Okay chapter four, finally, took me long enough I know

Okay chapter four, finally, took me long enough I know. If you want an explanation check out my other Covenant story and you'll understand. I hope.

So without further redo chapter four:

Chapter Four: Gabriel and Michael

Monday morning, Reid was discharged from sickbay and attended classes as per usual. However, the normally loudmouthed blond was remarkably quiet and looked rather worn. His teachers noticed, but were glad; this Reid was far less of a hassle than the usual one.

Everyone noticed a change in the blond Son of Ipswich, he seemed…out of it, his eyes glazing over in thought every now and then, completely ignoring what was going on around him, even the girls who flaunted themselves around him weren't acknowledged what so ever.

After class, in Tyler and Reid's dorm, Reid and Caleb recounted what had happened the previous night, his dreams and his suspicions…

"So what you're implying is: you think, this girl's death, was the fault of our ancestors?" Pogue asked eyes trailing from Reid to Caleb and back.

"I don't think so, I know so," Reid snapped. "And she has a name."

"Calm down Reid." Tyler said trying to pacify his friend. "Pogue didn't mean anything by it."

Reid just crossed his arms in front of his chest glaring daggers at Pogue.

"Reid we have to make sure," Caleb said. "I'm going to look up this Gabriel Garwin, see if he's real and if there's a possibility he could have had something to do with her-"

"Margret." Reid interjected.

"Margret's," Caleb repeated, "burning."

"Of course he was involved," Reid said crossly. "You didn't see how she reacted when I said my name, she was afraid and the hate,-" he cut himself off and redirected his gaze to the floor.

"Reid it's not your fault you know." Pogue said earning himself yet another glare from the blond.

"It was the Covenant's fault."

"Reid we don't know-" Caleb started before Reid cut him off.

"Caleb don't be so fucking naïve, do you really think that the Covenant was full of goody-two-shoes? You're the one who's always proclaiming the power we have is dangerous and shit, do you really think people haven't gotten killed because of us under the pretence that it was 'for the good of the covenant'?" Reid spat. "We've got the potential to commit the perfect murder and that's awfully tempting don't you think?"

Silence fell, thick and heavy silence, Caleb and Reid had locked gazes and nether of them prepared to back down, normally this would end in Reid giving in but keeping up appearances and Caleb walking away. But this time, there was a fire in the blond his eyes, he wasn't going to cower, he was going to stand his ground and in the end, it was Caleb who gave in.

"Maybe you're right, but fact is she only named Gabriel Garwin and maybe he was innocent in the matter and she just decided to blame him," Caleb said breaking their eye contact. "But maybe the Covenant did have something to do with her death and she chiefly blames this Gabriel Garwin for it, it could explain her haunting you…like I said I'm going to look it up tonight in the meanwhile we should consider asking your father for advice."

"Hell no." Reid snapped.

"Reid, maybe this is a family thing, maybe he went through what you're going through when he was your age, with you ascending next month, it might just be some sort of tradition," Caleb reasoned.

"I don't want to talk to him," Reid said emphasising each word.

"Shit what time is it?" Pogue suddenly asked defusing the situation whether or not intentionally.

"Five-ish." Tyler answered checking his watch causing Pogue to shoot up from his seat on Tyler's bed.

"Kate is going to hang me," he explained. "I promised I'd meet her at her dorm at five."

"Nice going Romeo, you're going to be late," Reid remarked smirking.

(That evening, 11.20 pm, Reid and Tyler their dorm)

Both boys were laying on their respective beds, neither of them feeling the tugs of sleep.

"Margret Day," Tyler said suddenly, staring at the ceiling. "A plain name, don't you think? I'd expected something more theatrical like Mary, Delilah, Juliet, Isolde, Rose, or Catherin."

"This isn't some crummy fairytale Baby Boy," Reid said shooting him a look.

"I know," Tyler said absently. "What does she look like?"

"Ghostlike?"

"No really Reid, what does she look like?" Tyler asked turning to his friend.

"Doll-ish, I guess."

"So she looks innocent?"

"Unbelievably innocent, sad, hurt, scared," Reid said dejectedly, "and desperate, real desperate, that about sums her up."

"It doesn't sit well with me, you know the fact the Covenant could've been involved in the death of a girl."

"Same here," Reid said suppressing a yawn, he needed a good night's sleep, but he doubted he was going to get one any time soon.

"You think Caleb'll find something?"

"Positive, the covenant had something to do with her death, I can fucking feel it man," Reid muttered. "If he doesn't find anything, they probably covered it all up."

"There's only one person who knows the truth…"

"And she's eager to tell the tale." Reid said closing his eyes.

He was outside, it was dark out, no stars, just the moon, he was standing in, a meadow. There was someone else, a man; he had his back turned to him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair that covered his ears.

He just stood there; he was waiting for something, or someone, obviously…

There was tension in the air, a hollow chill surrounding them both making the world seem even darker than it already was.

"Gabriel", a dead voice seemed to whisper, or maybe it was just the wind playing tricks. "Murder, murder, murder, murder, murderer Gabriel."

