All recognizable Covenant characters, places, and events belong to Sony Pictures and its affiliates. I am making no money from this endeavor. As for any original content: Any likeness, similarities, and resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, and events are unintentional and purely coincidental.

A grateful thank you to Misty Glow for permission to use some of the plot devices in the initial chapter(s). Her fic, "Age of Temptation" is a great inspiration.

Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own. Please feel free to contact me if anyone wishes to Beta for me.

Caleb phoned Tyler as soon as he got into his car and rolled out of the garage. The youngest Son answered just as Caleb exited the estate's wrought iron gate.

"Hey, Cay. What's up?"

"Hey Tyler, is Reid with you?" Caleb asked knowing the answer.

"Yeah man, I'm here," the blonde answered in the background.

"I need to talk to you guys; do you know where Pogue is?"

"Yeah he's staying with his parents for the weekend. Family time, ya know?" Tyler answered.

"Please call him over and I'll meet you guys in ten."

In Tyler's room the two warlocks looked at each other briefly and wondered what Caleb wanted. Normally Reid was not one to take orders, especially on such short notice but he refrained from making his usual snarky remark. He knew it had probably something to do with the raven haired teen's father and he knew when to just do as he was told.

"No prob man. We'll see you soon," Reid answered.

Caleb drove down the private roads that led to each of the Sons' houses. The Danvers estate spanned several acres so while they were all technically neighbors, the closest house was miles away. Each mansion was nestled in its own tree lined road, tastefully remaining as un-obsequious as possible. The families enjoyed luxury and opulence but they valued privacy as well.

Caleb turned onto the small dirt road that would lead to Simms manor. The house came into view and it was a lot cheerier looking than his own all brick gothic home. The light grey roof with its hexagonal towers looked almost castle-like but the general exterior was fashioned after New England beach houses. The residence was built to let in as much light as possible so sky lights and bay windows were adorned throughout the house. The colonial styled mansion was adjacent to Simms pond where the boys spent their younger years swimming or fishing. They hadn't done so in years but some of Caleb's best memories were playing with his brothers on the dock and they weren't worried about such things as power abuse. He remembered being told that one day he would inherit the power but being a young child of seven, he couldn't fathom thirteen much less what his father was going through. He fondly remembered a life without power and had grown to tire of his existence that seemed to consist of nothing but.

He parked in the crescent shaped driveway in front of entrance-way, glad to see Pogue's yellow Ducatti parked; meaning the Parry scion was already in the house. Caleb let himself in as there was no reason to lock doors in their neighborhood. He traversed the stairs, knowing where Tyler's room was by heart. He opened the door to find Tyler and Reid playing Grand Theft Auto on the XboX 360 and Pogue leaning against the wall, satisfied to watch the two play the violent video game.

"Hey Caleb, we'll be with you in a sec; I need to shank this grandma real quick," Reid said distractedly, intent on victimizing the fictional elderly.

All Caleb could do was roll his eyes at Reid's priorities. Pogue, on the other hand, sensed the severity of the situation and used his powers to turn off the console. Both teens that were playing let out a small groan of protest but didn't make a big fuss of it. They knew Caleb wasn't there for a social call and they stood alert for what the dark haired warlock had to say.

"Do you guys know David Danvers?" Caleb asked, figuring he'd ease them into the news.

"Yeah, he's your cousin however many times removed and heads up the historical committee with all the other people in the families that have a severe case of old," Reid replied succinctly and still wondering what this was all about.

"Yeah, something like that. He came to me last night regarding new information in the Book of Damnation…"

"What new information? The Book is like a million years old. It's not like people are adding to it."

"I'm getting to that Reid. New information on the passage about witches, do you guys remember anything about them? I know none of you probably haven't read it since we got our powers but…"

"Yeah I remember stuff," Tyler spoke up. "They're like us only female. Eldest daughter inherits the power but their powers were more elemental and mental based. They can call the forces of nature to do their bidding and hypnotize men into gladly walking off a cliff to their death. I think the basic gist of what the Book was telling us what 'do not fuck with witches.'"

