A/N: Yeah…this is a big leap across from my Kingdom Hearts, but I can't read Kingdom Hearts so I was reading the Covenant and I read a story, "In sickness, but not in health." And I thought it was going to be sooo sad. But it wasn't. It was still a good read but it wasn't sad like the title made it sound…so I made a sad story to delight myself with, because I'm hella-depressed and have writer's block with everything else.

And I've noticed- and this is truly evil, and probably the reason I'm going to alone for the rest of my life- all of my favorite male characters, they're all fucking flamers! Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy…Gay! And for each other even. Sora and Riku from Kingdom Hearts, they were doing something behind the scenes of that game. Will Turner, such a freaking pansy he should go and snog Norrington. It's terrible! I can't help myself. Thus is the reason I have a Caleb/Reid story now, because they were my favorite male characters from the Covenant.

I hope you enjoy this.

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But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-

Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown

before-

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."

Then the bird said, "Nevermore." –The Raven

By Edgar Allen Poe.

"You're sick."

He says it like it's new. Like you haven't been like this for almost a year now. He says it like scolding you for being out of bed at two in the morning is the reason you're like this, or that you can get better by crawling back under the blankets with him. He says it like you don't know.

"I wanted some orange juice."

You tell him that while you gently slosh the orange liquid around. Suddenly it's not that appealing. You've never really liked orange juice and you don't know why it was so appealing when you opened your eyes at two o'seven in the morning. Part of your mind tells you that it was just an excuse to be out of bed. It was something to tell him when he found you…when he followed you.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself, Reid." His brown eyes watch you for a moment. He sees how little you care, or how used you are to this speech. He tries to keep going, to get you to understand, but he can't. He flounders with words, because he can't say it. "You're…not with your body like…Not with…"

You're still staring into you glass of orange juice, your scraggly blonde hair that used to be so pretty falling into your eyes empty blue eyes, when you tell him, bluntly, painfully, "It's called cancer, Caleb, just cancer."

It's been called cancer for almost a year now. It sucks, and there's nothing you can do about it. The Power doesn't help, it can't. You know, Caleb's been trying for a year; he's starting to look like his father did, and you can see the gray near his temples. You're stuck with this, but it's not as if you've got long.

The cancer is terminal. Je4

You'll be gone before the end of the month.

And Caleb will follow right behind you.

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A/N: AHH! I'm a terrible bitch from hell and I should be persecuted. I hope you all enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. It put a flicker back in my heart.

Iggy.