Disclaimer: Don't own them…(sigh).

Well, this is the third in the Unexpected Visitor series. I was going to tag on the second to the first, but I didn't want to lose my reviews (because I love them so), so I didn't, even though the second one is kinda short. Oh well, this one is longer. Enjoy!

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Reid woke up to screaming. Not an 'I'm in pain' scream, but a terrified, 'holy fuck, I'm going to die' scream.

He was out of his bed in an instant, easily finding his way out to the hall by the light of the moon that shone through the curtains. The scream stopped, but that didn't deter Reid from bursting into Caleb's room and picking out the shadowy figure of the oldest Ipswich sitting up in bed. He could hear the harsh gasps for air even though he could tell that Caleb was trying to calm himself, to make it appear as if nothing was wrong.

"Caleb? Are you okay?" he asked, wondering if he should step closer, or back away. He wasn't good with the whole 'comfort' thing.

"I'm fine," said Caleb. His voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Bad dream?" asked Reid, and then mentally swore at himself. Of course it was a bad dream.

"Yeah," said Caleb.

"What was it about?"

A pause. Reid shifted in the silence.

"Sometimes it helps if you talk about it," he said, repeating what his grandmother had told him when he was little.

Caleb sat back in bed. Reid could see him run a hand through his hair.

"Do you want me to call Pogue?" asked Reid, wondering if that was a better option than talking to him. He wasn't really offended; he knew that Pogue and Caleb got along just like he and Tyler did.

"No."

"Oh."

Another silence. Reid hated the silence.

"Was it a vision?"

"I don't know."

"Was it just a bad dream?"

"I don't know."

"Well, what happened?"

"I said 'I don't know' Reid!"

That was a shout and Reid jumped a bit, backing up before his anger flared, as it usually did.

"Well fuck me for showing concern," he said.

He turned to go but then Caleb spoke and he stopped, facing the boy once again.

"Reid – don't, I…," Caleb trailed off, before sighing and starting again. "I can't remember. I was…I don't know, but something was coming and when it came, everything just…stopped, or maybe died, I don't know."

"Did you see what it was? The thing that was coming?"

Caleb made a sound of frustration. "I did. I know I saw it, and it had me and it was cold and-and wrong somehow, but I can't see it now."

"Do you think it's covenant related?"

"Yeah, probably. I'll take a look tomorrow. Go back to bed; we've got school in the morning."

Reid knew when he was dismissed, but this time he obeyed, shutting the door quietly behind him. He went back to bed and had a good night's sleep. It was apparent, in the morning, that Caleb hadn't.

"You look like shit," Reid greeted the older boy.

Usually Caleb was up before him, making breakfast or at least setting out coffee, but when Reid had gone down, Caleb was no where to be seen. He had half-way expected that and so he had started the coffee and set out cereal and a few other various pastries he had found in the pantry.

"Thank you," said Caleb, rolling his eyes slightly.

Oh, yes, Caleb hadn't gotten a good night's sleep at all. Reid wondered what would happen if he were to aggravate a sleep-deprived Caleb and then discovered that he didn't have a clue. It made him rather curious.

He watched Caleb carefully as the other boy poured a cup of coffee and drank it black. He always put cream in his coffee and this was different.

"So, I was thinking about that dream you had," said Reid, pretending to be casual about it all, but actually studying the other boy.

Caleb grunted.

"Do you want to hear my theory or not?" asked Reid.

"Will you take 'no' for an answer?" asked Caleb.

"No," said Reid.

Caleb made a 'go ahead then' gesture and sat at the table, staring at his coffee mug as if to make sure it didn't decide to get up and run away.

"I think that you dreamed of getting it on with another guy," said Reid. "And then you found out that you liked it. Hence, the scream."

Caleb didn't respond. It was actually disappointing.

"Hey, Danvers, did you hear what I said?" asked Reid.

"Yes, Reid, I did. And no, it wasn't about me getting it on with a guy. I leave those dreams for you."

