Author: Stranded PM
Someone enters their lives but are they friend or foe...what is their connection to the Sons of Ipswich and why are they so familiar?Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Fantasy - Chapters: 14 - Words: 23,286 - Reviews: 156 - Favs: 59 - Follows: 82 - Updated: 09-03-07 - Published: 09-19-06 - id: 3161554
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Title: Breaking Free
Pairings: C/S, P/K, OC/R/T? (Haven't decided)
Rating: language, violence, etc.
Summary: Someone enters their lives but are they friend or foe...what is their connection to the Sons of Ipswich and why are they so familiar?
Disclaimer: The usual... don't own, wish I did, don't sue, OC's are mine, same with plot bunny. I think that about covers it.
A/N: I have had this idea since I saw the movie. However, sorry if it doesn't seem very good. I have a hard time converting what plays in my head to paper. But I hope you like it despite that. I'm trying not to make my OC a Marry Sue but as most people know, it's difficult and people's definition of a Marry Sue differs. So bear with me. Just so people can get a good idea of the leather jacket my one character wears (just for the visual)... go to http/ and that should do it. Don't flame but be constructive and now I'm really babbling so I'm going to stop.
There is now a category for Covenant in the movie section but I cannot find it on the main site. Therefore, I'll keep my story here until the link shows up.
"Who do you think'll win?"
Sarah raised her eyebrows and looked over at her friend. Kate was grinning like that stupid hyena from The Lion King.
"Don't give me that look, Sara. I know, stupid question. Faye'll win every time."
Both girls looked up to find Reid looking down at them. He wore his usual layers: white shirt underneath and a grey, long sleeved, almost form fitting shirt. A pair of dark blue jeans and his fingerless gloves added to his attire. As typical of Reid, he stood with one arm crossed over his stomach and the other leaning on it as he held his hand in front of his lips.
Sara recalled the first time she saw that mannerism. She was heading back to her room after her shower. She couldn't get rid of the feeling that someone was watching her. As she turned the corner and got closer to her room, she looked around but saw nothing. Turning back to go to her room, Reid was just right there in front of her. Almost like magic and scaring the hell out of her.
Sara scoffed as she recalled his calm reaction to her scream. She had seen him like this many times since then and considered it either his 'thinking/judging' stance or a nervous habit. Of course, Reid would kill her if he ever heard her say that. "Hey Reid. Where's the rest of the gang?"
"Right behind you."
Both Sara and Kate smiled as the boys pulled up chairs and sat down. Caleb was wearing a smoked black t-shirt with a v-neck and black jeans. The silver chain around his neck stood out in contrast to the dark clothes. Beside him, Pogue wore his black, sleeveless shirt tucked into his jeans and his belt with its large buckle.
Seeing as Caleb and Pogue took up the spots on either side of Sara and Kate, Tyler sat on the other side of the table to Caleb's left. Wearing his ever present green jacket, Tyler had added a dark grey long sleeved shirt with his dark jeans.
Smiling at him, Kate gave him her version of 'dreamy eyes,' "Wow, Tyler. Getting away from the hoodies suits you. Makes you look good enough to eat."
"Excuse me?" Kate looked at Pogue's face and grinned at the hurt look.
"Aw, baby. You know you're the only man for me." The hurt was gone and Pogue shifted his chair so he could put an arm around his girlfriend.
"Am I gonna get an answer?" Reid was still standing beside the table. The other boys gave stared at him. If Reid was actually paying attention to them, he would have thought something was growing out of his head.
Kate looked back to the source of her and Sara's earlier discussion. She pointed at the pool table a few seats down. "We were deciding who was going to win the pool game."
"It's going to be Faye. Hands down," Sara sighed, "they're letting her break."
Following their gaze, Pogue saw three girls at the pool table, "Which one's Faye?"
"The one in the leather jacket." All attention shifted back to the girls.
"Kate. They're all wearing leather jackets." Caleb chuckled and Sara hugged his arm.
"Fine. The one in the black jacket."
Even though everyone was watching the girl, Reid looked at her more intensely. Her hair was a rich, dark auburn that was more red then brown. It was layered and went just below her shoulders. The girl's eyes seemed to be a mix between the golden brown of liquid honey and the deep richness of forest green. They held an intensity and determination to match that which he had never seen. What made them warm was the twinkle of mischief.
She wore a simple pair of dark wash jeans with a black, leather jacket. The emerald green of her form fitting v-neck seemed to make her eyes change between the brown and green. A glint of light brought Reid's eyes to the Celtic cross she wore. In the centre was a smooth crystal that looked as if someone had trapped a drop of blood in time. Her fluid, graceful movements reminded him of a dancer mixed with a great feline.
". . . Reid . . . Reid!"
