Jhaxe: Here I go again, trying to write another fic. Bah, I'm so horrible at this. I can never keep myself interested in an idea long enough to finish it. I hate myself sometimes…

Iyx: Well, at least you keep trying. Hopefully this one will turn out differently.

Jhaxe: Yeah sure…

Summary: It's been 4 months since the incident with Chase, and everything is back to normal for the Ipswich sons. Caleb and Sarah are going steady, and Pogue and Kate have recovered and are back in school. Reid is usual self, and Tyler is still his sidekick. But after a night at Nicky's leaves a drunken Tyler without his brothers and without a way home, the youngest son finds himself in the arms of someone he thought was dead.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Alcohol, Smoking, and possibly Slash (I haven't decided yet. If I do, it'll be Chase x Tyler and/or Reid x Tyler. You can help me decide.)

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned the Covenant, it just isn't happening. Hence, FAN fiction

Chapter I: Emergence of a Fault

Tyler knew he was drunk. He also knew he was doing a very hefty amount of underage drinking. However, his clouded mind wasn't allowing him to care at the moment.

The boys were laughing it up at Nicky's, Caleb and Sarah on the dance floor, Pogue playing foosball with a random kid from Spenser while Kate watched him attentively. And of course, Reid was being his usual self, swindling Aaron out of his money at the pool table.

Tyler suddenly felt sick. Snapping up from his chair, almost stumbling, he dashed to the bathroom. Knees on the dirtied floor, he threw up several times, divulging the contents of his stomach until nothing but stomach acid was left, his throat burning with the putrid taste.

His held his spinning head, knowing he shouldn't have drink nearly as much as he had. The youngest son knew he didn't hold his alcohol well, in all contexts. He couldn't even see clearly anymore.

The stall seemed to turn rapidly, Tyler curling into the fetal position against the wall. Eventually, he blacked out all together.

When he awoke, something immediately caught his attention. It was silent. When he gaited into the bathroom, the rave-like sound of the bar had been resonating throughout every nook and cranny. How long had he been asleep?

Barely able to get to his feet, his back pressed against the stall wall, he walked, more stumbling than anything else, towards the door. Using most of his strength to open the bathroom door, Tyler immediately noticed the lack of people. There were only a few late patrons still present. He also noticed all of his friends had left…without him.

Shit. What the hell, did they forget me?

A bit panicked at the thought of having to drive back wasted, Tyler reached for his keys, realizing at once he was in deeper shit than he'd originally imagined. Reid had driven them there and he hadn't given the keys back. He was screwed.

Maneuvering past the tables and chairs and managing to make it to the door, he was immediately taken aback, as his Hummer was no longer in the parking lot. Reid had taken his precious car and left him at the Nicky's!

What an ass.

Groaning, Tyler had no idea what to do. He began to walk in the frigid air, back towards Spenser. It he was lucky, he'd make it back by morning. He'd thought about calling Reid or Caleb or Pogue until he'd realized that his cell had been dropped in his Hummer.

God, why did all this have to happen to him at once? All of these circumstances separately wouldn't have been much of a problem, but this was just fucking messed up.

Still swaying from the effects of the alcohol, Tyler began a slow stride down the side of the road. He began to get the feeling that something was watching him, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He may have been drunk, but senses like this never failed him. He turned on his heels, glancing at the woods around him, and at the sky.

Full moon. Figures.

Not seeing anything of concern, he continued on his way back towards the dorms. He began to hum a familiar tune to pass the time. Then he got that feeling again, only this time, it was twice as strong.

Turning completely around in one motion, the brisk air chilling his pale face, he came face to face with a nightmare from his past.

Tyler's breath hitched in his throat, his face only inches from the insane smirking menace that was Chase Collins.

"No….You…You can't be…" he was at a loss for words, the freezing air around him seeming to become even denser as a no doubt Power-induced fog set in. "Ch…Chase…"

The boy's smirk just widened as Tyler took a step back.

"Why hello there, Tyler. Been a while, hasn't it?" he chuckled out, wicked grin never fading.

Tyler backed up some more, wishing, hoping, praying someone would come by. Chase seemed to read his thoughts.

"Ah, ah, ah…" he waved his finger back and forth for effect. "There's no one out here, Tyler." He laughed again, his voice dripping with ill intentions, as he took a step towards the now trembling teen. "No one's coming to save you."

"What do you want with me…?" Tyler's shaky inquiry only served to further increase Chase's pride at his success on the situation.

"Ah, you'll find out…soon enough." His eyes went pitch black, and before Tyler could react, had blasted the boy in front of him back almost twenty feet, effectively knocking the younger boy out.

Tyler's last thoughts were combinations of fear, uncertainty, and sparse hints of anger towards his so-called brothers for abandoning him in the middle of the night. Then it all went black.

Chase merely smirked. His plans were going perfectly. After all these months of healing from his battle with Caleb, he would finally have revenge. This time, he would get the Power he needed. And Tyler would be the catalyst of it all.

Jhaxe: Wow, I just wrote that straight through. But I noticed a certain lack of sensory details. I hope no one minds.

Iyx: Yeah, yeah, you and your details –rolls eyes-

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"You can't possibly imagine what it's like to be me." Chase sneered, grabbing Tyler on both sides of his head and pulling him forward roughly, their eyes locking only inches apart.

"I don't have to imagine it. I can see just by looking at you that you're nothing but a psycho!" Tyler responded angrily. Chase dug his nails into Tyler's skull.

"You want me to be a psycho?" he grinned maniacally. "Have it your way, baby boy."