Well, cranky Caleb equaled no fun. Reid shrugged; there were other ways of getting on Caleb's nerves. He narrowed his eyes at the tensed muscles of the older boy and decided to change his plan. Caleb needed to let loose and Reid had been rather restless as of late.

Normally, when Reid got restless, he would go to Nicky's and find a fight. He vaguely wondered if Caleb would like to join him, but he shook his head at the idea; Caleb didn't fight for the sake of fighting. Reid decided that he would have to work on Caleb to get him frustrated, or angry enough to fight. Maybe he should use in public, not being seen of course, but then he disposed of that idea. Caleb would only worry about him then, and he didn't need anything else to worry about. Reid decided on holding off on the fight idea until he could think of something to anger Caleb with. For now, he would just be nice and give Caleb a break.

Apparently they didn't have the same idea of being 'nice'.

"Damn it, Reid, it's seven thirty. Why the hell didn't you say anything?"

"You looked stressed. I thought it would be best to let you relax a bit."

"Relaxing does not equal being late for school!"

"Danvers, chill. It takes ten minutes to get to school."

"But we were supposed to be there already!"

"So, you're ten minutes late. Big deal. It's not like you make a habit of being late, in fact, you never have been late before so it's not like they're going to give you detention."

"I don't make a habit of being late, because unlike you, I actually want to learn at school so that I can do something with my life."

"I do stuff with my life," Reid protested.

"Like getting drunk and listening to shitty music?"

"I don't make a habit of it," said Reid. "I was just having a good time. You just need to cut back a bit. You could even skip a day if you felt like it."

"But I can't. I've got my hard classes today and you knew what time it was and you didn't tell me!"

"You can read a clock by yourself, can't you, Danvers?" asked Reid, derision creeping into his voice.

"It's called being helpful. Apparently that's something you can't be."

"I was trying to help. I thought that you could use a break, that's all."

"I have a presentation to give today. One that I'm late for thanks to your idea of helpfulness. In history."

"…oh."

Mr. Rollins taught history and he could be, no, he was, really anal.

"Yeah, 'oh'," said Caleb sarcastically. "Are you ready at least?"

"Yeah, I'm good," said Reid.

"Then come on."

It was funny. Whenever Reid was in a bad mood, everyone seemed to be in a really good mood, but when Caleb was in a bad mood, so was everyone else.

Reid got yelled at twice for talking during Math, was given a detention for not turning in his English assignment, and then he got a test back in Physics that he failed and the teacher threatened to kick him out of the class if he didn't start trying. Reid didn't know how Professor Simmons knew he wasn't trying. Simmons had then made him take off his gloves as they weren't part of the school uniform.

Even the lunch ladies were in a bad mood.

Caleb's mood hadn't improved either. Apparently he had detention for being late to history and had received ten points off his otherwise perfect presentation. Reid could understand the bad mood he supposed, even if he personally didn't care that much about school work.

"Oh, come on," he whispered to Caleb during detention in the library. "You can just do extra credit to keep up your straight A average. It's not the end of the world."

"Mr. Danvers and Mr. Garwin, cease your talking this instant or I will see you here tomorrow as well," hissed the librarian.

"Tomorrow's a Saturday," said Reid.

"Very well, Mr. Garwin, you and Mr. Danvers will be here Monday afternoon as well."

Caleb glared at him and Reid shrugged. It wasn't his fault Caleb had another detention; Ms. Hodges was just in a bad mood.

"I cannot believe you," Caleb raged once they were in the parking lot.

Oh, yeah, another reason Caleb was mad. Because he was late to school, he had to park way out in the boondocks because someone took his parking place.

"What the hell did I do?" asked Reid.

"Number one, letting me be late for school."

"Oh, come on. You can read a clock, Danvers. Don't go blaming that on me."

"But you knew that it was time to go and you didn't say anything."

"I told you already. I thought that maybe you needed a break, that's all."

