A/N Sorry, I'm really lazy when it comes to updating my stories these days. The main reason is that I'm addicted to role-playing on internet forums. If you haven't tried that yet, never start! "These powers, they're so addictive."

Warning: uh, Tyler angst. Oh, and slash – I know what you're saying: "Hey! It's a Mary-Sue story how come there's slash?" – Come on, people! It's Reid and Tyler! And Iamwiththewolf…

Disclaimer: I don't own The Covenant. And I don't have a witty comment for this chapter.


Sweeping up the Pieces

Tyler Simms woke up in the middle of the night with a start when he heard something or someone moving in his dorm room. Reid had finally come back. Where has he been? Tyler wondered as he heard Reid climbing into his own bed – and sighing. Yes, Reid was sighing. A heartbreaking sigh.

His best friend was full of concern. Has something happened to him?

Cautiously the brunet boy got out off his own bed and walked over to his best friend's.

"Reid?" he whispered.

Yet, Reid only sighed again and from the sound of it turned away from him.

Tyler sat on the edge of Reid's bed, cautiously. He raised his hand and touched Reid's shoulder gently, in a comforting way.

"Hey. Reid. What's happened?" he whispered, worry in his own voice.

"Nothing," the teen mumbled under his blanket.

"Reid. I know something's wrong. You're my best friend and I – "

"Oh, fuck off!" Reid suddenly yelled at him and sat up in bed, moving away from Tyler's touch.

The younger boy stared at him (as far as that was possible in the dim light) in shock, hurt by his best friend's reaction.

"I'm sorry, I just – " he muttered.

"Now fucking leave me!"

Yet, Tyler felt that there was something wrong with his roommate. Though he couldn't see his face clearly, he sensed there was something in his voice. Being his best friend, Tyler truly cared for him. He wouldn't give up that easily. So he again moved closer. So he again soothingly placed a hand on whichever part of Reid that was (mind you it was still quite dark).

"Reid. Please tell me," he pleaded, leaning yet closer.

"Fuck! What you're doing?! Stop touching me, fag!!!" Reid yelled and sprang away from the younger teen, leaving said teen puzzled on the edge of the bed.

"I-I-I-I didn't mean – I-I-I-" the young boy stuttered and was certainly blushing in the dark, blushing from embarrassment and confusion.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Tyler! You know what?! I'm not gay! So stop fucking harassing me! Damn faggot!"

Tyler felt a piercing pain in the area of his heart as Reid, his best friend, smacked these words at him.

"I am not – " he muttered under sobs, tears were starting to roll down his already blushed cheeks. "I am not –" He sniffled and his voice faded.

Slowly, hurt, broken, he got up. His vision blurred from the stream of tears, though he wouldn't have seen the already repenting look on Reid's face anyway as it was still quite dark. Slowly, hurt, broken, the young boy climbed into his own bed and cuddled himself up into his pillow.

- - - -

"I just wanted to know what's wrong with him and he – " another sob interrupted the boy's speech.

"Shhhh… It's okay." Mary-Sue hugged him again, pressed his face comfortingly against her shoulder while they were sitting on her bed. Somehow, by the end of the day, Mary-Sue had become Tyler's sole confidante, as she seemed to have been the only one realizing that the blue-eyed boy was in severe pain. She had looked at him with those big bluish-grey eyes of hers and simply asked: "Tyler, what's wrong?" And as the brunet desperately needed someone to talk to, he had – after she'd asked him for four more times – broken out in tears, moved because of his deep sorrow and because someone was actually caring about him, yet also hurt that this someone was not the one he wanted to. So, in order to be able to talk uninterruptedly by we're not mentioning his name they somehow ended up in Mary-Sue's dorm room, which indeed was a good place to have private conversations.

"And I'm not gay," he whispered and, as if trying to further underline that statement, he pressed his hand against one of her firm round breasts. At first Mary-Sue raised her eyebrows a little as she felt the boy fumbling her. Yet, very soon a smile, a rather self-satisfied smile appeared on her pretty face. Some might call it a grin.

Soothingly she placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently.

This made the boy hesitate for a moment before he used his other hand to cup Mary-Sue's other perfect breast. She didn't mind the awkwardness of this at all. Her other hand reached under his chin, guiding his for-a-boy-actually-very-pretty face towards hers. As she sensed that he surely was not about to make the first move but only gazed at her with watery blue eyes, she leaned closer and pressed her full luscious lips onto his pink ones.

Startled at first, he soon closed his eyes and let go of her breasts in order to wrap his arms tenderly around her neck, eyes closed, sighing.

With a moan he parted his lips, inviting her tongue in. Her tongue did what it was asked for and explored every inch of his mouth tenderly, yet passionately. There was not much resistance from his tongue against the welcome intruder.

She placed her hand on his back and slowly slid down his spine, sending hot shivers through his body. The other hand moved up his thigh. The hand at his back had reached his waist and all of a sudden it slipped under his pants, under the fabric of his boxers even and touched the soft skin of his butt. A welcome sensation rushed through Tyler's body and he leaned closer, deepening their kiss.

The hand on his thigh was no longer only touching his leg. Yet, obviously – from the quite visible reaction – that was no unpleasant thing at all.

Okay, that was, well, different. But hey, only the results matter.

Three down, only one to go.