A/N: This is a baby chapter, but it shows the Sheila/Chase thing from Caleb's POV! Very short, but worth it! HA!

CHAPTER 9:

Shock Treatment

"Cay, you're not really going to tell Kate, are you?"

Caleb just looked at Pogue, a deliciously, evil grin plastered on his face. "I don't know. I could and watch as you squirm under her wrath or I might store this juicy little tidbit in my memory bank and hold it over your head for all eternity..." He shrugged. "Decisions... decisions..."

He tipped his tray over the trash can, then watched it clatter noisily to the floor a moment later as the first shock wave hit him. He bent down, his knees wobbling, and picked it up, handing it to an impatiently waiting cafeteria worker.

"You all right, Butterfingers?" Pogue reached a hand out to Caleb's shoulder, the other boy brushing him off as he turned away from him.

Caleb placed a hand on a nearby wall to steady himself, taking a deep breath. His forehead knit in disarray, his sudden erection pressing against the fly of his jeans.

"Caleb?"

"Did you feel it?" He didn't turn to look at Pogue.

"Feel what?"

The second shock wave hit and Caleb's hands balled into fists. He heard Pogue's body stiffen with a gasp. "That." He said through clenched teeth, turning to meet his gaze.

Pogue looked back, eyes wider than they were a second ago. "What was that?" He didn't bother to try and hide his hard-on.

"Can you feel the magic behind it...?" Another shock wave hit them, both of them closing their eyes with a grunt. "Someone's using... Hard..." They both turned simultaneously towards the table Reid and Tyler were still occupying. The younger boys were staring right back, obviously having the same idea.

Caleb swallowed. "Shit..." He rubbed his forehead absently. "They felt it too..."

Reid and Tyler stood, uneasily, and slowly made their way towards them, the fourth shock wave causing their steps to falter.

Caleb closed his eyes against the onslaught, his mind tumbling, the flashes of images he saw only adding to his confusion.

He saw Sheila on her back, panting eagerly between kisses that were being delivered to her from an unknown male. A slice of jealousy ran through him, his fingernails digging painfully into his palms.

Two more waves hit, back to back, and they sent him unforgivingly to his knees. He squeezed his eyes harder, the images whirring behind his lids.

Caleb groaned, his breathing uneven, the mix of pain and unknown pleasure surging through him. He felt as if he were actually part of this image, his vision casting his surroundings to black, making Sheila the main focus.

All he could see was her face, flushed and smiling, the heat of her body pressing into him. The scent of peaches invaded his nostrils, the softness of her hair weaving through his fingers. Sheila smiled up at him, cupping his cheek with her tiny hand.

Caleb unconsciously lifted a hand to his face, a searing sensation flowering across his cheek.

She laughed, saying his name, and he clearly heard it, as if he were the one lying on top of her, making her moan.

It was as if he were really there...

She said his name again, the double syllable tripping sweetly off her tongue like honey. The boy in the image ran a hand over her face. One, two, three times and Caleb suppressed a gasp as he saw Sheila's eyes turn black, her face twisting from one of delight to that of horror and pain. She screamed, her eyes flashing, a mushroom cloud of magic expanding from her hands as she pushed the boy forcefully off of her.

"Caleb!"

Caleb's eyes snapped open to reveal the cafeteria's brown smudged ceiling glowering back at him. The view was immediately obscured by his friend's three heads, circling, peering down at him.

He grunted, sitting up, forcing Reid and Tyler a few steps back, and held his throbbing head in his hands, hiding his now ebony eyes from the group. His chest was searing, the magic Sheila used in the vision no doubt burning a wicked outline of her hands on it. He rubbed it methodically until the pain ebbed slowly away.

Pogue took a knee next to him, his hand reaching out to wipe sweat from Caleb's brow. Almost immediately, he pulled his hand back with a hiss, his eyes flashing, the static feel of magic lingering on his fingertips.

"Pogue?" Tyler stirred, leaning down, hands on his knees, looking back and forth between Caleb and Pogue. "What is it?"

Pogue stole a glance at Reid, who was standing fully erect, arms crossed over his chest, a somber look on his face, then looked back at Tyler. "His skin feels like it's on fire..." He wiped his hand on his jeans as if, in some way, it would rid him of the tingly feeling.

Tyler licked his lips, rising to stand next to Reid, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. The way he always did when he was scared...

The Sons remained in silence until Caleb finally shifted his position on the floor. He lifted his head, his eyes the color of coal, and looked straight ahead, not wanting to meet the questioning gazes of his friends.

The three Sons passed silent concern amongst themselves.

"Did you see it?" He croaked out. His throat was dry and he rubbed it in a similar manner that a doctor would do to check your tonsils.

Pogue licked his lips. "See what?"

Caleb stood, shaking his head, his black eyes fading to their normal gold. He regarded each of the boys with a shadowy gaze. He cocked his head to the side, biting his bottom lip. "But you felt it?" Pogue nodded. "You all felt it?" More nods. He ran a shaking hand roughly through his downy hair. "I gotta go..." Pogue went to grab his arm, but Caleb brushed him off with a flash of his eyes. "I'll call you later."

Pogue threw his hands in the air, frustrated. "Where are you going?" Caleb didn't turn, instead sending a backward wave to his friend. "Caleb!? Where?!"

"You know where..." Caleb spit out, pushing his way angrily through the metal cafeteria doors.

Pogue huffed out a sigh and looked at Reid and Tyler.

Reid released the nail he was biting and raised his eyebrows at Pogue. "What's going on? What was that thing we just felt?"

"Yeah, and why does it make us..." Tyler paused, making a brief lewd gesture with his hands, then stopped, swallowing. "Well, I mean, why does it have that kind of affect on us...? All of us...?"

These were all questions none of them had the answers to, but it just made the situation easier if they spoke them out loud and pretended to try and figure things out. Not even the Book of Damnation could help them, Pogue was certain.

Pogue shook his head, shrugging, his shoulder length hair falling into his downcast eyes. "I don't know..."

"What do you think he saw?"

Pogue pushed back his hair with a sweep of his hand. "Whatever it was, it can't be good if it's got our always serious Caleb shaken up like that..."

A/N: See, short and sweet, but hopefully still good. Review please!!!