"Huh?" Reid looked away from the girl to see everyone staring at him. "What?"
Caleb smirked, "You were staring."
"You looked possessed," Pogue elaborated.
Tyler joined in, "We've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now."
Reid frowned at them, "Back off, guys. It has nothing to do with that. I was thinking."
"Kiss my ass, Tyler."
Sara and Kate burst out in a fit of laughter as the boys started to argue. Looking away from the bickering, Sara noticed Faye setting up the first shot. "Guys, it's starting."
There was silence at the table as Faye shot. There was a loud crack as the ball connected and a ball sank into each hole.
Tyler stared wide-eyed, "She just sunk six with one shot."
Pogue whistled, "She's good."
"She's already won seven games."
Caleb gazed at Sara, "How long have you guys been here?"
"A little over half an hour. Shit. Kate, did you warn her about Aaron?"
Kate watched as Aaron Abbot stalked up behind Faye and a smile formed on her face, "I did."
Faye studied the positioning on the table. She went to set up her next shot but froze as the hair on the back of her neck rose. She switched her pool cue for her cola on the side table.
"Hey, hot stuff. How about I show you a good time?"
Faye turned around and looked at the boy in front of her. Longish hair, smug smirk, confident swagger. "You must be Aaron."
"So you've heard of me."
Faye looked him up and down, letting a sultry smile appear on her face. She put extra swing into her stride and walked up to him until they were almost touching. She ran her finger down his chest and looked up at Aaron through her hair. "Oh yes. I've heard many things."
He grinned, watching her finger make its slow path down his stomach. He made eye contact with Faye, "So I'll take that as a yes to a good time."
"Well," Faye stretched the waist of his pants out and dumped her drink down his pants. "You're just not my type."
She place the empty cup down and turned back to the table, grabbing the cue. Faye heard laughter coming from Sara and Kate's table. She saluted the girls and vaguely registered the additions to the table.
Someone grabbed Faye's arm, spun her around and slammed her back into the pool table. Aaron growled at the lack of fear or shock in Faye's face. Instead of fear, her face was defiant. He leaned into her, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"You want to back off. That's the only warning you'll get."
Over at the table, all four guys stood up to go help. "Sit down boys."
"Kate, we can't just sit here and watch. We should be helping her."
Looking at Pogue, all Kate could do was smile. "She doesn't need any help. You should see her work out."
They sat down but were clearly unhappy.
Meanwhile, Aaron wasn't listening. He grabbed Faye's shoulders and bared his teeth. "You have no idea who you're messing with sweetheart."
Faye used her pool cue and brought it up to connect with the bottom of Aaron's arms. She continued the move by slamming the bottom of it into his chest. Aaron stumbled back, clutching his chest. "Bitch!"
Faye spun the cue in her hand and watched Aaron with the calculating eyes of a predator. He rushed her, and Faye swung the cue into the side of his face, breaking it in half. Aaron went down and stayed down.
"I think it's you who doesn't know who they're messing with," Faye dropped the remaining half of the cue onto his unconscious form.
Walking away from the crowd that had gathered, Faye walked over to Sara and Kate. Her only stop was at the bar to speak to Nicky, "I'll pay for the pool cue, Nicky."
"Don't worry about it, I'll put it on the punk's tab. Someone needed to teach him a lesson."
"Thanks, Nicky." She continued her way to the table.
Sara stood up and hugged Faye, "That was perfect."
"I warned him."
Faye stopped and studied the new members at the table. Her gaze made the guys feel bare, as if she was looking into their soul. However, there was something familiar about her. It was more of a feeling than anything else. She just felt familiar.
Caleb was the one to voice his opinion. "Do I know you?"
Faye frowned, "I think I would remember a group of attractive guys. Who are you anyway?"
Kate stood up to make the introductions, "Guys, meet Faye. Faye, meet the Sons of Ipswich."
Faye froze, she even stopped breathing. Reid spoke up, completely oblivious to the change in her, "I like that. We are definitely going by that from now on."
Tyler couldn't take his eyes of Faye, "Are you okay?"
All eyes turned to her but she barely noticed. She still wasn't breathing and her eyes were unfocused. It was as if she was trying to concentrate and not let her emotions show.
"Faye?" Sara placed her hand lightly on her shoulder.
Caleb watched as Faye finally blinked and he was looking at her angry blue eyes. That brought a frown to his face. He knew those eyes, but they had been in a different face. He remembered them looking down at him in anger.
Faye blinked again and her eyes were back hazel, as if it had never happened. Fear replaced the anger as she looked around at the table. "I . . . I, uh. . . I have to go."
With that, Faye was gone. Reid leaned over to Caleb and whispered, "Do you see her eyes?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I did."