Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:34:06 +0000
From: David Guzman <qt2004_423@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Covenant chp 11

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Chapter 11: Homecoming

*David*

When I finally woe up, I was at home. Surrounded by cousins and aunts, and
far off family. I felt safe and loved, and to be honest a bit suffocated by
the mounds of attention being given to me.

Mom and Dad had explained that I'd been out of it for a while...a week or
so, but my internal clock kept on niggling at me, as if there was more than
a week missing, as if I had lived a longer period of time away from these
faces, away from my home.

"Oh, its just because you were out cold most of the time, it'll all set
itself right once you hit your routine again" mom had told me when I had
raised my concerns with her, but her voice had belied something, like a
little secret that I shouldn't know.

Chris had been ever-present in my room since I could remember, always
hovering behind the onslaught of people, always shooing them out if I
seemed tired, or annoyed. Wyatt had become a fixture outside my door,
always asking me before letting anyone, even mom and dad, in.

Time flew by and we were ready to head off to school for the second time,
only this time, we would be driven to the airport, and the good-byes would
be at the gate, and something told me that now that dad had once again been
made an Elder of sorts, we would be watched as the plane made its flight
across the US.

"I spoke to the Provost at your new school. Four students will be picking
you guys up, they're all Wyatt's year, so be nice. Call as soon as you
land, and do remember how much we love you?" Mom had recited this like a
litany for the past 3 days, but it had a finality in the airport that gave
me pause, made Wyatt gulp loudly, and had tears at Chris' eyes.

"We will mom. Don't worry, I promise not to drive for a year. Yes we
checked in on the replica of the book, no it wasn't harmed, yes there are
now spells protecting the house, no we can't just orb on over, yes we're
sure, no you can't fake records for the sake of safety, and yes we will be
fine. I love you mom, and I'm sorry for all the craziness." I infused every
bit of good-natured humor I could into my voice, but it broke away as I
wound down, I hated good-byes almost as much as I hated asparagus.

"Are you sure? I mean 3 spells wouldn't do much harm...and it would be so
much safer"

"Piper, honey. The boys are right, they can't just show up, they have to be
seen coming into town through some normal means, and since you won't let
them in a car, this is the only other way" dad gently folded his arms
around mom as he spoke "now you boys go on, and behave, remember...I'll be
watching you."

He walked over and hugged us each in turn, then the aunts were there, then
the cousins, including the newest set: Matt, Cassie, and Lana, the new
Charmed Ones...one each from the other 3 strands of our much torn up
family, seemed the Children of the Charmed Ones deserved a reprieve after
all, we were just witches, no big impending destiny set upon us...not yet
at least, and these 3 would soon join us in Ipswich, San Francisco would
have a break as well.

We waved our last good-byes and headed towards the small waiting room where
our flight was boarding. As we sat in our assigned seats (Wyatt in the
aisle, Chris in the middle, and me by the window) a wave of pain washed
over me, blanketing my entire self, I cried silently as the pilot announced
we were ready for take off. We would have a lay over in Chicago, then we'd
be "home" in Ipswich, away from our family, left to fend for ourselves,
left to fight alone. It was too much, too soon.

I leaned on Chris' shoulder, noticing, he wrapped his arm around my
shoulder and held me as I cried, and finally slept.

*Caleb*

I had a déjà vu going like it was no one's business. I was driving along,
Rihanna and Ne-Yo were singing "Hate that I love You," Sasha Kenos'
"Lover's Hour" was dominating wlyr 92.7 fm. All that was needed was for Ty,
Reid, and Pogue to have stayed at home, and this would be a repeat from 2
months ago.

2 months had passed since id come back to, since I had gone missing and
re-appeared, and I was still sure I was looking for something, Ty was the
only one that seemed to understand my mood, but all he would say was "in
time Caleb, just give it a little more time" and walk away.

Pogue and Ty had come out to Reid and I. I was very happy that they had
found each other, they made each other happy, and Ty deserved it as much as
Pogue needed it. I had in turn told them about my own preference over
men. Reid had guffawed and breathed a "finally" then told us of his, as of
now, postponed move to Aruba, we had no say in the matter, and yet I
couldn't bear the thought of Reid not being here, of him far away, out of
reach.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I had asked once while we were making
our way to Pat's "I mean have you completely thought it through?"

"Look, Caleb. You, Ty, Pogue, you guys have this easy control over your
lives, you just kinda have things together y'know? I'm always struggling
along, just hoping to keep up with school, with social life, with dating. I
want a clean slate, I wanna start anew. I'm tired of this drab old town
anyway, I mean we barely ever have actual sunlight."

"If it's what you want, you know we'll back you up...I am sorry to see you
go though, you're like my brother Reid, always have been, that's why I've
always been a bit harsher on you than the others." I looked at Reid, but he
was avoiding my gaze, looking out the window.

"You should know that...you're my brother Caleb, I never thought of you as
just a friend, none of you. My parents are always off globetrotting to keep
my dad's mind busy, keep him from using, I'm an only kid, and I live in a
mansion with 13 rooms in every one of its four wings. You guys have always
felt more like family to me than anyone else. I wish there was a way for me
to stay, I really do but what is left here for me Caleb? I've dated all the
girls here, none of them have that special `it' people keep telling me
about, I'm not gay...believe me I've checked...don't ask...so what's left
for me here? I appreciate that you guys want me around, I get that us
splitting up has never even been considered, but what's here for ME, not
US, just ME?"

I had driven on that day, as Reid looked out of the window, I had prayed
and prayed that he would find someone before September 2, it was August 31,
and still there was no one Reid could, or would want.

I looked at him on the rearview mirror, I still couldn't grasp the concept
of him leaving Ipswich...it wasn't right, and something deep down told me
he wouldn't...something called to me and told me Reid was here for the long
haul, whether he wanted to or not.

"CALEB!!!" Ty's voice cut through my pondering, and I saw the truck headed
towards us, I pulled on the steering wheel and righted onto our lane, the
truck sped by honking at us.

