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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Political_Animals, The_Covenant_(2006)
  Relationship:
      Past_Chase_Collins/Caleb_Danvers, Chase_Collins/Thomas_"T._J."_Hammond
  Character:
      Jamie_Crockwell, Chase_Collins, Thomas_"T._J."_Hammond, Caleb_Danvers,
      Douglas_Hammond, Mr._Peters
  Additional Tags:
      Always_female_Chase_Collins, Original_Male_Character_-_Freeform, Original
      Female_Character_-_Freeform, original_animal_character_-_Freeform,
      Stalking, Creeper_Thomas, Chase_has_feelings_for_Caleb_Still
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-02 Updated: 2014-11-03 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3304
****** Chase Collins ******
by The_Asset
Summary
     In the aftermath of The Covenant, Chase flees to Washington DC,
     forcing herself to not use her powers, which gives her horrible side
     effects. She's afraid that The Boys will find out she's still alive,
     and come to kill her. She makes a big decision and gets a small job
     as a Student teacher at the local Art School. She meets Jamie
     Crockwell, a fellow Student Teacher and gets to know her, still
     afraid that she will find out her sexret and report her to Caleb. She
     and Jamie go out on the town one night and stumble acrossed The Dome,
     upon finding it, they go inside and meet Thomas Hammond, aka TJ.
     Jamie brushes off the man as a flirter, but Chase knows hes just
     trying to get into her head, and make the same mistake she made when
     she was with Caleb.
Notes
     A/N: This is my first crossover. I changed a few things and made
     Chase a female, much like she is in my other Covenant story. I
     apologize if Chase seems OOC, but this is how I imagine his female
     self. Good luck and may god have mercy on your soul.
***** Good-bye, Salem *****
                         Silent, not even the twitter 
                          Of insects. The wind stills
                       Against a distant sky of clouds.
                         The cold is gray and fierce,
                        Bitter as a widow at the grave.
                         The trees' bare bony fingers
                                Point crookedly
                             Toward Heaven or Hell
                     Or worse than that, towards nowhere.
                                        
                                  Winter days
                         Wear long as the ocean shore,
                               Governed by a god
                          Harsher than windstorm hail
                       And more punishing than the waves
                           That break ships in two. 
                                        
                        There are rules to follow here,
                              One righteous path
                       Thrashed down through the woods. 
                                        
                         Bones chatter, while branches
                             Snap heavy with ice.
                         Something stronger than fever
                               Quakes and curls
                            Through Village girls. 
                         Their screams and contortions
                           Be of awesome proportion.
                            'Tis a sight to behold,
                            Distraction from cold. 
                                        
                        Cider flows inside the tavern, 
                            For Ingersoll's serves
                                 A hearty stew
                                Of witch fever.
                           All who enter, and imbibe
                         Do lick their lips for more.
                                        
                          Sure as meat makes a pie, 
                           The villagers be certain
                          That Satan is among them. 
                           The brisk spoons of girls
                                  Ladle fear
                            Into everyones bowls. 
                                        
                               The mayflowers, 
                                  Bloom now.
                          Heart shaped pink and white
                          Blossoms sweeten the wind.
                         Winters scraggly witch hazel
                         And furred pussy-willow buds
                               Crouch not alone
                               On the hillside.
                             The spring air smells
                                Ripe and ready.
                                        
                               Ruffle the goose
                         And she'll snap at your tail,
                              Kick you to stream
                                  And bar you
                            From the row of ducks. 
                                        
                              The water muddies. 
                               'Tis hard to know
                                  Where next
                               To dunk your head
                             And bite the new fish
                                 When you be 
                               Scouting the sea
                                    Alone.
                                        
                                  Why uproot
                              A perfectly healthy
                              White blazing star
                                 From the soil
                                 To allow room
                             For a roadside weed? 
                             The purple love grass
                              May appear somewhat
                             Spectacular at first
                        With its bright-colored veins,
                      But it grows wide and irreverent, 
                               Knows not how to
                                Contain itself
                              Withen the garden.
                                        
