| CHAPTER FOUR, The Covenant Schism |

As soon as they had watched Pogue fall, infighting began within each of the four cars. The questions surrounding his well-being, about whether he was dead or not, and if they should go back for him quickly escalated into heated arguments about all three questions. But ultimately, the Covenant pushed forward. One life for the rest as it was seen. And surprisingly, the most reasonable of them all, was Pogue's father Randolph. By marriage into the Parry family, he managed to convince his wife—the only living female with Power—that they'd come back for him after everyone else had secured a new location, adding that it would be one that was safe for their girls.

In the Garwins' car, the fighting had ended the quickest when Randolph phoned in about the decision to push forward; coming from Pogue's father meant a lot. The Danvers' car hadn't been as easy, as both Kate and Caleb had opted to go back. Only by the counsel coming from Sarah, Evelyn Danvers, and Oppoulempus did Caleb finally calm down; Kate was never convinced, though. And in Tyler's car, Tyler had to talk Reid down from doing anything rash; Reid and Pogue had been reasonably close over the years, even though the Sons of Ipswich were clearly divided, Reid and Tyler (even before the start of their relationship a few months prior) and Caleb and Pogue.

When the convoy finally stopped again, minus the rest stop, they found themselves, after switching directions, near Trois-Rivières. They pulled into the motel in a small town outside the city sometime in the dark morning. The remaining two security professionals got out first, followed by the three Sons, and then everyone else. Elizabeth Garwin, the least suspicious looking of the group, walked around to the group and purchased rooms for everyone while the two professionals switched out the license plates on each of the four cars.

Reid entered their room first and as soon as he heard the door click behind him, and the bags in Tyler's hands hit the floor, Tyler was upon him. Reid had been forced onto the bed face-first and immediately Tyler had clambered on top of him. The brunette's teeth and wet lips latched onto Reid's bridge between his neck and shoulder. It was rough and Reid only moaned as Tyler's hands began to force themselves under the front of Reid's clothing, one up under his shirt and the other down the front of his jeans and into his boxers.

"Ty…Tyler…" Reid moaned, trapped by the feral needs of the boy on top of him. And then Tyler was moving further up. His mouth on Reid's left ear, lightly pulling on the crescent earring embedded into the lobe. In the process, Reid's shirt bunched further up his torso, the taut crease raking over his nipples as it neared the base of his neck.

"Need you, Reid," Tyler heavily panted into the blonde's ear. And Reid could only nod. And Tyler was moving again, pulling down the back of Reid's unbuttoned jeans and boxers before unbuttoning and unzipping the front of his own. In a few slight movements of clothing and minor shifting, Tyler pushed into the blonde beneath him, his cock slickened only by the sweat and the single saliva tug of Tyler's palm.

"Shit," Reid gasped harshly as Tyler just sank down. Tyler wasted no time, wrapping his arms under Reid's before only just thrusting back and forth. His mouth and teeth now on Reid's left shoulder. His knees providing just enough leverage to move inside his lover beneath him.

Neither of them lasted more than a few minutes. The passion had been too hot. The need too desperate. The moment too right-then-and-there. Tyler came first, not pausing his thrusts or pulling out, coming deep inside Reid. And then Reid was joining him, Tyler's bite becoming too unbearably hard and sensational to stave off. He came hard inside his boxers, Tyler fucking him through it.

When Tyler finally released Reid's flesh his entire body slumped atop Reid's. "What…the fuck…brought…that on?" Reid managed through heavier breaths.

"I just…needed you."

"Need me…more often…alright?" he managed with a smirk.

Tyler only nodded.

— | T R M | —

Reid woke up first this time, abnormal for him as he was the night-owl, Tyler being the early riser. He quickly hopped in the shower, noting the harsher stream of water run down his lean-build and sculpted form, a form which Tyler never let up on commenting about (in a positive way). He ran the water through his hair, his eyes closed, his head fallen back. And then he heard it. The arguing in the room outside. Tyler was one participant. The other he guessed at and only seconds later his theory was confirmed. Richard Simms. Tyler's father. He shook his head to himself, finished up, and wrapped a towel around his waist, still dripping wet.

"Am I interrupting something?" he said, a devious smile on his face as he leaned against the wall that contained the bathroom within, his eyes hooked onto the angry look on Mr. Simms' face.

"This doesn't concern you, Reid," he annunciated with disdain.

"It's alright, Reid. He was just leaving. For a while in fact."

"Take care of your mother, Tyler." And then Richard Simms was gone.