"Jesus!!" Pogue's voice was a choking sound.  "DAMN IT!!!" Reid sounded
scared shitless "WHAT the HELL was THAT?" Ty's voice was incredulous.
"Shit, fuck, crap, hell, fucker!!!" I could hear the fear in my own voice
"sorry guys, kinda went blank there for a sec...everyone all right?"

"Yea, I'm good."  "Cool" "I'm alright, just keep your eyes on the road
please?"

I looked in the rearview, Reid looked ready to burst into laughter and so
did Pogue, next to me Ty was pressing his lips together. I could feel the
laughter building up inside myself.

"Ahem...so who's gonna laugh first?" my voice wavered on every word,
belying my own concealed laughter. It came then, an exultant boom that
filled the entire car, Pogue's laughter. Then abruptly we all joined in,
laughter shaking the rented van's glass.


The laughter died down slowly, save for the insuppressible giggle every now
and then. I took the exit for the airport and checked the dashboard clock,
it read 3:30...eerie. We were 30 minutes early for the Halliwell's plane to
arrive. I drove to the parking lot and found a spot on the roof, next to
the elevators. Ty had the folder with all the flight information, and the
pictures of the brothers, and their cousins inside, seemed three more
Halliwells would be joining Spenser Prep as the semester went on, except
the other three had all different last names, and their only relation was
cousins.

We boarded the elevator and hit the Mezzanine button, the cart made its
slow descent, and then we were at arriving flights. Flight 275, Chicago to
Ipswich had arrived earlier...2:00pm, how very coincidental. I pulled out
my phone and dialed the school's number. The phone rang once...twice...

"Spenser Preparatory School, this is Ms. Daniels speaking, how may I direct
your call?"

Eerie déjà vu all over the damned place. "Ms. Daniels...this is Caleb
Danvers, I was checking to see if there had been any changes as to the
plans for the Halliwell brothers arrival?"

"Well, let me check...hold please" The Blue Danube came on and I listened
intently, hoping that I would not be told something had happened, I would
just scream if it had "Mr. Danvers?"

"I'm here"

"Well the only change I see is that their plane departed earlier from
Chicago, but nothing major...anything else you would like me to help with?"

"No Ms. Daniels, that was all, thank you."

I looked at Ty and he nodded. They were here somewhere.

"I'll see if they're at the shops." Reid's voice came from behind me.

"I'll check the arrivals waiting room" Pogue's voice called as he jogged
away.

"I'll check baggage claim" Ty looked at me again "or would you rather we
stayed together?"

"I'm fine Ty. I'll check outside, maybe they're smoking or something in
that range." Ty turned and headed off down the hall, I turned and walked
out the doors, then realized I didn't know who I was supposed to be looking
for, Ty, Pogue and Reid had seen the pictures, but I hadn't.

I pulled my phone out and dialed Ty's number. It rang only once.

"Yo" "Ty, I don't remember what they look like...any specific features I
should look for?"  "Striking eyes, Wyatt, for Chris I guess, his hair
color, like a splotchy brown, hangs over his eyes, David...well he's more
of the type you'd be in awe of the second you see him...that's kinda all I
can do, unless you want me to go over and give you the pics?"  "It's fine,
I'll just ask people if they have those traits...c'ya"

I walked to my left and saw a flash of splotchy brown hair. I walked up to
the guy, he seemed in his early twenties, this couldn't be Chris. I turned
around and my eyes caught onto the most striking guy I had ever seen. His
brown hair was tinged with blonde, his creamy white skin sparkling against
his grey turtle neck sweater, his jeans hung from his hips, this was David
Halliwell, of that I could be 100% sure.

*David*

Chris and I were standing outside, smoking a cig, waiting for the guys from
Spencer Prep to show up. Wyatt was picking up our luggage, but being inside
an airport was not appealing to me in the least. Chris kept looking around,
searching for them, I simply relaxed, dragging on my cig, hoping to get my
nerves under control. Something kept niggling at my brain, like I should
remember something, like I had forgotten some important piece of
information.

I looked at Chris, he threw his cig into the container, I looked at my own,
the filter was going to burn in the next drag, so I pitched mine in as
well, I grabbed my laptop bag and wheeled around, intent on going inside,
although dreading the thought.

"It can't be..." Chris' voice was a whisper, barely audible, meant only for
him, a thought spoken aloud, his eyes were transfixed on something behind
me, I followed his gaze, and saw the most gorgeous guy I had ever come
across. His olive skin stood in contrast to his navy blue shirt, his jeans
had a casual comfort to them that was almost enviable, his dark eyes
smoldered, his lips were sensuously curved, his smile was a beacon in a
dark night, his close cropped hair seemed to simply exist in perfect
harmony with the world.

"Chris? David? My name's Caleb, Caleb Danvers. I'm from Spencer Prep..."
his voice was a constant pounding in my head, shrieking at me that I'd
heard it before, that I'd known it before.

"Nice to meet you Caleb, Im David Halliwell, and this is my older brother,
Chris." I held out my hand, and as he took it, the feel of his touch
clouded all other thought, it rang through me with an urgency I had never
felt before, and then Chris' hand was outstretched, reluctantly I let go,
and enviously watched as Caleb shook Chris' hand.

"Let's find Wyatt. Dave are you coming?" I looked around and noticed Chris
and Caleb were heading in, I rushed to them, still entranced by Caleb's
touch, and now his aroma.

"So how was your flight?" Caleb's voice was polite, and directed at no one
in particular, simply inquiring into our well being, no ulterior motives.

The conversation went between Chris and Caleb, it was relaxed and flowing,
but Chris' eyes told me he was uncomfortable, I didn't know why, but being
around Caleb seemed to have him on edge, I could see how much effort he was
putting into sounding off-hand. I pulled out my cell and dialed out mom's
cell number.

"Hey mom" I said as her voicemail clicked on "we're okay, the flight was
smooth, and the guys from Spencer showed up as promised...our flight outta
Chicago left early, so we were here before them. I bought you and dad
something I think you'll enjoy, I'll...FedEx it tomorrow. Call me when you
get this. Give my love to everyone. Ciao."