                            Hot, stuffend in skirts
                            And screaming, "Witch!"
                        Some of us girls point fingers
                          From positions of sunlight,
                              Others of us hide,
                          Under a parasol of leaves. 
                       Sirens all, we choir a cacophony
                              Of gassy together. 
                                        
                        None of the villagers dare step
                           On the shadows we forge,
                                Lest their name
                              Be next proclaimed.
                           For as evening approaches
                               And heat subsides
                         Our elders shrivel and shrink
                                 And we girls
                               Grow spine tall. 
                                        
                            Yea, the fruit be ripe,
                                   Eat it. 
                                Things do fall.
                                        
                              The leaves promise
                        To hold tight their branches, 
                      But their colors soon be changing. 
                                        
                                 Green unfolds
                             Its beauty and anger
                          As scarlet, maize, amber. 
                                        
                          For all that be ripe today
                                 Will crumble
                                  Into brown
                                  Into a pile
                                   Of wither
                               And indifference.
                                        
                          Beware of sturdy branches. 
                             Not only apples hand
                                 From trees. 
                           Oh, 'tis not consolation
                         That the apples be poisoned, 
                             To shoot them to soon
                               From the branch,
                              And know 'twas you
                        Who made the wretched bullets!
                         For you who are the last log
                            On the load of lumber,
                       'Tis you who crushed them flat. 
                                        
                                 Holiday Ends.
                                Time to unpack
                             Your bags and launder
                                Your clothes. 
                                        
                            Some stay on the road, 
                               Refuse to reenter
                                Home and resume
                                Regular life, 
                             The sunrise-to-sunset
                                Day of cooking,
                           Spinng, tending, study -
                      Pierced with the dagger of silence.
                                        
                              After a fire rages,
                         The forest path dusts away. 
                                        
                           It may be safe to walk, 
                              But where do you go
                           When all directions wear
                         The same black ashen despair?
                                        
                             Cold restores order.
                              Shrill winds muffle
                        Screaming, and the trees twist
                          More deviant arms and legs
                               Than affliction.
                                        
