go pick up your sister from school." The longhaired teen wasn't sure how he was meant to react to that. He was now determined that someone was listening to his father's conversation. Robert Parry hadn't called his son anything but Pogue since the death of his wife almost six years ago.

"Don't you have a nanny that does stuff like that?" He was stooping to his father's level, trying to get him angry. He had good reason though, he had a killer headache and no matter how many messages the hospital had left at the house, his dad hadn't even called back to see if he had lived.

"Don't talk back to me, just go to the school and get Phayllen, understood?"

"Yes sir." He clicked off before the man on the other end could say anything else. Grabbing the keys to his mother's old Cadillac and stuffing his cell into his pocket, he headed down the stairs. His bike had been unsalvageable after the number Chase did to it and he hadn't been feeling up to shopping for a new one.

He folded himself into the car and started it. He drove to his sister's school in his own silence. He hadn't seen her in a while, a few months maybe, and she was at that age where between every visit she seemed to age five years. Pogue's relationship with his sister had always been stretched; he avoided his old man like he was the plague. He hadn't been home since he moved out of the dorms at sixteen.

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When Pogue entered the after-school day care building of Springfield Prep school he realized it was one of those places that offered volunteer hours to Spenser students. There were several places like it throughout Ipswich and they were easily recognizable by the number of teenagers in designer clothes that worked there.

He ran a hand through his over long hair and carefully made his way through a crowd of screaming kids to the desk that read 'Check Out'. This made Pogue think of shopping for children. Oh this one looks nice, and look she comes with her own hairbrush.

If there was one thing Pogue Parry truly hated, other than his father and pretty much any teacher ever, it was little kids. They were always dirty and getting into things and asking stupid questions that no one cared about the answer to.

Behind the desk sat a girl Pogue half-recognized from his English class but cared less than he remembered so he didn't waste time trying to be polite. He signed his sister out and than set to locating her in the crowd.

Even though the place was packed he quickly spotted her. She was the only one glaring at him, the only one who really scared him.

"Why are you here?" Was the first thing from her mouth. "Nettie picks me up from school." She was still shooting daggers at him and her little high-pitched whine was already getting on his nerves. He should put Reid and this kid in a room together; they were a lot alike. He smiled, realizing that Reid would kill him if he knew that, of course Reid's whine wasn't that high-pitched.

"Well apparently Nettie was unavailable, so Dad called me." They reached the Cad and they were off.

"You know," She was in the backseat, something about airbags killing her or something. "I haven't seen you in two years."

"That's not true, I came to your dance recital last May. You did that fairy dance or whatever. It's only been a few months" He was really trying to be nice but she was rude and in one of those stages where she thought she owned the world. He leaned forward to see around an exceptionally large hedge that was blocking his view of the turn. The movement sparked pain in his back and he reached for the pills, downing two dry.

"I haven't had a dance recital since I was six." She snapped back. He really wasn't seeing her point.

"Okay, so last year."

"I'm eight, Pogue." She drew out his name, Pooogue, saying the sentence like he was retarded

"Oh, right. It has been two years." A car cut him off and he hit the horn hard. "You son of a –" He was barley able to hold in the rest of the curse as he heard his little sister giggling in the background.

"You said a curse." She said in a singsong voice.

"No, I almost said a curse, smarty-pants, but don't you start thinking its okay to say stuff like that, it's wrong and…bad." He felt weird trying to correct her and it came out awkwardly.

"Thank you captain obvious." Even in her small, high-pitched squeak, her words were trained to try and make him feel stupid. Too bad Pogue was too old and too much of a guy for her words to have much of an effect.

"Hey!" He was about to tell her about respect for her elders but then he realized his anger was a reflex from years of his father yelling at him about respect and being polite.

"Hay is for horses, dumbass." Pogue froze, even though the red light they were stopped at had turned green. It was apparent that Phayllen had no idea what her words meant, she was merely quoting someone else, someone who Pogue had heard say that same thing years ago.

It was back when Phayllen was still a baby and his mom was really sick, the worst two months of his life, when his father rediscovered the Power and Pogue had only been ten years old. The thought of his father now saying that to his little sister made his blood boil.

Whenever his dad would hit him, words were his only defense, he knew he couldn't hurt his father back, Robert Parry was Using on his son and Pogue didn't have any powers of his own yet.

