Really REALLY short chapter but it seemed like a good spot to end since I'm going to start the trial next chapter :D. So, this is a bit of a filler. Enjoy.

Note : Un-beta'ed

Chapter Five : Auxiliaris (Giving Help)

Chris sighed as he strummed a few chords absentminded, the three men laid around the living room. Zach frowned and sat up from the floor, the man yawning widely before stumbling towards the kitchen muttering something about coffee along the way.

Chris rolled his eyes and chuckled, "All we need is a joint and we would be the picture perfect rockband.

"No, we need to have a massive orgy first," snorted Tyler, the man lying beside the couch.

"We need to have a breakthrough," muttered Chris.

He glanced up when he heard his phone buzz, leaning over, he grabbed the Blackberry and greeted the caller. A board smile stretched upon his face as the thanked the person before hanging up. "Alright, what was that?" Tyler inquired, an eyebrow rose slowly.

Chris smiled and looked at his two band members, Zach standing awkwardly in the doorway unsure of what had happened. "We're building a house."

"A house…" echoed Tyler, "We're not builders."

"No, but Habitat For Humanity is."

"Okay, mate, you need to explain what the bloody hell is going on in your mind." Zach stated.

Chris rolled his eyes, "In two days, we're going to Oswego, and building a house in the span of a few days."

"And when did you plan this?" Tyler asked.

"I called them a few months ago, and started setting it up." Chris replied as he walked to the studio room, he returned to the living room with his laptop, "I thought it would be a good beginning step towards the charity stuff we have planned."

Tyler smirked, "And of course, you pick building a house, that's where most people jump to. You know, not donating money or giving food."

Chris shrugged, "That seemed too small when you're a rockband,"

"He has a point there mate," Zach said with a small chuckle.

Chris smiled, "Alright, posted something on the page; hopefully some of the Outcasts will get the memo and be able to come to Oswego."

"They're helping?"

Chris smirked and looked at his boyfriend, "Of course. Do you think we could finish a house by ourselves?"

Chris put his car in park and stared out the passenger window, "Well, I don't think we'll be short-handed," he joked.

In front of a slab of concrete, a mass of twenty to thirty teenagers and young adults stood, large smiles on their faces. Chris got out of the car, along with Tyler and Zach, the crowd cheering. Behind him, his aunts, mother, Uncle Henry stood, chuckling.

"When you want to rally people, you really rally." Henry commented as he patted Chris's shoulder.

Chris chuckled and headed over towards the group of Outcasts. Each of them had taken a strip of masking tape and made makeshift nametags with them. The band hugged a few of the regular Outcasts that they saw frequently and a few that they've never seen before. "Thanks for coming, all of you," Chris said.

The fans cheered, something thrusting their tools into their air. Chris chuckled. "Now, let's get to work!" shouted Tyler.

Chris smiled and followed Tyler towards the tools, the rest of the family following. "No power tools," Chris stated as he handed his boyfriend a hammer.

Tyler frowned but took the tool. Meanwhile, Chins handed the other tools to other people. Soon, the sun began to set and the final wall was put up. Everyone got together for a farewell. "1 just wanted to say thank you for coming here today and helping us." Chris said," Hopefully tomorrow we can get a roof on. So, with that said, have a good night and we'll see you tomorrow."

"Chris,"

Yawning, Chris turned and looked at his boyfriend, "What?"

"Did you hear that?"

Chris narrowed his eyes. A soft clank could be heard. Both Chris and Tyler sat up, their ears tuning into their surroundings. Another clank. Slowly, both men slid out of their beds and began tip toeing towards the sound.

"It's coming from the hallway," muttered Chris.

Tyler frowned, "They're doing some-"

A loud crash. Both men covered them arm as a nearby window shattered. Turning, Chris looked at the missing window panel in shock. On the floor was a large bolder. "What the fuck?"

Leaning down, he grabbed the stone and flipped it over. Written in bold letters were "Die Faggots."

Chris sighed, "Another hate crime."

Tyler rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, "Jesus Christ…maybe it's time to move?"

Chris nodded, "Maybe. But we have the studio here, and we're doing Habitat For Humanity now."

Tyler exhaled heavily and brought Chris into his arms, "This is redicious though. What's next? Them coming into our houses and killing us?"

Chris snorted, "We're witches, I think we're good."

Tyler chuckled, "Well?"

Turning, Chris waved his hand towards the glass. The two watched as the glass floated and started repairing itself, "Is it sad that I used that spell so many times that I can do it with a wave of a hand now?"

"…Maybe a bit."

"Yeah…Not my fault my mom liked expensive vases,"

Tyler smirked as he followed his boyfriend back into their bedroom, "And there was that grandfather's clock."

"That poor clock,"