A/N: So, this is what I did in England. I got the inspiration from all of the school-uniformed English kids I saw on the streets after their high school let out and also my abnormal psychology class, which will come into play later in on the story. This is me expanding my horizons, although, I admit not very far. I guess I just have a thing for hot, disruptive white-blond guys with special powers. So, to all of those out there like me, enjoy. Oh, yeah, it's also good for Caleb fans, because he seems like a genuinely nice guy and my sister likes him. Hey, Steve is pretty hot, and he sings, and plays. Nice.

Summary: So Caleb and Reid don't get along very well. Is it just that they don't understand each other? Why does Reid behave the way he does? What, if anything, could bring the boys together? Well, perhaps discovering some of Reid's secrets would help.

Disclaimer: Just another hot blond I don't own. Oh yeah, I don't own the rest of them either. Oh yeah, and I wrote this while away, and I didn't really edit besides a quick look over. Sorry for any mistakes. Oh yeah, I, well Reid, uses some language because I've fallen under the English influence, and also because let's face it, Reid swears.

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It was the doorbell that roused me from my sleep and I frowned. Who on earth would be calling at this hour? Pogue and Tyler were away for a vacation, which left me with the very annoying Reid for eight days. Night was the only time I could escape the youngest member of our little group, and Lord knows, without night to myself, I may have been the next homicide-suicide story on the news.

Reid was showy, egotistical, full of bad attitude and a true rebel without a cause. He and I grated on each other, had always grated on each other for as long as I can remember. I hated his lack of respect for authority, the way he thought he could do anything he wanted, and he hated me for having power over him.

I pulled on a shirt with my pajama pants as I stumbled down the stairs to the large front door, even as the doorbell was rung again and a fist pounded on the door.

I frowned and pulled it open.

Reid Garwin stood in the pouring rain, heedless of the fact that it was one in the morning.

"About time," he said, brushing past me and into the foyer. "Did you want me to drown?"

I felt like pointing out the fact that the man he was with had a perfectly large umbrella, so why didn't he share, when Reid turned on Umbrella-Man.

"See," he said. "I have a place to stay, you can shove off now."

I was confused. The man was middle aged and average looking; he was not Reid's father, as the man had died before Reid was even born, nor was he any relation to the white blond.

Umbrella-Man frowned, squinting up at me. "Is there any parental supervision in this house?" he asked snootily.

Reid jumped in before I could answer.

"Yes, Caleb's mom is upstairs in her room, but she's probably sleeping by now. However, she knows that I'm here and she told Caleb to make up the guest room for me."

She most certainly did not, and Reid had most certainly not called. What the hell was going on?

"Very well then," said the man. "I will see you tomorrow then, Mr. Garwin, and I expect real answers."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Reid, waving him off and then he shut the door in his face. I waited until the man left before exploding.

"The hell are you doing here at one in the morning?" I demanded.

"What, not happy to see me?" he asked, shooting me a grin that was one part baiting, two parts deliberate aggravation.

"If you must know, no, I'm not. It's late, I have school tomorrow, and I just got mother to bed and I don't want her waking up."

"Dude, chill," he said, going on the defense at my tone of voice. "I'm not staying. I just needed to throw off Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass there."

He brushed past me, his drenched clothing transferring the rain water onto my own clothes and I glared. I actually had to refrain myself from yelling as he picked up the silver phone in the foyer and flopped into a recently refurbished armchair, completely disregarding his sodden state and the wet, muddy water he was dripping everywhere.

He dialed nonchalantly and then kicked his legs over the side of the chair, leaning back onto a brocade pillow and ruining that as well.

"Hey, Joe. It's me," he said. "Listen, can I crash with you for tonight?"

There was silence and then, "Yeah, it is actually."

He glanced furtively my way and then spoke lower, hunching over the phone. I didn't catch much from the conversation except 'neighbor, left, and cops'. I didn't try to listen anymore but leveled him with a stare.

He hung up and turned to me with a placating grin.

"See, Joe's coming to pick me up," he said. "He's at Nicky's right now, so it will just be a few minutes. You could even go back to sleep now if you wanted to."

Like I would leave him alone in my house?

"Reid," I said. "Please tell me that wasn't a policeman at my door."

"That wasn't a policeman at your door," said Reid obediently, but his face flushed ever-so-slightly. He knew I could read him because he stiffened even as I opened my mouth.

"The hell did you do, Reid? He didn't catch you using, did he?"

"What?" That was indignant, the way Reid always got when I accused him of showing off his powers. "No!"

I couldn't tell then if he was lying or not, the same way I wasn't sure if Reid was telling the truth when I thought Chase's work was his. Whenever Reid got worked up like that, all he showed was anger and resentment, masking the tell-tale signs of embarrassment or guilt. I narrowed my eyes.

"Then perhaps you could explain to me why a policeman was delivering you to my door at one in the morning?"

"I didn't do anything wrong, if that's what you're thinking," said Reid.

"Then explain the cop." My patience was wearing thin.

Reid opened his mouth, prepared to retort something that was most likely along the lines of 'none of your business', but then he sneezed and I realized that his soaking state was doing more than ruining the furniture. He was going to catch sick, especially because it was quite cold for early fall, even for where we were.

"Alright," I said wearily. "Come on."

I jerked my head for him to follow me and then started up the stairs. I stopped when Reid made no attempt to follow me and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, are you coming or not?"

"Coming where?" Reid asked suspiciously.

"To the bathroom," I said. "You're taking a hot shower and I'm finding you some dry clothes."

He looked surprised at that, but quickly joined me walking up the steps. Now that we were in a closer proximity, I could hear his teeth chatter and his lips were purple.

