DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE COVENANT'S FORMER CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN CAMERON DANVERS.

"What?" Reid looked at me like I was crazy.

"Reid I just had a vision. And I saw everything you saw last night at the party from right before I got lost to when Caleb came after you. I heard everything you thought." I prayed he would believe me.

"Bull shit."

Of course he wouldn't believe me.

"It's not bull shit! I saw all of it!" I started falling back, forgetting for a moment I still had a hangover.

"Really?" He cocked an eyebrow and smirked at me.

"SHIT!" I yelled and buried my face in my hands.

"What?" He asked, amused.

"I can't believe I smoked last night." He looked at me curiously.

"So you're starting to remember some of last night. Big deal. People do that." He seemed determined to make me feel stupid.

"UGH!" I didn't want to go for a low blow but I guess I had to at this point. "So, you had to ask your fuck buddy where I was, after she left me, because you lost me." This struck a nerve. He looked at me in a way that was almost like he was offended. "And you found it hard to get me off you when I came onto you because you thought I was magnificent. And you wanted me, but not like that." I quoted his exact thoughts. "Reid, I'm telling the truth. I saw and heard everything." It took a second for his facial expression to change. I assumed he was letting all this information digest for a moment. Then it got crazy.

"Well how the fuck did you do that?!" He exploded. I jumped when he yelled.

"I… I don't know…"

"What were you thinking before you had you're… vision thing?" He said frantically.

"Well I wanted to know what happened last night really badly. And I fell. And then I touched your face and…"

"Quick Cam. Think of something you want to know about. Now."

"What do you…?"

"A question that my memories could answer." It finally clicked that he was trying to make it happen again. I thought really hard for a second, and finally decided that I wanted to know what ever happened to that kid from 7th grade. Cole.

"Okay. I have a question." He looked at me thoughtfully.

"Okay. Touch me." I giggled, but stopped when he gave me another serious look. I touched his face and nothing happened.

"Come on, Cam." He sighed, shaking his head. "You have to want to know more than that. You have to need to know, just as much as you needed to know what happened last night. If there was any way this actually happened, it had to be with you wanting it more than anything." I thought for a second, prepping myself for it. I had to know. He could be dead because of me. They could have killed his family and it would have been my fault. I have to know. I need to know. Right before a tear fell, because of imagining how bad I would feel if someone had died, I touched his cheek.

"So, Cole. You think its fun to fuck with younger girls?" Caleb was nose to nose with him.

"And what if I do?" Cole's eyes narrowed and he smirked. Tyler and Pogue were behind him, ready to strike. I was beside Caleb, trying not to. This guy obviously doesn't know who we are. Idiot. I mean, I can be a screw up sometimes. This guy is just sick. Forcing girls to get with him. Innocent, sweet beautiful girls like Cami. I felt my fists tighten.

"Sick bastard." Pogue came up behind him and twisted one of his arms behind his back. He yelped, having been surprised, and fell to the ground. "I should break your arm right now. Teach you to mess with girls like that."

"What's it to you anyways? Who are you?" He grunted, his face now pressed against the cement. It was late, and the only thing preventing it from being pitch black was the flickering street light at the end of the basketball court we found him on.

"You ever heard of the Sons of Ipswich?" Tyler asked before resting his foot on the side of Cole's face.

"No. What the hell, are you like a gang or something? What do you want?" He didn't seem as frantic as I thought he should be. I crouched down beside him.

"We're what you could call a gang if you wanted to." I was inches away from him. "You know Cameron Danvers?" I asked.

He couldn't hide his disgusting smirk. Bad move.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed his face against the cement a little more.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing!" He was having a hard time getting words out with half of his mouth covered by the dirty ground. "I don't know who you're talking about."

"Allow me to refresh your memory." I smiled, before getting in his face and screaming at him. "Cameron Danvers! Small girl, 7th grade, brown hair, blue eyes, you cornered her in a fucking bathroom!"

He said nothing.

"Fine, then." I pulled him up by his neck and landed a strong punch to the stomach.

He fell over, out of breath. I just then noticed that my teeth were gritted and my eyes were black. I shook off the feeling just enough to get my eyes to turn back to their original color. We had agreed that this business would be handled completely on manual. No magic used.

I stood by while Pogue and Tyler did their business with him. He had a black eye and bloody nose by the time Caleb got to him. He never had a chance. He was knocked out cold. I looked over him, wishing I could have done more. We figured he would never touch her again if he knew what was good for him.

We found out the next week that he had transferred schools.

I came back to consciousness.

"Wow." I blinked once.

"What? What did you find out?" Reid looked kind of nervous, most likely because he hadn't thought the whole idea through that nothing in his head was safe.

"You remember that kid, Cole?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"I wanted to know what happened to him." I shrugged. Reid laughed.

"You could have found out ANYTHING in my head and you chose that? I'm almost insulted." He gave me that smile.

"So, how can I do this?" I asked. "I thought only the sons had powers."

"I thought so, too." He said.

"We can ask Caleb or Tyler later." I said.

"Yeah. First, I should get you inside." He put one arm under my knees and the other around my back and carried me bridal style back into the house. "Cam, never drink again." He laughed. I nodded warily, burying my face in his shoulder.

"I promise."

He walked me past the kitchen where Pogue and Kate were talking in hushed tones at the table. He walked me up the stairs to my room. Then, he laid me on my bed.

"Cam?"

"Yeah?" I asked, sitting up against the wall that the side of my bed was up against.

"Did you just smoke last night because you were drunk, or have you been smoking?" He asked. I sighed and thought I might as well tell him the truth.

"I'm trying to quit." I looked at him with the complete 'I'm sorry I'm so stupid' look on my face. He groaned.

"Why did you start?" He asked, sitting at the end of my bed.

"I was stressed." I shrugged. "I wasn't really thinking. And I hate myself for it."

"What was going on with you anyways? I mean, what stressed you out? You never wrote."

"School was tough and I got into bad situations with boys when I didn't have you guys there to scare them away." I laughed.

"You got hurt?" He looked at me with concern, scooting back and leaning his head against the wall, too, facing me.

"You could say that, yeah." I smiled sadly. "I'm so stupid, Reid. I've always been stupid."

"You're not stupid, Cam. You're just… You have your moments." We laughed.

I looked up at him, and for a split second, we were looking into each other's eyes. I looked away nervously.

"You want to know a secret, Cami?"

"What?"

"You know all the times I've yelled at you or acted mad at you?"

"Yes…"

He looked into my eyes again.

"I don't think I can recall one time that I was ACTUALLY mad at you."

"Huh?"

"It's either been me being jealous or me being hurt or stressed… I just go crazy. And it's not good, but after all these years of us fighting, it comes down to the fact that…" He paused.

"The fact that what?"

"Cami, you're perfect." I smiled and looked at my hands. "I wish I was."

I looked up at him quickly. "You're fine the way you are, Reid."

"No, I'm not. I accuse you of stupid shit and yell at you, and… it's stupid."

"Hmm… Then I have an idea."

"What?"

"To make up for all the times you've yelled at me or gotten mad or accused me of something I didn't do, you can take me out on a date tonight." I smiled at him. He looked up at me and grinned.

"You really want to let me do that, Danvers?" He said daringly.

"Absolutely."

"Wait…" He paused. "Caleb's still pissed off at me from last night. There's no way…"

"I'll talk to him." I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'll see you at 7, and if something goes wrong with Caleb, I'll call you, alright?"

"Sure." He smiled. "Good luck." Before he kissed my forehead and walked out of my room.

SO I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE THE LAST UPDATE BUT… WHAT DO YOU THINK??:)