                          The witch hunt is snuffed. 
                               The accusors slip
                             Under the silent ice
                               Of indifference. 
***** Out On The Town *****
Chapter Summary
     Jamie and Chase go out on the town, and meet a Mr. Hammond. Chase
     gets bad vibes from him and she has her first bout of side effects
     for not using her powers. Jamie acts like a bitch, but Doug
     apologizes for her and his brother.
Jamie had decided that since I hadn't had a proper vacation since I first got
to Washington DC, she was gping to take me shopping and out on the town. So
here we are, at a local store. She's looking through the strapless dresses, as
I look through the tank tops and jeans. She noticed a cute black dress and
looked at me. "Here, go try this on." I grumbled about not being able to afford
it, and than I'm self conscious about my body. I come out wearing the dress and
Jamies jaw drops. "Absolutely gorgeous. We are buying you more black colored
clothing." I went back in and changed back into my clothes, following behind
her as she threw clothing for me to try on into my arms. I looked down at my
faded and dirty converse, realizing I needed new shoes soon. Jamie must have
read my mind, because she nudged me with these knee high midnight black and
snow white converse with rips and scratches on them. "Here, you needed new ones
anyways." I thanked her, and followed her to the cashier, who looked slightly
horrified as I placed the now folded pile of clothes on the counter. "Ah, Mrs.
Crockwell. How may I assit you today?" She chuckled and looked at him. "I'm
just buying my friend here some new clothes. Shd moved to Washington DC last
week and I'm helping her get settled in. Any new places to check out tonight?"
The cashier nodded. "The Dome. It opens tonight, and I heard its owned by
Thomas Hammond." Jamies face lit up. "Dougie finally let him open it up?" The
man nodded. "Apparently so, say... aren't you and his brother in a
relationship?" I watched Jamie nod, and looked at her. "Who is Doug?" I asked,
slight sad that she hadnt told me about him. "Don't worry, sweetheart." I
looked down and sighed. "Oh... okay." I looked around and grabbed my now
purchased clothing and converse and left. I waited for Jamie outside, as the
clouds openned up and it began to rain. I looked at the sky and hummed
something under my breath as a man and what looked like his twin walk by. I
shuffled out of their way, and looked for Jamie. "So, Doug are you inviting
your girlfriend to my opening tonight?" I blinked, and looked towards the two.
"U-Um, excuse me but are you Douglas Hammond?" The taller one turned and smiled
at me. "Why yes, yes I am. And you are?" I heard the store door open and Jamies
squeal as she hugged her boyfriend. "Dougie!" I looked away as she and Doug
shared a small kiss. "Chase, this is my boyfriend Douglas Hammond and his
brother Thomas Hammond, he goes by TJ." I smiled, and waved awkwardly, and
looked away again. "So, are you and Jamie friends?" I nodded, and looked at
her. "Been friends since I moved here." I laughed nervously and looked at
Jamie. "I'm gonna go, got to feed Buck and grade those projects." I waved bye
and took off, carrying the bags as I passed by the local Library. I sighed, and
hurried on home faster than ever. When I got home, I sat the bags down and went
to feed my fluffy giant fat cat, Buck Bear. I leaned down and poured his food
into his bowl and walked back to the bags, pulling them into my room and put
them away in my closet as loghtning flashed in the window. I heard an angry
hiss and knew Buck was going to stay under the couch until the storm passed. 
I settled down in my small office and set to work grading the students abtract
drawings. Placing letter grades on them, seeing the many different types of
abstract they had done. I smiled and placed the graded ones in a seperate pile,
and than placed them in the graded folder, placing that in her bag and headed
into the living room. "Come on, Buck... " I tapped his food bowl and watch as
he slowly and slinkily crawled over and ate his food. I chuckled and patted his
head as he began to pur. I had gotten Buck the day I moved into my apartment.
He came with the apartment, since he was holed up in the back room which was
now my small studio. I had paintings of him and his chubby self littered
everywhere in that room, along with portriats of my ex-boyfriend and his
friends. I sighed, remembering Caleb and his friends. I rubbed the small cross
on my necklace, remembering the day he got it for me and wiped tears away. I
had watched him almost die because of a mistake I had made, causing Kate and
Pogue to be placed in the hospital and Sarah almost burned up in a fire. I
regretted everything I had done and knew he would never forgive me. I wiped the
rest of the tears away and headed into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Faygo,