Any other time Caleb would have been amused by Tyler's inadvertent irony but this was not the time to appreciate any kind of humor.

"Right...do you remember a passage after it? It was in another language?"

All three nodded their head, remembering the strange language filled the Book. It was spread throughout the tome but it was concentrated in the portion about warlocks and witches.

"We were told it was Latin or something and that it was probably the same English passage but in the original language. The Power has been around for centuries and the Book was written when our ancestors arrived in America."

"It's not the same passage...David had it translated."

"Why?" Reid asked what the three were thinking.

This was one of the harder parts of what he had to say. He had to admit to the others the extent his father's self interest.

"My dad was looking for a cure and he paid David to find one."

The atmosphere turned awkward at the revelation. It wasn't the first time they had talked about a cure but they assumed it was something that didn't exist. The Book of Damnation clearly stated that "Thy power can take thy life." The dire warning was littered throughout the Book and as far as they knew it was law.

Caleb had the other three warlock's undivided attention and he powered through what he needed to say.

"So apparently several years ago David took on the task of translating the Book and it took him the better part of a decade to finish it. He came to me with the translation last night and it holds the secret to using our powers without the aging effects."

There he said it. The secret was out and it no longer weighed on his conscience. It was no longer just his decision but all of theirs. They would share the responsibility of the knowledge and he felt relieved. He knew that it opened up a new set of issues but Caleb felt comforted that the accountability wasn't solely on him.

The others were shocked into silence. They weren't even sure they heard Caleb right. They could use without aging? It was something they had wished for but never thought would actually happen.

Out of all of them, Reid was the most excited. As the reality of situation sank into him, a buzz of jubilation grew inside of him. Sometimes he used to piss Caleb off but he mainly enjoyed the rush. A heady euphoria always washed over him when he used, even if it was for something small and petty like creating a small gust of wind to look up a girl's skirt. The fact he could bend the universe to his will was always something he savored. The Power felt amazing as it flowed through him; it was his birth rite and no matter how many times he was told using was dangerous, deep in his heart he knew it wasn't supposed to be. He loved having power and although Ascending meant he would become a thousand times more powerful he dreaded the event. More power meant that his body would age faster and he would end up like his father or worse, Caleb's father. Now that there was a possibility he could live a normal life and use like he wanted, his patience for Caleb's slow explanation wore out.

"What is it then? Spell? Ritual? Virgin sacrifice, what?" Reid asked, clearly eager to know more.

Caleb knew that they would want to know as much as possible now that he opened the can of worms. So he showed him the documents he had in his hand that David gave them.

"It's not a spell or ritual…per say. Here's the translation David gave me."

They all gathered around Caleb to read the papers he had. It didn't take them long to figure out that they needed a witch.

"I thought you said we had a cure, all the witch lines died out like three hundred years ago."

"That brings us to David's second finding. Apparently there was at least one line that survived. A witch during the Burning Times foresaw her own death and made arrangements to send her daughter and what she thought was the next Putnam son with the power away to escape the persecution. It didn't work out exactly as she thought it would, mainly due to John Putnam's illegitimate son with Goodwin Pope but David was able to trace the line to a girl in D.C."

"She wasn't a very good psychic then if she didn't see that coming," Reid said jokingly. The others did not find it as amusing.

"OK, that's cool then right? D.C. isn't that far from us, I mean the girl could have ended up halfway around the world or something. And D.C. has good schools right? So we can go there after Spencer. Our bodies can last until then and we'll have more opportunity to friend her and make her a part of our coven, then we'll be set," Tyler said optimistically.

"It's not that simple…we have to do more than just be around her…we have to be with her," Caleb said, hoping that they would get the hint and not force him to explain like David had to.

Pogue and Tyler looked at him confused but Reid had gotten the message loud and clear.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hold up; are you seriously telling us that part of the cure is sex? Sex with a witch?"

