A/N: A new idea. I know I've got a lot of stories out there but when I get inspired I can't just not write. I do have my internet back, so hopefully the updates will continue as they had like back in may. Please Review. I need to know whether I should continue the story or not bother. If I get less than ten reviews, I don't think I'll continue.

Summary: I did a story about witch hunters. But is that all witches fear? Don't they fear the masses. What would happen if hysteria occurred again, like back in Salem? What if it weren't just a secret society? What if Reid exposes the covenant (again I suppose…it isn't because he's a fuck up. It's because I 3 him. It'd be fun to do a story where Tyler exposes the covenant…prompt anybody?). And what if the kid who catches Reid isn't as harmless as Reid suspects? There will be no Mary sue in this. Don't even know if Sarah and Kate will be in it. It isn't a love story, there's no romance. Sorry kids. Of course the Oc –- the kid who saw him use -- is going to have a big part, but there isn't anything I can do about that. The evil is generally always a new character and his part is generally big. I am hell-bent on giving each son something to do in this story though – - so it will span for a like thirty chapters probably, I dunno. Depends on what you want.

Warning: Violence. Lots of Ipswich angst. Cussing. Even in narrative…because that's how I write now. I dunno when that happened. Maybe sex, but probably not. This is really not a romance fic in ANY way. There are no relationships (except maybe the ones already established in the move). This isn't slash. A rare thing, evidently, for me. Just Bromance. Not a lot –- on the surface. Because guys aren't like that. And because of that, the fic is rated T. It may change if the content I've got in mind changes but probably not.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Covenant movies or any characters from said movie. All I own is this plot and Matthew Clyde. And the embellished personalities of covenant characters. Because the movie sucked ass on that aspect. And I claim the personalities…..

"Strength is not if you can fight all evil that comes to you, and running away does not necessarily make you a coward. It's walking in the dusk between light and dark, not crossing over either way, it takes true strength and courage to do this…it is too easy to fall either way.

Jerry Grant Blakeney

Reid Garwin was supposed to possess the devil may care attitude. Isn't that what people kept describing him as? So why did those eyes still haunt him? It'd been three weeks. Sure if that kid had really saw what Reid had thought he'd seen, he would have done something by now, right? He would have told somebody, or confronted Reid. Or done something. Why couldn't Reid just forget those eyes, those dark eyes, silently sinister, yet enlightened with realization. He could practically see the wheels turning in the kid's head. Reid huffed a loud grunt and turned over in bed.

Tyler's quiet snores and low breathing momentarily filled the room once more. It was almost rhythmic, the way Tyler slept, curled in a tight ball beneath the heavy blankets yet still managing to shiver from time to 

time, face buried and perfectly slack as he dreamt. They both knew Tyler was plagued by nightmares more often than Caleb was. His just never came true, so the covenant managed to ignore them. But Reid couldn't, because he was always the one that had to wake up Tyler. He was the one that always had to kneel beside him and wait for those terrified, wild eyes to focus on him. He had to wait for Tyler to realize it was just Reid. But even then the boy never relaxed. It was easy for Caleb and Pogue to ignore Tyler's inner turmoil. But Reid was with him all the time. The turmoil locked tightly within Tyler became more and more obvious each day.

But for tonight, it was easy to ignore his troubles, because the bliss of complete blackness wasn't going to last. He was the reason Reid always snuck in at night, not because he was ashamed, but because he didn't want to wake Tyler. It didn't help that Tyler was an unbelievably light sleeper.

Maybe he should have told Tyler about the kid. The kid who had seen everything. He was supposed to tell Tyler everything. Wasn't he? He didn't have a problem telling Tyler about the chicks he bagged. He didn't have a problem complaining to Tyler about…anything. He didn't have a problem lounging around Tyler's house, ribbing him about his nonexistent video game skills. Why hadn't he told Tyler? It couldn't be because he feared Tyler would tell Caleb. This was a problem of the covenant, even if it meant another lecture and that stupid disappointed glare from Caleb; the same glare that still managed to make Reid feel guilt.

He sighed loudly and shifted restless in his bed. It'd been three weeks. That's three weeks his stupid conscience had kept him awake all night and on edge all day. Three weeks. He should be ready to pass the fuck out. Tyler had already commented on his paler, if possible, complexion. He already noticed the dark purple smudges beneath Reid's suddenly duller eyes. His lack of energy in swim practice; of course the couch riding Reid's ass wasn't helping the blonde. The older boy had grown quieter, his mischief seemingly absent. He was suddenly so tired, and stressed out, lately. No fun at all, Tyler had said. He had also said he was worried, and irritated that Caleb and Pogue seemed to either not notice or pretend to not notice the sudden drastic change. He had asked him why. Asked him what had changed, what had happened. Why was Reid different? Reid merely shrugged him off and turned away but he couldn't escape Tyler's curious eyes, always watching him. The boy was annoyingly perceptive. Observant. Made Reid want to punch him.

