"So did you talk to him?" Questioned Caleb, the second Reid stepped foot into their dorm. Reid didn't answer as he walked past his older brothers and sat on Pouge's bed.

"Did you?" Pouge pressed, noticing Reid's face fall.

"I guess you can say that." Reid mumbled, before adding, "Not really."

"What did you do?" Caleb asked, trying to keep calm.

"We had a fight." Reid stated simply, signing as he rested his head in his hands.

"That fight better had been just words Reid!" Pouge threatened, his hands fisted.

Reid stayed silent, already knowing the consequences of what he had done.

"REID!" Caleb exploded, "How could you? You two are best friends! Please Reid, Please tell me you didn't Use."

"He started it!" Reid whispered, knowing that wouldn't help him one bit.

"That's not the point!" Caleb yelled, "You guys could have exposed us or hurt each other!" Worry suddenly took over Caleb's anger, "You didn't hurt each other did you?"

"I don't know!" Reid said as he finally lost it and started crying.

"Reid, you have to tell me what happened, right now. Tell me every detail!" Caleb said, standing in front of the weeping boy.

"I entered the dorm and he was in bed. I asked him what was wrong but he wouldn't answer me. Things got out of hand, and I said I was glad Aaron hit him." Reid cried, seeing the look of disapproval without lifting his head from his hands.

"Then he sent an energy ball at me, and I was sent out of the door. He followed me, and I sent a ball back. It pushed him all the way down the hall, and he landed hard. He sent another ball back, but he was getting weaker, and I told him that. I sent another powerful ball at him, I could hear him whimpering, see the pain in his face, but I still continued. I said horrible things to him. Things I didn't mean! I was so cruel, so foul. I could see his heart break. He tried to send energy at me, but I reflected it, and sent it back to him. He couldn't move anymore, I don't even know if he was conscious when I left!" Reid was now full on crying, wondering if Tyler will ever forgive him.

"Pouge, comfort Reid, I'm going to find Tyler, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, and please don't get angry at him, this is different to our other fights, no lecture is going to be worse than the guilt he is feeling." Caleb explained before running out of the dorm to go find Tyler.

Pouge sat beside Reid, pulling him into a tight hug, letting to boy cry into his chest, while whispering sweet words, to help calm his brother. Pouge knew that under any other circumstance, this would be incredibly awkward, and Reid would probably punch him and call him gay, but they were 'brothers' and friends, and Pouge knew that sometimes, this is what was needed.

Caleb ran down the hallways, resisting the urge to call out Tyler name, risking waking the other students up. He ran straight to Reid and Tyler's dorm, knowing that was where the fight took place.

He rounded another corner, before gasping and skidding to a stop. He could see a body lying on the floor, knowing too well that the brown mop of hair was his baby brothers.

He started running again, falling to his knees in record time, beside his youngest brother. Caleb thought Tyler was unconscious at first, before he heard the soft whimpers escaping the boys' lips.

"Tyler?" Caleb called softly, shaking the boy slightly, "Come on; open your eyes Baby Boy."

After another soft groan, Tyler opened his blue eyes slightly, waiting as the person in front of him came into focus.

"That's it," Caleb encouraged, "Wakey wakey."

Suddenly Caleb was forced back by something. He sat up, looking at Tyler's once blue eyes, now black. "Tyler, it's me Caleb."

"I know." Came a weak reply, but surprisingly Caleb heard it.

"Baby Boy," Caleb said evenly, creeping closer to the young boy, "It's all right."

"Stop!" Tyler cried, "S-stay back."

Caleb was taken back, why didn't Tyler want him near him? "Tyler, you're hurt, I'm just going to help you."

Caleb walked forward without being sent backwards, he went to touch the youngest boy, but pulled away as if he'd been burnt.

"Please don't." Tyler was crying now, "I don't want you too."

Caleb didn't know what was wrong with the boy, but he knew he had to get Tyler to his dorm, where he could fix him up and keep him from being seen by other students. Caleb knew Tyler had put a force field around himself.

"I'm sorry Tyler," Caleb whispered, his eyes going black, "But I need to help you. You'll forgive me."

Caleb, using his own power, forced Tyler's' shield to tighten around his prone body. He knew this would hurt the boy, but it would also force him to take the shield down, unfortunately this was the only was Caleb knew how to break shields.

Tyler started whimpering as his own shield constricted around him, finding breathing difficult, he took the force field down, gulping down the lost air.

Caleb seeing Tyler take the shield down, he reached down and picked up the much smaller boy.

"Please stop! I don't want you too! Don't." Tyler cried struggling in Caleb's hold. Feeling a little bit stronger, he started hitting Caleb as the boy started walking.

Caleb felt the boy struggling within his arms, crying and telling him not to. Suddenly a hand collided with his chest. The hits continued, aimed anywhere on his chest, neck and face. He hits, along with the constant struggling, was making carrying the boy extremely difficult.

Caleb stopped walking for a moment, changing the way he was holding the boy, so that Tyler couldn't use his arms. He heard Tyler grunt, as he couldn't use his arms.

"Caleb." Tyler whispered. Caleb looked down as the boy called his name. Tyler's eyes were black again as he said, "Put. Me. Down."

Caleb could feel his hands starting to burn slightly. "Jesus Tyler!" Caleb gasped, although still holding the boy through the pain. "I'm sorry Baby Boy." Caleb's eyes went black, and suddenly Tyler eyes returned to the natural blue before rolling into the back of his head as he passed out.

Caleb signed in guilt, but also relief as the burning stopped. He continued to walk down the halls, an unconscious Tyler, lying limp in his arms.