A/N: Wow, I thought I posted this chapter already, but I guess I hadn't. OH WELL, now you get two chapters today. I will post Chapter 19 later today! :)

Chapter 18 – Forgiveness

Tyler watched as several emotions washed over Reid's face as he spoke with his girlfriend. Emotions that the blue eyed brunette had never seen cross the blonde's face before. A small smile crept on to his lips at the thought of what Isobel had done for his best friend.

"Why didn't you answer?" Reid's voice cracked which made him look up and meet the intense blue gaze of his best friend.

"Reid, I'm really upset with you still…" Isobel stated.

"I know," Reid diverted his gaze from Tyler and rested his head on his forearm. "I'm turning in to him Iz and I don't like it."

"Turning in to who, Reid?" Isobel was slightly confused. Was he saying he was turning in to her father? If so, that didn't make any sense to her at all.

"My father." The blonde squeezed his eyes closed.

Tyler leaned forward hoping that Reid would get through this. The topic of his father was a very difficult subject for him to talk about; let alone to admit that he was turning in to what his father was.

"You're not turning in to your father, Reid." Isobel said matter-of-factly.

"I used money to get what I want…" He paused. "That's not me. That's not who I am." Reid looked up, Tyler could see the watery silver-blue eyes hurting.

"Why'd you do it?" Isobel asked.

"I wanted you to be happy, Iz, I wanted us to be happy…"

Isobel sat on her bed listening to Reid put himself out there for her. As if the blonde hadn't opened up enough to her, he was deviling even deeper in to who he was.

"Reid," She spoke his name softly. "Why didn't you talk to me about this first?"

There was a pause on his end, "I don't know, Iz…" The dark haired girl pushed her hair out of her face, not sure of what to make of Reid's words. "It was instinctive."

She could tell he was starting to sober up. He was taking his time answering her questions; he was being careful—making sure that he didn't say the wrong thing to her.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, baby…" She could hear the pain in his voice, and it was eating her up. "That wasn't my intention. I thought you'd be happier… here at Spenser… with me."

Isobel felt her eyes become wet. She knew earlier that if she spoke to him, it'd be hard to stay mad at him. What he was saying comforted her. It was the truth and she could tell by his tone that it was. She felt a small smile tug at her lips.

"I would be,"

"I'm sorry that I hurt you, I never meant to."

Isobel's heart thudded in her chest, her stomach twisted and she found herself forgiving him. She couldn't stay mad at this, could she? She shook her head and fought back the tears.

"I forgive you," She whispered. "But Reid," She held for a long pause. "No more…"

"I promise," He replied quickly.

Isobel spoke to him for a few more minutes, she told him that she would come up to see him tomorrow and that he'd better go to classes on Monday. Reid agreed before hanging up the phone.

Tyler sighed to himself as Reid slid the phone back over to him. The glazed over look on his face had disappeared. The brunette inspected his best friend, waiting for him to say something—anything.

Those cerulean blue eyes met his, "Thank you."

Tyler stared at him for a long, hard moment, "You're welcome."

Reid stood up, "I don't want to be like him, Ty."

The brunette nodded his head, "You're not, Reid." He assured him.

"The using, the drinking, the money…" He ran a hand through his messy blonde locks. "I can't shake it."

"You can. You can beat this." Tyler was standing up now as well, his hands resting on top of the mahogany desk between them. "You don't have to go to the extremes your dad did, Reid. You can beat this, I know you can."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Reid, I'm your best friend for a reason. And I'm pretty sure with Isobel around it'll be easier for you." Tyler walked around to the other side of the desk to come face to face with the blonde Son. "You'll be too distracted to be self-destructive."

Reid let out a heavy breath, "What the hell did I ever do to deserve a best friend like you?"

Tyler laughed and shrugged, "You got pretty damn lucky, I guess…"

Reid grinned and pulled his younger friend in to a tight hug.

By the next morning Tyler woke up to a very annoying repetitive sound. He rolled on to his side and opened his eyes groggily. His eyes shot wide open at the sight of Reid's empty bed, he flung his shoulders forward—to sit up. His mind began to race wondering where the hell his best friend was.