Reid sighed again and shifted his position. He was actually bored. Not tired. But bored and frustrated and on the verge of calling it quits and getting up to get ready for school. "What the fuck, Reid." The voice was so sudden that Reid actually jumped. When he forced himself to relax, a frown settled squarely on his dried lips. "Quit fucking moving."

"S'not my fault you've got fucking supersonic hearing," Reid hissed. His voice was quiet, raw even. It sounded strained and annoyed and frustrated and every other emotion the boy felt yet wouldn't ever be able to voice. He wanted to pass out, because this constant anxiety was driving him insane. "Go back to sleep."

"You know I won't be able to now," Tyler murmured, though his words were laced thickly with exhaustion. He sounded tired and his eyes felt heavy. His lips barely moved, the sound coming out quiet, slurred. But 

Reid did know sleep wouldn't reclaim him. He'd been a victim of insomnia when they were younger and sleep came to him hard at sometimes too. The nightmares didn't help at all, though. "What's wrong, Reid?"

"I told you it was nothing," Reid said. He wanted his voice to sound harder than it did. He sounded tired, fed up. On the verge of quitting. "Quit asking."

"Fine," Tyler sighed. The sleep had vanished from his voice; he almost sounded annoyed. Was that hurt speared through his words? He hated how easily Reid could talk about stupid shit - useless knowledge nobody really needed to know. But when it came to the stuff that really matters, oh no - Reid had to shut up like a clam. He hated how the older boy always closed in on himself, almost instinctively, whenever he got himself into trouble. He never asked for help. Stupid Reid.

Tyler promptly turned away and curled in on himself. He wasn't going to fall back to sleep, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to try. Stupid Reid wakes me up because he can't lay fucking still. Stupid conscience is too heavy, that's what it is. Weighed down by all the guilt of being an ass. And waking up his roommate, only person stupid enough to ever be best friends with him, because he can't lay still. And now he won't fucking talk to me. Because he's an ass. And what the hell am I supposed to do now? I can't sleep and I don't feel like getting up. A glance at the alarm clock beside his bed and his frown deepened. Fucking three in the morning. What the fuck? Stupid Reid.

Reid was quiet for a moment, peering into the darkness in Tyler's general direction. "Okay, Tyler. I'm sorry." The words meant nothing. Reid seemed to apologize all the time lately. He'd become a real fuck up, except lately it seemed completely accidental. He actually managed to look sheepish, even guilty when he apologized. "Tyler." Tyler closed his eyes and shrugged deeper into his blanket. "Look I fucking apologized, alright? Quit being such a bitch." Tyler ignored him and bit back the small grin when Reid's irritated growl reached his ears.

"Fuck." The movement was nearly silent, as Reid slid out of his blanket and crossed the room. He tore away Tyler's blanket but the younger boy didn't flinch or jump. He'd anticipated Reid's movement. He'd heard everything. Another perk to the power, Caleb had said - even though he was ascended, and he didn't have this perk. A pain in the ass was more like it. It made sleeping that much harder.

Reid reached forward and physically, roughly, turned Tyler to face him. He pinned him onto his back, but he didn't look as pissed as he had sounded. "You don't have to tell me shit. Go back to sleep." He tried to turn away but Reid wouldn't let him. "You said you weren't forceful." Despite his exhaustion and earlier irritation, Tyler managed to bat his eyelashes at his best friend. "But hey, if you wanna get kinky like that…"

Generally Reid would've cracked an amused smile, but he didn't. He was rubbing off on the younger boy and at times it made him smile. The jokes Tyler would utter in the presence of Caleb was enough to tear laughter from Reid. Especially the look on Caleb's face…But he couldn't right now, not with what he knew he was about to tell Tyler. "You know that kid, Matthew Clyde?" Tyler shrugged, all previous humor gone from his face. Sure, he knew the kid. But he hadn't ever spoken to him before. Reid cleared his throat. Maybe he should try to go about this a different way. His hand had grown clammy and wet on Tyler's arm, 

but the younger boy didn't comment on it. Reid knew he noticed. Tyler noticed everything. "You remember last month, when Caleb Used on you?"

"Yeah." This got a reaction from the boy. His voice sounded harder, stiff. The first time Caleb had ever Used on anyone - besides Reid. Sure, it'd been an accident. Reid had moved too quickly, he had inched too close to Tyler, not that he had meant to. When the younger boy had tried to stop Caleb, he had taken the blast just as much as Reid had. Reid had been thrown back into him and his elbow had caught Tyler in the ribs, breaking a few. And Tyler's body hadn't grown accustomed to the abuse that Reid took with ease. His back was still slightly sore, from hitting the crates at the back of Nicky's. His cuts still hadn't healed completely. He grimaced at times too, when he strained his ribs. He couldn't swim and that put him automatically on the couch's hitlist. He still didn't talk to Caleb, as if he were conversational before. Reid had been the only one to comment on Caleb's misuse of the power –-- he'd sounded more upset that Caleb had hit Tyler than he had been when Caleb had hit him. He hated it when someone touched Tyler like that. He hated seeing the hurt flicker across Tyler' face.

