Author's Note: So I've been twitching to write another Covenant fic (though I don't have the heart to rewrite Daughters of Salem or continue The Meaning of Beauty or any of my others. Sorry.) and I've also been wanting to work with a heck load of Covenant songfics. So I've decided to combine the two. This entire "story" will be set as one-shot songfics for our Covenant boys. Some will be about the Power, their brotherhood, and mostly about love. Hope you enjoy Bittersweet Symphony and its soon to be many entries.

Bittersweet Symphony

Save Me

"What the hell do you mean you're scared?" I shouted at her. That was my first mistake. I swore to her the moment we started dating almost two years ago that I would never yell at her. I'd throw myself in front of a bullet, a freight train, or Freddie-Freakin'-Kruger for her and she knew it. She never took it for granted. So why was I yelling again?

Because I'd told her my biggest secret and my biggest fear had followed: she was terrified of me.

She cringed, closing her eyes and when they opened; her green orbs were filled with tears. "Reid—"

"No, this is bullshit! I swore to you, Megs, that I would never hurt you but you're dumping me because you're afraid of what I am? I can't control this, Megs! I can't! I've been damned to this since birth and you're acting like I can control it." I grabbed some of my hair and pulled, swearing loudly as I turned away from her.

"Reid, I know…I'm sorry." She whispered in a small voice.

And I knew she was. I knew Megs would give anything to take back the past, to take back the moment when she'd caught me Using at Nicky's with Baby Boy. Then again, that was my own fault but that's beside the point. The point was that she didn't trust me enough to know that I would never Use against her.

I shook my head, gnawing on my bottom lip before I turned to face her. "Babe, you can't do this to me." I whispered.

Great, I went from the badass anger phase and now I was entering the begging, "Baby, don't leave me" phase. Terri-freakin'-rific.

She was looking down at the ground, her eyes squeezed shut and I wanted nothing more than to pull her to me and just…kiss the pain away. Christ, what was I turning into?

"R-Reid…" She breathed my name before she looked up at me, her eyes narrowed in anger that I knew wasn't really there. I'd known Megs since we were kids and she was brilliant at putting on a brave face. "I don't…want you." She growled out through clenched teeth.

The words hit me like a ton of bricks and I felt every last breath leave my body like I'd been hit by a semi. For a second, I really though my legs were going to give out on me.

I'd worked so damn hard to keep it hidden from her, to make sure she never saw me use. But the one time I slipped up, Using in Nicky's during a high-stake game against Abbott was the final blow. I remember hearing her gasp the second the 8-ball had sunk into the corner pocket.

She was standing across from the table, beside Baby Boy, eyes wide in horror. Before I knew what was happening, she was running towards the exit of Nicky's and I threw my cue onto the table, bolting after her.

That was a week ago. In the time since, I'd explained about the Covenant of Silence, the history of the family that I came from. I told her about my dad dying from Addiction, my mom dying from cancer being the thing to set him off. But she still thought I'd lay a hand on her? What the hell had this girl been smoking?

"That's a goddamn lie, Megs. You know that." I growled out. My hands were clenching into fists at my sides and I could feel my arms shaking. From the pale look on her face, I knew my eyes were flashing back and forth between blue and pitch black, which meant that my Power was acting like its own ticking time bomb again.

"No, it's not." She insisted curtly but the tears still welling in her eyes gave her away. I knew that she was practically dying inside. Just like I was. Before I could register what she was doing, she had the ring off I had given her for our 6-month anniversary. The one the dads of the Covenant had given us. She set it gently on my nightstand before grabbing her suitcase and leaving.

Just like that.

"Come on, Reid. It's been almost two years." Pogue whispered to me one night at Nicky's. "She's gone, man, and you're like a freakin' walking zombie. I don't know how much longer—"

"Shut the hell up, Pogue!" I growled at him, slamming the bottle of beer I'd been drinking onto the table. Usually I didn't drink but under recent circumstances, you'd understand. "I don't need a freaking Dr. Phil talks from you. I already get the Oprah and Maury out of Baby Boy and Caleb."

He raised his hands up in a surrender sort of gesture even though I was on the verge of snapping his neck with my bare hands.

"Reid, chill." Baby Boy put his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down.

