Hello, hello :D Back for part dos of my songfic extravaganza! (RUNS AROUND SCREAMING!) Like I said before, not all of these will follow the boys' love lives but most of them will since I suck at writing anything else.

First and foremost, I've needed to thank somebody and by the time I post a story, I go "DAMMIT!" because I've forgotten yet again. Kvsgirl, you are amazing :) You've read all my Covenant stories and have given me so many amazing ideas that I hope please you and other readers :) Sorry that these thanks are way overdue :)

By the way, this one's a bit of a tear-jerker. I tore up myself just writing. For any Baby Boy lovers, I'm sorry :( Remember, the stories don't always affiliate with one another. I'll make a note here if they do :)

Title: Bother (based on the song by Corey Taylor)

Pairing: Tyler/OC

Bittersweet Symphony

Bother

My body was so numb I felt as if I wasn't even in it. That I was just floating above it aimlessly. But I knew deep down that I was really there, at my brother's funeral, in between his three best friends as we stood beside his casket as it was lowered into the ground. Pogue gripped my hand, Reid's arms were wound around my waist tightly, and Baby Boy held onto my other hand with both of us. They were all trying to hold me up, I knew, since my legs had given out twice already.

Chase had won the battle at Putnam barn, murdering my brother and my father at the same time. Dad had willed Caleb his Powers only to have that wasted when Chase had found something that Caleb didn't have-he had used Sarah (who actually was Chase's girlfriend the whole time) to distract my older brother before delivering the final blow. And I had to watch the whole thing.

I wanted to be anywhere but there at that moment, like in the ground next to my brother. He and I were always supposed to be together, since we were the Danvers twins, sticking together since 1989. But now that was over, no thanks to the oldest of us all.

Chase Collins was the one that was supposed to be dead.

Not my brother.

The rough bark of the huge tree I leaned against hurt my back but I didn't care. My eyes stayed locked on the headstone my mother had purchased for her only son with his birthday and the same date for the day he died. Each time I realized this fact, I realized that it was my birthday also and that that was my brother six feet below that headstone.

The others of the procession had left hours ago but I stayed out in the rain, the limbs of the tree doing little good to stop the rain from hitting me, to not leave my brother's side. It was a promise we'd made to one another and I wasn't about to let that pact go to waste now.

"Baby Girl," A soft voice to my left caused me to jump and I looked up into the sea blue eyes of Tyler. The intensity of his stare was enough to make me shiver in the jacket I wore but I sniffled, giving him a weak smile.

"Hi, Ty." I whispered, my voice cracking from no use.

"The boys sent me after you. Pogue was getting worried and Reid, well…Reid's kinda on his own right now." Ty murmured as he sat down next to me, opening his arm so I could snuggle against his side like I always did when I needed someone.

Note to self: thank Pogue for sending Tyler later. I thought to myself before I buried my face in Tyler's chest. He smelled like…Tyler and rain and the scent made me feel a little at peace, more so than I had felt since Caleb's birthday last week.

"Do you want me to get you out of here?" Ty whispered, his hand squeezing my side soothingly.

I nodded numbly before he helped me stand up, a strong arm around my waist. I trudged along beside him as he led me to his big black Hummer, parked on the road about twenty feet away from where I had been sitting. How I hadn't heard the beast pull up, I'll never know. He helped me into the passenger seat before starting out of the cemetery. My eyes stayed locked on the mound of dirt I'd been sitting in front of until I couldn't see it anymore.

Ty reached across the gearshift to take one of my hands and he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles soothingly. I gave him a weak smile before I looked out onto the wet roads of Ipswich just as the rain let up. "Where do you want me to take you, Kitty?" He called me the nickname that only the boys could. Anyone else-even my mother-would get a serious death glare.

I shrugged, wrapping my other arm around myself so I could hold Catherine Adrienne Danvers together. "Just take me away from here," I muttered.

Fifteen minutes later, the Hummer was parked in front of Simms Manor on the outskirts of Ipswich. I'd been to Ty's a thousand times but without my rock, my brother, it wasn't as easy to walk up the huge stairs. Ty kept my arm through his, escorting me into his home silently before helping me take my jacket off and putting it on the coat rack beside the door in the foyer. Our Baby Boy was always the gentlemen and it was one of the many things I'd grown to love about him.

He took my hand gently before leading me up the main stairs into the living room. His mother sat on the huge couch in front of the TV, which was on the local news channel. Her eyes were watery and I suddenly felt sick, wanting to be whisked away from one of my favorite places in the world.

"Ciao, mamma." Tyler spoke softly, using the Italian his family usually spoke within their household.

