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.

Tyler sat in honors chemistry, barely paying attention to the professor as the teacher droned on about bonds, moles, and other things he was not absorbing. No one else in the class was paying any attention either so his look of complete and utter indifference was not out of place.

Even if the educator was riveting and engaging, he probably wouldn't have noticed or cared. He had other things weighing on his mind that had nothing to do with school.

It was the Wednesday after the witch had first step foot onto school grounds and none of the Sons had yet to set eyes on her. She remained elusive all throughout the weekend and they quickly learned by Monday evening that none of them shared a class with her. He and Reid had tried repeatedly to track her by sense or by the Power but she was always a step ahead of them. They felt her presence wherever they went, driving them to the brink of madness with want. Her essence haunted their senses, always a cool warm breeze seemed to be where she left as well as a delicate scent of coconut filled their noses.

The presence of the witch was starting to take its toll on the Sons. None of them were sleeping properly and all of them were on edge. Caleb seemed to be the worst off and the youngest Son assumed it had something to do with the raven haired warlock being of age. Their power increased exponentially when they hit eighteen so he figured the need for the witch did as well. Ever since the Danvers scion Ascended Tyler had noticed that something seemed off with Caleb. He didn't know what it was but he felt that there was a presence about his friend that wasn't there before. The eldest Son was always serious and somewhat broody but lately it had seemed he had taken to another level. Tyler didn't know if he should be worried for his brother but his own issues were taking the forefront.

They all looked ragged and sleep deprived. The dark bags under their eyes were noticed by their mothers and the other students. They all asked if everything was alright with the Sons and all the teens could reply was that finals were coming up. The mother's knew better but the other students were willing to accept their answers. Tyler wasn't sure how much longer they could last before one of them snapped.

Tyler was starting to consider Reid's suggestion that they break into admissions and steal Hannah's transcripts and file. He didn't want to invade her privacy like that; fearful that if she ever found out she would never speak to them; if they ever got to meet her at all, which what was the issue in the first place. They needed to figure out a way to find her and filching her class schedule was a way to do that.

As he thought of a plan to break into the school's admissions office, the slightly nasal and snooty voice of Kira Snider broke through his concentration.

"Oh my God, have you heard about that new transfer?" the resident mean girl asked her cronies.

"Yeah I heard she's in the TaG program with all the other nerds not deemed fit for the regular population," the sycophant brunette to the left of her stated.

The "TaG" program was what they called the classes for "Talented and Gifted" students. They had an entire wing dedicated to their specialized and advanced curriculum. He had very little contact with any student in the program and it explained why none of the Sons or their girlfriends had any classes with her. He was used of Kira's mean and vindictive nonsense and normally ignored her but at the moment she was being useful which was a rare occurrence.

"Eww...I don't understand why Higgins lets those weirdoes in. I think they should just be passed onto college and get them out of here. It's not fair they get all these privileges just because they can't handle being around normal people."

"I heard she's nouveau riche. Her family used to be the Hamiltons but they tossed her ancestor away or something and they just found her. It's so sad how far the family has gone because they slummed it with some Asians or something. I mean, what kind of name is 'Takalua?'" the blonde lemming to Kira's right piped in.

"Major grossness...I guess Higgins needed to reach some sort of minority quota and let a chink in. I mean, this school used to have standards and now they're letting anyone who can pay attend. You know Patrick Henry, the guy with the red Ferrari?"

Both friends nodded their head, totally engrossed in Kira's juicy gossip. Tyler tensed and became angry at the racist comment.

"Well he was in the nurse's office when the new girl came, I think he got mono again from that skitch Bethany...anyway he said he saw her register meds. So she's a total pill popper."

"Probably an Adderal junkie like most of the kids in TaG. That's why they're so smart, they stay up all the time to study and have no life."

"Totes. I hear she's super OCD too. Charles Montgomery had a tutoring session with her and she told him to reschedule. I mean, he was only twenty minutes late and she was being totally unreasonable. He said she went on about how her time is worth blah blah blah...I told him I would have been like 'Bitch, I pay you to teach me so you're on my schedule'..."

"Oh my God, she charges to tutor? Like it's a job?"

"Yeah I know right? She doesn't belong here...I mean who gets a job in high school? That's not the worst part though, Anne Arundel said that she also went to a session and the girl gave her like a two inch binder of stuff to read and organize her shit. Crazy OCD; I mean, why would you pay money to do so much work?"