He failed just like always.

I slapped his hand away, crossing my arms and glaring a hole through the jukebox across the room. You're probably thinking how pathetic I am for being this way for two whole years? Well think about this for a sec: imagine the only thing holding you to the damn planet got up and walked out of your life. Forever. And that she took your heart and common sense with her, leaving this mindless zombie in your body.

Then you'd have my situation.

So suck it.

My fingers gripped the neck of the Budweiser bottle in my hand before I took another gulp, downing the rest of the amber liquid. It must've been my 6th bottle because when I threw it down on the floor with the others, I staggered towards the fridge of my apartment to grab another six-pack.

Tyler had told me that if I didn't stop drinking soon, the alcohol would kill me before the Power even had a chance. Sometimes I think it's better that way.

"Yeah, because Bud doesn't have long legs or pretty eyes that lead you on for two years of your life then leave because they're scared." I sneered at my bottle collection on the floor beside my bed. I popped off the lid, chugging down half the bottle before my phone starting ringing.

"Baby Boy, this better be freaking fantastic." I muttered after I hit the call button.

"Look, man, I think you should get down to Nicky's like now. I've got something to show you." Baby Boy spoke urgently, almost like he wanted to get off the phone. So why the hell did he call me?

"Yeah, that'll happen, Simms. Because I'm totally capable of driving to Nicky's right now." I replied harshly, taking a swig from the bottle again.

"Dammit, Reid!" Baby Boy cursed before he sighed. I could almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger like he did when he was pissed. "Look…just put the beer away for a bit because I've got a surprise for you."

"Gee, thanks, Baby Boy. But my birthday isn't for another few months. Thanks anyways." I stood, guzzling the rest of the beer before I staggered into my living room, leaning against the wall by the window. I could see the ocean across the warehouses and lights of downtown Ipswich, seeing the packed lot of Nicky's from here.

"Reid—Look, forget it. Just make yourself not look so stupid so my surprise can come."

"Baby Boy, if you ordered me a group of strippers-"

"Shut your freakin' mouth, Garwin and just get ready." And he hung up on me.

When did Baby Boy get the balls to hang up on me? I decided I'd kick his ass later.

Instead of following Baby Boy's instructions, I tossed the empty bottle in the trash and plopped down on the couch to watch Family Guy. I didn't bother changing out of the white wife-beater I'd been wearing since last night or out of the dark blue jeans I'd put on this morning to run and get more Bud.

When the doorbell rang twenty minutes later, I lurched to my feet and walked towards the door. Alcohol doesn't really effect me like it does a regular guy my age because of the Power but that still didn't mean I was ready to go get busted by a breathalyzer that said my blood-alcohol level was quadruple the legal limit.

I didn't bother looking through the peephole before I unlocked the deadbolt and flung the door open.

And for a second I thought I couldn't breathe.

I guess seeing her for the first time since that cold February night two years ago does that to me.

Her orange hair now fell in elegant waves down to her ribcage, framing her pale freckled face that she used to hate but I always told her how hot it really was. Sleek black glasses framed her green eyes, which seemed way more emerald green than I remember. She was still that short 5 foot 3 that barely let the top of her head graze my shoulder.

"Hello, Reid." She nodded curtly, adjusting the tote bag on her shoulder.

Oh, Christ. Her voice had even changed. It was so much huskier than I remember and it didn't even have that bad porn star sound that girls used to try and pull of at Spenser. No, Megan Wiles was legit drop-dead sexy.

"Megs?" I breathed, my eyes probably looking like they were about to pop out of my head and hit the floor.

She nodded, crossing her arms as she bit her lip. No matter how much sexier this girl had gotten, she still had that too-damn-cute habit. "I stopped by Nicky's to see if you were there. Tyler told me that you've…been staying home a lot more so I figured I'd drop by to catch up. If…that's alright with you."

I nodded, opening the door a little wider so she could step in beside me. I shut the door after her and she stepped into the living room, looking around in the almost pitch black light. Stupid me didn't bother with the lights any more. No the TV was good enough.

"It hasn't changed much here," She said softly, looking towards the window. "Same amazing view of the bay and Marblehead Cliffs. God, I've missed this place." She whispers and I almost think she's talking to herself but in the silence that follows, I realize she's waiting for me to respond.