Reid was all smiles as if he just won the lottery.

"Yes…from what David has explained…possibly at least once a month. He wasn't too sold on the literal meaning, so it's possible that we might have to wing it and take this passage on faith," Caleb said with difficulty. It sounded even worse when he said it out loud and Reid's shit-eating grin was not helping things.

He looked to his other brothers and they both had different reactions. Pogue looked like he was about to explode and Tyler went from confused to looking slightly scandalized.

"Dude, this is the best day of my life. I haven't been this happy since that twin convention in Boston last summer. Talk about sexual healing."

All three looked at Reid after he said his terrible pun, not quite believing he would say something so crass and inappropriate…until they realized it was Reid and in reality should have seen it coming.

"I still can't believe you managed to get it moved from Ohio," Tyler commented in disbelief.

"What the hell Caleb? We," Pogue said, referring to himself and Caleb, finally speaking up after the revelation and completely ignoring the commentary from the Peanut Gallery. "have girlfriends. What are we supposed to do? Fuck around on them so we can use as much as we want? How do we know this translation is even accurate? How do we know if it'll even work? Are we really going to risk our relationships over a supposed secret passage from the Book?"

"There's nothing saying we have to go through with this," Caleb stated, trying to calm his friend down. "It's why I had us meet, so we can think carefully about what we're going to do. We can weigh all of our options."

"What is there to think about?" Reid said with slight disbelief they would even hesitate on the subject, echoing Caleb's mothers words from before. "We need a witch to use safely. I think we all know we can't stop using, and God knows I don't want to stop even if we could. It's either this or dying a slow…"

Reid's words trailed off and he stopped talking mid-sentence when he realized what he was saying. It was a rare occurrence but did know when he had overstepped his bounds and could feel remorse for it.

"Sorry man."

Caleb brushed it off as he was used to Reid being a total ass and he wasn't about to hold a grudge against his brother during the few instances when the blonde actually apologized.

"It's fine but we do need to think this through. This isn't just about us, it's about another person and it'll completely change her life. We can't just go to her and say 'Hey, turns out you're a witch and you need to sleep with us in order to function properly because apparently there is some sort of higher power that made us for each other.' –God it sounds so much worse when I say it out loud- As true as it may be, it sounds crazy and she'll probably call the cops on us. And Pogue's right, we have girlfriends and there are too many variables that could be wrong. I'm not willing to put my relationship on the line for a 'maybe.'"

Pogue seemed to be pacified with Caleb's decision but Reid definitely wasn't.

"OK whatever, you have girlfriends. I don't see how that actually makes a difference and why you're hesitating," the tattooed teen started to argue.

"That's because we're not selfish assholes," Pogue interrupted.

"One, fuck you. Two, any woman we get involved with should accept and expect that we might have special needs like this and that there's no way they're going to get a typical all-American nuclear family with two point five kids regardless. Even if this turns out to be a bust, they still have to deal with the fact we have powers and our life expectancy isn't exactly long term."

"So what's your point?"

"My point is that we need to accept that we're never going to have normal lives and we shouldn't expect our relationships to be any different. If this witch can help us then I say we do whatever it is we need to do in order to survive. The girls can either take it or leave it."

"Are you insane? Do you really think Kate or Sarah is going to go for that? I almost lost Kate once to magic, I'm going to going lose her now because some ancient relative thinks he might have found a cure."

"Fine, whatever. Do what you want and I can't speak for Ty but I'm definitely going after this. When you guys look forty at age twenty and I'm still a complete stud and using whenever I want, don't come crying to me."

"I agree with Reid," Tyler said, putting in his thoughts. "I don't want to miss out on this and I get why you two," motioning towards Pogue and Caleb. "don't want to mess with something good in your lives but there's nothing to hold back me and Reid. I don't want to end up like my dad; hiding out on the Florida pretending to be a retiree at forty; using just enough to get him through the day but not enough to get him to Mr. Danvers' condition. I want to be able to just be ourselves and not worry that using the powers given to us will eventually ruin our lives."

