A/N: I don't own The Covenant in any way shape or form, which makes me very sad. I do, however, own Kathryn, Killian, some of the family history, and other various things.

The characters of Kathryn and Killian are inspired by two of my all time favorite characters: Kathryn of Cruel Intentions and Faith of Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. Magical references belong to Aaron Spelling's Charmed. I own none of those either. Also, for images of the characters, check my profile for the link to my Photobucket.

Chapter 26: The Telescope Family

Two hours later, they arrived at the hospital and Killian sighed. Caleb parked his car and watched his passenger carefully as she looked the building , the place she would call home for as long as need, up and down with a critical eye. It was plain and brick lain, just like any other hospital. It didn't look special at all. In fact, it looked more like a prison with the bars on the windows. Looking at the building, she sighed. Reluctantly, she followed him out of the car. With a gentle arm around her waist, Caleb led her out of the parking lot and towards the concrete stairs.

"Reid's like me, you know. He's a telescope."

"Really?" Now Caleb was just confused.

"Yeah." She nodded and smiled. "He's a Garwin. All Garwin's are telescopes, seeing things differently from the other families."

"Can't argue with that logic," he replied amusedly. "Look, while you're here, don't try anything like last time, okay?"

"Okay," she promised, smiling at him amusedly. Caleb stopped in front of the stairs and moved closer to her and raised his hand to caress her cheek. Killian shivered and back away, looking around uncomfortably. "Look, let's not confuse things. I really do love you, Caleb, but…" Killian looked back at the road interestedly before staring back at him. "We can still leave, just go back to the car and drive away from everything," she offered hopefully.

"What would that help, huh? It wouldn't help you, and I couldn't do it," he told her seriously and she lowered her head, frowning. "So, what are you going to do? Think about it, Killian."

"What are my options?" she exclaimed in frustration. "To grow old in this place and die here? As messed up as I am, they'll never let me go. Never!"

"That's not true. You have a year here, three at the most," he assured her but she scoffed bitterly. He was in denial if he actually believed that.

"That's a lie! I'll never stop being sick! They'll just find something new that's wrong with me, and they'll keep me locked up in solitary and push so many drugs into me that I can't function!" she shouted agitatedly. "No wonder doctors can't help anyone! All they have are deficit columns and stupid tests designed to point out what part of the puzzle they think we're all missing!"

"Okay. You're right. Doctors never concentrate on the things patients are actually capable of. But I know you, Killian. You've been through things that most people don't survive and, yeah, you've done things that would turn most people's stomachs."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," she quipped, smirking a little. Caleb just smiles and chuckled amusedly.

"I'm serious. You have a wonderful future ahead of you, but only if you choose it. It's up to you. No more guilt, no more hatred, no more "unbearable sadness". You have no use for any of that anymore. Your life begins this very second," he stated seriously, looking her dead in the eyes, "if you just decide to work at making things right." Killian closed her eyes.

"I'm so tired, Caleb. I'm so Goddamn tired," she replied, leaning her head down against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her waist as she rubbed his arms.

After Caleb and Killian had left, Killian actually saying goodbye to him, Pogue went on the search for Reid. It wasn't that hard to find the angry, depressed teen. His frustration curled off him like smoke, and he could sense him from miles away. He was at the bar again, nursing a beer, but where else would he be? Tyler had already left for England; Reid had no other family except his Killian, who was currently being whisked out of state with Caleb. Pogue was the only one left for him, so he sat down with Reid and told him the plan, about how Killian wasn't going to be tortured or going to jail.

He didn't take it as well as he'd hoped.

"It's not what you think," Pogue said, trying to be assuring.

"You actually think that I can form a thought right now," Reid replied scathingly, glaring at the elder Son. "She tried to kill me! And Caleb! And she hurt both you and Tyler!"

"That's true," he replied, seeing no point in denying what all of them knew was true. There was nothing to gain from it.

