Here I go again, I get one day off college and you get five chapters...The covenant and its characters are not mine but I'd quite like Pogue if anyone knows where to get hold of one...I think Strife'd agree. We promise not to damage him too much.

Saturday 28th October, 2006 (Reid)

What, the actual, fuck? Was pretty much the only thought going through my head as I turned to witness the smashing window and lightning hitting Pogue square in the chest. My first thought was Holy shit, he's a goner, y'know? I mean what else goes through your head when someone gets hit by lightning? But instead it was just his ascension, Caleb shoulda told us stuff like this beforehand. I slammed the door shut as the wind and rain picked up and whirled around the room, upturning everything.

I couldn't tear my eyes from Pogue, he was screaming like he was in agony, Caleb had run to help him, he'd recovered first from the shock of the whole thing. By the time I'd grasped it, it was over. Pogue was not lookin' so good. Cay put him on my bed, can't say I've objected to this once this week. Kinda stopped mattering who had my bed while I was sharin' with Ty.

Speakin' of. My eyes locked with his and we stepped to Pogo's side.

"What-?" He couldn't really focus or somethin'.

Caleb explained it calmly, in his Caleb-y way that usually loses me after the first few words 'cause I just zone out. Which is what happens now. Then He's talking to me and I have to look like I know what he's talking about, fortunately, I think I still look freaked from this whole thing, so he doesn't question my confusion face. I glance at Pogue, then at Tyler, then at Caleb, who wants us to follow him. Ty and I folow like the good little puppies we're supposed to be whenever Caleb issues an order. Ass.

He points us down the corridor and then vanishes, Tyler knows me better than anyone and calmly and quietly-but not in Caleb's boring way, in his own way that's kinda too cute for words-explains that we're looking for possible witnesses. So I walk with him down the corridor but it's as empty as ever. We walk unnecessarily down two flights of stairs before coming to the conclusion that there's no-one around. Tyler's looking a bit peaky, so I wrap his arm around my shoulders and my arm around his waist and help him back up the stairs and back to the dorm. "You shouldn't do so much when you're sick." I tell him.

"'m not sick." He says, even though we're all past believing him. I just give him a look and open the door. Funny, I remember shutting this. Maybe Caleb's back. Only, a glance around tells me, that he's not back and Pogue's no longer here. That cannot be good.

"Where's Pogue?" I ask stupidly, like Tyler would know.

"Guess Cay came back and took him somewhere..." Ty says but he doesn't sound sure. I maneuver him to sit on the bed and walk to the bathroom, just to check, no Pogue or Caleb.

I walk back to Tyler and shrug. I sit next to him. I want to go look for Pogo but I can't really until I know he's not with Cay. I know Ty's itching to go too.

We wait in silence for a moment, I glance at him and he's looking back at me. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out. So I end up pulling my fish face and Ty gives a tiny laugh, which is again, really damn cute. I'm actually kinda glad when Caleb walks in, for the distraction 'cause dammit if I don't just wanna grab Tyler and kiss him senseless. Which is a fuckin' strange thing for me to want because if there is one thing I'm not it's gay.

"Where's Pogue?" Caleb glances to the open bathroom door and then back to us.

"We were kinda hoping you could tell us." I say.

"What?" Caleb does not need to be that demanding but he does anyway.

"He wasn't here when we got back...we hoped you taken him out for some air or something."

"No." There's a pause. "Shit." Caleb pulls out his phone and dials, presumably Pogue's number. We watch anxiously. The seconds tick by, Caleb starts pacing. Then he throws his phone at the pillows on my bed and he's lucky he's a good shot or that mighta hit the wall and smashed. Which may have been what he was going for. I've seen that look before. Caleb actually look murderous. It shouldn't be possible but it is and God help the person that touches Pogue. "No answer." He collects his phone. "Spread out, search the school."

Easier said that done, the campus is fuckin' huge. "Check Sarah and Kate's dorm first." Maybe he was struck with a sudden desire to visit his girlfriend, or maybe she called and told him she had a present for him- that was best case scenario. We all went together, walking down a floor and knocking on the girls dorm door. Sarah answered. "Hey, is Kate there?" I asked before anyone else could say anything.