and headed to my studio. I reached over and turned on my CD player, and smiled
when Semi-Automatic by Twenty One Pilots played. I sat down at my easil, and
began to let out all the stress of the day into my painting. I stopped a few
hours later, as Angel with a Shot Gun began playing. I looked at the painting
and smiled as I saw Caleb and I in the painting, sitting under the tree as I
played with his hair. He was smiling, eyes closed. I sighed and looked up,
hearing a knock on my door. I stood up, wiped my hands on my apron and opened
the door, seeong Jamie. "Hey, did you forget I'm taking you to The Dome?" I
looked at her. "Jamie, I can't go tonight. We have work tomorrow, and the kids
are cpunting on me to bring in Buck Bear so that they can draw him." She
pounted, whining. "Oh come on, please? Just a few hours okay? Than I promise we
can leave." I looked at her and sighed. "Fine, but I'm wearing what I am
wearing right now, minus the apron." I was wearing my Spencer Academy Hoodie,
the cross Caleb gave me, a pair of green skiny jeans, and my old converse. She
nodded and took hold of my hand. "Grab your keys, arm your secuirity, say bye
to Buck, and come on." I nodded, and went to grab my keys, leaning down and
petting Buck, armed the system, and left with her as we headed down to her car.
I slid into the passager seat and waited for her to get in. She was messing
with her hair and turned up the music till you could hear the seats vibrating.
I turned it down some and looked at her. "Way to bust my eardrums, Jamie." She
giggled, and sped off down the rain slicked street, singing along to Fall Out
Boys My Songs Know What you did in the dark. I looked out the window, wondering
who we would see at the parry tonight, and checked my phone for messages. I
looked up, and blinked, seeing The Dome in the distance as Jamies car purred to
a stop, and parked in a parking spot. She got out, locked it, and lead me into
the club. The first thought that popped in my mind was holy shit, they need to
turn the music down. I looked around, having lost Jamie already. "Ladies and
gentleman! Introducing the owner himself, Thomas Hammond!" I heard the DJ
announce the arrival of some man and looked around, gasping. Douglas's brother
walked down the stairs, heading towards the dance floor. I blinked, and looked
around for Jamie. I fpund her sitting on some mans lap, making out with him as
he ran his hands up her back. I couldn't see the mans face but from the sounds
Jamie was making, I knew it had to be someone she knew. I felt a hand land on
my waist, and squeaked. TJ stood there, a smirk on his face. "Hey pretty girl,
how you doing?" I could tell he was drunk as I could smell his breath. "None of
your business, Hammond." I looked away, and slipped out of his grip, heading
towards Jamie. I wanted to leave now but she was gone, and so was the man she
was making out with. I than gulped, feeling vomit start to come, and ran to the
bathroom, vomiting into the toilet as I felt my breakfast and lunch come up. I
could hear moans from one of the stalls and felt another wave of vomiting
coming along. I let go, and vomittied again, slipping to the floor and blinked.
"Why am I so sick?" I muttered and than remembered. I had made a promise to not
use my powers and now realized why I was sick lately, it was a side effect. 
***** The Alley Way *****
Chapter Summary
     Chase winds up in a bad place at a bad time, and tries to flee for
     her life. Caleb comes to Washington DC, searching for Chase.
Chapter Notes
     This is the one where rape happens... do not hate on me please.
I coughed into my arm, walking out of the club and down to the sidewalk. I
passed by the alleyway and yelped feeling a hand go over my mouth, blocking my
pleas for help and an arm go around my waist, pulling me into the darkness. A
mans laugh echoed through the brick pathway, shattering the silence. I clawed
at the mans hands, trying to get away. I bit down hard on the hand til I tasted
blood and and ran. The man snarled, than grabbed my leg, yanking me back again.
"Shouldn't have done that, slut whore." I flailed, clawing at his shadowed
face. I felt the wall slam into my back as he shoved me into the wall, and the
cold of a blade on my neck. "Behave, and I won't have to kill you." I blinked
back tears, and looked away, eyes watering. The man put the blade away, and
shoved a hand down my jeans and into my underwear. I screamed for help, only to
feel a hand go on my mouth. He kissed my neck as he yanked my jeans and
underwear down. I whimpered behind the hand, and bit down on the mans hand
again, only to feel my head smack against the brick building. The world was
spotted with black and white as I slipped to the floor. The man kneeled down
and chuckled. I recognized him now and whimpered weakly, clawing at the floor
as hands wrapped around my ankles. I screamed out for help, and slammed my fist
into the mans gut, fighting as he yanked my hoodie off and tied my hands behind
