Hey this is my first covenant fic ever! I'm mostly a Twilight writer but due to writer's block there I decided to give this a try. I just kinda fell in love with the Reid/Caleb pairing. It's just so swee-eet. And there are no good fics for them. Few of the awesome ones have stopped updating so I'm just getting my Reid/Caleb fill here.

Chapter 1

Thorns

I sat there. No thoughts in my head, empty, blank and staring. Even the pain had ceased to exist a long time back. Now it was just anesthetic. Like someone had pulled me deep underwater, cutting of all my senses. Or maybe it was just that it wasn't important anymore. Why would I need to hear if I couldn't hear her voice? Why would I need to see if it wasn't her face I saw? Time had ceased to mean much to me. So had my life.

"Hey Cay! You coming over to Nicky's tonight?"

Reid. Of course it was Reid. Who else? I sighed.

"Nope. I think I'm gonna take the rain check on this one. "

"Oh. You sure, man? We could just head back and have a guy's night or whatever…" Reid trailed off hesitantly.

I snorted. "Reid. I'm ok, aright? Just…need to sort my head out, yeah? Just leave me be for a while."

Reid nodded, backing off. Did I imagine or was Reid actually looking a bit hurt? Huh. Must be imagination overload.

I felt a blanket hit my head.

"It's fucking cold, Cay."

I shrugged into the blanket. It was pretty fucking cold.

I don't know when my drooping eyelids slid close and I was asleep, escaping the nightmare of my life for a while.

Reid

Baby boy and Pogue looked up expectantly as I entered the house.

I shook my head once and their faces fell in disappointment.

"How long is he gonna sulk? It's been almost a year." Tyler.

"Seven months, two weeks, three days and about eight hours." Me.

"It's about time he got his head outta his ass!" Pogue.

"Let me just kidnap her, tie her up, flog her, strung her to a pole until she decides to come back to him."

Me, of course.

Ty and Pogue looked at me like I'd lost it. Maybe I had. It was killing me to watch Caleb mope over some no-good, cheating, second-rated floozy bitch. Sarah had made her intentions clear when she'd fled out on Caleb. There had been no explanations, no goodbyes, no closures. Sarah had wounded Caleb and left him bleeding. I felt like I wasn't doing a very good job of picking the pieces. I still remembered the night Caleb had got the news. Pogue, Ty and I'd been at Nicky's waiting for Cay and Sarah to show up, like any other day…

"It's getting late. Think they're gonna show?"

"Relax Ty. It's not even 12. Bet they got delayed making out or something. Make me sick, those two, so blatantly in love and crap. Ugh" I joked.

"Hmm. Not enough game to keep your bed warm, Garvin?"

"Speak for yourself, Pogue. I can get laid any old time, it's just love I can't handle."

But by 2, it was certain Caleb would be a no-show.

"Should I call him?" Pogue wondered.

"Forget it. They're probably busy making goo-goo eyes at each other." My reply was a bit sharper than I'd intended.

"Boy Reid. You got some serious issues with love."

"Just keeping it real, Baby boy."

They both just shook their heads at me as we all piled into my car.

I dropped them off then started driving aimlessly around the road, not quite ready to go home yet. My head was too full of shit. For the rest of the world, I was Reid Garvin, the eternal bad boy son of Ipswich, playboy, party hopper, always full of shit. All people caught was the devil-may-care grin, and the cheeky attitude. What they missed was that it was just a barricade, a defense against being caught vulnerable. My thoughts were brought to screeching halt as I hit the brake full pelt. Some jackass of a person was sitting right in the middle of the road! I got down from the car fully intending to blast at whoever this sorry bastard was.

"Hey! You got a death wish, psycho? I could still run you ov… Caleb?! Fucking hell, Caleb!"

All my anger vanishing, I rushed to his side.

"Caleb. Caleb! Are you ok?"

No response.

He sat there with no emotion flickering on his blank face. He might have been sitting alone.

