You asked for more Reid and Tyler fluff so ladies and gentlemen, I give you FLUFF!!

Chapter 14

"Christ he's heavy!" Reid wheezed as he lugged Pogue's unconscious body out of the Hummer's backseat.

"Here, get his other shoulder." Tyler replied as he threw one of Pogue's arms behind his neck. "Got him?"

Reid did the same and nodded. "Yeah."

Together they lifted Pogue's weight and carried him towards the front of the colony house. Gorman was waiting for them by the front door. Reid glanced at his arm as they passed him and saw that the elder's forearm was still bleeding badly.

"Put him in here." Gorman walked a head of them and pointed at one of the first floor bedrooms.

They slowly shuffled into the room behind him and together they gently laid Pogue down on the large bed. Tyler groaned softly and rubbed his shoulder while Reid flopped down on the end of the bed.

"Damn, Pogue needs to lose a few pounds."

Tyler grunted as he continued rubbing the soreness out of his shoulder.

"Thank you boys." Gorman said quietly as he approached the bed, near Pogue. "You may leave."

Reid shot his head up. "What?"

Gorman didn't even turn his head as he spoke. "I said you may go."

"You really think we're just gonna head out that door and drop everything that just happened?" Reid snapped, getting to his feet.

"I didn't say you had to leave the house, just go into the next room."

Reid frowned. "Why?"

Gorman finally turned around and faced him; the elder's face was full of worry and unease.

"Because, I need to discover the full extent of Pogue's injuries and I can't do it correctly with the two of you in here."

"He should be fine, Tyler already healed him."

Tyler nodded when Gorman gave him a quick look. The elder then moved his ancient eyes back towards Pogue.

"That was very noble of you Tyler but it was Pogue's mind I was referring too."

Both boys gazed at Gorman silently for a moment, until realization sunk in. Tyler "oh"ed quietly and lowered his head. Reid however, was always famous for letting out his thoughts in verbal form.

"His mind? Why?"

"Reid, for once in your life, please do as you're told." Gorman barked over his shoulder.

Reid felt his anger rising. What the hell was Gorman hiding from them? He was about voice his outrage when Tyler gently touched his shoulder and he turned to face him, his anger fading as he gazed down into Tyler's blue eyes.

"Come on."

Tyler pulled on his arm gently, turning him towards the open doorway and Reid was powerless do anything other then what those baby blues told him to do. He shot Gorman a dark look as Tyler pulled him from the room and the elder returned it with a stern look of his own. The instant the two of them passed through the doorway the door slammed shut behind them.

"Fuck." Reid sighed, staring at the now closed door. "What do think has Gorman all moody?"

"I don't know." Tyler replied and then groaned quietly.

Reid immediately turned his head when he heard it and gazed at Tyler. The younger boy's eyes were glossy and his shoulders were dropping.

"You okay?"

Tyler nodded and placed his hand on the wall to support himself.

"I'm fine. Just tired, that's all."

Reid frowned. Tyler didn't look tired, he looked flat out exhausted. The blond thought for a moment and remembered the reason why; Tyler had practically drained himself of life when he tried to heal Pogue earlier. If he wasn't present, Reid was sure Tyler would've kept at it until he collapsed.

(And he's always on my ass about over-using)

"Come on, you need sit down for a while. Let's leave Gorman to his work." He moved forwards and gently pushed Tyler down the hallway towards the sitting room.

Tyler didn't protest as Reid led him into the dimly lit room and guided him over towards the large sofa in front of the fireplace. A quick flash of his eyes and a fire started within the small stone chamber.

"There we are." Reid smiled and sat down next to the other boy.

Tyler didn't say anything, which Reid found odd. Normally Tyler would've chewed his ass out for using like that, but the other boy just quietly stared into the bright orange flames. Reid leaned back against the soft cushions and sighed loudly.

"What do you think Gorman's hiding from us?"

Tyler tore his gaze away from the flames.

"What?"

"Come on Tyler, you didn't see the cut on his arm? He got that after we went into Caleb's house and I saw him wander off right before we found Pogue."

Tyler thought for a moment, turning his eyes back towards the fireplace.

"It can't be good. If something has Gorman spooked that only means bad news for us."

Reid grunted approvingly. He gazed into the crackling flames along with Tyler, thousands of thoughts running through his mind.

"I bet Pogue knows something. What the hell was he doing at Caleb's house anyway?"

"I don't know." Tyler lowered his head slightly and then a thought came to him. "Wait..."

"What?" Reid asked leaning closer.

"A week ago, when Pogue crashed his bike, he said he saw Caleb."

Silence soon covered the length of the whole room as Reid stared at the younger boy in complete shock.

"Pogue saw Caleb?"

"Yeah, he said Caleb appeared in the middle of the road and attacked him. That's why he crashed. I found him on the side of the road a few hours later and brought him here."