"Ty? Ty!?" Reid's muffled voice came from their small half-bath. "Tyler?! Get the door, you lazy ass…" A wave of relief washed over the brunette.

"Coming!" He called out.

He sleepily fumbled his way to the door. His tan handed reached out grasping the handle he pulled the door open, his eyes grew wide with shock seeing his best friend's girlfriend on the other side of the door.

"Isobel!" He yelped trying to hide himself behind the large oak door. He had only been wearing a pair of boxers, and didn't expect to see a girl on the other side of his dorm door.

Isobel laughed, brushed her bangs out of her face coyly, "Hey Tyler," She tried to hide her giggles by putting a hand to her mouth.

"H—Hey c'mon in…." He tried hiding further as she stepped in to their fairly messy dorm.

Tyler hurriedly grabbed a pair of sweat pants that were lying on the floor and a slipped in to them without a second though. He closed the door and searched for a shirt. All the while, Isobel tried her best to not laugh at his obvious discomfort.

"Put some clothes on in front of the lady, Ty… geez…" Reid ribbed him with a grin on his face as he exited the bathroom.

Tyler blushed several shades of crimson, grabbed a t-shirt and pushed Reid out of the way, closing the bathroom door behind him. Isobel let out a short laugh after Tyler disappeared; Reid's grin widened.

"He's so cute…" She contained herself meeting Reid's soft gaze. He gave her that infamous smirk.

"In to the roommate now?"

She winked at him, "Get over here…" She demanded.

Reid didn't argue, he crossed the room and pulled her against his chest. He held her there in his arms—tightly. He didn't want to let go. He took in a deep breath, taking in her sweet smell. He had gone several days without the smell of her cucumber melon shampoo and her Japanese blossom body spray. He pressed his lips in to her chestnut brown hair.

"God, I missed you," He breathed.

"I missed you, too." She admitted, she placed her hands on his narrow hips, pulling away just slightly so she could take a good look at his handsome face. A fluttering in the pit of her stomach said it all, and she leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips.

"If that's what fighting with you is going to feel like in the future… I don't ever want to fight again." He pouted.

"You worried me half-to-death yesterday," She shifted the topic. "I don't want that to happen again." Isobel pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "Ever."

"Promise," Reid muttered pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Good," She smiled. "So…" She glanced down at the ground and then back up at him, "I've got this huge truck full of my crap out front and I'm thinking I'm going to need at least another couple pairs of hands…."

"Oh, you're just using me for my muscles?" He quirked an eyebrow up at her.

"If she wanted to use someone for their muscles I highly doubt that she'd be smooching all over you…" Tyler's sardonic tone rang from the bathroom door.

Isobel laughed and glanced over Reid's shoulder to see his best friend dressed now, and looking a little more in his element. Reid rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Be quiet Baby Boy…. And just for that smart ass comment, you have to help!"

Tyler shrugged, "She's going to need some more muscle than your scrawny ass…."

Isobel laughed and Reid glared down at her playfully. She rested her forehead against his chest and then took a peek at Tyler again.

"Think I'll need a couple more muscles then…"

Reid laughed at Tyler who frowned, "I'll call Caleb and Pogue."

Pogue and Caleb came to help and Sarah and Kate came to help Isobel supervise. Isobel had her dorm key in hand and was ready to move. It took several trips but they were able to get all of Isobel's things in to her new room without much of a hassle.

The group decided to go to Nicky's later that night to celebrate Isobel's arrival. Everyone left her room with the exception of Reid who was more than happy that his girlfriend was now within constant reach. Instead of a lonely 45 minute drive it was now only a short 3 minute walk to her room.

Isobel laid down next to Reid, her head resting comfortably on his chest, and her arms wrapped around him. Reid gladly accepted her warm body next to his and slipped his arms around her as well.

"I could really get used to this…" He mused.

Smiling she snuggled closer to him, "Me too,"

"I've been thinking," Reid swallowed slowly resting with one arm behind his head.

"About?"

"A lot of things," He pressed his lips together firmly. "But mostly about what I've been doing to myself… so I've decided that I'm done drinking."

"What?"

