Title: Return
Author: Mickey Stone
Pairing/character: Caleb/Pogue (Implied Caleb/Pogue/Reid/Tyler)
Prompt: Snow
Rating: FRT
Word Count: 579

Summary: Caleb returns to the boys

Notes/Warnings: Christmas mini-fic written for Kaylie . AU, Set a couple of months after the movie, where Caleb disappeared after the fight with Chase.

It wasn't hard to spot him. Black hair, olive skin and the black pea-coat all stood out against the blinding whiteness of the snow. It had stopped falling a few hours ago, but that wouldn't last long. The whole of Ipswich was covered in a thick blanket of the stuff, and more was on the way so the forecaster said.

Not that it mattered to Pogue. At that moment he couldn't have cared less. The world could have been ending for all he cared. All that mattered was how fucking angry he was. No, this was beyond anger now; this was blind rage.

And the source or all this rage was standing not three feet from him, surrounded but pure, untouched snow.

The first punch landed squarely on the right side of his face, and Pogue watched dimly as he staggered and fell down. He hadn't even realised he'd done it until the other mans body sank into the snow with a dull thump. And it had felt good. The second punch fell to the other mans' jaw, left side this time, and his head snapped to the right. Pogue's jeans were soaked through with snow as he fell to his knees and punched the crap out of his brother, grunting with each blow he dealt out.

And Caleb wasn't even fighting back, which made everything so much worse. Pogue's vision blurred with tears that he'd told himself not to shed and slowly his fists stopped marking and breaking Caleb's skin. He thumped Caleb's chest weakly as he cried; his body trembling with the cold and his dissipating anger.

"You left!" he said thickly, eyes boring into Caleb's as he spoke. "You left us! You didn't even tell us where you were going, you just left! And what for? Couldn't you stand to be here anymore? Did seeing us everyday make you want to fucking turn tail and run?"

Caleb's answer was in the grip of his fingers as he held onto Pogue's t-shirt like a drowning man clinging to life. It was in the way his lips pushed against his own, the way his tongue searched and stroked, and the way his teeth nipped at the swollen flesh. His answer was in the way his icy fingers stroked his cheek and the way his thumb wiped the tears away.

"I'm sorry." Caleb whispered as he pulled back, resting his forehead against Pogue's and continuing to stroke his face. "I'm so sorry."

"I missed you." Pogue answered, eyes closing as he leant against the older boy more. His jeans were soaked through but he couldn't bring himself to care. "We need you, Caleb. I need you...was so worried something had happened. Fuck."

"I'm fine, nothing happened. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you...any of you." Caleb aid, pressing kisses to Pogue's closed eyelids, "Jus' needed to sort my head out."

"Tell us next time." Pogue said tiredly, fingers gripping the now wet wool of Caleb's coat.

"There's not going to be a next time." He murmured.

"If you're done with all the touch-feely crap," came Reid's voice from the porch steps, "Can you move this inside please? I'm freezing my ass off hear and I'd rather be doing other things with if than watching it drop off."

Pogue grinned and opened his eyes again, giving Caleb a predatory look.

"You've missed a lot, Danvers." He said, "Time for a reunion, don't ya think?"

Caleb couldn't have agreed more.

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