"Yes! Exactly what Tyler said. I think it's settled. I'm going down to D.C., seducing her, bringing her to Ipswich and living happily every after: getting regular sex and using as much as I want. Let's start packing."

"What if she's not interested in any of us?" Tyler said to bring Reid back to reality. Caleb was glad someone other than him was going about the situation logically.

"What? Pssph!" Reid dismissed the thought. "She just hasn't met me yet. When she does, she won't be able to resist the all of this," he motioned over his person, "and she'll welcome me straight into her bed."

Tyler frowned at Reid's assumption and that the blonde basically meant to exclude him.

"Oh don't worry Baby Boy. I'm not stingy, I like to share. You know this," Reid said to comfort the youngest Son; giving him a conspiratorial wink and smirk.

Caleb and Pogue ignored the blush that crept up Tyler's neck, how flushed his cheeks got, and the somewhat angry look Tyler gave the blonde. They knew how close the two were but they didn't want to know how close the two were.

"Reid, what if she doesn't want to come to Massachusetts?" Tyler said, trying to change the subject back to the matter at hand. "I don't think you get what a big deal it would be for her to up and move. Not to mention, she's what?" he checked the file again. "Sixteen."

"So? That's the age of consent…I know. I've looked it up."

"No, horndog. She's underage and therefore at least lives with a guardian. Meaning whoever's looking after her isn't going to let her randomly move several states away. Face it, we're going to have to take our time with this…like months or even years."

"Years?" Reid slightly whined.

"Yes, years; like waiting until you graduate, moving to D.C., and then courting her."

"Courting her? What is this Game of Thrones?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. First you guys need to actually meet her…then go from there," Caleb said to break up the petty fight he was sure to ensue.

"Yeah, let's see what we can find on Facebook," Tyler conceded as he didn't want to fight with Reid.

He went to his desk and opened the social network. He ignored all the friend requests and notices that popped up and went straight for the search feature. Fortunately, "Hannah Takalua" was a fairly unusual name, knew where she lived, and what school she went to so it should have been easy to find her. But after a few attempts at searching for her, nothing came up. Literally nothing showed up, not even people who had similar names appeared.

"I guess she doesn't have a Facebook," Tyler surmised to the others that were gathered around the computer.

"Who doesn't have Facebook?" Reid asked, genuinely confused.

He got a sudden horrified look on his face and the others wondered what he was thinking.

"Oh God, what if she's fugly?"

The rest remained silent as they had no idea how Reid had come to such a thought.

"That's why she doesn't have a Facebook. She's fuck ugly and doesn't want people to see her. Or worse, what if she's fat?"

Caleb was dumbfounded by Reid's insensitive statement and wondered how exactly he got so much female attention.

"Are you seriously this superficial?" Caleb asked with all seriousness.

"Yes," Reid replied with no shame and complete frankness.

When he saw the disgusted looks on his brother's faces he was ready to defend himself.

"Whatever guys, don't act like you don't think the same deep down. I mean, look at Sarah and Kate. Obviously you guys didn't get together because of some deep intellectual attraction. They were hot and you went after them. End of story."

Pogue walked away because he was not about to get into some philosophical confrontation about his girlfriend's looks and if he would have still approached her if she was substantially heavier.

Caleb went back to ignoring Reid and tried to help Tyler find the witch.

"Did you spell her name and the name of her school correctly?"

"Yeah. Hannah Takalua; Peabody Conservatory for Math and Science."

"Sounds like a smart school," Reid stated, worried that his "she might be fat and/or ugly" paranoia might be justified.

"It is. It's an international magnate school in North West D.C."

"What's that mean?"

"Means that she had to take a test and beat out kids from across and outside the country to get in."

Caleb had to admit he was fairly impressed. He excelled at school in his own right but the school was impressive and if her transcripts were any indication, she was in the top three percent of her class.

