This one's a bit shorter then the last but damn did I have fun writing it, even though some of you will probably start a riot from the ending.

Chapter 10

Reid groaned sleepily as a loud buzzing sound forced him awake. Blindly he reached his arm out towards the normal direction of his night-stand to turn his alarm clock off. After fumbling with nothing but air for a few minutes he grew annoyed and used his powers to shut the small ringing device off.

The room was silent again, making it very tempting for Reid to roll over and fall back asleep again but when he tried he noticed that something was weighing his right shoulder down. He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly until they focused.

Tyler was curled against him, his head resting on his shoulder. Reid had to search his mind for memories of last night before they finally came to the surface. He remembered that he was awoken from his dream and Tyler had another nightmare. He then went over to Tyler's bed and held the younger boy until he fell asleep.

Reid rubbed his hand over his eyes and relaxed against the bedding. He felt Tyler shift against him and without even realizing it he moved his arm around Tyler's shoulders, pulling him tighter against him. The younger boy moaned quietly and curled tighter against him, his head now moving just under Reid's chin. Warmth spread throughout Reid's entire body from the contact and for some unknown reason he felt completely at peace.

He turned his head towards his alarm clock and groaned when he saw the time. Both of them had class in ten minutes. He gently slid his arm out from under Tyler's body and rolled out of the bed. Tyler groaned quietly from the loss of contact and rolled over into the warm spot that Reid left. Something inside of Reid's stomach fluttered as he watched the younger boy sleep for a moment longer before he got up and stared over towards his dresser.

He tried to change as quietly as he could, hoping he wouldn't wake the dark-haired boy. He just finished buttoning up his slacks when he heard another soft groan behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to find a pair of sleepy blue eyes blinking rapidly.

"Morning." Reid said over his shoulder as he fought with the buttons on his blazer.

"Mornin'." Tyler sleepily yawned. "What time is it?"

"Almost eight." Reid replied.

Tyler swore as he rolled out of bed and stumbled over towards his own dresser. Reid struggled with his blazer to keep his eyes off Tyler as the younger boy pealed his shirt off. Reid's breath came in short pants as Tyler's bare back was too him, muscles flexing as he struggled into his uniform. Reid gathered himself and forced his eyes to stay on his hands. Finally Tyler finished dressing and hastily gathered up his school books. Reid did the same and waited at the door for him. The younger boy shoved all of his books into his school bag before joining Reid at the door and the two of them set off towards their first class.

The long walk through the school hallways gave Reid a much needed time to clear his head. Something was still rolling around inside his stomach from Tyler being this close to him but the one thing that was really bothering him was why? It's not like Tyler was never this close to him, they've shared a dorm room since they were 14 and the both of them had always been close since they were kids.

So why was Tyler's presence bothering him now?

They reached their classroom and headed inside along with the rest of their classmates and took their normal seats. Reid dug his books out of his pack and set them on the table in front of him in order to keep his gaze from wandering towards Tyler.

Their instructor entered a few short minutes afterwards and started preparing for their current lesson. Tyler shifted around in his seat and it took all of Reid's willpower not to turn his head, not even when Tyler nudged his arm.

"Where's Pogue?"

Reid blinked and looked at the seat towards his right; sure enough it was empty.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "He's probably late like normal."

Tyler's eyes wandered the length of the room for a long moment and Reid could clearly tell he was worried. Now the fluttering inside of his stomach stopped as he grew annoyed. Why was Tyler always worried about Pogue?

"Good morning class. Today we're going to pick up right where we left off on the early cultures of Ipswich."

A loud groan emitted from the class as the students dug out there notebooks and started scribbling down what was being written on the blackboard.

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With shaking hands Pogue slowly pulled the black helmet over his head. A thunder cloud crackled loudly over his head and bathed the large manner his eyes were staring at in a thick grey light. He dismounted his newly repaired bike and gathered what was left of his nerve.

The Danvers manner sat on its hillside, looking dark and gloomy as ever. It had be abandoned a few short months ago by Evelyn after deciding the estate reminded her too much of the husband and son she had lost. Pogue swallowed deeply and summoned the last of his courage before he slowly trudged up the gravel driveway. The large metal gates soon came into view and Pogue's anxiety peaked when he saw that they were open.

(He really was here then...)

The sky darkened overhead and soon rain started pelting down on his shoulders. Pogue tightened his jacket around his body and walked onward.

(Three months ago I swore I'd never walk through these gates again.)

The gravel crunched under his feet as he neared the front door. He paused as he climbed the last porch step and raised a hand to the doorknob, hesitating for a long moment before turning the knob with his hand.

It was unlocked...

His blood turned cold; Caleb really was here.

The door slowly slid open, granting him entry. Cautiously Pogue slowly stepped over the threshold into the foyer. The room was bathed in a rich gold light from the large crystal chandler that hung from the middle of the ceiling. Pogue's breath hitched violently.

Someone was here...

His eyes slowly roamed over the length of the foyer and down the small hallway that connected the rest of the house. There was a light on in one of the far rooms and without even realizing it; Pogue started moving his feet in its direction. His ears picked up a small crackling sound like a fire as he drew closer and closer towards the sitting room. Sure enough there was a small fire going in the fireplace providing Pogue with a thick red light too see by.

Many painting and stuffed animals covered the gist of the vast room. In front of the fireplace there was a small sitting area with two chairs with a small table wedged in-between them. Something small and shinny was glittering on its surface and Pogue felt himself being drawn towards it. As he neared the small table his eyes got a closer look; it was a gold pendent about the size of his palm. He turned his hand towards the fireplace so the light could shine on it better, dark red gems where fitted perfectly into its rich surface along with a strange Celtic symbol on its other side.

A dark weight started to settle inside of Pogue's subconscious as he held it. Something was telling him this little object wasn't something he wanted to play around with. He was about ready to set it down when he felt dark brush against his mind again.

It was a rough, hostel presence, one he felt many times before.

"Hello again..."

Pogue forced his mental walls up around his mind before realization dawned on him. The voice wasn't inside of his mind like it normally was. It came from behind him...

Pogue swallowed and slowly turned around. A figure stood in the thick darkness behind him and when the figure took a step into the light, the pendent fell out of Pogue's hand and clattered loudly on the wooden floor as a pair of deep brown eyes stared back at him. It felt like an eternity before he could get his voice to work and when it did, it came out at a choked gasp.

"Caleb?"

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Duh-Duh-Dah!

I'm gonna go hide now before someone stabs me in the ass with a pitchfork. LOL