Hey! Even now it was his default and first comeback when someone got angry or were fighting. Bring the person back to reality where violence only caused more problems. Hay is for horses, dumbass, his dad would scream at him and even though the insult held no meaning, it would cut through him every time, knowing his own father was doing that to him.

A car honked behind him and he sped off, now going well over the speed limit, wanting to get to the estate and prove himself wrong. If his father was hitting her, he would kill him, and he knew he would. He needed to calm down, he realized as he turned onto the road that housed the large Parry estate and, farther down the road that went on for miles, the homes of the other Sons.

He walked Phayllen inside where she instantly called out to their father and he surprisingly answered, he had never been home in the old days.

His first impression of his dad after so many years away, was that he was old. Looking more sixty than forty-five, his hair was almost all grey and deep wrinkles lined most of his face.

He didn't have time to form a second opinion; his brotherly instinct took over. From where he was standing, his father couldn't see him, making him believe the house was empty. He looked angry as he looked her over. He mumbled something about keeping her clothes clean before his hand reached out to smack her. The hit never connected, his arm caught in a iron grip. Robert Parry looked into the pitch black eyes of his son.

"Don't you ever, I mean ever, even think about touching her again. She a little kid, but not only that, she is your daughter and the fact that you would try to hit her because of something as stupid as this…just proves that you haven't changed at all." Pogue released his father's arm and grabbed Phayllen by the hand, half dragging her up the stairs behind him. She was crying, asking him what he was doing, their father still stood in the entryway, staring up at them.

He pulled his sister into the first room he came to, which happened to be his old room, now completely empty to show that he wasn't welcome in the place he used to call home.

"Does he hit you?" his voice was too loud and only scared the sobbing girl more. Her little shoulders shook and she tried to get control of her self. Pogue lowered his voice. "Phay, does he hit you?" She nodded.

The young warlock wasn't sure if he was going to be able to control himself, he'd gotten a good handle on his anger in the past year, thanks to the mandatory anger management classes he'd had to take after a fight with Aaron at Nicky's last summer. He gathered his little sister in his arms as she bawled into his Spenser uniform shirt that he had yet to change out of. He picked her up and carried her own the hall to her room where put her on her bed, he found her suitcase and started stuffing clothes in it.

"W-what are you doing?" She sniffled and hiccupped. "Where are we going?"

"You can't stay here, so I guess your gonna come live with me. That okay, at least for tonight, maybe we can figure out something better tomorrow?" he zipped the bag shut and crouched in front of her on the bed.

"Yeah, I don't wanna stay here anymore, Pogue, I'm scared." He bottom lip quivered as she started crying again, causing her brother to pull her back to the safety of his arms and kiss her forehead.

"Everything's going to be okay, I know it." She lifted her head from his shoulder and her big, brown eyes met his.

"I trust you." She attempted to give him a small smile. He threw her bag over his shoulder and picked her up again. Pressing her against his chest as he Used to jump from the window safely. By the time they returned to the Cad, she looked beat. He put her in the backseat and buckled her up. As he crossed to the driver's side, the front door of the manor opened, revealing his father. He braced himself to be hit by the Power and stepped away from the car a bit so that the blow couldn't deflect to hit Phayllen. Instead his father's eyes stayed brown and lifeless.

"I hope you understand that the checks will now stop." His voice sounded horse.

"Yeah, I get it." He opened the door to the car. "And I hope you understand that if ever even think about touching her again, I will kill you." He ducked into the car and sped off before either could say anything else.

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By the time they got back to his apartment, Phayllen was asleep. He changed her into a nightgown and put her to bed in the bedroom. He turned off the light and left the door open. He surprised himself with how easily this came to him, he was still running off adrenaline and the realness of the situation had yet to hit him.

It wasn't until after he changed out of his uniform and turned Rosa into a bed and was checking the looks on the door that he realized how big of a thing this was, he had just taken on the care of a little kid, a bratty little kid, and now he had no money coming in.

He laid down and decided that he would figure everything out tomorrow, thankful it was Saturday. His decision to take his baby sister from his father was going to change his life, and it may have been stupid and badly thought out, but he knew that he wouldn't regret it, everyone deserved a decent home life, even bratty little kids who thought they owned the world.