Be nice, this is my first fic here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyle XY or Andy Roddick, but if I did you would never see him again! lol I do however own this fluffy tale that you're about read. XP

The boy, the pro and the conspiracy

ZZYZX Lab test facility 8:32 p.m...

"Mr. Valentine, what's the meaning of this?!"

"Why whatever do you mean Mr. Baylin?" Valentine ,a short chunky, balding man with glasses said innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean! Why can't I see the boy, the one I created?"

"You mean that thing?" said Valentine.

"Thing?" Baylin questioned. "That "thing" is a person, a human being!"

"Heh, humans are born, weapons are created." Valentine retorted. "That's exactly what experiment 781227 is."

"What?!" Baylin questioned.

"We did not agree to this!" said Baylin with a concerned look on his face.

"You didn't, but we did. Me and the rest of the staff thought it would be more beneficial, like the first one oh so many years ago."

"No, you can't do this!" Baylin screamed just as guards grabbed him.

"Oh, but we already have." Valentine replied.

"This is my company!" Baylin yelled in anger.

"Not anymore, take him away."

"You won't get away with this!"

"Too late, hahahahaha!" Valentine chuckled as Baylin was drug out the door...

Two days later...

"So, how's the subject coming along in the data input retention test?" Valentine asked

"Well sir, he's rejecting our warfare and battle scenarios, but he'll solve complex mathmatic equations."

"You mean "it" is choosing for itself?"

"Yes, it's making judgement calls, look." Just then the man brought up an almost impossible equation and it was being solved.

"Is that correct?" Valentine asked curiously.

"Yes and he solved it in a matter of minutes were as it would have taken the world's greatest mathematician 2 weeks to solve." said the man.

"Well woopty freakin do, but I need him to solve our battle scenarios, not math!"

"He won't, that's the problem."

"Well then wipe him and start over!" Valentine demanded.

"I don't think we can do that, sir." the man replied. Just then the computer flashed a message.

"Download complete?" Valentine asked curiously.

"I think he just downloaded and copied our entire mainframe, sir!" the man at the computer inquired.

"Are you saying he has all of our secrets in his head?!" asked Valentine slightly concerned.

"Yes and he has learned how to speak from our database and audio files."

"That's it pull the plug on this thing and we'll just continue with the other one, 781228."

"I can't let you do that Valentine!" said a man from the corner named Tom Foss. Valentine just snickered.

"You can't stop me, I own this place now which means I own you."

"But, this is my project too. I've worked hard on him for 17 years, so you'll have to get through me first."

"Oh that won't be a problem." Just then Foss was tazered and dropped to the floor where he lay stunned. After that the men began to pull out plugs and the last one was life support.

"No, don't touch that! Noah needs to survive!" Foss interrupted trying to stop them.

"How touching, you've named it." Valentine said disgusted. "Pull it now!"

Beep, beep, beep. Then 781227 flat lined.

The next day...

A professional tennis player named Andy Roddick, 25 years old, had just finished one of his tours and was heading home for some downtime.

He lived in Austin, Texas in the woods near a lake out to himself in ways, but not that far from the city.

It was 9:30 at night and he was heading down a fall laden road to his house in his silver Lexus sportscar when all of a sudden a naked boy ran out in front of him. He slammed on the brakes and came to a screeching halt 5 inches from the boy. "Are you alright?!" Andy asked concerned as he poked his head out the window.

The boy nodded yes. "What are you doing out here this late... like that?" he asked the boy.

"I'm lost." the boy responded.

"Where do you live?" Andy asked again.

"I don't know." he replied. Andy thought for a minute and realized the boy seemed a little off or like he had amnesia and he couldn't just leave him here. So he opened his passenger door and told him to get in. The boy was hesitant, but finally moved to get in and shut the door. Andy gave him a towel he uses during his games to wipe sweat away to put around himself. The boy seemed to have difficulty putting it on right, but eventually got it.

The boy sat there looking at the floor board scared and confused, like a little puppy. They were almost to Andy's house when he broke the awkward silence to ask the boy his name. "So, what's your name?" he asked.

"Na...name?" the boy responded.

"Yeah, you know, what people call you... your name." the boy still looked confused. "Ok I'll go first, I'm Andrew Stephen Roddick, but people call me Andy."

The boy looked down at a magazine laying in between them with an article about a guy named Kyle and thought that fit. "My name is... Kyle."

"Kyle. That's a nice name." Andy said as they pulled up in his driveway. "Well here we are, my home away from the court." Andy said with a little cute laugh at his own joke. Kyle got out and looked around studying his new surroundings, it was nice house right next to a large lake with a fence going all the way around it.

