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While I know Tyler would be a good choice for Bonnie, I decided to go for Caleb. I am considering doing a fic set after season 8 with the Covenant again. I might do it then. But for now, please enjoy this piece.

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Chapter One

The shrill ringing of a cell phone cut through the silence. It was followed by the sound of buzzing as the device moved along the wooden nightstand. Maybe if he ignored it, whoever was calling would go away. He didn't want to wake up and he definitely did not want to deal with anything that wasn't the comfort of his bed. After a few minutes, the buzzing died off and he sighed, moving to settle back down into the warmth of his covers when the buzzing began again.

This time though, they came in short bursts. He groaned aloud. Who the hell was texting him at some ungodly hour? His hand moved to reach for the cell phone, moving over Sarah's slumbering form. He honestly wasn't sure how she was able to sleep through it all. But he wasn't going to be angry, Sarah was so cute when she slept.

He stole a glance at his girlfriend as he moved to sit up, phone in hand, and checked it. It was a message from Tyler. He frowned at that. Tyler knew not to call or text him until after his classes were done. He was the only one left to graduate and the three older boys wanted him to focus on his studies. He opened the message and let his eyes read the messages.

Call me, plz.

Important.

ASAP.

He also noticed that Tyler had sent him a voicemail too. He stole a glance at Sarah and reached for the pair of pants he had thrown to the ground hours before. After shucking them on, he headed for the bathroom and closed the door. He quickly called the number back.

Tyler picked up on the first ring. "Caleb—"

"Tyler, it's four in the morning. What the hell is this about?" He asked, getting straight to the point. "You've got class in a few hours."

"Caleb, with all due respect, screw my classes."

He frowned at that. Tyler wasn't one to degrade the school system. Something must have happened, he realized, something big. He sighed, ran a hand over his face, and tried again. "What happened?"

"Aunt Shelia," Tyler said, his voice cracking. He took a breath before continuing. "I just got off a five-hour phone call with Bonnie."

He frowned. He hadn't heard anything from Bonnie Bennett in four years. He knew Tyler and Reid still kept in touch, and Pogue would call her up on her birthday or holidays and during Yule or Samhain. But Caleb? The last conversation he ever had with Bonnie had been letting her down when she was twelve. Their relationship was complicated, and he didn't want to even think about that.

It wasn't that Bonnie was a bad kid, quite the opposite. Bonnie had been an absolute sweetheart. The kid trailed behind the boys every year until she was thirteen. That summer, the last summer he had ever seen her, she had stuck to being with Tyler and by association, Reid. He had been hurt that she rarely gave him so much as a glance.

"What happened to them?" He asked.

"Bon was crying," Tyler murmured. His voice far off as he recalled what happened. Okay, Caleb thought, what else?

"Bon was crying and I couldn't be there for her," Tyler continued and he felt the sizzle of power. Something burst in the background and he heard Reid's voice.

"What the fuck, Tyler?"

Tyler using his power meant that this was bad. "Tyler, what happened?" he pressed. It felt like forever before Tyler answered. His voice was still cracked, but he finally let Caleb know just what was happening.

"Aunt Shelia died last night,"

Evelyn had called the boys over a day later. They were given instructions to not bring any of their girlfriends because this was a coven meeting. Sarah and Kate were not a part of the coven and no word from either Pogue or Caleb was going to change their parents' minds. When the boys came into the manor, they were all shocked to find their parents there.

Beatrice Perry was the first to greet them. She wrapped her arms around each of them, smooched a kiss to each cheek, and then moved back. Her eyes were wet with tears, and she offered a soft smile to Caleb. Almost like she was offering him a heartfelt apology.

After the greetings were done, Evelyn cleared her throat. She had passed out glasses to everyone, each filled with an aged whiskey. She also kept a close eye on Tyler as she handed it off to him.

"This is only for today," she emphasized. He nodded to her; the message received. She turned back to the others once all the glasses were filled and she raised her glass. "To Shelia,"

"To Shelia," they all chorused.

Caleb took a sip of his drink, mulling over the hints of smoked cedar and some kind of nutty after taste. It wasn't bad and he could consider giving the whiskey a shot in a few more years. No sooner and no later, he added as an afterthought. He couldn't be like his mother. He loved Evelyn, but her drinking habits weren't really a secret.

He could do without the burn in his stomach though.

A silence fell over them. He could practically hear Reid getting anxious behind him. Tyler had been eerily quiet, and it had been throwing Caleb off. He'd had to talk Tyler down from climbing into his car and driving all the way to Virginia in the middle of the night. Whether it for Tyler's own good or his old bout of jealousy at the thought of him comforting Bonnie, Caleb would always say it was the former.

He'd deny it until his dying breath.

It was Pogue who broke the silence. "How?"

How what? How did it happen? How was Bonnie? How was this going to affect the relations their coven had with the Bennett line? The questions were endless.

Caleb had no idea which one he was more concerned for: how did Shelia, who was powerhouse, croak? How was Bonnie handling things? There was also the lingering question of if Abby knew or even Josephine. The older woman had fallen out with her sister decades ago, and the idea of her not knowing her kin had passed on was haunting. Caleb had been told of his father's death, his sacrifice to help him survive at the hands of Chase Collins.

He took another sip of his drink. This was a mess.

Evelyn answered the question. "Magical exhaustion," she explained, her eyes were sad. Shelia had been a dear friend, and this was hard for her. Losing a husband only a year earlier and now a family friend.

Reid cursed behind him, though they all heard a sound of something colliding with something hard. Caleb glanced behind him. Reid had grabbed Tyler by his shoulder as the younger was heading for the door. Or he would have if Reid hadn't used his powers to give him an extra boost.