"Where did you go?" I asked quietly, taking slow steps toward the window to stand opposite of her on the other side of the huge window.

"To Ireland to visit the family. I flew back to New York about a year ago, where I opened my own fashion design business. It's a small little place on Broadway but it's still my dream." She smiled softly, nothing like the ones she used to give me. This one, however, was one I'd seen many times. It meant strict business.

"What brings you back to Ipswich? I mean, you've got your dream of becoming a huge fashion designer, like you've wanted to be since we were kids." I replied, stuffing my hands in pockets.

She shrugged, turning to lean back against the window. "I don't know. I just…knew there were some things that needed to be cleaned up before I went on with my life."

Like you. I waited for her to say. So I can forget the blonde Playboy I dated all through high school and get on with my life, marry a movie star or a model.

"What, like apologize to Kira Snider for sucker punching her in the nose freshmen year? Megs, you broke her nose to hell and back. There will never be an apology needed for that," I said, grinning.

She laughed, her head actually tossing back a little, before she sighed. "No, definitely not that. I will never regret that." She twirled a curl around her index finger, pursing her lips.

"Then what then?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I figured the one thing that's haunted me since I boarded that plane to Ipswich. That's where I should start, I guess." She sighed, walking over to sit on the couch across the room, patting the cushion beside her for me.

Once I sat down, she clasped her hands together, still looking out the window at the night sky above Ipswich. That was one of the many things I had loved about Megs. When she thought about something, she really thought about it. She knew exactly what to say and when to say it, almost like she'd rehearsed anything she ever said.

"Reid, when I left it wasn't because I was scared of you. I was scared for you," She said softly, looking away from the window to look at me seriously.

I felt my eyebrows furrow on my forehead and she held up a hand, gesturing for me to stay quiet. So I kept my big mouth shut for once.

"After you told me about the Power, yes I scared shitless of you. For about five minutes. After those five minutes, I realized that you were the same Reid Garwin that had been my best friend since I was five. The same Reid Garwin that had kicked Ryan Adams for stealing my Hello Kitty purse in the second grade. The same Reid who had single-handedly kicked Aaron Abbott's ass for asking if I 'wanted a ride on his disco stick.'" She turned to me, those green eyes holding me where I sat. "The same Reid Garwin I fell in love with."

I felt my heart stop again, the same way it did the night she left. Whether the reason was better or worse, I didn't know yet.

"Then you started talking about the whole Chase thing and how Caleb never found his body, I started worrying more and more for you. Some deep pain in my heart knew that he wasn't really dead and that only meant that he was coming for you guys. Then you said that you guys felt someone Using but it wasn't any of you, I knew something was completely and utterly wrong." She closed her eyes, wringing her hands together nervously. "The following nights were hell for me because I started getting nightmares about him, about you. That he would fight you until you were so broken that he could take your Powers without even trying. I knew he was giving me those nightmares and the only thing I could think of to do was run. Away from you, away from Ipswich. I couldn't be a liability to you, Reid. I knew that he'd use me against you, to pull you in to some kind of trap so he could have your Powers. I couldn't let that happen to you."

By the time she finished talking, I was shaking. My hands were clenched into tight fists and I could feel my anger boiling deep inside me, igniting my Power. From the scared look of Meg's eyes, I could tell my own eyes were flashing.

"Reid, I'm sorry I did that to you. P-please don't be mad at me." She said quickly, reaching for one of my shaking hands but pulling her hand back quickly.

"Not. At. You." I manage to snarl out, standing and spinning to land a good punch to the wall.

That bastard had hurt my Megs. I swore to all that was holy that I'd find that bastard and strangle him with my bare hands. He Used on my girl. There was no other penalty than death for that.

"Reid," I felt her hands on my shoulders, making me turn around to face her. "Listen to me. I left and the nightmares stopped, that sick feeling stopped. Of course I was terrified that once I left, I didn't know what was happening here with you but I knew it would be better for me to leave than for you to get hurt just because I was too selfish to leave you." She spoke so fast that I could barely understand a word she was saying. I covered her lips with my hand, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Let me get this straight: you left because you were afraid that I couldn't fight off Chase?" I said my face dead serious.

