A/N: Here is another chapter for you all... I wanted to post before I went MIA for the weekend, see you all on Monday (virtually speaking of course)! :)

Chapter 06 – Anger

Isobel came back shortly after Tyler left and things were quiet between them. He didn't know how to act around her knowing that he actually liked her. Most girls, he would just flirt with, tossing around his cheesy pick-up lines and woe them in to his bed.

Isobel was different.

"Hey Iz," He grabbed her attention.

Light brown eyes lifted to meet his blue ones; she looked a bit sad but other than that content. She was sitting, Indian style and he opened his mouth to say something else when a nurse came in with a wheelchair and asked Reid to come with her.

"But," He started to object.

"You have to meet with the counselor, Reid… you'll be back shortly…"

Reid rolled his eyes and he tossed Isobel a charming grin before he was wheeled out of the room.

Reid sat there rolling his eyes; he had been in this room for twenty minutes with the freak in front of him. He looked like a cross being the Colonel and Mr. McGee. If anyone needed to be in therapy it was this guy, Reid had decided after the first five minutes.

"Mr. Garwin, have you had thoughts of suicide before?" The man asked jotting down in his little pad of paper.

"I never had thoughts of suicide, I wasn't trying to kill myself," Reid repeated for the hundredth time.

"Then why all of the scars?" He asked pointing to the boy's wrists that were now breathing out of their gauze restraints.

"I'm your textbook cutter," The blonde responded lifting his shoulders in disinterest.

"Why do you cut, Mr. Garwin?"

"The same reason everyone else does," Reid smirked. "I cut to let out emotions, I cut to feel alive, I cut to make the feeling of numbness go away… I cut so I can have control…" He remembered all of these things from his 'self-help' group for cutters.

"I have a file here Mr. Garwin that says that your father died when you were young…" His thin, dry, cracked lips pursed together. His gray eyes narrowed in on the blonde who was slouched in his chair his eyes looking dull as he waited for this fool to psychoanalyze him.

"Yep," Reid replied dryly. "Selfish son of a bitch he was killed himself…"

"Overdose?" The therapist asked.

"Yep,"

"Your mother," He looked over the file. "Is she a good mother?"

"She was once upon a time, happier times…" Reid laughed bitterly. "Now she drinks herself in to comas and pops pills like pez…"

The therapist jotted more things down.

"I'm a lonely rich boy who is neglected by his parents and is affected by his father's untimely death. Tell me something I don't know already," Reid looked at the man his lips curled in to a snarky smirk.

"Mr. Garwin, I believe that you are battling a type of depression," The therapist stated looking down at his notes, adjusting the glasses on his face.

"Again, tell me something I don't know… you're little prescription didn't help before, what makes you think they'll help now?" Reid asked rolling his eyes.

"You feel misunderstood, do you not?" The therapist asked, he wasn't going to give up on the blonde boy, as much as the boy wanted him too.

"All the time, everyday…"

His answers were evasive and to the point; he told the therapist everything he wanted to hear. The graying man scribbled something down on a piece of paper and he made sure to add it in to the boy's file.

"Reid, I heard that you've been getting along quite nicely with your roommate, Isobel Brady?" The therapist smiled at him. Reid's attention perked up hearing Isobel's name. "She talked about you in our session today, a lot…"

"She did?"

The therapist noticed that Reid's demeanor changed as soon as he brought up Isobel. His posture straightened, his eyes brightened, the boy liked his roommate. The therapist let a small smile inch across his face as he jotted down the realization.

"She did,"

"What did she say?" He asked.

"Ah, that my dear boy, I cannot tell you… however, I can tell you that it was mostly good things…"

"Mostly?" Reid's blonde eyebrow arched in interest.

"She said something about you being a part-time asshole, I believe…" The therapist beamed seeing Reid's face lift in to a grin.

Reid finished his session, and was escorted back to his room. He noticed Isobel was asleep and was a bit miffed by this. He wanted to talk to her; he wanted to see what she had said about him at her session with the fruity psycho doctor.

He sat there watching her for what seemed like forever, thoughts rushing through his head.

His thoughts drifted to his session earlier, his father hadn't overdosed, though when you finally use until you're body can't take it anymore, it appears as an overdose. The endorphins and adrenaline kick in and make it all appear that way, to cover up the deaths of the members of the Covenant, if it ever happens.

His father abused his powers, and Reid knew that he couldn't be like his father. He couldn't, he had to fight the urge to use his powers. He could only use if necessary, and prayed that he could live to see his own Son ascend, if he ever made it to that place.

If he could marry a girl, like Isobel, and have children with her. A small smile lifted on to his handsome face at the thought. He could see himself having children. A couple of them; blonde little things running around and reeking havoc like he had when he was a youngin'.

"What are you thinking about?" Her voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You're awake,"

"Have been for a few minutes,"

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked her.

"You smiled, like you really smiled for the first time… I just wanted to see you," Those light brown orbs burned in to his and he looked away. "What were you smiling about?"

Reid was a bit embarrassed; he wasn't the kind of guy that daydreamed about having a house, a wife and a family. That was Caleb's and Tyler's thing, not his.

"I was uh, I was thinking about kids…" His eyebrows lifted slightly seeing if she was interested in kids.

"You like kids?" She asked surprised.

"I love kids," He mused.

"You didn't strike me as the kind,"

"I'm definitely the kind…" Reid responded with a grin.

"I want three kids," Isobel stretched her arms out, Reid noticed her bandages were gone as well.

"Why three?"

"I think that's the perfect number,"

"I like that, three kids sounds good…"

Isobel glanced over at him and he was still smiling, really smiling. She felt a small tug at her heart as he rested his hands behind his head. They were talking about kids, next thing you know they'll be talking about marriage.