"I know right? So weird..."

Tyler rolled his eyes and chose to block out the blathering of the three bitchiest girls in the school. He didn't understand how girls could be so mean about someone they never met and why they took pleasure in putting others down. Still, Kira's gossipy nature gave him the first lead he could use that didn't involve violating Hannah's privacy. A plan quickly formed and he couldn't wait until he talked to Reid about what he had found out.

In the meantime though, he figured he was going to be getting very close to Hannah (at least physically, he wasn't sure how emotionally attached he'd get to the witch) and he felt that in magic user solidarity he ought to defend her honor.

So Tyler lowered his head and closed his eyelids to hide the tell tale sign of using. Soon he heard a horrified voice of Kira's flunky,

"Kira...oh my God...what's wrong with your face?"

The red haired girl frowned and quickly got her compact mirror she always had on hand. As soon as she opened she screamed when she saw what he friend was talking about. Right in the middle of her face was the biggest zit she had ever seen. It was an angry red with a pus filled center that seemed to almost pulsate. She quickly got her things and ran out of the lab with her head down and covering her face as best she could.

She wasn't quickly enough because the blonde peon had been a little too loud and others had turned their head towards the commotion; they saw the monstrosity that grew from the mean girl's face and all had a good laugh. The student body had a bit of schadenfreude-esque gossip to tide them over and Tyler got a satisfied feeling for giving Kira some karmic retribution.

The Sons of Ipswich always ate together so it was a little abnormal for the youngest member to be absent for the first ten minutes. As the brunette made his way to their usual table, the blonde member of the group asked,

"Where were you?"

"I needed to take care of something in the library. I have a tutoring session this afternoon."

"Tutoring? What do you need tutoring in? If you needed help, you could have asked me," Caleb commented, slightly concerned about Tyler's possible academic issues.

"I don't need the tutoring but I heard from a bitchy if not reliable source that Hannah tutors every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She's also in the TaG program, so that's why we haven't seen her."

"Eww she's in TaG? Those kids give me the creeps...nothing but mouth breathers and tucked in sweater vests," Reid commented and pointedly looked at Caleb's pristinely worn uniform.

Their leader did indeed wear his school sanctioned sweater vest neatly tucked in but the older teen did not retort as he was used to Reid's immaturity.

"I thought there was that one kid you talked to...Frederick Hagerstown."

"I don't talk to him, I pay him to get information for me."

"Information?"

"Yeah he's a computer nerd and knows how to get info I might need on a girl I'm trying to sleep with."

"Aren't you even slightlyworried there's a hell?" Pogue asked his friend.

"Not really," Reid replied.

"Anyway," Tyler continued. "I scheduled for a session this afternoon and hopefully things will progress from there.

"Cool. Work your 'magic'; chicks dig the sensitive doe eyed thing you do...and put in a good word for me. I don't know how to get with smart chicks."

"Reid, she's in TaG; she's not just smart. She's probably three times smarter than you and therefore three times less likely to fall for your bullshit," Caleb ribbed the blonde.

"Well you speak nerd, what do smart girls like?"

Caleb could not contain the amount of exasperation he felt at Reid's failure to understand common decency that the raven haired teen hit his head against the lunch table and stayed still for an entire minute. When he was finally able to articulate his response without thrashing the blonde he said,

"Reid, she's smart; not a different species. There's no one thing smart girls like that other girls don't. There's this crazy thing called 'talking to and getting to know them' that us non-womanizing males do to know what females like."

Reid stared at Caleb blankly as if the older warlock just explained to him some foreign custom to a country he'd never heard of.

"Right…no really what do smart girls like? What does Sarah like? She's smart-ish."

"What do you mean 'smart-ish?' She has a full ride here and is probably going to get into Harvard; all on her own merit."

"Well she's not in TaG so she's not that special. Speaking of Sarah, where is she? Where's Kate? Normally they're blathering on about some stupid reality TV show by now. I would assume they'd have heard something about the new girl."

"Sarah's in the library doing her college apps and essays," Caleb answered.

"Kate's doing stuff for poms," Pogue replied, referring to the Spencer dance team.

Reid lost interest in his brothers' girlfriends as soon as he realized they weren't going to be useful and turned back to Tyler.

"So what are you getting tutored in?"

"Algebra II, something I'm doing average in and can justify getting the extra help."