"So, I was pissed, right?" Reid began slowly, tentatively. The boy had been just as pissed at Reid that night, but Reid had tried to make it up to him. Caleb had only apologized. Reid showed remorse. "And since you left kind of abruptly, I walked home." Something changed in Tyler's gaze. It was eight miles from Nicky's to the dorms. Twelve from Nicky's to Reid's parents' home. Tyler had forgotten all about the older boy in his own rage. But Reid was there when he woke up so he had just assumed that he had slipped in after he'd already fallen asleep. "I kind of Used." Tyler couldn't understand why Reid looked so sheepish about his confession. He Used all the time. He shook his head and shrugged in confusion. "That kid Matthew was there. Out in the middle of fucking nowhere. I didn't see him before…before he saw me. I think he saw something, Ty."

Tyler's gaze darkened immediately and his mouth gradually shifted from a slack line to an understanding "O". And then his gaze shifted altogether. It took on the worry that Reid had been harboring for the past month. "Reid," he said, shaking his head disapprovingly. He shifted; quickly pulling himself into a sitting position but Reid quickly pressed a hand against his bare chest and pushed him back down to the bed.

"You're not gonna tell Caleb, right?" He almost sounded like he were pleading. The sound was foreign in Reid's voice. Scary. And he didn't even know why he cared. Caleb should know. They were all in danger.

Tyler blinked. "Of course I'm telling Caleb," he nearly whispered. Reid's eyes narrowed and he sighed loudly. But his hand was still on Tyler's chest, still hold him in place. The pain registered in the back of Tyler's mind. "You can't be serious, Reid. You've just endangered the entire covenant. Hundreds of years. How can you not think about telling Caleb? I don't think you understand the danger you've just put all of us in. Reid --"

Reid sighed loudly again, drowning out Tyler's sentence. He knew it wasn't a good idea. He was just forcing somebody else to worry about what he couldn't stop worrying about. Tyler had enough problems as it was. "Fuck that," he told Tyler in a quiet, stern voice. "I'll handle this on my own. It's just Clyde. Not like he's dangerous or something. He's a fucking nerd. I'll just talk to him tomorrow and tell him –--"



"You haven't talked to him yet?" Tyler asked incredulous. "Jesus Christ, Reid. It's been a month. Who knows what he's thinking now – how twisted his ideas have gotten. What if it's too late to assure him we're not demonic entities hell-bent on taking over the world?" Reid cocked an eyebrow. Wtf? "What if he's already told somebody, Reid?"

"So what?" Reid asked. He sounded amazingly reasonable, even when Tyler was voicing his own concerns. "What's he gonna say - I have magical powers? He doesn't even know about the rest of you. He didn't see any of you Use. And maybe he mistook it for something else. When I hit you…I think I broke something. Like in my arm. So I used a little, to fix whatever it was. But it wasn't that obvious Ty. He was far away, I don't think he could've seen my eyes. It's just that look he gave me..." Reid shivered. He did give him the creeps, the absolute understanding within that gaze. "You know what?" He snapped, even though the younger boy hadn't said anything. "You fucking asked, alright? I was gonna take care of all of this on my own, but you wanted to fucking know. So quit bitching." And with that, Reid pulled away from Tyler and quickly padded across the floor to his bed. He heaved a sigh and disappeared beneath his blanket. The two remained laying in silence for a minute before Reid broke the silence tentatively. "Are you gonna tell Caleb?"

"Not yet," Tyler answered quietly. His voice barely reached Reid's ears. Since he could hear everything, sometimes he forgot to speak up. Reid never seemed to complain about it even though it seemed to annoy Pogue to no end. "Don't fuck this up, Reid."

Reid was quiet for a moment. "I won't," he murmured. "I'll talk to the kid tomorrow. See if he's got anything to say."

"And if he does?" Tyler prompted.

Reid shrugged. "I dunno. I'll wing it."

"Reid…"

Reid felt himself smile. "I'll be a good boy, Ty," he yawned. "Thanks baby boy."

"For what?" Tyler managed. Reid suspected he already knew. He knew a lot more than he ever let on, a fact that annoyed Reid more than anything else. He shrugged. Perhaps everybody was the same. Maybe they all needed appreciation at times. Tyler didn't get enough of that. He stood there, silent before all three sons, allowing them to bitch about their own lives. But who ever listened to Tyler bitch? Who ever needed to? Because Tyler never did. He never complained. Fucking martyr.

"You know what, Bitch," Reid grunted. "For letting me take care of this myself. First. For not bitching at me, like Caleb would've. For not lecturing me."

Tyler shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. Sure Reid complimented him, but his voice was different. Genuine. "I don't think you need a lecture right now. You know you fucked up, Reid. That's all that matters. This feeling you've got right now. How you've been beating yourself up for the last month. This is 

what will help you more than lectures. Don't fucking forget it. Don't ever do this to us again, Reid. It was an accident, I get that. But if this ever happens again –-"

"It won't," Reid assured him. And with that reassurance he managed to slip into a light, half hearted sleep