"Do you want to get married?" Reid asked out loud.

"Is that a proposal or a question?" She grinned, shocked a bit at her own inquiry.

Reid lifted himself up on his elbows, "Both?"

The playful grin on his lips made Isobel's heart skip a few beats. She nodded her head at the question, knowing that he meant to ask her if she was or wanted to get married, in the future, to some one, not necessarily him.

"Me too," He sighed heavily. "If you want to get married and have kids, why did you… you know…" He lifted his chin in her direction.

Isobel glanced down at her cuts and sighed, "Complicated I suppose…"

"I think we've got about forty-five more hours, I can do complicated…" He stated glancing around the white room for a clock.

"I'm a girl you know, we all dream about getting married and having kids, but for some girls it doesn't happen… for others it does, and others…" She paused to laugh at herself, "Do it a number of times…"

Reid laughed at her idea of a joke and shook his head, "That's terrible,"

"I know, but you laughed…" She insisted sitting up.

Things got a bit quiet between them, but it wasn't awkward, it was welcomed; a comfortable silence between two strangers; or almost strangers. Reid didn't even think there was this kind of comfortable silence between him and the other boys of the Covenant, maybe with Tyler but definitely not with Caleb and Pogue.

"Hey Iz," He grabbed her attention again.

"You're callin' me Iz now?" She asked with a grin his way.

"I like it…" He mused shrugging his shoulders, "What's NHL?"

Her heart stopped as she looked over at him, she felt her stomach in her throat and she gave him a forced grin, "The National Hockey League?" She questioned, playing it off.

"Very funny," He rolled his eyes. "Seriously, earlier… you went for some kind of treatment, the nurse said it was for your NHL… what is that?"

Isobel was hoping that she wouldn't have to tell him about this. She was hoping that she would never have to tell anyone else about this. She took a deep breath and looked over at him. She sat up in her bed, letting her scarred legs dangle over the edge of the bed.

Reid took the initiative and pulled himself out of his bed. He stumbled his way over to her and took a seat. He put a hand on her bare thigh and she looked up at him. There was something in his eyes that she didn't think she had seen since he was rolled through that door.

He really wanted to know, he was concerned, he was worried, and he was being completely sincere with her.

"I uh-I have cancer…" She looked down at his hand that gripped her thigh tightly as she said this. Her eyes darted up to his; they were squeezed shut as if he was trying to battle off what she had just said. "It's called non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma…" Her tongue darted out and licked her dry lips, she was nervous. The last guys she told this went running, and never came back.

The hand that was on her thigh grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

When he didn't say anything she sighed and looked down at their hands that were now laced together, "I got today for my weekly dose, and then next week I go, with a two week break period between…"

Reid was quiet. He didn't know what to say, he had never known anyone with cancer before. He had never had to deal with that kind of loss. And here he was falling for a girl, a girl that was in the hospital because she tried to kill herself, a girl that was in the hospital getting treated for cancer.

"Is that why…" He trailed off.

"More or less, yes…" She nodded her head.

Reid dropped her hand and she looked up at him, hurt in her eyes. Or at least until he wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her body against his. She inhaled deeply a bit relieved that he hadn't run off, though the blonde really had no choice in the matter.

She sighed, and wrapped her small arms around his lean frame; he rested his chin on top of her head and didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"Is it treatable? Can they cure it or are you going to…"

"They're treating it… I have an aggressive strand, it's easier to cure or treat the aggressive than it is the impotent…"

"That's really good to hear," He whispered softly, just low enough where she barely caught his words.

They stayed like this for awhile, Reid wanted to hold her and make the pain go away, but he knew that he couldn't. She didn't say anything else to him and she didn't have to. He didn't want to leave her side, but she soon fell asleep in his arms, she was tired, he could tell.

Resting her back in to her bed he climbed in to his own. He could hear his cell phone buzzing off to the side and groaned. He pulled it out from under the McDonald's bag Tyler had brought in for him for lunch, and noticed Caleb's number.

He didn't want to answer it, but if he didn't the dark haired boy might show up. He flipped open his phone and answered.

"How you doing man?" Caleb asked after a short greeting.

"I'm doing ok…" Reid responded dryly. "Still alive,"

"Reid, c'mon man… I'm your friend I'm concerned…"

"Yeah, whatever Caleb… you just don't want the Garwin line to die out…" Reid's voice was bitter.

"Do you really think that my concern has to do with the Covenant?"

"You never know with you, oh fearless leader," Reid snickered.

"Seriously Reid, Covenant or no Covenant you're my friend and I'm worried about you. I love you man, you're like a brother to me…"

"And you and I both know that we wouldn't be friends if it wasn't because…" Reid glanced over at his sleeping roommate. "If it wasn't because of our families."

"That has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with it Reid… you can't honestly tell me that you believe that…"

"I don't know what to believe anymore, Caleb."

"I'm going to come see you tomorrow, ok?" Caleb questioned.

"Whatever man, don't waste your time…"

With that Reid hung up the phone and tossed it over on his table. He didn't want to deal with Caleb. He knew that the only reason they all hung out together was because of the Covenant, because of their sacred little club.

The thought had eaten away at him for many years. Every fight he had with Caleb, he knew that the only reason Caleb apologized was because of the Covenant. The only reason, because of some fucked up Laws that their forefathers decided to apply to all of them.

This damned curse that was put on their magic.

The thought irked him.

Tyler, even he was only attached because of the stupid Powers, because of the stupid Covenant, and the stupid Book. He felt his power surge through his body at the thought. He wanted to use, just to get the anger out.

Let me know what you think. I know what you're thinking, cancer... eek cliche... I know... but if you love me you'll deal... (and it's not all bad... I swear!)... R E V I E W!