"It also means that she's probably smart enough that when she meets you she'll have the good sense to run the other direction."

Caleb couldn't help but take the piss out of Reid; the blonde was being unbearably obnoxious about the whole thing.

Reid smiled because he was glad they had the old fighting Caleb back instead of the brooding nightmare he had been for the past week. In the spirit of good natured ribbing, he gave the black hair teen the one finger salute without even looking.

"So our next break," Tyler went on as he ignored the shenanigans going on around him. "is Thanksgiving. I was thinking maybe we can lay some ground work during the break. I'm sure our moms would let us go to D.C. and miss all the traditional family stuff once they know what is going on."

"Dude, are you really going to tell your mom you have to sleep with some chick?" Pogue asked from the gaming chair; he decided to bow out of the plans like Caleb and play some Forza.

No, Tyler did not relish the thought of speaking of any type of topic that involved sex with his mother. He was certain she was too delicate to hear such things and it was never something he could broach with his saintly mother. As far as he was concerned, he was conceived via magic.

"No. Never. But she doesn't need to know all the details…she just needs to know it's important to us that we find this witch. She'll believe that and probably won't ask too many questions."

"Yeah she still thinks Baby Boy here is a blushing virgin, doesn't she Tyler?"

Reid was Tyler's best friend but sometimes the blue eyed brunette just wanted to punch him in the face.

"Shut up Reid."

"I think it's going to be awesome," ignoring his friend's request. "Despite the time it'll take. It'll be an awesome sexy plan to get sexified."

They continued to discus other ways they could get down to D.C. and introduce themselves but then a voice from downstairs called to the youngest member of the group.

"Tyler!"

"Yeah mom?"

"Can you please come down to the solarium? And bring the boys with you."

Tyler frowned at the odd request but he answered his mother.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a sec!"

"What's this about?" Pogue asked what they were all thinking.

"Not sure," was the only thing Tyler could say.

The four teens bounded down the stairs loudly and met Mrs. Simms where she asked them to.

Rosalind Simms stood in the solarium with the other Covenant mothers and the boys slowed their movements and softened their steps. They were on high alert as they knew their mothers congregating could not be a good thing. A sense of dread grew in them as they had the irrational fear they might have done something wrong, as every teenager felt when confronted with their parents for unknown reasons.

Each Son respectively greeted their mother with a kiss and said "hello" to the others. Pogue, Caleb, and Tyler sat down on the uncomfortable white wicker furniture while Reid decided to lean against the wall, ready to bolt. He loved his mother but he was never a big fan of authority figures and all four women exuded power; not the type they had but a more political affluence that would make world leaders cower. The women not only married into money but connections that influenced the way the world worked. Each woman was the silent partner in their father's affairs and kept the family coffers well stocked and everyone in line.

Caleb felt dismay build up in the pit of his stomach because he had a feeling what the gathering would be about. He knew when his mother acquiesced with his plan of non-involvement with the witch that it would not be the end of it. What he was worried about was what could she gain from getting the other mother's involved. They couldn't all plot for each of their sons to be with the girl, could they?

"Boys, Evelyn filled us in on the situation and we want to help," Rosalind stated. Mrs. Parry and Garwin nodded their head in agreement, smiling to let their boys know they had their full support.

Each boy tensed as if they were caught planning something illegal and felt an instant panic because of the nature of their situation.

"Help how exactly?" Caleb said gruffly, the question directed at his mother because he knew she was the mastermind.

"We've created a very generous trust in Ms. Takalua's name that includes the Hamilton estate with stipulations that she attend Spencer to obtain residency. In Ipswich, inheritance laws require that only local residences can inherit historical landmarks, otherwise face huge taxes and have the money in legal limbo for an indeterminate amount of time. It's to preserve the integrity of the landmark and keep it in Ipswich hands."

"Is that true?"

"No, but it will be in a week when the general council meets and passes the 'Ipswich Historical Land and Estate Act'."