"You got me a detention. Two of them! I was supposed to go out with Sarah after school today and then we decided to wait until Monday because of the detention to day. I guess I have to cancel that as well now."

"You see each other everyday," said Reid. "I doubt your relationship is going to suffer any."

"Like you would know Mr. 'I only go out to get laid'."

"Hey," said Reid. "That is not true."

"Name one girl that you didn't sleep with after the first date. Name one girl that you stayed with for longer than one month."

"Theresa," said Reid promptly. He had really liked her.

"Isn't that the girl that cheated on you? She was the smart one, cheating on you before you could cheat on her."

Reid glared. "Shut the hell up, Danvers!"

"Or what?" asked Caleb, turning to face him. "I'm ascended now. You can't touch me."

Oh yes, Caleb was just itching for a fight, even if he didn't realize it himself. Reid knew the feeling of pent up frustration, felt it now in fact, and he could see that Caleb was in a similar mindset, so he lashed out with a right hook that was quite powerful after six years of karate. Caleb went down on the pavement, dropping his bag as he did so and his school things scattered. Reid smirked at him.

"Can't touch you, Danvers?" he mocked, already feeling so much better. He was doing both of them a world of good.

Caleb lunged and this time Reid tumbled back on the black top, cushioning his fall with his palms and he was grateful that Mr. Simmons had made him take off his gloves during school. His palms would recover from the scrapes, but his gloves wouldn't have, and he was fond of them.

Caleb straddled him, taking advantage of his position by getting in two punches to his face. Reid recovered and brought up his knee, slamming it into the middle of Caleb's back and then throwing the heavier boy off of him.

They both scrambled to their feet, fists raised, ready for attack. Reid went in, never being one to take the defensive in a fight. He threw a flurry of punches, most of them being blocked, but managing to land one on Caleb's stomach that doubled the boy over. He moved in, but this time Caleb's grabbed his arms and twisted him around, slamming him up against a parked car.

Reid struck back with an elbow, catching Caleb in the side, but then Caleb hooked his foot around his ankle and tripped him. Reid fell back again, hitting the pavement with his already scraped palms and he hissed in a quick breath at the pain. Caleb tried to straddle him again, but Reid shoved the other boy over his head.

Before Caleb had a chance to get off the ground, Reid threw himself on top of the older Ipswich and sent his fist into Caleb's face. His second punch didn't land because Caleb grabbed his wrist and sent his own fist into Reid's stomach and the air wooshed out of his lungs. Caleb easily threw him off, since Reid couldn't breathe, and Reid struggled to all fours, trying to gasp in air in his deflated lungs.

Caleb pressed his advantage and sent him flat on the parking lot, face first. By the time Reid could breathe again, Caleb was holding him facedown to the blacktop.

He struggled to get free, but Caleb wouldn't let him up.

"Fuck you, Danvers!" he ground out.

"Watch your language," came an amused voice.

Caleb immediately got up and Reid rolled over to see Professor Simmons standing over them with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, hey Prof," said Reid, propping himself up on his elbows and smiling as if he and another student had not just been caught fighting on school grounds.

"Mr. Garwin, Mr. Danvers," the teacher responded, giving them both a nod. "I suppose I don't really have to ask what was going on here, do I?"

"Alternative Stress Relief," said Reid. "It's therapeutic."

"I see. And does this practice call for a fight on the pavement?"

"Not on the pavement, per se. We were just a little over eager to try it out. We've had a stressful day."

Professor Simmons turned to study a red-faced Caleb. "You don't say."

Caleb flushed even more and Simmons turned back to Reid.

"To the nurse, Mr. Garwin, and get your hands taped up before you bleed all over your uniform. Mr. Danvers, come with me, if you please."

Reid watched the two leave, grimacing. He had probably just earned themselves another detention and Caleb was going to be pissed.

He sighed and pushed himself off of the parking lot and immediately wished he hadn't. His palms were pretty raw.

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So, there you go. First chapter of a longer story. Please leave a review on your way out!