I didn't have to show him where the bath was as he was quite familiar with my house. Being the leader of the Ipswich meant that often times the boys would meet me here for research or to merely hang out. We had even met at Pogue's before, and Tyler's once. Now that I realize it, I had never been to Reid's home. I'd seen it, of course, when I would pick him up for school on a rare occasion, but the large mansion seemed much like my own and I held no particular interest in it. I was curious now though, to what it looked like.

Reid was stripping even before he entered the bathroom and I had to shut the door behind him. Honestly, was the boy really this needy, or did he just enjoy baiting me?

I rummaged around my room for clothes that would fit Reid. While he was only a few inches shorter than me, he was a great deal thinner, not having the bulk of muscle I did. I knew that it was just another thing Reid resented about me. His frame would always be lank, and while he did have well-defined abs and biceps, they were just toned, and not, what Sarah calls mine, rippling.

The house phone rang then and I lunged for it, not wanting my mother to wake up.

"Hello?" I asked, wondering who it was.

"Hey," said a voice. "Is Reid there?"

I frowned, not liking the idea of Reid's friends calling here for him. While they weren't particularly bad people, they were…shady.

"Yes, he is."

"Good. Can you tell him that I looked for a car, but like I told him before, mine's in the shop, so if he is coming over, he'll have to walk?"

"But it's raining," I said, surprised.

"Which is why I looked for a car, but it's a no go. He's walked it before though, but do tell him I'm sorry."

"I will," I said, frowning slightly. "Who is this again?"

"Joe. Joe Greer. I go to school with him."

I knew who Joe was, but didn't tell him that. I was grateful to Reid not giving away the fact that it was my phone number, and a little curious to the idea that Reid, who couldn't go a day without complaining or whining about something, was going to walk…I squinted, trying to gauge the distance, a good eight miles in the pouring rain. There was also the fact that Joe said he had done it before. Since he had not walked from my house before, I assumed he meant from his own, which was even further, perhaps twelve or thirteen miles.

I made my decision.

"Actually, he'll be staying with me for the night. Thank you anyway."

"Oh, good," said Joe. "It is raining pretty hard."

And then he hung up and I replaced the phone in the cradle and returned to my search for Reid's clothes, wondering about what was the next step.

Not surprisingly, Reid took a lengthy shower, finally stepping out once the room was good and steamed, a towel wrapped around his waist. Like usual, the color of his hair astounded me. Even when wet, it was still a light yellow.

"Do you have my clothes?" he asked me, rubbing at his hair with a smaller towel.

"Yes," I said.

He glanced at me a little weirdly, seeing as I had no clothes with me.

"Well?" he asked, going on the defensive yet again. I could tell because he tensed slightly.

"First you tell me what you were doing with the policeman."

Something flickered in his light blue eyes. I couldn't tell what it was because once more he was becoming angry and that covered the other emotions.

"It's none of your business."

"You're at my house so I think it is my business. I could be harboring a fugitive."

"If I had done something against the law he would have taken me to jail and not your house."

"If you haven't done something wrong, than you can tell me, can't you? You're not getting the clothes until you explain yourself."

I sounded like my mother right then, well, how she used to be. I was actually quite proud of it.

Reid snarled. "Fuck this."

He turned back to the bathroom, intent upon getting his wet clothes, but I reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Reid-,"

He shoved me away. "Go to hell, Caleb."

I grabbed his arm again, tighter this time, and turning him to face me.

"Not until you tell me what is going on."

"Not happening Danvers, now let go!" He tried to twist out of my grasp, but I didn't let go, holding on with bruising force.

"You're not leaving until you tell me."

I should have seen it coming. Being ascended means that I can tell when someone is going to use by a thrum in my head. But I didn't, and so I was flung backwards by Reid's force field.

He glared at me as I stumbled against the opposing wall, challenge in his eyes. I responded.

I flung my own shockwave at him, but he blocked it, sending an arrow of magic my way. I caught it and sent it back at him, something I learned from Chase. He wasn't expecting that and it hit, sending him sprawling. I took the chance and leapt forward in a magically-enhanced lunge.

I was on top of him before he could recover, straddling his waist and grabbing at his shoulder. My fingers hit the pressure point by his neck, I could tell when he gasped, but I didn't let up. Pain is one of the most effective ways of disabling a person's use of magic because magic takes control to tap into, control and concentration, both of which are hard to do when injured.

He writhed underneath me but I just pressed down harder. He actually cried out at the shock I sent through his body and I let up slightly.

"Do not, ever, use your magic against me," I said, threat coloring my voice black. "Do not use at all, do you hear me?"

"What's the matter, Danvers," he asked derisively, his lip curling. "Scared?"

I dug my fingers harder into his shoulder in response and he winced, breath catching. It was all I could do not to slap him, and under any other circumstances, I would have, but for some reason I tried another tactic, speaking to him like I would to Pogue or Tyler.

"Do not attack me, because you will lose. What's worse, you will become addicted to the power and end up shriveled away like my father was."

My calm paid off because Reid's eyes cleared, widening when I mentioned my father. I think that might have been the first time he ever listened to me, and I wonder if that was all I had to do, talk to him as an equal and not the immature, rebellious kid he made himself out to be.

I released his shoulder, noting how he relaxed marginally, now that the pressure was off. I got to my feet, still staring at him, lying on my floor in nothing more than a towel with red marks on his arm and shoulder that would probably turn blue with time.

"The clothes are on my bed," I said. "Go change and then come down and explain. I'll be waiting for you and don't even think about running because I will drag you back."

I didn't wait for an answer, but left. I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on for a cup of herbal tea, and then, deciding to be nice, the coffee pot for Reid. He was one of those people that drank coffee even in the middle of the night. I was quick to pull the kettle off, before it whistle too loud, not wanting to wake my mom, and then I sipped at my tea and waited.

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