One shot
Chase/OC
He woke up with a start. Something was wrong. Something wasn't in the right place. He looked around the room – dim light, simple furniture, his clothes scattered around the room. That's it. It was just HIS clothes, which meant that she left. He sat on the bed. It was a mess, but that's ok considering what had happened there last night. Damn, that girl is probably the best he ever had. She never requires anything, never asks questions about his life, and never stays over the night. She saves him a lot of time and trouble explaining her why he wants her out of his apartment in the morning.
Chase massaged his temples. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Brightness of the light bulb had blinded him for a minute or two. The man he saw in the mirror looked tired and lost. And quite aged. He was only 19 but already looked about 25. It was practically fine. Girls liked older men. She liked him because he looked older, and felt older and acted like a grown up serious man. She was rather serious girl for her 19 too. He washed his face with coldest water and shaved. He had to look fresh young and friendly today. Today he was moving back to Spencer Academy dormitory.
It took them all quite a while to get used to idea of him being part of their lives again. They were so not happy about letting him in again. Especially Pogue – he was ready to tear Chase apart when he showed up half a year after the whole story. Caleb was as sensible as always. Kate was now more aware of what had happened between the Sons and Chase. He felt slightly bad about losing her trust and kind of friendship they had. Reid, Sarah and Tyler tried to avoid him as best as they could. He didn't actually care. He wasn't supposed to hang out with them all the time. All he had to do was stay close so they could be sure he won't try something wicked again. There was another reason that actually worried him. The Book of Damnation held many secrets. One of those secrets was prophetic. Caleb told him all in details only because they needed all five descendants to protect the Covenant. So this wrecked unstable peace between them was born. Chase was going back to the academy.
He packed his stuff and looked around the room to check if he'd forgotten anything. He never opened the curtains before; he knew the room lit with grey dim light. Once again something was wrong. Chase blinked and finally spotted a light grey silk scarf on the chair. It was the same colour as walls and bed sheets; that's why he didn't notice it before. She must've left it there. He took it and breathed in the slight hint of her perfume. He didn't intend to meet her ever again. Now he'll have to find her and give it back. Or probably he could take it. Or he could just throw it away – the litter bin was near the door. So many possibilities.
Chase put scarf in his jacket's pocket, took his bag and locked the door. An hour later he was at the steps of Spencer Academy. No emotions. Last year he entered the building with the anticipation of oncoming triumph. Now he had no emotions. Power addiction and near death experience changed something within him. But not completely. He still felt like Chase Collins – an ambitious and intelligent young man. But he was tired and expressionless. The only things that made him feel more alive were Using and her. He tried to give up the first and break up with the second.
'I thought you'll never show up,' Caleb looked at the fifth Covenant member from the doorframe.
'Running away is not my style, Danvers.' Chase smiled at him and spotted his nervous expression. This was going to be an interesting year.