"So you two just decided to punish her with a severe cuddling and a slap on a wrist?" he asked sarcastically. "That's bullshit!" he shouted, slamming his hand on the table.

"Are you still on that?" Pogue asked in exasperation. "You still want to punish her?"

"YES!"

"Come on, man, let's just talk about this," he said, trying to make Reid see logic. Unfortunately, Reid's logic was outside the bar, on the curb, waiting for common sense to pick him up.

"Oh, I don't think talking is in order right now," he retorted, and took a deep swallow of his beer.

"She needs help," he said in exasperation. It felt like he'd said that for the millionth time. Reid just didn't understand that.

""Help"?" he echoed incredulously. "HELP! Do you have any idea what she did to me?"

"Yes! How can I forget when you keep bitching and moaning about it like a spoiled brat!" he shouted angrily.

"Do you even care?" he asked impatiently, still unable to grasp that Pogue was just trying to help him.

"Reid, she wants to change," he said with a sigh, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead tiredly. "She has a chance to –"

"NO!" he cut off furiously, and Pogue looked at him. "No chance! Jail!"

"Do you honestly think that'll help? That it'll make things better for her, for any of us?" Reid just scoffed, mumbling about Pogue being too idealistic, and Pogue sighed once again. "You could've at least given her a chance to apologize."

"If she apologized to me, I would've beaten her to death," he stated coldly, glaring over at Pogue.

"You could've tried, but it wasn't going to happen," Pogue replied, leaning in closer to Reid threateningly.

"What? Were you going to stop me?" he asked and laughed hysterically. "Was Caleb, because it would take the both of you to do that! Instead, the two of you are helping her run away!"

"She's not running away, Reid," he told him reasonably.

"Well, why would she when she's got her knight in shining armor to protect her?" he asked, referring to Caleb, and looking at Pogue like he was stupid.

"What, do you think that I wanted this to happen to you? To any of us?" he asked desperately.

"She tortured me, knocked out Tyler, and beat up both you and Caleb!" he shouted angrily, not even worried about anyone over hearing since there were only two others in the bar and they were passed out.

"In case you've forgotten, you're supposed to be a little bit stronger than her," Pogue reminded him, trying to lighten the situation. "Her being able to kick all our asses and torture you, not to mention bind your Power –"

"Which we still don't know how to fix," Reid interjected dryly.

"Yes, but her doing all of that to you is kind of an embarrassment on your part," he finished, smirking at his friend.

"You two are letting her go," Reid reiterated pointedly. "After everything she did, you're both just letting her go! Hell, she scared Tyler to the other side of the country, and you two aren't doing shit about it except taking her to a fucking hospital! You fucking pussies! You could've asked me my opinion!"

"We didn't include you in our decision because you were about three seconds away from either killing her or making her run and you know it!" he shouted accusingly. "She's in a fragile state of mind right now!"

"Oh, she so played you! The both of you!" he exclaimed and laughed hysterically again. "She tried to kill us all, and you two just blew it off!"

"That was just…that was just a cry for help," Pogue said, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to convince Reid or himself of that.

"A cry for help is when the person actually says, "Help"," Reid retorted dryly, scoffing and shaking his head at Pogue.

"I know Killian did some bad things to you," he began, but Reid just shook his head and hand furiously at Pogue, making him stop.

"You can't possibly know the kind of pain she put me through!"

"And you can't possibly know the kind of pain she's going through right now!"

"And, of course, you do, right? Everything you've said to me in the last half hour is total bullshit, and you know its bullshit," he accused angrily, and jumped up from his chair, not caring that it fell to the floor, and grabbed his jacket. "See you Monday, friend," he spat mockingly and strode out of the bar, slamming the door behind him. Pogue watched him leave and sighed once he was gone. He looked around the bar once more before picking up Reid's beer and finishing it for him.

"Monday," he repeated to himself, nodding slowly. "That'll be interesting," he commented sarcastically before getting up and leaving the bar himself.

P.S.: Five pages total.