I'd been hoping mom would be my cop out, but she must've been busy. I
racked my brain and finally brought up Lana's number, her name is Marianna,
but she hates it, so we have to call her Lana.

"Lana Leon here. I'm sorry I can't answer your call, but c'est la
vie. Leave me your name, number and a short message and I'll..." I clicked
off, strange that Lana wouldn't get her phone either. Dread began to well
up in me in obnoxious amounts. I dialed out Phoebe's number.

"Phoebe Halliwell" her voice was a chirruping sound, almost weakening in
its reality. "Heelllooo?"

"Aunt Phoebs? It's Dave...do you know where mom is?"  "Of course hon, she's
right here with me...she came to visit. Is something wrong? You sound a bit
scared" I could hear shuffling through the phone, I heard an ow, then my
mom was on the line.  "David, it's your mother, is everything ok?"  "Mom
relax...I called your phone but got your machine, and when I tried Lana's
it was a machine too, I guess I just got a little spooked, we're all fine,
we're in Ipswich, we met up with the guys from Spencer...all of this is in
your machine. I'm glad everything's fine, I'll call you later `kay?"
"Okay. Hon, give my love to your brothers, and if you can all come home for
dinner, well it'd make this old woman happy."

"mom you promised not to lay any guilt trips on us remember? We'll be home
for dinner two weeks from now, unless something major happens. I'll call
you later. Kisses, love you."

I clicked out before she could start in on how we were just kids and blah,
blah, blah. I would have to refrain from calling her tonight and tomorrow
night, else she'd guilt me into guilting Chris and Wyatt to go over to San
Fran for dinner. I loved the Halliwell women, but one thing they had in
spades was the capacity to guilt their kids into action. I wanted to set my
feet here first though. I wanted to make the new Manor feel like home. I
was the homebody in our little trio, Chris was the single-minded, and goal
set, and Wyatt was the overprotective. Roles that seemed to come in with
our blood, always reflecting someone from the generation before
us. Halliwell kids were meant to be born in threes, that much was for sure.

I trailed along as Chris and Caleb spoke about the school, I couldn't
concentrate, if I did I would stare at Caleb, and no way was this guy A)
available or B) gay. I had a crush on him, I had a crush on a straight
man...this wasn't supposed to happen anymore, I was supposed to be over
this. Damn this was going to be hard.

*Caleb*

I couldn't help myself. I was crushing on David. Everyone of his movements,
everyone of his mannerisms caught my attention, I still felt his touch on
my hand, his scent still clung to my nostrils. Every time his voice echoed
from behind us my skin tingled all over. I wanted to hold a conversation
with him, but he seemed to be actually avoiding me. Maybe he was freaked
out...maybe he'd seen I was gay and was disgusted. I was crushing on a guy
who was straight, and younger than me...perfect. I feel like a perv
now. Shit why is it all so hard...yeesh!!

Chris had kept a flowing conversation going with me, very polite, and very
reserved, almost like he was trying his hardest to keep my attention on
him. That's when it hit me, could Chris have a crush on me? Could I be
crushing on the wrong brother? I looked at Chris, he was handsome. His eyes
had a startling light in them, his lips were a bit like David's, but they
didn't have that same allure. Who was I kidding, I could never fall for
Chris, not while David was around.

"So where are you guys living? Did you get into the dorms?" I swiveled my
body to face David more than Chris, David had his head down and he bumped
into me, the feel of his body against mine was breathtaking, I grabbed onto
his shoulders to steady him, he looked up, our eyes locked, and a shiver
ran down my spine, our faces were mere inches from each other, the
compulsion to kiss him was unbearable, I inched in, and noticed he did too,
then our lips met.

As I kissed him a flood of memories rushed forward. I did know him.

*Chris*

No, no, no, no, no!!! this is NOT supposed to be happening. How could this
happen? Caleb is supposed to be far away, not here, he's not supposed to be
the contact in Ipswich, he's not supposed to be in the airport picking us
up.

I needed to ask someone what would happen, I needed to know if this
affected my family in some weird way. I needed to know if David would
suffer any backlash, could this really be blamed on him? Could this be
shucked off to fate? Would there be ramifications because of the spell? My
head spun round and round with these questions as I spoke to Caleb, trying
to keep his eyes on me, trying to keep his attention off of Dave. If I
could keep them off of each other's radar long enough, maybe I could reach
Wyatt and he'd have an answer...THIS WAS SOOOO WRONG!!!!!!

"So where are you guys living? Did you get into the dorms?" I heard Caleb
ask, his body turning to face David. Then the world caved in.

David bumped into Caleb, I could suddenly feel their emotions coming
through the air in overpowering waves. Their desire was roiling, their
passion drowned me, their love rose inside me like a million pounds of
fireworks. I knew it right then and there, no matter what the cost, no
matter what the backlash, I would help them, I would shield them, and I
would battle for them.

Caleb inched forward, even as David did, when their lips met their combined
emotions threw me, I felt the swirl of recognition, the heightened sense of
passion, I felt my legs fail, then the floor was rushing up to meet me.

*Wyatt*

As I rounded the corner I saw Dave bump into a dark haired guy, Chris
swayed on his feet, then he was falling. I looked at Tyler and his
expression was utter shock, I ran to Chris' side, hoping to help him
somehow.

When I got to Chris' side, I recognized the guy. Caleb. Against all odds,
David had found Caleb, they had found each other, here of all places. They
had run into each other. How I did not know, but there he was. My whole
body shut down, I plopped onto the floor next to Chris, looking at Dave and
Caleb, the rapture on their faces, the hunger in their bodies. This was
true love, any which way you spun it, they were truly, truly in love. I
stared, knowing that the trials were coming. We'd be put through hell
because of this, but I wouldn't back down, I would do all I could for Dave,
no matter what.

*Tyler*

Holy crap...how did this come about? I thought for sure we would've been
able to put this off for a while, to keep them separate. This was meant to
be. It had to be. What were the chances? Why would Caleb find David, why
not Chris or Wyatt?