"What the hell was that?" Reid said as soon as the door clicked.

"They're going after Pogue. Mr. Parry's got a friend inside Homeland Security. He called in a favor and they're gonna' pull some heist to get Pogue back…if he's even alive."

"So they're gonna' do something illegal without even knowing if Pogue's alive?" Tyler nodded. "Am I a mastermind in my sleep or something?"

Tyler rolled his eyes. "That Pinette guy..."

"The DCU guy that was on the phone before?"

Tyler nodded again. "Apparently, he's the son of the Director of the DCU. The favor they pulled was his home address and full bio.' Dad, Mr. Parry, your uncle, and Freddie are all going after him. Hard."

"Try 'n bargain for Pogue I'm guessing?"

Tyler nodded. "That's the plan."

"So what were you arguing about?"

"I want to go. Caleb does, too. And I assume you do as well." This time Reid nodded. "They're sending us north, instead. Like we're kids."

"Well you kinda' are," Reid jabbed, Tyler frowning. "Poor Baby-Boy's yet to ascend," Reid pushed the joke further, Tyler scowling before wrestling with Reid. Reid landed on his back, the towel now loose. Tyler was on top of him again and his lips attached to the blonde's. With no intention of getting far, although Tyler's shirt had made its way to the floor, they were interrupted five minutes in. It was Caleb. Of course.

"Reid. Tyler. We're leaving in five."

Tyler hopped up and helped Reid to his feet, the latter's semi-erection slapping against Tyler's jeans. Reid kissed him hard and made to return to the bathroom, Tyler slapping his ass in the process.

— | T R M | —

"Where. The fuck. Are we?" Reid slowly annunciated as they finally rolled up into a small village in Quebec.

"I dunno…I didn't see the sign back there," Tyler replied as he slowly followed the two cars in front of his jeep.

"There was a sign?" Tyler only shrugged.

After a few minutes of slowly rolling down a few barely-lit roads, the lead car, the Garwins,' pulled over and the latter two followed suit. "Where the fuck are we?" Reid said again, a little more anxiously.

"Keep your voice down," Caleb snapped, noting the post-midnight time.

"Where the fuck are we?" Reid whispered, yet holding the same tone as before.

"Salluit," Patrick Oppoulempus answered.

"Come again?"

"It's an Inuit village," Oppoulempus answered more specifically. "Somewhere a little more concealed for us." The adults were standing on a curb only yards away from a large white warehouse-looking building; the twin Parry daughters were fast asleep in the back of the car.

"I can see why," Reid replied, taking a look around. "This is a total shit hole."

"You would know," Tyler muttered into his hand that rested against his lips, allowing only Reid to hear. The blonde only glared back at the boy behind him.

"Please tell me we're not staying here for very long," Reid said, looking from Oppoulempus, to Linette Parry, to his aunt.

"Honestly, Mr. Garwin," Oppoulempus began, "there really is no plan. However, from the perspective of trying to hide from the authorities, this will do well for the time being."

"Agreed," Linette Parry said, looking at Reid with face that told him to pipe down.

"Can I just ask one more question?" Reid said, looking at the matriarch. Linette looked at him with another look, one that said can we really stop you? "Where're we gonna' sleep?"

"In the cars," Oppoulempus said matter-of-factly.

— | T R M | —

Two hours in Reid still hadn't been able to fall asleep. He was as comfortable as comfortable could be given the circumstance. They were in Canada so it was naturally cold. But it was late Spring almost Summer so that helped. And even if the car did get really cold, which it got pretty cold, he had Tyler's back against his chest and his arms wrapped around the brunette's waist. And Tyler's fingers were interlaced with his own, their arms snuggled against Tyler's chest.

Tyler mumbled something lightly in his sleep, probably in response to a dream conversation. Reid rolled his eyes, frustrated that Tyler had fallen asleep so quickly and he couldn't. But it was for the best he thought, because he was awake to see the flashlight shine inside the back of their jeep, right onto the back of their heads. And then another one. And another one.

Reid sat up quickly, startling Tyler but not waking him. Reid looked out of the window to see three men standing outside of his car and, with a glance, noticed that the same was with the other two cars. "Tyler, wake up," he commanded rather loudly and worriedly. Tyler, who'd been forced into a half-sleep when Reid rose, got up somewhat slowly.

"What Reid?" he mumbled groggily.

"There's people outside the car. With guns."

Author's Note: I know Salluit, Quebec is not actually accessible by road. At least that's what I've read. Just assume they did some awesome off-roading with or without the use of their Power. :)