She nodded, her orange curls bouncing.

I looked at her before I burst out laughing. I must've seemed like a lunatic but the fact that she was so terrified of me getting hurt because of Chase was beyond comical.

"Reid, this is not funny!" She said, her emerald green eyes blazing.

That only made me laugh harder. 'Course it hurt like hell when she left but the reason was too damn good.

And for my laughing like a psycho, I received a smack to the face from Megs. I gaped at her, wondering when the hell she become such a firecracker. I didn't really care because it was hot as hell but still.

"Ow?" I said, putting a hand over my cheek, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh, you are unbelievable! I come to Ipswich because I've finally gotten the balls to tell you why I've left and you laugh at me? Who the hell do you think you are?" She growled softly, twirling to glare out the window.

I chuckled, walking over to stand beside her. "Megs, I'm not laughing at you. Just the concept of you being afraid of Chase hurting me. I think you've forgotten that you're talking about Reid Garwin here."

She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her hair before crossing her arms tightly over her chest again. "Trust me; I haven't forgotten that little fact. I did fall in love with him, after all."

As soon as she said those words, I could tell by the way she shut her mouth that she hadn't meant to say that.

A slow smirk found its way across my face.

"No, no, no. Don't you dare give me that shit-eating grin, Reid." She said, back up towards the window like a gazelle backing away from a tiger (awesome analogy, huh?).

I took slow steps towards her, until I was standing right in front of her. I braced my hands against the wall on either side of her head, leaning down so that my face was mere inches from hers. "As in 'still in love with?'" I breathed, hearing her breathing accelerate a little. God, that was hot.

Her mouth moved a few times, almost like she couldn't think of what she wanted to say. "N-no!" She finally came up with that brilliant reply that I knew instantly was a lie.

One of my hands slid down the wall to wrap around her back, pulling her flush against my body. The soft gasp she gave was only turning me on so much more. I'd been dying for this moment since she walked out the door.

"Baby, I think you're lying." I whispered, her lips only an inch from mine, where I could feel each little pant coming from her hit my lips directly. "I can see it in those pretty little eyes," I tapped her temple once gently, before I slid my hand down to her lips. "I can see it in the way that you're lips are barely trying to come towards mine," Then I slid my hand down her neck, my fingers trailing over collarbone. "Plus, I can hear it in your heartbeat right now."

Her eyelids were getting very heavy, I could see and her eyes had gotten at least three shades darker. When did this happen to my little angel?

"R-Reid." She barely whimpered my name when I lost it.

I smashed my lips to hers, my hand sliding down her side so that I could wrap it around her waist to pull her flush against my body. She let out a little moan against my lips before her own started moving against mine and I quickly won dominance, slipping my tongue between her sweet lips.

My tongue began to caress hers slowly, so I could feel every vibration of every moan she uttered. Eventually, she came to life under my lips, her hands slowly moving up my chest to tangle her fingers in my hair and her tongue to curl around mine.

I pulled away when she had to breathe but that didn't stop me from attacking the skin of her neck with my lips. I had had two years away from this girl and I wasn't about to waste the time with her I had now. I sucked on her jaw, listening to her moan against my ear, which only pushed me further.

"I've missed you. So. Freaking. Much." I paused in between long kisses that turned into little nibbles as I kissed around to the other side of her neck.

She giggled a little against my ear, snaking her arms around my neck. "I love you," She whispered to me, kissing my ear sweetly.

I pulled back long enough to slip the black ring off my left ring finger onto her own left ring finger. "This. Stays. Here." I say in between the kisses that I press against her hand before I trail the kisses up her arm, back to her neck.

She nods, turning my head towards hers so our lips can fuse together again. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm cradling her in my arms and carrying her down the hall towards my room, where we continued our little reunion privately.

Someone save me if you will

And take away all these pills.

And please just save me, if you can

From my blasphemy in my wasteland.

Author's Note: So how was it? :) I worked for two hours on this puppy and I figured it's a pretty good start for this songfic mania :D I do love Reid Garwin (insert swoon here) as I'm sure most people do :) I based this song off the song Save Me by the amazing Shinedown :) I hope you're ready for more soon :) Bye Bye! :D