Chris was on the floor, Wyatt was sitting next to him, staring blankly at
Caleb and David. I was rooted to the spot. What did this mean? I pulled my
phone out and dialed Pogue.

"Babe?"  "Hey. Get to the main entrance...you'll never guess what is
happening" "I can see from here. Is that David...like THE David?"  "Believe
it or not...where are you?"  "Right behind you"

The line dropped and there was Pogue standing right behind me, his arms
wrapped around me.

"Wow...they look like they might eat each other...What's up with the other
two?"

"Dunno, Chris collapsed and I think Wyatt's just shocked...maybe he didn't
know his brother was gay or something...this is all soo much. Let's go see
if we can help"

We made our way over to Wyatt, he looked up as we approached, his look
wasn't shock, it was determination, he'd set himself a goal, and his look
told me that no matter what, or who stood in his way, he would reach it,
then I glanced his thoughts...so that's where Caleb had gone. There was
much to talk about.

*David*

The memories came back then, as my lips met his, as I breathed in his
aroma, as I pressed myself closer to his body. Alaxio...his promise...the
year that had been a week...the sights we'd seen...the fights we'd
had...the times we'd had sex...the time we'd made love, that one was more
vivid than the rest

****FLAHBACK****

(third POV)

Caleb and David walk in the hanging gardens of Babylon, they're laughing,
enjoying each other's company, simply being together. David kisses Caleb
then rushes off.

"Catch me if you can!!!" David shouts back, his glee eminent in his voice.

Caleb runs after him, playfully lunging at him, following him through
wildflowers, and trees, and bushes. Finally he catches up, he pulls on
David's arm and they topple over, rolling on the soft ground, each fighting
for the top spot, each wanting to be the winner, and yet both know that
there is nothing to lose, and much to gain.

(David)

As we come to a stop, Caleb is straddling me, his smile beaming at me, he's
all softness and carefulness, there's no aggression, no true strength. He
stares at me, both of us giggling uncontrollably, both of us out of
breath. His eyes are like traps for me, as they lock onto mine, I simply
fall into them, gathering speed with every second.

His face starts to come towards mine, and I ready myself for the familiar
onslaught of raw passion that is sure to devour me. Instead, when his lips
reach mine, it's a soft, endurable, unforgettable kiss...its not filled
with need, with flaming desire, but with a warm tenderness. Like a rose
petal drifting slowly down my skin, his hand traces the outside of my body,
gently caressing my sides, mapping out every inch of me. His lips remain
tender against mine, his hands gently brush against me, there's no hurried
urge, just a pleasant touching. His fingers deftly lift my shirt off, out
mouths part for one second, just enough for the shirt to slip over my head,
I orb his shirt off, and the sight is breath taking.

He leans into me again, the feel of our bodies pressed together sends
prickles of anticipation running over my skin. His lips depart from mine,
they move to my cheek, then my jawbone which he kisses gently before moving
onto my neck, there they make their way upwards, headed for my ear. He
kisses the back of my earlobe, then moves down to my neck, kissing every
inch, then to the hollow of my throat, where his tongue lashes out quickly,
my skin prickles with excitement, then he moves on, kissing my neck again,
kissing behind my other earlobe, then my jawbone, then cheek, then his lips
are on mine again, still filled with that tenderness that has never been
there before, the tenderness that replaces our white hot passion.

His lips part from mine again, and an involuntary shiver wracks my body, I
tremble under his gentle touch, my skin breaks out in goose bumps. He
kisses my chin, follows my neck to the hollow of my throat, then further
down, to the space between my pecs, then he kisses down my chest, to my
belly button, he blows on it and my hands tear at the soft grass around
us. He kisses lower still, closing in on the waistband of my jeans, I don't
notice when he undoes the buttons, or slips my jeans off, leaving me clad
only in underwear. He kisses the elastic, and the fabric intensifies the
sensation of it against my skin. As he kisses the fabric that's covering my
dick, I can't help but arch my back, and dig my fingers deeper into the
soil, its all I can do to stop myself from gripping his hair. I am lost in
ecstasy, completely consumed by the sensations, all rational thought is
left behind. I am his, now and always, I am his.

I could feel the warmth of his lips like a balm, soothing the hunger that
rose inside me, and once again I was tender and quiet, the consuming
passion dashed by the need to be loved, the need to experience this side of
Caleb. His hand roamed all over me, caressing me, recognizing me, exploring
me. I orbed his pants away, fair was fair, he wanted to touch all of me,
and I wanted all of him to touch me.

His lips began to ascend, never leaving the path he'd followed. When he
reached my lips, he softly pecked me, his gaze tore into me, it scorched
away the bad times, it seared clean and shut the wounds left behind by my
past relationships, it claimed me, and I surrendered, unwilling to stand
against him.

"There's something about you...it's like we're magnets, like no matter
where we are in this place, I can find you...I can sense where you are,
like a second sight...did you do this to me?"

I remembered then, the spell...I told him the truth "I cast a spell when I
was ten, a spell that would unite me with my true love when I was most
vulnerable. I guess in a sense, I did..."

"Good, then I have a reason for the irrationality of it all...and an excuse
to be with you, now and always" he pecked my lips again, then the kiss
became more urgent, and yet it still flowed with that oh so needed
tenderness.

His lips on mine were a drug, with every kiss I became more and more
addicted to it, and I didn't care how addicted I became, I would hold this
memory forever, no matter what. His hands began to massage my dick, slowly,
gently kneading it, stroking it. I could feel his hardness pressed against
my leg, throbbing, hot. The desire once again tore through me, but I pushed
it away, this wasn't raw and uninhibited, not for me, not this time. Caleb
was different too, this wasn't just sex, this meant much more, to both of
us. It was in his touch, in his softness, in his kisses, and most
importantly; in his eyes.

His lips were on mine, so soft and delectable, his tongue was warm and
delicious in my mouth, his scent filled my nostrils, his touch made me
drunk with desire. I was above the world, I was a god to his hands. Slowly
he pulled off my briefs, caressing my thighs as he did so, his lips
traveled up my inner thigh, fluttering over my skin, sending shivers out
like waves. Then he began to kiss my dick, fluttering around it, his lips
barely touching my skin, driving me wild.