Pogue exhaled. "And Bonnie?"

"She's hurting," Evelyn told him. They all ignored Tyler under his breath.

"No shit,"

"Are we going to be there for her?" Caleb asked.

Evelyn sighed. "Not all of us," she told him. The four young men stared at their matriarch. "Caleb and I will be going to the funeral."

"That's fucking bullshit!" Tyler exclaimed.

"Tyler!" Rosalind and Glenn, his parents, exclaimed in alarm.

"Why Caleb?" Reid asked, his voice just a biting. Bonnie was a sister to him and Tyler. They had been the ones to hold her when Caleb shot her down. She was also the reason Reid never really warmed up to Sarah. Though she was hot, sure. But she wasn't his little Bonnibee.

Bonnie's feelings always came first.

Evelyn sighed. The day was going to come where she liked it or not. She had even promised Shelia she wouldn't say a word unless something had happened. She downed her drink.

"Caleb's the oldest," Pogue answered. Caleb backed him up with a nod, however, none of the parents seemed to think so.

"Caleb," Evelyn called for him. He turned to her and noticed she had set her glass down. "Do you..." she paused and took a deep breath before steeling her nerves. "Do you remember the first time you met Bonnie?"

He frowned and thought of the shy little girl who had been hiding behind her grandmother. She was tiny, and that hadn't changed much since they grew up. Or he assumed at least, the last he saw Bonnie she was going through puberty. He remembered her being all limbs and kinky curls or afro puffs. But also thought of her at six years old, big green eyes staring at him and then beaming a megawatt smile at the mention of a rose garden.

"Of course I do,"

"Do you remember how you felt?" his mother pressed.

He tried to recall how he felt. Curious about her. A bit hurt she warmed up to Tyler. If he was being honest, his jealousy started the moment Bonnie grabbed Tyler's hand and tried to run out into the rose garden. That was also the only time he ever used his magic on the youngest. Reid always got his ire after that.

But Tyler? Tyler was always viewed with envy.

He got Bonnie to smile. He got Bonnie to open up.

It was always Reid and Tyler who had Bonnie tagging behind them. The three of them always played pranks, and only the boys got Caleb's scolding. Bonnie, something always told him not be too angry with her. She was still young; she was still learning.

But what did that have to do with any of this?

"Caleb,"

He looked up at his mother. He hasn't realized he was spacing. "I felt angry that Tyler got her to come out of her shell,"

"And when you held her hand?"

His palms itched, remembering the flush of magic he had felt. "Like," he wasn't sure why he was choking on the words, they seemed to still in his throat. "She...she felt like she was family."

Evelyn nodded. "Like she was already a part of the coven?"

The four boys nodded, but it was Caleb who vocalized it. "But why?"

"Your magic connected with hers," she explained. "It linked, didn't it?"

He shrugged. "I guess,"

Evelyn shook her head. "No guesses about it, Caleb. I felt it. It's why I put you under that sleep spell," she held up her hand when her son tried to speak. "You were going to attack Tyler if I didn't. Your magic was doing what it needed to protect its equal."

"Equal?" Pogue frowned. He knew Bonnie was magically, but they had never seen her do any magic. They figured she was just going to be magically sensitive. How was she Caleb's equal?

"Yes," Evelyn replied, speaking slowly. It was a tone she used on them when they were preteens.

"Okay, but what does that have to with—"

"Reid I am trying to explain," Evelyn snapped. She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Bonnie and Caleb are, for lack of better words, betrothed to each other."

The four stared at her and then slowly glanced at each of their parents. They were waiting for them to say it was a joke, nothing but a prank. Caleb had never even read about any of that in the Book of the Damned. They knew about joining their magic together, knew the sacrifices their elders would make to enhance their magic. They even knew how long they could live if they didn't get addicted to the powers.

Never had they heard anything about betrothal or marrying other witches. Well, they could. But bringing someone into the coven took years.

Caleb cursed.

They had been doing it for years. Bonnie was always seen as a sister to the other boys. He always felt she wasn't bad to have around. He recalled the day she told she had a crush on him.

A flustered, stammering twelve-year-old, Bonnie had asked to talk to him away from the rest of the Sons. He had followed her past the view of his mother and Shelia watching in the window and towards the rose gardens. He had waited until she turned to look at him.

He could see it before she said anything. The way she couldn't meet his eyes, the way her palms rubbed against her pastel pink shorts. She had been so small, her hair up in a puff of curls and her cheeks warmed. After wearing at her bottom lip with her teeth, she finally got the words out.

"I like you," she said, though it was softly carried by the summer breeze.

There they were: her twelve years old and him close to turning sixteen that upcoming September. She was airing out her feelings and he was hearing them, but he wasn't going to return them. He didn't feel the same way. (Which was a lie, he knew he liked her too. But he didn't want to hurt her, and he definitely didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of her.)

"I like you too," he told her. He watched a smile break out on her lips and it hurt that he was going to have to break her heart. "You're like a bratty little sister."

He watched, just as quickly as her smile bloomed, it also died on her lips. The light in her eyes also died and she looked so hurt. He was always going to remember how it hurt her to hear those words.

"I like you, Bon, but like a sister."

He turned and left her in the rose garden, because he didn't get away, he was going to take it back. He was going to gather her up in his arms and he was going to tell he felt something towards her, and he wanted to act on it. And that had scared him, he was sixteen years old and he had never felt like this for any girl.

Hell, even now at twenty years old, he wasn't even sure he felt that strongly for Sarah and they had been dating for two years now. They had handled Chase together; that was enough to prove how strong their love was, right?

Apparently not, according to the sudden singe of magic that burned in his core. Bonnie meant more to him than he realized.

He just wasn't sure how much.