-1Reid/Tyler - Leave Out All the Rest

Reid's eyes shot open as he sat up; he was breathless and his heart was racing; it was just a nightmare. Reid swallowed past the lump in his throat and looked around.

This wasn't his room and that wasn't Tyler next to him.

Shit.

His eyes shifted black as he Used to get all his clothes back on, then to transport himself to the dorms.

"Where were you?"

Tyler's voice behind him made Reid jump; he turned to face the younger boy, but he couldn't give him an answer. Tyler gave him a calculating look and sighed; he knew what had happened.

"You shouldn't be Using," he murmured as he got comfortable in bed.

"I know." Reid's voice was sore, hoarse, as if he couldn't speak at all.

"Goodnight."

--

The needle plunged into his arm and bled out its sweet medicine into his veins. Reid laughed as his mind fogged immediately; there wasn't any weight on his shoulders, no life-eating Power to worry about--he loved feeling so loose.

Somewhere in his mind, he remembered promising Tyler he would stop, that this wasn't serious, he wasn't addicted.

But Reid fell into addictions easily and when it felt this good, he just couldn't stop himself.

--

"You want to kill yourself, Reid, is that it?" Caleb yelled and pushed Reid back. "Is that what you're aiming for? Using so much you run yourself dry? Is that what you want?"

"You don't know anything, man, fuck off," Reid pushed Caleb away and started walking away.

"I'm done with you, Reid. I'm not stopping you anymore, I'm not bothering with you. You want to kill yourself, go ahead."

"Thank you."

Caleb grabbed the back of Reid's shirt and pulled him back, lowering his voice as he spoke into Reid's ear. "You're breaking Tyler's heart. I dare you to live with that."

--

The door slammed shut behind him as Reid entered the room; papers swirled everywhere and Tyler stirred from his sleep. He groggily looked over to Reid and made a sound of acknowledgement.

"What's going on?"

Reid let out a bitter laugh at that; what was going on? He couldn't get a fix anywhere, he had just Used all the energy out of himself, and now he was pissed--at himself, at the world, at the Power, at everything.

"Reid, what's wrong?" Tyler sat up a bit and rubbed his eyes. Reid smiled sweetly at the sight; innocent, little Tyler, perfect, much better than Reid could ever to be.

"Baby boy," Reid murmured in a low voice as he pushed Tyler down and climbed on top of him. "So fucking perfect, aren't you? Never fuck up, never Use, always the good boy," Reid chuckled and Tyler had to swallow back the fear that rose in his stomach.

"What's wrong, Reid?" Tyler asked again and looked up at Reid with wide eyes. "What's going on?"

Reid growled and pushed his lips onto Tyler's; the kiss was anything but a kiss, it was all teeth and biting and nothing like the kisses Tyler had ever shared with Reid. Reid pulled away and bit up to Tyler's ear, biting down on it before he whispered something.

"You'll never be as perfect as me."

--

Tonight had been too much; too much drugs done, too much alcohol intake, too much everything. Reid swore he wouldn't make it back to the dorms without passing out.

He was just about to fall and probably meet his death when Tyler appeared by his side, holding onto him, helping him. He dragged Reid to his car, then he Used to get up to the dorms.

"You shouldn't Use," Reid scolded in a drowsy, uneven voice. "Hypocrite."

"Go to sleep, Reid," Tyler murmured as he covered Reid with his comforter. If Reid had been more awake, he would have heard the sadness breaking Tyler's voice.

--

Reid hadn't been around for a couple of days; Tyler was worried but the other Sons seemed to have shrugged it off easily. They were sick and tired of Reid's games, of his carelessness; they would help him if he asked but they weren't going to baby-sit him for the rest of his life.

"I'll see you guys later," Tyler excused himself and left his two oldest brothers by the stairs.

When he stepped into his dorm room, he was surprised, but relieved, to find Reid crashed on his bed. He smiled to himself and moved Reid around to be more comfortable. As he was pulling the comforter over him, Reid's eyes blinked open.

"We need to talk," Tyler murmured softly but Reid just closed his eyes again.

He was down for the count.

--

Reid tossed and turned in his sleep; his breathing was ragged, his skin was covered in a cold sweat; he couldn't stay still.

"Reid," Tyler mumbled tiredly and pushed at his friend tiredly; he kept getting hit and squished by flying limbs.

Reid shot up and opened his eyes, panting to catch his breath; he looked around the room frantically and visibly relaxed when he found Tyler's tired eyes staring up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Reid laid back down and wrapped his arms around Tyler, pulling him closer and burying his head in Tyler's neck.

"Reid, what's going on?"

He wanted to answer, he did, but he couldn't seem to get his voice to work.

A comfortable silence fell upon the room; Tyler was running one of his hands up and down Reid's back while running the other one through Reid's hair. Reid tried to soak up all the soothing comfort Tyler was offering and, after a while, he finally managed to get his voice back.

He kissed Tyler's neck then lifted his head up to tell Tyler what was wrong in a broken whisper.

"I need help."