Reid thought hard for a long moment. He remembered that night, Tyler was nervous because he wasn't able to get a hold of Pogue and left to go find him, then an hour later Reid got a phone call from the younger covenant member saying he'd be spending the night at Pogue's place.

Reid bit the inside of his lip as he finished recalling the memory. Tyler spent the night over at Pogue's, for some reason that thought made his stomach turn violently. He honestly didn't know why. Well, he knew why, the thought of Tyler not being around him always made him uneasy, ever since they where kids they've always been close. Reid would always lead them on little adventures the second they could walk and Tyler would always go with him, his little fingers always digging into Reid's arm when something scared him. Even though he'd probably never admit it, Reid missed that feeling. It always made him feel special and wanted. Tyler trusted him to keep him safe; he knew Reid would protect him.

Whenever the younger boy was out of his sight Reid always felt empty. Tyler was basically all he had these days. His father passed away when Reid was fourteen and his mother dumped him off on Gorman's doorsteps shortly afterwards and took off without so much as a farewell.

"Reid?"

Tyler's hand was on his arm and Reid had to blink a few time to bring himself back to reality. His palm stung and when he opened his hands he saw half-moon imprints from his fingernails pressing tightly against the skin.

"Fuck." He swore and rubbed the tender skin.

Tyler gazed at him quietly and his eyes full of concern.

"Scared?" The younger boy asked, breaking the silence.

Reid couldn't bring himself to say anything so he just nodded quietly. Truth be told, he was fearful of everything that was going on around him but he was more afraid of the strange feelings swirling inside of him from being within the younger boy's presence.

Tyler's hands moved to his arm gently as he scooted closer to him.

"Me too." He whispered softly and curled against Reid's shoulder.

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Gorman groaned and removed his hand from Pogue's forehead. He wiped the sweat from his brow and took a moment to gather himself before trying another attempt at accessing Pogue's mind. Even though the young man was unconscious, his mind was still heavily protected. Gorman had to smile at that thought; apparently Pogue did pay attention to his teachings.

Using his powers, he moved one of the room's many chairs towards the bed and sat down in it. This was going to take some time and a lot of his patience. He sat down and raised his hand towards Pogue's forehead. Taking a deep breath, he once again dove into Pogue's subconscious. Darkness greeted him as he used his powers to fight through Pogue's mental barriers. Once again they wouldn't budge and Gorman tried to find a way through them.

(Come on Pogue, you know who this is.)

Even though he wasn't finding a way through, he kept at it. He knew sooner or later Pogue would recognize his presence and let him in, provided there was anything of Pogue's mind left after he finished tearing it to shreds.

(Pogue let me in...)

He lingered for a long time, waiting for the boy to let him inside his mind. Nothing...Pogue's defenses weren't even budging. Growing frustrated, Gorman withdrew his powers fully and leaned back in his chair. Even though he was proud of the fact that Pogue was strong enough to completely repeal his attempts, it only made him worry more about the boy's well-being. Pogue's mental defenses were that strong for a reason; he was trying to prevent someone from entering his mind.

(He must've done a number on you for you to fight me that much.)

The elder sighed once again and decided to call it a night. Pogue was going to need a lot of rest in order to fully recover from his ordeal. He hobbled over towards the closet and retrieved a blanket. He set it over Pogue's unconscious body, making sure the boy would be warm enough during the night.

When he finished he retrieved his cane and opened the door. He glanced once more at Pogue before he stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him. He paused in the hallway, trying to locate the two other covenant members. They weren't hard to for him to find, Reid always had an obnoxious air around him and Tyler's presence was always recognizable. He quietly walked down the hall towards the sitting room and poked his head inside.

Both boys were sprawled across the room's large sofa. Reid was slumped against the arm with his head resting against the top cushion while Tyler was curled against the other boy's side with head resting against Reid's shoulder. Gorman smiled and continued on his way down the hall towards his bedroom. He was going to need a lot of rest in order to build up his strength again. After climbing the stairs as quietly as he could he entered his bedroom. Gingerly he pulled the arm of his sweater up and looked at the gash on his forearm.

He was so involved with Pogue that he completely forgot about it. His whole forearm was covered with trails of dried blood. Summoning his remaining powers, he lightly ran his fingers over the cut, healing it until all that was left was a faded white line where the gash was.

(How's more powerful then I thought he would be...)

After healing his arm and removing the blood stains he reached into his pocket and pulled out a large gold pendent. He gazed at it intently, his eyes roaming over its smooth surface.

(Is this really all you wanted?)

He gazed down at it for a moment longer before setting it on his night stand and prepared himself for bed.

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Whew. I'm not really use to slashing 17/18 year olds so forgive me if things get odd. I normally work with beer-drinking 25/30 year old Australian racers that want to screw anything that moves.