Eileen Simms jumped a little before turning to face her son before her eyes flickered to me. She dabbed at her eyes quickly, obviously trying to hide the tears she was crying for my brother. "Oh, hello, Catherine." She gave me a soft smile before coming over to hug me tightly, kissing my cheek gently. She turned to her son. "Perche non mi hai ditto che era venuta? (Why did you tell me she was coming?)"

"Mamma, aveva bisogno di un posto dove andare. (Mama, she needed somewhere to go.)" Ty replied softly, his deep voice soothing me.

"Oh…beh puoi portarla in camera. Se so Catherine, lei ha bisogno di qualcuno e quel qualcuno sei tu, Tyler. (Oh…well you can take her to your room. If I know Catherine, she'll need someone and that someone is you, Tyler.)" Mrs. Simms laid a hand on her son's arm before disappearing down the hall.

Ty sighed before looking down at me. "Wanna go to my room?"

I nodded, following him up another flight of stairs to the floor where the bedrooms where. I'd walked this hall many times with my four boys by my side but the hall felt so gray without my brothers there with me, specifically one.

Tyler opened the door to his room, stepping aside to let me in before following me inside, closing the door behind him. I went over to his bed, sitting down as I kicked off my shoes before I wrapped my arms around my legs. Ty took off his jacket and came over beside me, undoing his tie before he sat down beside me.

"Is there anything I can do?" He asked softly, his arms wrapping around my waist, holding me against his chest as he sat behind me.

I shook my head, already feeling the tears well up in my eyes again. I didn't want to cry now, not with Tyler with me. He always made me feel better and I wasn't about to let the semi-peace I was feeling leave me now.

He kissed the top of my head gently, holding me to him in a way that any of the boys did when something went wrong. They were my peacekeepers, my Tylenol. They were my boys, as they always would be.

I woke to hear a steady heartbeat underneath my ear and the past days' memories came flooding back at me. I'd fallen asleep at Tyler's, who was the owner of the heartbeat and the arms wrapped around me. A soft smile met my lips when I looked at my sleeping best friend, who looked adorable while doing so. I might've been his best friend but I was only human and Tyler Simms' good looks never failed to catch me off guard. I was glad that those blue eyes were currently closed in the darkness because I was sure they would've driven me completely out of my mind. From all the times the boys and I had goofed around at night, I knew that they literally glowed and that his eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue out there. Even now, on the worst day of my life, they'd made me feel some sort of peace.

That aching feeling caused my heart's already broken pieces to bleed. For the past few years, or maybe my whole life, I'd looked at Tyler as my very best friend. But now, or in the moments when it was just the two of us, I'd wanted more than that simple friendship. Sure, I was almost 8 months older than him but he'd always protected me like it was the other way around. As much as I hated to admit it, I was in love with Tyler Daniel Simms.

I slid out of his arms as silently and easily as I could, so I didn't wake him up before I headed to the small bathroom in his room. On the way, I grabbed the pair of denim shorts I'd always kept in his closet for those summer days when the boys and I went swimming in the pond in the woods behind Simms manor. Plus, I grabbed Ty's Spenser swimming hoodie. I knew it would comfort me now more than ever because it smelled just like Ty-woodsy, chlorine, and just Tyler.

The hot water burned at first but it replaced the real pain I was feeling so I dealt with it and eventually got used to it. I showered, taking my time to shave and whatnot, just stalling to get back to Ty, who was probably still asleep. Suckish as it sounded, after my not-so-Baby-Girlish thoughts about him, I wanted to be alone then more than ever.

After hearing all my friends gush about Tyler, or flirt with him, I decided to give up even trying to date him. I was almost positive that Ty thought me of nothing more than a sister so what was the point of pursuing him? He'd dated a lot of my friends through the years and each relationship was like yet another stab in my heart. But I couldn't hate him for it. He'd noticed my awkward silences many times and was always the first to ask what was wrong with me. I'd always lie and say "Oh, I'm just tired" or bullcrap like that but he'd always believe me because…well, he was Tyler.

After spending probably thirty minutes in the shower, I got out and got dressed in the spacious bathroom. I took the time to run a comb through my waist-length black hair before blow drying it so that it fell in its natural waves around me. I sighed, looking into the mirror at my red eyes and some part of my mind made me think I was seeing Caleb looking back at me, our eyes literally mirroring each other like they had in real life. I jumped, back slowly away from the mirror until I was leaning against the far wall, off to the side so I couldn't see myself in the mirror. My brain was probably permanently screwed up now from the past week's events and it'd never be the same again.

I turned off the lights, leaving my still-damp clothes on the floor by the hamper in the bathroom, before silently heading back into the Ty's room. The clock on his DVD player told me that it was almost 4 in the morning and I sighed, going over to sit on his futon because I knew sleep was literally impossible for me now.