"Ugh sounds like the worst thing ever, especially since all you're probably going to be thinking are ways to get into her pants."

Though crude, Reid had astute observational skills when he put his mind to it.

Meanwhile in the girl's dorm floor…

Hannah walked into her room and tossed her backpack to its assigned area. She had settled into a routine that she had done everyday since getting to Spencer. She chose to eat her lunch in the comfort of her dorm, away from crowds and the chance she might reveal her illness. Her therapist had already berated her on "being anti-social" but Hannah wasn't ready to join the masses just yet. Even with her fellow cohort she wasn't ready to put herself out there and try to make friends.

"I don't know why I need to make friends, I have plenty of them…back in D.C." she thought to herself as she booted up her laptop and popped a Hot Pocket into the microwave.

Even though Spencer was very accommodating to the students in the TaG program, they had their own break room where they were delivered meals catered to their dietary needs, she didn't feel comfortable trying to become part of their social circle. She felt like she was some sort of usurper, barging in their territory that she wasn't sure she belonged. Despite her high I.Q. she suspected she didn't have much in common with the students at Spencer. They were all born rich and were accustomed to a certain lifestyle. She felt out of her element and slightly awkward with the perks and amenities the students enjoyed such as the laundry service. She didn't like other people handling her clothes and felt that the staff was babying the students because she was certain most of them didn't know how to do laundry.

The microwave dinged to alert her that her food was ready just as a screen popped up on her computer.

"Hola," a bespectacled female greeted her.

"Hey Jayne, what's up?" Hannah asked her friend as she took a bite of the delicious hand held pizza.

"Nothing much. I got the deets on the Danvers family you wanted."

"Oh, anything interesting turn up?"

"Sort of…they're insanely rich but choose to stay in a suburb of Boston."

"They must have strong ties here or something."

"Maybe but they do have a huge family…"

"And?"

"And they're all over town. Pretty much all the businesses are owned either by the Danvers, Garwins, Parrys, and Sims; sometimes even a combination of the families such as the major law firm that is handling your money. They're also in the local government and police. It's kind of creepy how many there are and how much power only four families wield."

"Dude, that's like secret society Illuminati creepy."

"I know right? So I'll keep an eye on them…see if anything pops up."

"Thanks Jayne. Good work on tracking the money and family for me too."

"No prob…next time give me something challenging. I have all the medical records of the students if you want to take a peek."

"Ummm…no thank you. I'll let them keep their privacy."

"You're no fun. How's the school treating you anyway?"

"It's OK. Nothing really to report yet since I've only been here a couple of days."

"Meet anyone interesting? Or are you still hiding out and eating by yourself?"

"Yeah I'm being kind of a hermit. Not really ready to join the gen-pop yet."

"Can't hide forever."

"Really? Step outside lately?"

"Hey, I'll have you know I stood at my front door and contemplatedgoing outside for a whole minute."

"Wow, that is something. Good job," Hannah said with complete honesty.

The agoraphobic computer hacker nodded her head and accepted the schizophrenic's congratulations. It was hard for her to even think about going outside without an anxiety attack but she was getting better. It might not seem like a big step to the average person but to someone who goes into paralysis when outside and in an open space; it's a giant leap forward.

"Yes but then I had a panic attack and scrubbed my apartment for three hours."

"That's understandable," Hannah said to support her friend, knowing the burden of having an obsessive compulsive mind.

"Well with your progress, maybe you could come out and join us at a con one day," Hannah joked to lighten the mood.

"Blech. You know I'm not into that nerd shite."

"Says the computer hacker."

"Hacking isn't nerdy, it's totally bad ass."

"Maybe in the nineties when no one could do it. Nowadays thirteen year olds are hacking; look at my brother."

"OK do not compare my awesome skills that broke into the Pentagon to your brother taking your World of Warcraft inventory."

"When did you break into the Pentagon? It wasn't in the news…"

"That's how awesome I am."

Hannah didn't question her friend further and believed Jayne had such skills.

"Anyway, how's the schizophrenia?" Jayne asked.

"Oh you know…same ol' same ol'," she said dismissively as she saw a snake wrap around her desk lamp. The snake spoke "Do not tread on me" before it fell to pieces and then disappeared.

"I do feel a buzz sometimes though."

"New symptoms?"

"Not sure…it doesn't feel like anything I've felt before. It's almost a pull, wanting me to go somewhere."