Slowly his lips parted, and my head was in his mouth, the warmth of it made
me writhe, I wanted to tear something, I wanted to rip at him, a tree 20
yards away lifted off the ground, the roots pulled it back towards it
place, but my magic kept pushing it aloft. Caleb wrapped his lips further
down my dick, and a set of gardenias were suddenly surrounded by orbs, I
could feel the magic leave me, could feel the triggers in my powers, but I
could not stop them, I could not hold them back.

I felt the back of Caleb's throat and magic rushed out. The whole garden
was alit with orbs. Trees, bushes, flowers, anything and everything that
could be moved, flipped, levitated, or otherwise changed, was getting hit
with everything I had, small explosions kept making little holes around the
sprawling lawns, I averted my gaze from Caleb as much as I could, his eyes
had gained a sincerity and depth that pushed every one of my buttons at the
same time.

He hooked the back of my legs with his elbows, and slowly rose them to his
shoulders, then his lips traveled from my knees, up my inner thigh, his
lips light as a butterfly's wings. Then his lips were at my hole, kissing,
sucking, licking, probing. The sensation rose and fell within me, a million
pinpricks of desire and passion, of pleasure and lust ran through me, like
a stampede of wild horses, I grabbed his hair and arched my back, this
couldn't possibly get any better. A tree ten feet from us burst into a
million pieces, then froze in mid-air, I had completely lost all control of
my powers.

His tongue entered me, and I was proved wrong, it could get better,
dangerously so. I could not breathe, my lungs ached with desire, my throat
was parched, my lips dry, I needed to rest, I needed to stop. But the
desire and passion were greater, they lent my body oxygen, lent my throat
some moisture, made my lips soft. I pulled on Caleb's hair, dragging him
upwards. He complied easily, the ravenous look in his eyes was
marvelous. Our lips met.

****END FLASHBACK****

And here we were.  He HAD found me.  I HAD found him.  I couldn't believe
it, couldn't fathom it. This was strange. I needed Caleb so badly, I needed
to hold onto him and never let go. Destiny had brought us together, and no
matter what I would be with him, so long as he would have me, I would be
with him.

Our lips parted, just for a second, just so we could look into each other's
eyes. There was the look, that ravenous look that told me he wanted me. I
was his. ALWAYS, I had been his. Our breathing was ragged, my head spun,
and the noises filtered in. Wyatt was saying Chris' name over and over
again, a trio of male voices kept a litany of hushed arguments, and the
speaker of the airport announced flight after flight. I looked deep into
his eyes, the message was clear "we have time" I pushed away from him and
turned my head, there on the floor, not five feet from us, were Wyatt and
Chris. I snapped out of my ethereal mood, and ran to my brothers.

"Wyatt, what happened?" panic was clear in my voice, my eyes were wide and
my senses taught, that's when I felt the magic swirling around a trio of
guys, they kept looking at us, they were looking at us, then at Caleb. I
turned on them, not waiting for Wyatt's answer "Who are you?"

"I'm Tyler, this is my boyfriend, Pogue, and that blonde one is Reid. We're
Caleb's friends"

I looked at each of them in turn, Pogue was a brick house, Tyler was old
Hollywood, and Reid was punk-rock, meets rich-boy. They were handsome in
their own way, but in my eyes, none could match Caleb. I turned back to
Wyatt, my eyes spoke this time.

"He's fine, head rush is all. He couldn't take the emotions you and Caleb
were putting out, hell I'm not an empath and it was apparent to me, imagine
what Chris must've felt, you AND him wrapped in one, add in his own
emotions, and well..." he looked different. It wasn't the same old Wyatt I
loved, he was more open, more vulnerable. I heard the chimes, then felt
magic go tight. Something was happening.

They came in orbs and light, as they're bound to do, and I recognized them
before they even solidified before us, Elders.

"There's much to be explained" rang a female voice from under the cowl of
one of the robes "and not by you dear ones."

"Much as you would like that to be true, some of them do have a bit of
explaining that they might do" the voice was clearly male, strong and pure.

"Mercurian, Orphea. What are you doing here?" Wyatt's voice was taut, he
was measuring the situation, though for what, I did not know.

"Ah, the Twice Blessed Child. It is good to see you again young
one. However, the hostility in your eyes is not the reason we are here."

"Cut through the bullshit act Orphea...what's going on?"

"YOU WILL NOT speak to us in that manner young Halliwell, we've done
nothing to deserve such rage from you" Mercurian's voice roared through the
airport, the acoustic sound crashing through my skin.

"Peace Mercurian, we know of the reasons, and yet they do not, let it be
explained.  Young Halliwell, we come here not for the reasons you think, in
fact I believe you'll be greatly surprised by what we have to tell you, but
first we must tend to a softer matter." Orphea waved her hand and orbs
flew, and in the midst of it all, though my eyes saw it, I could not
believe it, Kira.

"KIRA!!!" the voice was startling, I was surprised to find out it had been
my voice which had shouted.

"Dave...you're BACK!!!!" she ran towards me and I towards her, though the
six feet between us would have been cover in a stride. I hugged her and she
hugged me, I cried, this was my best friend at one point, she had meant the
world to me, to Chris, to Wyatt, to all of us. Zankou had killed her,
twice. The first time she had vanished, aunt Phoebe always spoke of how
Zankou had shape shifted into her and gotten past Kira's defenses, killing
her I the attic. But somehow, she'd come back, years later. We never knew
why she came back, or how, only that she had, but with her Zankou had
returned as well, it had been four years of weird time twists, and time
passing in stasis, we somehow had grown and remained small, it was all
confusing, but Kira had been there, and in that last battle against Zankou,
she had given up her life to save mom and dad. Two times Zankou had killed
her, and it seemed two times she had come back.

"How?" it was all I could manage through the knot in my throat.

"We'll talk later"

"Kira, explain to the Halliwells why you are here, though not HERE alive,
but HERE with us." the order was clear, reveal why you're in this room, at
this time, but not how.

