[Fic] Alien Nation

Title: Alien Nation
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Chase
Word Count: 3,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Six birthdays in the life of Chase Collins. Or, a slow descent.

"Oh, I get it. Alienation."
"Alien nation?"
"No, alienation, stupid. The state of being withdrawn or disaffected from the outside world." She looked over, through the glass. "He's all alone."
-- Underground, Tales from the City

Chase Collins's thirteenth birthday ended in disappointment and a trip to the hospital when he broke down into seizures in the middle of the pool. For seventy two seconds he had even stopped breathing, prompting a spectacular rescue by his uncle and a lot of screaming from his adoptive mother. Everyone at the party was gone by the time he was loaded onto the ambulance, bundled up in a blanket. They'd all either run away or had been spirited away by their parents, who were afraid that whatever had caused the Collins boy's eyes to bleed black and his body to try to break itself apart was contagious.

He spent the night in the hospital, monitors beeping all around him and hooked up to an IV of something that he was old enough to recognize as a placebo treatment. Saline solution. It was useless, but it looked effective enough for his parents to be soothed.

Chase wasn't soothed at all. He was terrified.

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[Fic] You Oughta Be In Pictures

Title: You Oughta Be In Pictures (Prologue)
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Chase
Word Count: 2,153
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Summary: Chase meets a guy and dabbles in a porn career.
A/N: I blame this entirely on the fact that I was talking about Chase while listening to The History of Pornography on the Hitler and Sex History Channel

It started after he'd picked the other guy up in the bar, or maybe the other guy had picked him up, he wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what the other guy's name was, Charles or Carl or something stupid like that. They'd been talking, and he'd invited the guy back to his apartment, never saying what either of them knew they both wanted. Or what Chuckles wanted. Chase was just curious, and kind of bored.

Chuckles had a hot mouth that kept wanting to kiss him, and Chase allowed it because the other guy's tongue in his mouth got him hard. The kiss was hard, too, fierce and brutal enthusiasm making up for what the guy lacked in skill. One hand reached around to grope his ass. One finger pressed at the seam on his jeans where he knew the guy wanted in.

Chase eventually pushed him away with a grin that was supposed to be sexual and inviting. "Hey, don't be in such a hurry."

"What, you want something…" Charlie looked down to where Chase's fingers had curled into his waistband and were starting to undo the button. "Oh, hey. I know…"

No, Chase thought. You don't know a damn thing. But I'll let you do it anyway.

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