"Go where?"

"No idea. It's worse some places than others. Mostly in the dorms, I don't feel it so much when I'm in class; thank God. But sometimes I feel like I'm being pulled in four directions at once."

"Have you told Dr. Pingleton?"

Hannah hesitated telling her friend that she hadn't disclosed her new feelings to her Dr. She knew she should tell her therapist as keeping secrets was a big no-no in therapy but Hannah was worried she was getting worse and she wasn't ready to come to terms with that possibility yet.

"No…" she shyly said and when her friend gave her a knowing look "Yes I know I should and I will if it gets worse but it's not a problem right now. It's not a bad feeling but it's just noticeable. I don't think it's a big deal."

Jayne looked at her friend long and hard; she knew the feeling of wanting to keep things from her therapist; while most of the time she could tell her Dr. anything as they had been together for years and built that trust, there were still some things that were difficult to admit; such as the possibility their condition was getting worse. She never liked it when she was pushed and she wasn't going to do it to her friend. She just hoped that Hannah was right and it was no big deal.

"How are classes going?" Jayne asked to change the topic.

"Pretty good. Lots of independent study and they give me loads of time to do my research. Their facilities are pretty impressive for a non-technical school; almost on par with Peabody."

"That's good, I mean you can still do your research right?"

"Yeah I mean they have Primo Stars and Peabody has Axios. I don't need Axios so I'm just being a brat but I do miss them."

"No, the right microscope can make or break a project but at least they aren't trying to supply you with a Stemi DV4 or something."

Hannah burst out laughing at the horrifying concept.

"Oh my God don't even joke about that. Could you imagine doing graduate level research with one of those? What would I tell my professor? 'Sorry Dr. but I couldn't observe the acid hydrolase precursor proteins transfer to the lysosomes in my specimens because my scope only has a zoom range yield of 64x and that's with additional accessories; as well as no LED backed lighting for contrast.' I mean how pissed would my team be?"

"You should tell them that's what Spencer provides and see how they react."

Hannah was in mid-drink when her friend suggested teasing her research partners with the false microscope and she spit out her soda at the thought. It took her a few minutes to collect herself and tell Jayne,

"I'm definitely going to do that. They are going to be sooo mad, I can't wait."

"What else you got going on?"

"Tutoring this afternoon, then I'm more or less free to do whatever. Spencer doesn't eat up my day like Peabody did so I'm glad for that."

"Why are you still tutoring Joes? I thought you got all this money."

"I burnt through my initial allotment with the house and treating everyone to a shopping spree at Best Buy; plus buying my dad the new Ford pickup to appease him from committing a felony."

"Don't you mean felonies?"

"Whatever."

"Still don't you get like a monthly allotment?"

"Yeah but that first goes to house stuff and the rest is saved. My dad doesn't want me to become spoiled so the actual allowance I get isn't going to cover my wish-list."

"So even with the allowance you still need to tutor?"

"Hey, gaming and cosplaying aren't cheap. Luckily I bought myself a Singer Futura during the splurging so all I really need to buy is accessories and fabric. I'm so excited; I'm completely re-doing my Sailor Mars and Taiwan costumes."

"I wasn't aware you guys were getting so dorked up that you're dressing as nations now. What are you going to do? Papier-mâché yourself as the island?"

"No loser, Taiwan from Hetalia."

"I'm just going to nod my head and pretend to know what you're talking about."

Hannah rolled her eyes at her exasperated friend. She was used to such reactions from her non-cosplaying friend and didn't take offence. At least Jayne never out right ridiculed her for her hobby.

"I just don't see the appeal of going to convention centers dressed up en masse," Jayne commented.

"It's hard to understand awesomeness and by your lack of it you probably never will," Hannah teased back.

Jayne good naturedly stuck out her tongue in response.

The warning bell run, letting Hannah know her lunch break was over.

"OK, I'm heading out. I'll talk to you tomorrow," Hannah said as she grabbed her book-bag and started to head out.

"Later," was all Jayne replied.

Hannah left her room not knowing soon her world was going to change forever.

A/N: Short and sweet update. I know I'm taking forever for them to meet her but I like to make things hard for my characters. lol But next chapter, there is definite contact! Stay tuned and I hope everyone keeps following!

Thanks to Knyte for the review. I promise each boy will have plenty of spotlight.