I wrapped my arms around my legs again, resting my chin on my knees as I looked at the floor beside the futon. I figured I'd let Ty sleep while he could, consider he was taking the loss in his own personal way. Who knows, maybe while I had fallen asleep before him, he'd released a few tears of his own? Ty was strong, as were all my brothers, but there was only so much pain they could take before cracking. Beside my brother, Ty was my other rock. They were the ones I'd run to in my times of need but now with one of them gone, poor Ty was going to have to carry my weight as well as his own.

"Kitty?" A husky voice caused my eyes to shoot up towards the bed where those blue orbs-sure enough-were glowing back at me. "What're you doing up?" He rolled over, his hair disheveled from its usual spikes from sleep, so he could face me.

I shrugged, looking back down at the floor. "Couldn't sleep. Got a shower. Hope you don't mind." My sentences were short and choppy, probably because I was afraid of cracking at any moment or because I didn't feel like venting anymore.

Ty sat up, running a hand through his hair. "No, Kitty, you know I don't mind." He said, then yawned before he stood, walking over towards me. He sat on the futon by my feet, his one hand reaching up to twine itself within mine and I gave him a soft smile.

"I was just thinking in the shower how you guys are the only ones who can call me that," I said softly, resting my cheek on my knee.

A soft smirk graced his lips. "Thinking about me in the shower, huh?"

The statement was so…un-Tyler and hearing it come from that deep voice made my stomach clench gently. "Umm…okay, Reid. Tell me when Ty gets back." I said, blushing madly in the darkness.

He chuckled once, using his free hand to run it through that already perfect hair. "Sorry,"

We sat there in silence for a few more minutes before Sound of Madness by Shinedown began blaring in the room. He sighed, getting up to grab his phone off his nightstand.

"Yeah, Reid? Why are you calling me at 4 in the morning?" Ty asked a hint of a smirk on his lips. "…Yeah, she's with me. I picked her up from the cemetery last night and she's been with me ever since." I watched as his brow furrowed on his forehead. "No, she's doing alright, I guess. Same as we all are." Pause. "Yeah, I'll call you and Pogue tomorrow morning and maybe the four of us could get together." Another pause. "…You know what I mean by 'four of us'. You, Pogue, me, and Kitty." He sighed. "Yeah, I'll have to go used to it, too. Look, I'll give you a call later, when it's actually light outside." He chuckled sadly. "Alright, I'll tell her. Bye, man." He took the iPhone away from his ear, setting it down on the night stand again. "Reid sends his love,"

I nodded, feeling numb from the "four of us" thing. Usually when one of the boys said that, it referred to the four of them. Now it included me.

Ty came back over, sitting down beside me, his arm going around my waist as I tucked my feet underneath me. I leaned against his side, inhaling his Ty smell and it gave me a peace of mind. I snuggled in his hoodie, snuggling against him and I felt alright again. Or at least a little.

"Hey, where'd you find my hoodie?" He asked, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered.

I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks heat up again. "Just on the floor. I didn't have a clean shirt here so…" I trailed off, looking up into his eyes and I almost choked on how dark they'd gotten. "What?" I asked softly, wondering if there was something on my face.

"Uh…nothing. Just…you look…really good in it." He said, biting on his bottom lip as he looked away.

Okay, now that was too cute. Was he trying to kill me?

"Ty,"

"Kitty,"

We spoke at the same time and I blushed, nodding at him to go on first.

"Uh…well, I-I don't really know how to say this without it sounding awkward. Hell, you'll probably hate me after I say it but I really…" He trailed off, glancing over me, his eyes darkening again as well as the blush on my cheeks. "Really have to say it before it kills me."

I felt my eyebrows squash together on my forehead. "What is it, Ty?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before lacing his hands together underneath his chin. "I…like you. A lot." He finally murmured, glancing over at me with those eyes and my heart completely stopped.

The look on my face must've been so misleading because he jumped to his feet, pacing in front of me. "You must think I'm the biggest pervert in the world! On the worst day of your life, you spend the night here and, stupid me, I tell you how I feel after you've slept with me! N-not literally, I mean, but you know—"

"Ty."

"God, you must think I'm like…Reid or something. God, I'm an ass."

"Ty."

"I'm sorry, Kitty. It's just been getting so hard because you've gotten so damn beautiful over the years and now I'm just, like, losing my mind because all I can think about is you and Reid's been buggin' me about it forever and—"

"Tyler!" I jumped to my feet, standing in front of him, holding his face in my hands so our eyes were locked. I randomly realized how close our faces were and I momentarily lost my train of thought. As if to steady himself when I stopped him, his hands had ended up on my hips and I gulped the urge to stutter over my words.

"Out of every single guy I know, 'pervert' will never come to mind when you're mentioned. You're the sweetest, most caring guy I've ever met and I honestly have no idea what I'd do if you weren't around." I said shyly, biting on my lower lip, ducking my eyes. "And no, I don't think you're Reid or an ass. You're far from both."

