A/N: I don't own anything.

Title: Shadows of the Past

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst

Rating: M for later chapters

Summary: Finn gets captured by the Dark Ace in a forest.

Notes: The original version that created 'What in the name of Atmos is going on?'.

You do not need to read 'What in the name of Atmos is going on?', as there are parts in this fic that are different to the other one. Not to mention, this is serious and dark.

Chapter One

He was tied up against a tree. The Dark Ace smiling cruelly at him, the talon leaning against the opposite tree. What could make this worse for Finn?

"Hey, son."

Oh, that. For one brief, glorious moment he forgot his paternal parentage. Of course that didn't last long.

"You know it to be true."

Finn raised an eyebrow at that, "The Dark Ace is a Star Wars fan? Wonder what that would do to your reputation."

"I'm not but given who we are, the line is quite appropriate." Dark Ace moved towards Finn, "Do you know why you are here?"

"Oh, please don't tell me you decide to ask me to join you."

Dark Ace chuckled, "No, your loyalty remains firmly with the Storm Hawks...for now."

Finn narrowed his eyes at that comment, "What exactly do you mean 'for now'?"

Dark Ace ignored him in favour of watching lines of ants crawling up the tree next to Finn's. "Tell me, blondie, which do you think has more influence on a creature? The creature's environment or the creature's genetics?"

If he could, Finn would have shuffled nervously but he could not at the moment.

"No answer?" Dark Ace's tone seemed amused at the Storm Hawk's silence, "I personally think genetics will always overrule the environment. Oh, sure, the creature's environment can dull down the genes. But sooner or later, the creature's genetics will take over." He picked the lead ant and squashed it, it's remains floating down to the ground.

Finn fidgeted in his mind, opting to stay silent. A testament that was ruined when he snickered at the though of his team mates' faces if they were with him.

"Something funny, son?"

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? It's the truth."

"No it's not."

Dark Ace sighed at the vehement of that sentence. "Like it or not, Finn, your genetics are already winning over your environment."

Finn glared at the older man, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Your first sentence to me. You were already thinking of ways to ruin my reputation."

"I don't have to, you already did that yourself."

Dark Ace chuckled, "Your impatience, your lust for power and fame. All a Cadwell trait."

"Cadwell?"

"Sounds boring but one's name can say a lot about one." Dark Ace looked towards the boy, "And your previous sentence. About how I already ruined my reputation."

"Well, it's the truth. Constantly getting beaten by 14 year olds kinda does that."

"A typical Cadwell comeback." Dark Ace smirked, leaning towards Finn, putting a hand against his cheek, "Like it or not, your genes are already winning, my son."

Finn raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?"

Dark Ace smirked, walking towards the boy with a crystal in his hand. "Really...and good night, son."

Finn was helpless against the crystal, unconsciousness soon took hold of the Storm Hawk.

A/N Re-read it for my next chapter and caught a spelling mistake. *sheepish smile* Have a cookie? *offers cookie*