"I don't need to drink. Y'know? I'm only a teenager… I've got my whole life ahead of me. I don't want to go through it being wasted and so depressed and like him." He shrugged his shoulders. "I can't be like him; I refuse to be like him, Iz…" Reid pressed his lips in to her hair. "I don't want to use carelessly anymore…"

The last part slipped out before he could stop himself. He hadn't meant to say that, and he knew she had picked up on it when her brows furrowed together confused.

"Use? She asked. "Use what?" Reid sucked in a breath sharply. "Are you using drugs?" She questioned quickly sitting up and giving him a hard stare.

Reid sat up too—slowly. He shook his head, "No, of course not…"

"Then what?" She pressed. Reid didn't say anything. He looked off to his left and she nudged him. "Reid!"

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together tightly. He should have kept his big mouth closed. He didn't want to tell her about him and the rest of the guys, not yet. He didn't feel like he was stable enough to handle himself if she decided she couldn't handle being with someone who had—abilities.

"Isobel," He turned to look at her, her face strewn with displeasure. "There's something about me that not many people know about…"

"Did you hit your head?" She asked touching his forehead. "Do you have amnesia or something, we've already talked about this…"

"No," Reid shook his head. "There's something else…"

"Ok, like?"

"It's really hard to explain." He licked his dry lips and thought about how he was going to tell her. "There are stories about us," Isobel's lips pulled together in a purse. Several thoughts ran through her mind at the same time, until Reid cleared up who he was talking about. "Us being: Tyler, Caleb, Pogue and myself." He saw her face relax a bit and decided to continue. "We're descendants of five families that came here during the Witch Hunts in England…"

"I think I've heard about that…" She nodded her head. "But what does that have to do with…"

"Let me finish…" He held up a finger. "The reason our ancestors came here was to save themselves, because they had unique abilities…" He looked down at his hands. "Abilities that they have passed on throughout the generations to the first born male of each Son..."

"Abilities?" Her face didn't show any emotion except for confusion.

"Yes, for the lack of a better term…." He sighed. "We're witches."

Isobel didn't know what to think about this. Was he kidding? Or Lying? Trying to make her laugh? She didn't understand. She opened her mouth to question him, but he stopped her.

"I know, you're probably thinking something along the lines that I'm either a liar or joking, but I'm not." He sighed heavily. "Name something you want right now."

"Anything?" She asked carefully.

"Anything," He confirmed.

"Ok, honestly…" She looked around her room. "I'm too tired to unpack…"

Reid smirked and shook his head, "Piece of cake…" He turned her body. "Watch me for a second, don't be afraid…." He told her softly.

Isobel held on to her knees and watched his face contently. She watched as the whites of his eyes and the blue of his irises turned pitch black. She didn't feel different, but a bit shocked, and kind of frightened at the dullness behind his eyes. He was concentrating she could tell, and she waited for him to stop.

"Done," He mused as the black faded from his eyes and she sat staring at him, her mouth slightly open. "Iz?"

"Your eyes," She whispered.

"Yeah, that's a weird little side effect, they only turn black when we're using…" He grinned. "Look around," He was very shocked to see her stick around after his little show. He was expecting her to go running and screaming out of the door as soon as it happened.

Isobel turned around and all of her boxes were gone, and her computer and stereo were set up, along with her TV. He lifted his chin.

"All of your clothes are put up, just how you like it."

"How did you do that?" She asked getting up from the bed to look around the room.

She quickly flittered around the room looking for the boxes, but didn't find any. She only found her things put up, exactly how she had them back in Gloucester. She stared back at her boyfriend, her lips parted in shock.

"Reid."

"I told you I wasn't joking…" He pulled himself to his knees, but stayed on the bed. "I figured I had to tell you now before this went any further…" He watched her blank expression. "Iz, you have to tell me what's going through your head right now."

She looked him in the eye, "I don't know what I'm thinking…." She admitted.

He held his hand out to her; Isobel looked at his hand and slowly took it, letting him pull her closer to her new bed. She stared him in the face.

"This doesn't change who I am, Iz… or how I feel about you."

She swallowed slowly and nodded her head, "I know,"

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