I don't know why but I chose that exact moment to look back up at his eyes. And when I did, my heart literally stopped.

His eyes were so dark, they were almost as blue as that crayon you got from the Crayola pack in kindergarten. His chest heaved under my hands, which had slid from his face down to his chest on their own accord and I bit my lip shyly.

"Ty—" I had barely breathed before something completely impossible happened.

Ty's lips slammed into mine and I moaned instantly, the contact almost too surreal that I couldn't believe it was happening. With everything that had gone on recently, I used to want to wake up from this nightmare. But now I wanted to relish in the turn it had taken.

His hands had wrapped around my back, pulling me flush against his body. Sure, I'd seen the boys during swim meets and I knew they were all ridiculously buff but Ty was…like being pressed against a rock wall. A rock wall with soft hands, equally soft lips, and killer blue eyes.

Ty's mouth moved over mine roughly but in a way that I could tell he was holding back, like he didn't want to hurt me. I was close to say "Screw it; bruise me if you have to." But I kept my mouth shut.

My arms had ended up around his broad shoulders, using it as leverage to get as close to him as I could. He seemed to get my hinting because my back was suddenly pressed against the wall beside his bed, his hands gripping my hips. I was pressed completely against him, my stomach pressed against the rock hard abs on his own stomach and I moaned at the feeling.

After several more minutes, his lips slowed down, giving me gentle little kisses so we could breathe in between. If it wasn't for the wall and Ty, I would've collapsed from light-headedness. He broke his lips from mine, his forehead pressed against my own, and his eyes slowly opening to lock with mine.

"Baby…" He murmured and I was waiting for the "Girl" part but it never came. It came to me that he'd just called me baby. Tyler Simms just called me "baby".

Oh my God.

"Ty," I whispered back, my voice coming out way lower than usual and his eyes flashed darkly.

"I've been in love with you since I was a kid, Kitty." He whispered, moaning as he dipped his head to kiss along my jaw. "Every guy I saw you with was like another bullet I took." He nipped at my jaw, right below my ear and I felt my breathing get severally ragged. I whimpered a little when he kissed down my neck, stopping where his hoodie covered my skin and sucked at my pulse point.

"Ty," I whimpered, biting my lip so hard I was sure it was bleeding.

His body pressed hard against me and I literally could not breathe but I didn't protest. "Kitty, I'm in love with you." He whispered in my ear, his husky voice making my knees get weaker. "Veramente innamorato di te. (Really in love with you.)" He trailed wet kisses up to my quivering lips, his eyes opening to look at mine.

"Ty, I love you." I whispered, it coming out all breathy and I was afraid he hadn't heard me from the way he looked at me. But the deep growl that he released let me know he had.

He picked me up, my legs going around his waist before he pinned me under on his bed. The feeling of being that close to him was enough to make my heart beat erratically and I swore (for the thousandth time) that I couldn't breathe.

"I want you," Ty whispered, his eyes dark and glowing, capturing all of my attention until I registered what he'd said.

My body felt like it'd been dumped into ice water but it felt amazing at the same time. My stomach was clenching so hard that it made me want to cringe in pain but I didn't. "Ty…I-I…want you, too." I murmured, cradling his face in my hands.

"You're sure? Absolutely? Because I want you to know that I'd never take advantage of you, especially with what's going on—" Ty began to do that cute ramble he did but my lips cut him off.

I pulled away after a few seconds. "Ty, I'm so sure. I love you," I whispered.

He gave me that adorable smile that was too sexy at the same time before he slid the black ring each Son wore off his finger, taking my left one in his hand. He slid the ring onto my finger, taking my hand to his lips before they brushed over my hand gently. "You're my girl now, Catherine Adrienne Danvers. And I have every intention of keeping it that way."

A blush crossed my cheeks and I nodded, leaning up to kiss him once. "I want it to stay that way, Ty." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He gave me an adorable smile before leaning down to kiss my neck, his hands helping me get the sweatshirt off and I was glad I'd put a tank top on underneath it.

Ty locked our lips together and for the first time since I lost my brother, I was happy.

Wish I was too dead to cry,
the self-affliction fades,
stones to throw at my creator,
Masochist to which I cater

Author's Note: Awww :) Sad story has a happy ending :) When I started writing this, I was debating on whether Reid or Tyler should get Catherine but I decided on our blue-eyed Baby Boy since Reid's already had his moment :) Pogue and Caleb will have theirs, too, I promise. I hated having to kill Caleb in this but I wanted it to have a numbing factor before pounding on the fluff. I'm not good at writing lemons, since I'm barely 15, so I'll just let you guys use your imaginations for Ty and Kitty :)

Read & Review and next one will be up as soon as I can get it up :)