"Os, Osten, Ociel, I'm here as a white-lighter, not a friend. I'm here for
my charges." she turned to look at Tyler, Pogue and Reid. Until now I
hadn't even noticed that they were moving.

"Charges? What is going on Kira? Are these guys magical?" Wyatt's voice was
taut, he was being overtly careful, he was ready for something, but I still
could not fathom what that was.

"Yes Os, they are. These are four of the last surviving members of a Secret
Covenant created when the Salem witch trials begun here in Massachusetts. I
think Orphea and Mercurian will field the rest." she stepped towards Tyler
then, a friendly smile hanging on her rose-red lips.

"Thank You dear one. Now young ones, we shall say our peace, for much
remains to be explained, and time, though frozen, is not on our side.  The
Covenant of Silence was forged, unbeknownst to us, on February of 1692. Six
witch families joined their fates, and magic to create the Covenant of
Silence, of which, these young men are descendants; however John Putnam
tried to betray them to save his own life, and the others were forced in
turn to betray him, so the line of families was cut to five. But thanks to
the actions of his wife, Goody Putnam, one of the voices of the covenant
was silenced. And was never spoken of again.  That voice, was Melinda
Warren, your eight times great grandmother, the reason for the Halliwell's
powers. And not only did she prophesize the coming of the Charmed Ones, no
she also hid the Covenant from us with her dying breath. We had no idea
such a treaty existed, nor that because of that same treaty, the magic had
lost its original shape, and become corrosive, and even deadly to its
wielder. We are sorry that you have been hidden for so long, and our
mistake weighs heavy on our hearts. Kira will guide you as your new powers
develop, also we shall take upon ourselves whatever ill these corrupt
powers may have wrought on you, `tis the least we feel that we might do.
Now for the question burning so brightly in your mind Blessed Child. We
knew of David's spell, but we overlooked it, cast at such a tender age, we
did not think it would come to pass. It did, and we were surprised. Then
came the prophecies...of yourself, and of both your brothers, prophecies
that have been, and will be, kept secret so that destiny gets its way
without our interference. Needless to say, Destiny got its way did it not?
Had it not been for the crash, David and Caleb would've met under these
same circumstances, the spell did not affect that, nor did their time
inside of Alaxio, of which we must speak later, so no. David and Caleb will
not be punished, for it was meant to be, at least so far as meeting. Do not
seek to question us on the rest of your relationship, we shall give no
answer. The spell simply brought them together when David needed someone to
help him, but it did not bring them together, nor would it have done so
before you would have come to Ipswich. As for Chris" she waved her hand at
him, his eyes fluttered open "you and I must speak alone."

*Wyatt*

My heart was skipping beats, my mouth had gone dry, and my legs were
shaking. Why would Orphea want to speak to Chris alone? David had gotten
off, what had Chris done?

"I'll help you up." I held onto him then, I wanted to hold my brothers and
not let go, but that wasn't what we had to do right now, right now we had
to get things in order.

"Wyatt...why does Morpheus want to speak to Chris alone?" Dave's voice was
controlled, even. It meant the was panicking.

"I dunno Dave, but it'll be alright baby, I promise" I kissed his forehead
"I promise you both." I caught their eyes, the message was clear; I would
do anything to keep us all safe, and together.

"I'll see what it is they want." Chris rolled from under my arm,
immediately I felt younger, vulnerable. Chris and Dave were my world, if I
ever lost them, I didn't know that I could or would survive it. I looked at
Dave, it was obvious why Kira called him Ociel, his eyes reflected heaven,
he was a god among mortals.

"Wyatt...I'm scared shitless, for him, for me, for you. If they do ANYTHING
that might put him in any danger, I'll kill them. They won't hurt my
brother." His eyes were hard, and still they didn't lose that light that
marked him.

"Don't worry baby bro, they won't do anything, not if they know what's good
for them." I could see Chris and Orphea walking around, just out of
earshot.

*Chris*

"I understand, but I think you'll have a hard time selling this to my
brothers. They're just as hard-headed as the aunts, I think if it hadn't
been for dad's influence on me, I probably would be just as bad. I'll try
and convince them of it, but you have to remember Orphea: Without my
brothers, I do nothing, not for you, not for anyone. If they think this is
a bad idea, we'll just have to come up with something else."

"I am glad you see our side young one. I approached you because you seem to
be the glue that binds all of you so tightly, if anyone can convince your
siblings that this is necessary, it is you." the tone of her voice belied
her calm, they needed this, they wanted this badly. I was still unsure
whether or not Wyatt and David would agree. "There is another matter which
we must speak of young one. There is some question as to what we are to do
with another survivor of this Covenant, although Caleb et al believe he's
dead, or at least neutralized, he's lost his memory, but he's still very
much a part of all this, we need you to re-integrate him into the group. We
know we are asking a lot of you, but we have every confidence in your
capabilities, more than that, we're positive you'll achieve this." with
that she orbed off, I orbed to Wyatt's side and as I turned around, time
began again.

"What was that about?" David's voice was in complete control, it didn't
break, didn't quaver, had no discernable tone; he was panicking.

"It was nothing Dave, just some dumb white lighter stuff, I might be
getting my first charge soon...what a drag, anyway...can we just go home
now?"  I looked at Caleb and his friends, they were talking softly, at some
point a lanky blonde had joined them I figured it was Reid, given it was
the only name I didn't recognize.

"I'm orbing there, my head is on overload, if I have to sit through the
drive I might blow up something...literally. You guys take the drive, these
guys are in your classes more than in mine, I'll see you at Laura's Lane."
Dave burst into orbs, the message hidden in his words didn't go unnoticed;
I want to be alone.

"He shouldn't have done that, what if he was seen?" Wyatt looked up
vaguely, cameras. I sent out my senses and found the security room, with a
thought I joined Wyatt's power with my own and fried the last 2 hours on
the current discs, then I crossed my fingers and hoped nothing horrible had
happened within that time limit, I didn't worry about personal gain, the
Elders had established that since we were always cleaning up after
ourselves, anything that covered our tracks was OK.