"Caleb! What's wrong, man?"

I was getting a little freaked out by his behavior. It was 3 in the morning, what was Caleb doing here?

I debated about calling Pogue or Ty. They'd always been closer to Caleb. We just fought too much to ever progress much on friendship. I could have called, I should have called but like a complete moron I can be, I decided could handle it.

"Come on Caleb. Let's get you home."

He made no response to that. He didn't resist as I helped him up but slumped right back to the ground as soon as I let go. I stared at him for a moment then just hoisted him over to the car. It was like moving a dead body. It was creepy. What could have happened to Caleb?

I pulled over in front of his house. Knowing he won't be going anywhere by himself tonight I scrambled to his side of the door opening it slowly. Caleb slumped against me.

"Reid? Reid! Is that…oh my god! Caleb! What's wrong with him? Is he ok? Is he hurt? What happened?" Mrs. Danvers was starting to hyperventilate.

"Hello Mrs. Danvers. I don't know what happened, I just found him at the barn road."

She nodded, visibly trying to collect herself.

I carried Caleb up to his bedroom. Mrs. Danvers followed hovering helplessly around her son.

"Mrs. Danvers, don't worry. I'm sure he'll be fine by morning. I'll stay with him, you know…just in case."

She smiled gratefully.

"I'll be right downstairs. Call me if you need anything. And Reid?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"Oh, no problem."

She left. I settled Caleb on the bed, taking the floor myself.

It felt like I'd just fallen into a fitful sleep when I heard a scream, which was instantly muffled. I sat bolt upright.

"Huh? Wha…who was that?"

I looked around, disoriented.

Caleb was sitting up on his bed, eyes wide and staring. I groaned.

"Caleb?"

He looked like he was shaking. I went to sit beside him, taking his hand. He flinched away from my touch.

"Caleb? Cay? Tell me what's wrong?" I was pleading with him to tell me, to stop hurting himself this way. 'Cause it was apparent that something was wrong. Very wrong.

I placed my arms around his shoulders, persisting when he pulled back violently. His eyes turned black and I went flying, crashing into the wall. It didn't hurt but I stared at him open-mouthed. Caleb was using? He was the strictest about not using the power against each other. I tried to move but his power held me in place.

"..." Caleb roared, mad with rage.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even get myself to speak. I felt helpless in my incapability to help him.

Then Caleb lost it completely. His eyes pitch black; he pulled the bookcase up and smashed it into the mirror. Pieces of glass flew everywhere, cutting him at places. He laughed as if enjoying the pain. His eyes gleamed with a maniacal fervor. The window frames cracked away from their panels and smashed into the door. Bits of wood flew everywhere. He could have avoided them if he wished but he stood right in the way of the sharp, jagged pieces of wood. They pierced his skin and he smiled. The fan broke off the ceiling while still running and landed on the bed, cutting through the bed sheet, the mattress, the pillows then breaking with a crack when it hit the base. The bed flew next, colliding with a huge crash into his built in wardrobe. Caleb started to laugh in earnest.

It unnerved me to see Caleb this unhinged. I tried to speak.

"Caleb? Caleb. Stop this. Calm down. Please."

"Caleb? Reid? Open the door!" Mrs. Danvers' voice floated in, thick with worry.

I tried to move but Caleb's power was stronger than mine. It held me in place, unable to move.

Suddenly something caught his eye and Caleb's face twisted in pain. Howling in rage, he started smashing all the pictures on the mantelpiece. The broken shards of the frames cut his hands, but he paid them no heed. He screamed as if burning at stake.

I knew it was no good but I tried once more.

"Caleb. You're mom's on the door. Stop this."

He stared at me in vindictive fury and I knew I was toast.

He lunged at me like a predator closing in on its prey and then I was being punched, kicked, bitten and scraped like shit. I yelled and screamed but most of all I worried. I would heal, but would he?

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