my back. I head butted him again, only to feel my tank top rip off, exposing my
bra and the cross necklace. Thomas smirked and wrapped his hand around my neck
and pulled me into his chest. I felt a strap of my tank top be wrapped around
my head, blocking my screams. He kissed my cheek gently, and shoved me to the
wall. There came a ripping sound and my jeans fell to the ground. I thrashed,
feeling his cold hands wrap around my thighs bruisingly tight, and bent them up
and out, moving my underwear out of the way. I thrashed again, tears rolling
down my cheeks as I begged him to let me go, sobbing. He undid his belt and
jeans and pulled out his cock, slamming deep into my core as he smirked against
my neck. "Fuck, your tight." He muttered out a curse, and thrusted hard and
rough, his grip on my thigh and neck leaving deep purple and black bruises. I
began to sob in fear behind the gag, my lungs not able to gain air. TJs eyes
were clouded with lust and fury, as he raped me in the alleyway outside his
club. I whimpered behind the fabric, sobbing into his shoulder as he let go of
my neck, allowing me to breath. I could hear someone shouting and looked up,
eyes fuzzy. There was a shadowy form at the end of the alleyway, he looked like
an old friend of mine, I just couldn't remember. I felt him shooting inside of
me, and air as TJ pulled out, letting me drop to the floor as he snarled. He
yanked me up by my hair and noticed the cross. He yanked at it til it when
flying into a corner of the alley and I dropped to the ground, unconscious and
bleeding from where he had cut me and raped me.
I woke to a beeping noise beside my head, and someone holding my hand. My
throat was partched and I couldn't blink without pain exploding behind my
eyelids. "Shh, its okay Chase.... your safe." I heard a familliar voice, was
that Caleb? I blknked my eyes open as I squeeked in pain. Caleb sat beside me
in the hospital room. He was holding my hand, while holding a small plastic cup
of water. I weakly reached for it and took a sip. The pain subsided for a bit
and I sighed in relief. "Caleb...? I-I... I thought you hated me." Caleb looked
at me with sorrow in his eyes. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry I blamed
you for nearly killing my friends an I. I know I should have kept you away from
my father, and I'm sorry... I should have believed you." I looked at him,
reaching a hand up and stroking his cheek bone. "Don't... its okay..." I
whispered, and tried to sit up, only to fall back onto the bed while convulsing
in pain. Caleb hit a button and a nurse came running in, and pushed a needle
into my shoulder, sending morphine into my system. I fell back into
unconsciousness just as someone arrrived to speak with me. I sunk into the
dark, hand losing its grip on Calebs hand, falling open as someone let out a
scream and the machines shut off around us, the room going dark. Caleb reched
out blindly and felt for my hand. He took hold of it, and looked around. There
came a hum of backup generators and sighed in relief as the machines in my room
came back on. I hadn't even realized I was on minor life support. I cringed in
pain and blinked back tears, sinking into a nightmare. A few hours later, I
woke with a scream, sitting up in bed and realizing I was home safe. I heard
Buck hop onto the bed and flop into my lap. I began to sob pitafully,
remembering how I felt so weak and broken as the man raped me. I sobbed into my
cats fur, not feeling good. I called in a sick day, and went to take a shower,
hoping to wash myself of the dream. I slid down the wall as the water fell,
crying into my soaked knees and arms, releasing all the pent up emotion inside
my body as I cried and cried. The water was starting to heat up as I let the
tears fall. I sat there until the water ran cold, shivering in the cold air and
water of my shower. Buck was pawing at the bathroom door, meowing his fat head
off for me to get out. I reached up and turned off the shower, grabbing a
fluffly white towel and wrapped it around my goosebump covered body, and sighed
in relief, not seeing bruises or anything, I guess it had all been a dream. I
dried off, and changed into my sweatpants, a old Fall Out Boy shirt, a hoodie,
and pinned my hair up in a bun, heading for my Studio. I passed by the living
room and saw someone laying on the couch. I blinked, reaching over and taking
hold of a metal baseball bat I had, and raised it up, ready to knock the
intruder out. Stepping towards the couch silently, I peered over the edge and
blinked. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There laid Caleb Danvers, my ex
boyfriend. He was sound asleep, holding the necklace he had given me months
earlier. I blinked, and looked around, before placing the bat back and sighed,
looking at Buck who was laying on his cat bed. "Your a lazy ass cat, you know
that?" I teased him, smiling gently and petted his fluffy head. 
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