Caleb came over and picked up my laptop bag "I guess we should be on our
way, where's David?"

*Caleb*

"He went on ahead, said he was really tired...but since we all have so much
to talk about, you guys need to come in anyway"

The words were heavy in my brain, before I knew what was happening I faded,
and was in front of the house at Laura's Lane. I stared at the door,
indecision taking over, I should've stayed, I should've given Dave the
space he needed, if he felt anything as confused as I did then he needed to
be alone for a short while.

"It's open babe" the voice was low, muffled, but so absolutely familiar
that it shook me to the core "c'mon in"

I gently pushed the door opened and stepped into the atrium. An oval table
with a marble top was in the center, a bouquet of Chrysanthemums was in the
middle with different colored candles surrounding it.

"Dave...I'm sorry, I dunno why...I should go" I turned to leave and a
stream of white-blue lights cascaded in front of me, David materialized out
of them, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me in close.

"Don't...please don't"

His lips brushed against my neck as he spoke, his hug was tight, my own
arms encircled his waist, I wanted to meld us into one being. I needed him
in my arms, he felt right there, it felt natural and beautiful, it felt so
completely right.

"As long as you want me, I'll be here. I promise."

"I want you always"

Our lips met, his hands entangled themselves in my hair, mine roamed his
back. The sweet taste of him filed my mouth, his scent filled my nostrils,
his being filled me and I was in heaven. I loved him then with all my
strength.

" im meleth ley sii' ar' im ilyamenie" the elvish spilled out before I even
knew I had spoken it.

"You speak the Old Tongue?" his face was filled with surprise and delight
"I can't believe you said that in the Old Tongue, I'll love you now and
always too." a tear slowly rolled down his cheek, glistening against his
reddened face "Caleb mela en' oira coia im vesta lle haba corm (Love of
eternal life, I promise you my heart). I swear."

We embraced each other, simply enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed
together. I could die right now, and my life would've been complete, at
that moment I knew we would be happy together.

We went into the living room and sat in the sofa, David lay his head in my
lap, I played with his hair and I could see he was tired. I maneuvered us
into a comfortable position and lay next to him, we spoke for a while, but
soon his breathing slowed, and I knew he'd fallen asleep.

I woke to the sound of the door being opened. My head was pounding, my back
was killing me, and yet I'd never felt so comfortable. David was still
sound asleep in m arms, we were still on the couch. I faded to the atrium.

"Hey guys...shhhhh, Dave's asleep in the living room" Wyatt looked at me
the nodded and turned to the outside, he whispered something, then light
flooded the dinning room and they all came in.

"Well I can't cook as well as Dave, but I can do it better than Wyatt, I'll
make some Mac and Cheese, anyone care to help?" Chris' voice was kept low,
but it was filled with an inviting quality that had not been there before.

"Chris there's no need...Pogue order a pizza, I want some fries...anyone
else want anything?" Ty's voice left no space for argument, Chris' face lit
up.

"even better, I'll have a Stromboli, ham and cheese, sweet peppers and
fried onion please"

"I'd like a burger if its not too much trouble, double meat double cheese,
bacon, lettuce, tomato, no onions and a bit of ketchup please"

Pogue looked nonplussed, his phone was at the ready in his right hand, he
hadn't blinked since Ty had asked him to call.

"I'll just have a milkshake, chocolate if we're ordering from Nicky's,
vanilla if it's from Streyn's"

"Babe are you sure all you want is fries?"

"ummm get me an order of chicken tenders as well...honey mustard on the
side"

"so...that's: a Stromboli, ham and cheese, sweet peppers and fried onions
for Chris, a burger, double meat, double cheese, bacon, lettuce, tomato, no
onions and a bit of ketchup for Wyatt, a milkshake, chocolate if we're
ordering from Nicky's, vanilla if it's from Streyn's for Caleb and an order
of chicken tenders, honey mustard on the side and an order of fries for
Ty...is that right?" Pogue dialed as he spoke, his manner easy and joking,
Wyatt's mouth was slightly open, Chris' face was amazed, Ty and I didn't
see why, but then if it was the first time you saw Pogue recite an entire
conversation from memory, I guess it might just be surprising.

"I'm kinda hungry too" the voice was still a welcome surprise, my every
fiber was glad to hear it "I want what Wyatt's having, no peppers or
onions, extra heavy on the cheese"

He made his way over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, I draped
mine over his shoulders, happy in the comfortable way we fit together, he
was mine again, for whatever it was worth.

"Ty, where's Reid?"

"He took the van back to the rental place, he kept muttering about how no
one would even notice he was gone. I think we should have a talk with him,
he's really felling down lately, he's not his usual self."

"When he gets here we'll talk to him."

Pogue gave in our order, then told us it'd be 20 minutes.

"Cancel it Pogue, I could have a better meal ready in ten, and my hands are
itching to cook."

Obediently Pogue called and cancelled, Dave slipped from me and began
walking towards the kitchen, Wyatt and Chris following behind. I looked at
Ty and Pogue, we all shrugged and followed the brothers to the kitchen.

The architect in me was awed, this kitchen had no right to fit into the
given space, how could all of this be in here?

"It's a spell, the whole house is a replica of the family home in SanFran"

"Dave what are you talking about?" Tyler sounded confused, hell even I was
a little confused, and I knew what was going on.

"Its kinda this bond we have, I think it's because of the time we spent in
Alaxio, it bonded us so that we are ever-present in each other's
minds...guess that explains the dreams I had before getting here." Dave
trailed off, but I heard him loud and clear <I'll tell you some other time,
pass me the knife behind you please> I grabbed the knife and faded it off
my hand to him. "Show-off, I could've just called it you know."

Tyler and Pogue were shocked, it was the first time they had seen me use
magic like this, but around David, it just happened, there were no
consequences, no thoughts, just actions.

"He...I mean all of you can do that now you know. The Elders may be a lot
of things, but even we have to admit they're not liars. If they say you
guys can do magic freely, then its true. We can do a stasis spell over the
house, time will pass differently, and you guys can practice and find out
what your true powers are" Wyatt's voice was so matter-of-fact that it left
little room for it to be questioned.