Several members of the city council were relatives of the Covenant and basically did whatever the families needed at the time. Caleb was not surprised that his mother would go so far as to change the local statutes and laws to fit her agenda.

"How have you been able to do this? I left the house less than two hours ago."

"Caleb, dear; you need to realize how much can be done with the right connections and a limitless amount of disposable income," she said condescendingly.

"OK, you built a trust and are tempting her here with money but what are you going to do if she questions where it came from? Money doesn't just fall into your lap, especially a 'trust' that was made up a few hours ago."

"We'll tell her the truth."

The boys whipped their heads to Evelyn, surprised she would suggest such a thing.

"Obviously not the whole truth, sillies," Meredith "Merry" Garwin said with a high pitched valley girl accent and small laugh.

"We'll tell her that our family historians found evidence of a surviving member of the Hamilton family and traced it to her. As the eldest of the line, she inherits the trust that was initially given to the Ipswich Historical Foundation. The Hamilton's were wealthy landowners and had a booming shipping business before they were hunted down like dogs by hysterical and jealous witch hunters. The money has been hers the whole time, we just didn't know about her until now. We all added in a sizable portion that no one could resist. So all you have to do is give her some of that Garwin charm and there'll be no problem."

Merry was as confident as her son when it came to matters of the bedroom and she was not shy at all.

"Mom, do you know exactly what is involved in order to use our powers without aging?" Tyler asked nervously. He knew she had to be ignorant of the situation because there was no way his perfect mother would encourage such behavior from him or encourage any girl for that matter.

"Son, I know we never talked about this but you do know about sex right? You're father and I had it to have you. And don't be embarrassed, but you and the girls you sneak in with Reid are not as quiet as you think you are."

Embarrassment and anxiety seized Tyler as the unacceptable reality of his mother knowing about sex and knowing he had sex crashed into him. He wholeheartedly wanted to use his powers to open up the Earth to swallow him whole.

"Boys, we know all the down and dirty details and we're fine with it. We love you and we want you to be safe and live as normal of lives as you can. We would never judge or condemn you for doing what you need to do in order to survive. There's no shame in sex and honestly, if I was her and I got to be with such handsome boys; I'd be over the moon," Beatrice Parry, added; wanting to be helpful.

She wasn't.

Pogue looked at his mother in disbelief. He swore everyone had to be mad because it seemed that only him and Caleb saw what was wrong with the situation.

"Mom, you remember Kate? My girlfriend? How can you not see this isn't a good idea? I mean, would you have let dad sleep around just so he could use instead of controlling himself? Please, someone else point out how fucked up this situation is."

"Oh, are you still dating her? I thought you broke up last July," she said, completely ignoring the rib about his father. She didn't want to admit it out loud, she wasn't Merry, but she and Pogue's father had an understanding. As long as they were both discrete and neither produced a child out of wedlock; monogamy wasn't required.

Pogue's frowned deepened when his mother mentioned the break he and Kate took; one of many in their tumultuous relationship but they always found their way back to each other. They never officially broke up but sometimes they would take time away from each other. Sometimes they just needed to cool off and remember how much they loved each other.

"Yes I'm still dating her and I'm not going to break up with her for some girl I don't know. And I'm not going to cheat on her either."

"Lets not make any hasty decisions. Wait for her to get here and we'll go from there," Evelyn interceded the fight that was about to happen between the Parrys.

Caleb recalled the exact same issues he was having moments ago with the Covenant. He and his mother were more alike than he was willing to admit.

"Yes! The girl will accept the money, I mean who wouldn't? And she'll meet our boys and everybody will be happy. Especially if my Reid is as good to her as he was to those twins he brought home last August. They sounded like they had a great time," Merry told everyone much to Reid's dismay.

"Wow, this plan is a lot less sexy with my mom involved" Reid groused.

A/N: A big thanks to all of those who reviewed. They are always appreciated and inspire me to write more and more.

Thanks to ge and ruge for encouraging me to update. I hope everyone continues to enjoy the fic!