A/N: "Oh God, what the hell is wrong with me?" That's what I kept asking myself while I wrote this. It's not very good, but it's something that I couldn't get out of my head. Caleb sees the world one way, and Chase screws it all up. Hope you guys like it at least a little. :heart:

LadyV.2102: I'm really glad you liked it. As I mentioned in the description, I was kind of loosely basing a lot of my imagery on the game "Left 4 Dead 2", so it really helped being able to actually see what I wanted, lol.

LawleyPop024: I'm trying to keep the updates regular. Unfortunately, my Muse is a bigger pain in the ass than Reid. He finds it personally hilarious to disappear for weeks at a time and leave me floundering with nothing to write. -.-

beginningxofxthexend: You never cease to inflate my ego. XD I think that one was one of my favorites to write, actually. It was such a strong image that I got, Tyler standing on top of a bus with a pissed off crowd surging around him... I dunno. Some times I do really good by accident. XD

Dark Angel's Blue Fire: I'm glad you liked the last two chapters. :D

There was a time when things were just black or just white. Then Chase showed up and it turned to mottled shades of gray. Then he thought Chase was dead and it went to just black. Then Chase showed back up and things were colors he couldn't name...

Caleb growled to himself and threw a textbook across the room, not noticing or caring when it left a small hole in the wall where the corner contacted the soft sheet rock. When did he decide to start waxing poetic about Chase and colors? For all he knew, Chase was bullshitting the entire "I'm a changed man" speech. It wouldn't be the first time they'd been taken in by a line of shit from an innocent face.

Caleb nearly screamed. Now he was calling Chase an innocent face and lingering a little too long on what that face looked like. What in the hell was wrong with him? This was the kid that tried to kill all of them!

He couldn't even remember what he was supposed to be doing before he caught himself thinking about Chase. There was no good way for this to turn out. They were either going to have to fight him again, something that was now infinitely more dangerous, seeing as how the entire Covenant was at danger of becoming addicted, or they would spend the rest of their lives mistrusting Chase and waiting for him to slip up. Caleb wished the world would just go back to black and white. Things would be easier if-- A pool of ice formed in the pit of his stomach, sending an uncontrollable chill up his spine. Someone was Using. He turned to the door of his bedroom, planning on calling Reid and asking what he was thinking this time and he stopped. It wasn't Reid that had been Using...

"You seem pissy." Chase purred.

"What do you want?" Caleb demanded. He'd warned Chase to stay away from them...

"We've had this conversation. I have everything I could possibly want. It's what I need." Chase slowly advanced as he spoke. Caleb felt fear dig its sharp claws into the back of his mind, tearing at rationality and screaming to attack. His only solace could be found in the fact that Chase's eyes were still a pale blue, not black.

"We've had this discussion. More Power won't stop the aging or the addiction. Mortality is the weak-spot, not the Power." Caleb growled.

"I didn't say anything about the Power, did I?" Chase cocked his head to one side and Caleb jumped as his back hit a wall. He was cornered. Chase to his front, a wall to his back and no clear path of escape. He was going to have to fight his way--

Black, white, gray be damned. The world was a strange shade of lust-driven violet as Chase's lips crashed over his own. Chase's tongue flickering over his lips brought to mind sparks of ochre need. He hadn't realized how desperately he was clawing at Chase until the older boy smirked and promised he wasn't going anywhere. The hungry growl that tinted Chase's words tinted Caleb's world a dark, hazy red. Chase's lips on his neck sent orange flares cutting through the cloud of red.

Caleb was so caught up in trying to catalouge how bright the world seemed, he didn't notice Chase had moved him until the bed at his back turned the situation to a warm mahogany that matched the syrupy, hungry need that was seeping through his veins.

Clothes were lost and the cold seeping under the partially open window brought on a pale blue chill that was pushed back by a crimson heat that was brought on by Chase's bare chest pressing against his own.

Caleb wasn't entirely aware of what Chase was doing, just aware that everything felt so damn good. He was caught up in technicolor pleasure and the feeling of Chase's name on his lips... Not even his eventual release was a blanket of white pleasure. It was an erruption of colors Caleb couldn't name or comprehend as the older teen's name fell in a jumble of half-coherent syllalbles.

He couldn't tell for sure when his life went from simple black and white to a near seizure-inducing shower of vivid pigmentation, but as he fell asleep in Chase's arms that felt faintly like burgundy, he decided that it didn't really matter.