"None of that now, dinner's almost ready, I want a normal meal, no
discussion of magic, just how the days have been, things normal people
might discuss, though I'll allow some lee-way for Alaxio, since I imagine
y'all can barely keep the questions in."

"David's right, everyone's broadcasting their thoughts so loudly, I'm not
quite sure what mine really are" Ty looked around, trying to get his
bearings I would guess.

"Well, in this house, David cooks, so he commands the dining room and the
kitchen. Let's all try and reign in our thoughts so Ty can get some alone
time up there, Pogue would you please get the plates from the last cabinet
on the left? I'll get the silverware, Wyatt get the cups, Ty...if I may
call you that (Ty gave a nod of consent), could you get the napkins from
the third cabinet in the middle there, c'mon people, this dinner's
done...lil' bro, I love mac and cheese."

We all deployed, David kept moving, a small smile on his face as he darted
this way and that, stirring here and there, moving this and that, and
somehow I knew mac and cheese was only the beginning of what he could make,
this was just a quick little thing, I was pretty sure that given enough
time, Dave could make enough food to keep an army fed.

I grabbed the plates and walked to the dinning room, the doors swung shut
behind me. I placed the myriad of plates in the order which I knew they
would be used, it seemed a bit much for just mac and cheese, but I was
never one to contradict the host, if Chris, Wyatt and Dave wanted the table
set like this, there had to be a reason why.

As I set the last plate, my body jerked forward, I hit the side of the
table and fell to the floor, already darkness encroached me.

*David*

I was adding a pinch of marigold to the upside-down cake when it happened,
what it was I'm not quite sure, I just know that it happened. I turned
around and there was nothing but fire, fire everywhere, snaking its way
across counters and dishes, across the floor, towards the stove...OH
NO!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I flew backwards, my whole body slamming against the opposite side of the
kitchen, my last thought was orbing, then darkness came.

*Wyatt*

The cups were perfectly set, Caleb was doing a great job with the plates,
Chris and Tyler were having a conversation on how difficult it was to be
overpowered by the emotions and thoughts of others, and that's when it hit
me, when I knew. Under different circumstances those two would've easily
fallen in love, they had a deep understanding of each other, but Tyler
loved Pogue, that much was utterly clear, and Chris' sexuality was still a
complicated subject, as much for him as for the rest of us.

I was so caught up in my thoughts, so utterly lost in my own little world,
that I did not hear it, just felt it. My body launched itself forward, out
the side window, I felt the glass shards cut almost every part of me, felt
the thud of my head against the window's frame, then the cold
ground...darkness came, and my only thoughts were images...Chris, David,
mom, Dad, the Aunts, and my cousins, new and old. I yelled in my head for
help, but my vocal chords never got the signal...what was happening?

*Chris*

I was talking to Ty, just relishing having someone who could understand how
alien it felt to be invaded by someone else; to feel your SELF replaced by
someone else's SELF, to be enveloped in a string of strange and unknown
sentient thought and feeling that was not your own, and yet felt so
familiar. It was comforting to finally be able to talk about it without
having to explain every single facet of it, without the awkward pause as
you struggle for the right words to fill in the blank, to properly describe
it.

I felt the rush then. All the emotions hit me so fast that as much as my
brain struggled to process them individually it could not, they came in a
single wave, unrestrained and frantic; panic, pain, confusion, loss. I
looked towards the kitchen and saw nothing more than fire, consuming and
omnipresent. There were orbs, a thud, and the push, the kinetic force of it
sent me through the wall, onto the steps, my back cracked against them and
then the bliss of unconsciousness took the pain, and my thoughts.

*Tyler*

The thoughts were so jumbled, so very confused and erratic that it took me
too long to sort them out, to see beyond that first shell of shock, to
understand and process them. I was lost in them, consumed by them,
enveloped to a point I'd never before reached. They weren't mine, but they
felt so utterly right, that I could do no more than breathe.

In those breaths I tasted the smoke, and then I was flying, twirling
through the air like so much refuse. I had never felt so afraid in my life,
had never been so sure I would not survive it, never seen life like I saw
it then, a line on a chalkboard that could so easily be erased. I feared
death for the first time then, because I knew it had come to claim me. I
saw its dark hold over me, and the thoughts were silent.

*Pogue*

HOLY SHIT!!!! My last thought...would this really be the last thing I
thought as I died? This was fucking bullshit man!!! I mean how the fuck did
we all get here? This couldn't be it, it fucking well couldn't.

The blast was so strong I had had no time to ready myself, I was lifted off
my feet and slammed into the banister, then I'd rolled down the steps and
crashed into the landing's wall, wood splintered around me, and the tower
of the banister fell on me, crushing my legs, the pain did it. I was
knocked out.

*Reid*

Of course I had to be the one who took the van back, why not? After all
what else was a fuck-up like me good for? Shit, I was surprised lil' M
r. Ducati agreed to let me drive his baby home, a double edge sword
really. Yea I got to go all the fucking way to the rental place, but who
gives a shit when I could open up that lil' monster on the road? Hell if I
could drive that baby every day I might even stay here...nah not really,
Aruba was a much better option, sun, babes, drinks, and no school
YEEEOOOWWWWWW!!!!!

I was at the door, handle in hand, mindset in Aruba, at first I thought my
mind had been playing tricks on me, thought the heat I felt was some mental
thingy, but then the shit really hit me, that motherfucking blast knocked
me right off the steps, into the ground, headfirst, I saw a thing fly outta
one of the windows, that was the last I saw, the last thing I held onto.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Well darlings, so far the level of responses I have received tell me no
one's reading, I have chap 12 in the works, but it won't post if I don't
get some responses to this one. Now I'm not manipulating anyone, its
just...I have other projects I wanna do, but I hate dropping off a story
that has some followers. You guys GOTS to remember that if we, the authors,
don't get e-mails, we dunno that you guys r reading, and since it's the
only thing we get for these...its kinda important. Ne who that's enuff of
my bitchin.

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