Hi there!

So I just recently discovered the nowhere boys on Netflix and watched the first two seasons in a week.

I felt like at the end of season one they completely failed to explain why Felix fainted after the healing spell but was on his feet again seconds later.

So I took it as a kind of magical exhaustion and took it through to the last episode, the next time he casts a big spell.

So this is canon compliant up to the last ten minutes of Season 1 Episode 13 and than takes of. Tell me what you think of it and I'll probably add a second chapter from Jake's PoV or something. Anyway, english is not my first language and I did not have a beta, so sorry in advance for the mistakes. I hope you will enjoy it anyway.

Cheers!

Felix was shaking with exhaustion. Healing their mums and fighting the demon continuously had drained him. After the others had discovered it was all his fault he had not been able to really sleep, being kidnapped and than chased through the bush by a demon in the form of his own brother really didn't help matters.

But here they were, all four of them, surrounded by possessed friends and family. If he did not cast the spell now, they were all going to be fucked. Probably put out of existence, to be exact. And his three friends, if he was still aloud to call them that, knew it, it was evident in the panic in their eyes. Finally Andy found his cellphone, finally he hit play.

Felix felt a tug on his magic as the song started playing. Balling his fists tightly to ground himself, his nails cutting into his palms, his eyes fixed on his unconscious brother, he started chanting. Jake, Andy and Sam joined in after he urged them to. He had to believe that Bates, Gerry and Phoebe would take care of Oscar, that the demon would leave as soon as they were gone. He had to believe that leaving would save the Oscar of this world.

Jake, Sam and Andy, they all wanted to go home, he got that, he really did. He could not help it that he would rather stay behind, where his brother could walk, where his mother smiled at him, where he had Phoebe to discover magic with, where she cared about him in a way his parents could not.

He felt the heat rising inside of him as the magic started to work. Similar to the time he cast the healing spell his heartbeat sped up and it felt like there was an ember glowing in the pit of his stomach, getting hotter and hotter, starting to hurt the louder they chanted, as if it was melting him from the inside out. Dizziness washed over him in waves, synchronized with the heatwaves rolling of his body as magic and elemental power were set free and used and instrumentalized, but he could not stop now, he had to make this right, he had to get them home.

The buzzing in his ears got louder and louder, until he could not hear the voices of the other three anymore, and yet he pushed on, put every last spark of his magic into the spell.

Finally he felt the shift. In the blink of an eye Oscar was gone, the demon and his current vessels, too, the things set up around the altar were untouched. The ground felt harder, not sludgy because the recent storm brought upon the forest by the restoring demon. He lost his footing and with the next intake of breath they were all lying on the ground, groaning just like after that first tumble down the slope when he had ‚lost' the map. Jake, Sam and Andy slowly got to their feet.

Felix tried to follow suit, but in that moment a blazing pain exploded behind his eyes, sending him tumbling back to the ground.

His breath got caught in his throat, he felt like he was chocking on thin air and he could not gather the strength to get up again. He felt flushed all over, and he was sure if he stayed much longer in one place, he would simply melt into the ground. There was this annoying croaking sound on the edge of his consciousness and only after he noticed that it paused whenever he gasped for the little air he could get his lungs to inhale, he understood that it was himself. „…lix!" „What's…sson?" They sounded faint, interrupted by a crackling in his ears, as if he was hearing them through the static of a broken radio, annoying, yet he tried to cling onto them, pull his mind back into consciousness.

There was a touch, on his shoulders, on his back, there was a hand around his right wrist, on his pulsepoint, a high-pitched voice uttered something about a racing heart and didn't he know it, he could fell his blood rushing through his veins, pulsing with every beat of his heart. A hand gently cupped his face and pulled back again abruptly. „…burnt my…" The hand was back soon enough, gentle, now with a layer of cloth avoiding skin to skin contact. „Felix,… rrreyes forrrm…" Jake's voice, so close to him, so urgent. He could sense the panic in it and so he tried, because there was the possibility that it had not worked, that there was still a demon trying to erase them from existence. Prying his eyes open took an inhumane amount of energy, he did not manage to open them to more than slits, seeing the blurry shape of Jake's face hovering above him, and he gathered all his strength to ask: „Are you'k? 'S the demon ‚ere?" His tongue was heavy and dry and felt just wrong in his mouth as he strained it to form the words. He knew that fighting that demon again would kill him, hell, maybe only faster because it sure felt like he was dying right now. He was ok with that though, if it meant that this was over, if it meant that his parents could say his name without frowning again, if it meant… „What? No!", he clung to Jakes voice, eyes fixated on his lips trying to read the words that he missed. „No, I think it worked, I think we are back." Thank goodness, Felix thought, and lost his grip, his eyes slipping shut again, the rushing in his ears turning louder again. „No, wait" „Felix!" „Hang on, dude!" All three of them, and they did sound so urgent, but he just could not hold on anymore, felt himself slipping away, for a second the image of Oscars hand slipping out of his grip flashed for his eyes, his hand twitching with the memory, and then there was nothing but heavy blackness lying on his conscience.