He had a hunch this man standing in front of him, was the Gabriel Garwin, the man who caused Margret's death, his ancestor…He wanted to grab his, shake him, shout at him but he couldn't move not even an inch; Frustrating to say the least.

Gabriel sighed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, nervously.

"Gabriel." A voice, a male voice, called from the darkness.

Both Reid and Gabriel turned around to meet the owner of the voice: there was a man about seventeen years old, tall, slender built, with pale skin and light brown hair and angry hazel eyes.

"Michael," Gabriel said curtly.

Reid's gaze shifted to Gabriel, finally able to see his face, he looked for some resemblance to this murderer. He found it in the eyes, they had the same eyes, and around the mouth, there was some resemblance as well. But with his raven hair, ashen skin and a hooknose he looked nothing like Reid himself, which was somewhat comforting actually.

The boy, man, whatever, named Michael smiled somewhat maniacally.

"You know why I asked you to come?" He asked not waiting for an answer. "I want to know why Gabriel."

Maud, Margret, this Michael, he knew Gabriel could've stopped it?

"Michael, I know you hate me but don't kill me, not for me I want to die, but think about the Covenant, it's forbidden,-"

"Do you think I still care about the Covenant?" Michael asked letting out a barking laugh.

"You are my friend; I don't want you to get punished."

"Do you really think they'll have the change to punish me? You think I want to live, Maud is dead, my Margret is dead…"

"I loved her too." Gabriel said softly. "I loved her Michael, but she was yours."

Okay this was getting complicated and so different from what he had imagined.

"You didn't lover her," Michael said angrily. "If you had loved her, you would've spoken up."

"They wouldn't let me, it was for the good of-"

"The Covenant." Michael sneered. "I don't care for the Covenant, not anymore; they're all cowards without a single ounce of courage."

"Michael," Gabriel said softly, but Michael turned away from him; his body shaking in anger, grief, and god knows what else.

"An eye for an eye, a life for a life," Michael muttered more to himself than to Gabriel.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying Gabriel that somebody will die for the death of my wife."

"Wife?" Gabriel and Reid repeated in unison.

"She didn't die as Margret Day, Gabriel…She died as Margret Simms, she died a married woman," Michael said softly as if it hurt him to say the words.

Reid's attention turned to Gabriel, whose face had turned even paler, his sad eyes resting on Michael.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Michael laughed joylessly: "No, Gabriel Garwin I'm not going to kill you. You were closer than a brother to me once, my heart doesn't cry out for your blood but it can no longer love you either. Go home Gabriel, sit by the fire in the company of Raphael and Uriel, be seen, and be safe," Michael said before turning to leave.

"What are you going to do Michael?" Gabriel called his voice thick with emotion.

"Someone must die for the death of my wife Gabriel," Michael said as he walked off.

"You're going to kill the mayor aren't you?"

"What you don't know, you can't prevent me from doing Gabriel."

"Be safe," Gabriel, whispered, so softly that Reid was sure Michael hadn't heard. And

they stood there watching Michael's form slowly disappear into the darkness, as soon as he completely disappeared from sight, the earth beneath Reid's feet disappeared, he felt a strange pulling sensation and then he was falling before finally feeling the ground beneath his feet once more; he somewhere else: somewhere warmer, darker, where the air was clammy. He felt claustrophobic, he felt watched.

Then suddenly there was a hint of light, and he saw he wasn't alone: Gabriel Garwin was staring right at him: "Hello," he said acknowledging Reid's presence.

"You can see me?"

"Of course I can, don't be silly Reid," he said with a strange sort of smile.

"You know my name," Reid stated with a frown as discreetly looked his ancestor over; he was older now, his eyes darker, his voice heavier and there was stubble gracing his chin and cheeks.

"Of course I know your name; I've been waiting for you for quite some time now."

"This isn't real," Reid stated shaking his head.

"Well you're only half right about that I'm afraid," Gabriel said looking at him slightly amused. "The real Gabriel Garwin his bones have turned to dust a long ago. I'm just an imprint he left before he died."

"An imprint?"

"I'm a piece of his soul; he left me behind to wait you for."

"For me?"

"Well not you specifically, every Garwin since Gabriel's, well my great-grandson got at least one dream about Maud. You're the first to respond in the way that was desired, and so you're the one who get's the assignment."

"Assignment?" Reid said staring at his ancestor in disbelief.

T.B.C

Short I know but the next chapter is going to be some heave shi-… I mean stuff. So I decided to make this one a bit shorter (though it's still 1805 words)

On another note, I have another little two chapter story stored on my computer that needs just a few finishing touches, it's a two chapter story revolving around Reid, his cousin (on mother's side of course) and his cousin's stepsister.

A very short summary:

It takes place a few days before Reid's ascending, his aunt, her son (who he can't stand but is actually very similar to him) and her stepdaughter are in town for Reid's eighteenth, a lot of craziness happens and it's basically a Reid, Aaron, OC love triangle though with a bit of a twist.

However, I don't know if anyone's interested. So if you are interested drop me a line.

Love,

Fish!