"Yeah." Sarah nodded, "K, door."

Kate came to the door and looked at us. "Hey...Where's Pogue?"

"He's fine. We came to tell you that he's doing fine."

"Don't avoid the question, Reid, where's Pogue?" Well this was exactly what I'd been trying to avoid.

"Um..we...don't know, exactly."

"What?" Okay, I was fast coming to the conclusion people were way too over protective of Pogue.

"We lost him. We're gonna find him though." She was walking past me, I grabbed her arm, "Kate." She turned and slapped me with rather impressive force.

"Ow." I put my hand to my cheek. She continued to walk away. Caleb shrugged and followed her. "Guess we're going the other way." I told Tyler.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded and inclined my head. We walked down the corridor. We walked down several corridors. This wasn't doing anything. He could be behind any of these doors and we'd never know. We turned a corner and walked straight into Aaron. Literally.

"Watch where you're going, fags." He growled.

I snarled inwardly but ignored it for a moment, "Have you seen Pogue?" I don't know why I was asking him of all people.

"No. Why would I care where your boyfriend is? Probably off fucking Danvers somewhere. It's not my problem what you Fags do in your spare time. Even if it is gross."

Then he was on the floor and I looked down, my hands were still clenched at my sides, then I glanced to the side, Tyler, Ty had punches him in the face. Tyler who never physically fought with anyone. I laughed. "Never call us Fags again." I told Aaron, kicking him in the stomach, maybe it wasn't very sporting of me but I never have been a good sportsman. I kicked him in the groin. There, now I felt better. I grabbed Tyler's wrist and we ran off. "Why'd you do it?" I asked when we stopped running.

"I hate that word." Tyler confessed quietly, his eyes cast down and looking so damn vulnerable.

"That was amazin'." I tell him with a slight grin on my face. The actual problem momentarily gone from my head.

Until we hear Kate frantically calling our names.

Our heads whip around simultaneously and we run towards the sound. "Kate!" I yell back. She meets us at the bottom of the stiars, panting and holding Caleb's phone. "Someone's hurting him!" She holds the phone out. I don't have to question what she means. Pogue is screaming on the other end of the phone. Not down the receiver but in the background. "They're in the basement, Caleb just went after them."

I toss her the phone. "Stay here Kate!" I tell her running for the stairs and throwing myself down them two, maybe three, at a time, Tyler's lighter footsteps behind me. We run into the only room without a door and balk at what we see. I don't think I've ever seen that much blood coming out of a living person before. Caleb's got whoeve-McCoy? unconscious, he looks like he's about to deliver the final blow, I grab his arm, Caleb is a lot of things but he;s not a killer, "He's not worth it. He doesn't deserve death." I tell him. This seems to bring him down and he nods.

"Caleb!" Tyler's yell breaks through my consciousness, Tyler and-when did Kate get here?-Kate are standing by Pogue who is whimpering. I feel sick but Caleb's over there immediately, healing the wounds. He's lost so much blood. I grip Tyler's arm for stability. I don't like blood at the best of times and this is definitely a worst. It's everywhere, all over his body, matting his hair, even trickling out of his mouth. Even though the wounds are gone he still looks awful. Caleb lifts him and I carefully pulls Kate and Tyler back to give him room.

"C'mon, we have to go." He says and I nod and dart ahead, Tyler right behind me, we check the coast is clear and wave him up the stairs each time. Pogue is out by the time we reach his dorm, Cay lays him on the bed.

"We have to get some of that blood off." I say, for my own peace of mind. Caleb nods and collects a cloth, he wipes the blood of Pogue's face and torso. There's not much we can do about the hair. We sit on the floor in silence, just watching while Kate and Caleb work to bring Pogue back to looking presentable. Somewhere along the line Caleb tosses us a blanket and we huddle together under it, curled up. I don't know when I eventually pass out, but, curled into Tyler's side, I do.