"Well, are you coming in?" Andy asked looking at Kyle. Kyle nodded walking toward Andy and into the house. "Let me get something of mine for you to wear until we can get a hold of your parents."

"Parents?" Kyle thought to himself as he watched Andy walk off. Kyle looked to his right and saw a bookcase full of books and grabbed one. The one he got was a dictionary and a thesaurus all in one. It was a huge book, 5 inches thick, 1050 pages, heavier than 60 lbs. and he picked it up with only one hand like it was a piece of paper.

A few minutes later Andy walked back into the room with a handful of clothes. "Here are some clothes from years ago that don't really fit me anymore and..." Andy saw the book in Kyle's hand as he was closing it.

"200,468 word and 320,157 different definitions." Kyle said with a childish grin on his face.

"Did you just read that whole thing in 5 minutes?!" Andy asked in amazment. Kyle nodded in response. "Well here, put this on. I'm gonna go make some calls and I'll be right back." Andy said walking off into his kitchen.

"I'm not sure why, but I got a strange feeling in my chest when "Andy" walked away this time. I looked down at the cloth material he gave me and applied them to my body, like he had them arranged on his "body". Those words excited me in a weird way that gave me a rush . I liked it"

"When I finished putting them on, from the shoes on my feet to the shirt on my back and everything inbetween, it felt better than before when I had nothing on."

"Well, no one has reported anyone missing or otherwise, so you're stuck here for the night. Is that ok with you?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, sure." he said gleefully.

"Are you hungry?" Andy asked pointing back to his kitchen.

"Hunger, the discomfort, weakness, or pain caused by a prolonged lack of food. Fortunately, I wasn't feeling any of those so I told him no."

"Thirsty?"

"No"

"Ok, I'll just go set up the guest room and we can get to bed."

"Ok." I said as he walked off for the third time.

Andy returned and signaled for Kyle to follow him to the room in which he would be staying. It was a huge room to be considered a guest room. It looked more like two master bedrooms put together.

"So, here you are. Sleep tight and don't let them bed bugs bight." Andy said jokingly tipping his cap. Kyle nodded with a smile as Andy left the room to go to his own, flicking off the light. Kyle kicked off his shoes and got into the bed trying to position himself to where he felt comfortable. That was difficult for him, because he kept tossing and turning and laying different ways to improve his comfort. To no avail, nothing worked and he became frustrated. It was 4 in the morning and he couldn't get to sleep so he got up and wondered around.

He came to the kitchen and saw a large silver box with two doors and black handles on it. The whole house was dark and when he opened the door, a light flashed in his face only to startle him and he shut the door quickly, but remained curious and opened it again slowly this time. He opened it to find a mass amount of food items.

"All of a sudden I became "hungry" and began reaching for stuff to fill this emptiness in my abdomen. Eveything I put in my mouth had a different texture, taste, and smell that made my senses explode. Some unpleasant and others a pure sensation. After I had sampled everything in the metal box, I moved to the "cuboards" and sampled their contents until I came across a certain item that was the most sensational I had yet to put in my mouth. "Sour Patch Kids" was what they were called and they were "fun" to eat."

"After I devoured all of them, I ventured further into the house and passed Andy's room and walked in a little closer to see what people look like when they sleep. He looked so peaceful and innocent, lying there, thinking about nothing and doing nothing. Sleep, a natural periodic state of rest for the mind and body, in which the eyes usually close and consciousness is completely or partially lost, so that there is a decrease in bodily movement and responsiveness to external stimuli. Andy seemed like he needed it, so I left him to venture more. How could people waste so much of their time sleeping when there things to explore, discover, and learn. I came across a room known as a "bathroom" and noticed a curtain hanging in front of something. I pulled it aside to discover a tub, impulsively I climbed in, sat down and leaned back. It was comfortable compared to the bed Andy had made for me, it felt... right. I suddenly felt my eyelids grow heavy and eventually my world faded to black. I had fallen asleep."

Earlier that night in the woods... 10:15 p.m.

"I thought you said you left him right here!" a figure said to another.

"I did, he must have become conscious and wondered off." the other replied.

"Well we need to find him, he's to valuable and fragile to let roam around here!"

"I know, we'll find him, I just know it."

"For your sake, I hope so or it will have been 17 years wasted."

"Not necessarily, we spent them together, you, me, and our "son"."

"You're right, I'm just worried and I'm letting it get the best of me. I don't know if I could have done it without you." Then the two figures hugged and kissed tenderly.

"Come on, we'll search for him in the morning, after we get some sleep. I have a feeling we're gonna need it." One of the figures said as they walked off into the night.

Next chapter coming soon... enjoy!

Special Thanks to ShadowthaHedgehog for the initial idea and beta reading