Update: Hey fans! So, it's a while and I sincerely apologize. I will be adding minor touch-ups to chapters 1 and 2, mainly fixing grammatical and spelling errors; not changing much to the story. But you'll probably want to reread it again anyway because it's been so long and it's a great story if I do say so myself. I take extreme in this story since I love the show and am very passionate about how the story continues.

Bringing Down the House, part 2 is basically episode 11 of Kyle XY Season 3. Like many fans of the show, I am sure, it was upsetting to find out it was canceled and with all that build up and zero closure. My continuing this story is all about closure, and most importantly determining if the Kessi ship will ever be a thing. Since watching the show a couple of times over and watching tv shows in general, my personal tactic to writing this story will be to make it feel somewhat like the actual show. Whereas every time a scene ends with a page break here, this represents fading to black for a commercial in the actual show. Simple as that.

Chapter 1: Shocking Revelations

"I'm going to tell Kyle I want him back."

The moment Amanda said what she did, Jessi felt an oncoming surge of hatred and rage well up inside her. But no, she quickly dissolved it, saving it for later stewing. Still, she knew Kyle would want to get back together with Amanda—it killed her to face this high probability. But she needed to hope.

At least, she would not allow herself to break down in front of Amanda. She regained control of the situation: After Jessi had finished downloading the rest of the interrupted files, she and Amanda left Latnok.

Coming around the corner, Amanda was right behind Jessi, fast-walking it to the Tragers. She couldn't wait to see Kyle and explain where she went, and maybe tell him how she feels before Amanda butts in.

"Wait," Amanda said. She was panting, clearly struggling to keep up with Jessi's quick pace.

Then Jessi halted: She was listening for Kyle's heartbeat or the Tragers' for that matter. She recognized a familiar beat after a few seconds—strained, weak. The house was dark and she couldn't sense any of the Tragers either; something was wrong. Then she picked up another sound with Kyle. When she knew who it was she started to panic.

Amanda grew impatient, having no idea of what was going on, or what Jessi was doing at that moment. "Hey. What's wrong? Why did we stop here?" her voice was so innocently clueless, Jessi just had to roll her eyes.

She whipped around to face Amanda now. Her hands gripped the blonde's sides, slightly shaking her, "Go back to your house and stay there. Do not come near the Tragers' house." Jessi's tone sounded so direct, it confused Amanda even more.

But then anger took hold: "No. I want to see Kyle." Jessi opened her mouth to protest but Amanda cut her off. "Besides, there's something not right here, things you're not telling me—and I'm going to find out." She took a bold step forward to prove her point of determination.

But Jessi was also determined, if not more. "No, it's too dangerous." She grabbed one of her arms to stop her. She was getting annoyed that Amanda wasn't listening to her.

"I have questions, and Kyle has answers. If he's in there, I'm not leaving until I get them."

"I said, go back."

"Let go of me."

"You're not listening to me."

"And neither are you."

"I'm warning you—this is for your own good: Go back to your house, now."

Amanda sighed, exasperated. "Fine." She yanked her arm away and left with an I-can't-believe-you look.

Jessi didn't have time to see if Amanda actually went inside her house; her mind turned to Kyle. She was worried about him. She approached the house cautiously as a lump began to form in her throat. She didn't want to think about what might have happened since she left. Upon reaching the doorknob, she noticed a crack in the door—not a good sign, she thought. She became terrified: it was almost like she was reliving the moment she discovered her mother was murdered. Except this time, it was Kyle, and there was no one else to hold her hand now.

She turned the knob, it was unlocked. She went in slowly. It was dark, but luckily Kyle had taught her beforehand to see in the dark so her eyes adjusted.

There was a commotion in the kitchen, and she silently crept toward the sounds: two males breathing heavily, a ruffling of clothes, a slam of something heavy pressed against the back wall, a familiar voice—gasping for air, like it was struggling to breathe.

Jessi paused when she heard a strained voice speak, "I'm your brother." It was definitely Cassidy's voice. But that did not make any sense to Jessi; nothing made sense anymore.

As if hearing his voice triggered something—the reason why she was there—she strode across the kitchen to where Kyle was holding up Cassidy. But just before she reached Kyle, she caught a glimpse of Cassidy weakly lift a remote-like device from his pocket. It all happened so fast for Jessi, to realize what Cassidy might end up doing to either of them.

"Kyle!" Jessi cried out. Kyle turned around to see her behind him. It was all she could think to do at the moment. But Kyle was still too stunned at Cassidy's words to notice the special taser being pulled out once more.

It was too late: Kyle got the first half of the shock but then Jessi stepped forward, to push Kyle out of the way—she pushed so hard that he joined the floor of broken glass that Cassidy had fallen on moments before. While Jessi got the majority of the damage.

Cassidy had set the taser to its highest setting and continued to electrify Jessi, who was unfortunately and conveniently wearing Sarah's Latnok ring feeling more than the amount of pain Kyle had experienced.

"Well ain't this a lovely surprise. Ah, I see you've got the ring back."

Jessi's whole body shook violently, then wobbled and fell to the floor, lifeless. Kyle finally got up, charging at Cassidy, and wrestling the weapon out of Cassidy's hands. They stumbled over table and chairs, to the granite-topped island, each one fighting for their lives.

Then, as if they needed another challenge, Amanda appeared at the entrance of the kitchen.

She gasped in shock, "Kyle?"

"Well ain't this a Merry Christmas." Cassidy lifted the taser in Amanda's direction, about to fire. Kyle's eyes widened in horror. He grabbed hold of Cassidy's arm, breaking a bone or two in the process of knocking the taser out of his hand at last.

"Amanda, please, help Jessi." Amanda went over to where Jessi was lying on the floor.

"Don't even bother, Sweetheart," Cassidy called after Amanda. "I think she's dead for good this time." A slight tone of enjoyment, he smiled through a mouth full of blood.

Kyle's anger flared at hearing that. He started to choke Cassidy using both hands, tighter and tighter. But then seeing that it was not satisfying, enough, he began punching at his face. Once felt good. Two felt even more gratifying. But three? Cassidy, getting more than a swollen face, already fallen to the ground, defeated—but not quite yet to Kyle. He continued to beat his enemy's face in.

Meanwhile, Amanda knelt beside Jessi, searching for a pulse. But she found none.

"Kyle, she's not breathing," Amanda said. Kyle didn't hear her, he had his own problems at present.

Cassidy groaned, turning to his side. "So, this is how it all ends, huh mate?"

Kyle was all ready to finish off Michael Cassidy—to finally be rid of him. As he swung his arm back like an arrow in a bow, a firm fist squeezing so tightly the whites of his knuckles showing, he was certain this one last blow would finish him.

A pair of heavy footsteps approached him. "Kyle." It was Foss. Kyle had been too distracted to notice or care. None of it mattered if the someone he cared about the most, died because of him.

"He's finished. Now let me take it from here." He placed a reassuring hand on Kyle's shoulder.

Kyle lowered his fist, but he didn't want to let it go, not now. He turned to the side. "No. you have always been taking care of things for me, Foss."

"It's my job," Foss reasoned.

"Not anymore. I can take care of myself without your help."

"Like you did tonight?" He looked to where Jessi was. Foss and Amanda's eyes met briefly. And what about Jessi?" Foss continued to raise his voice with each question. Amanda was staring at this man she had never seen before that somehow Kyle knew.

"Kyle."

"This isn't your decision! This is all my fault—my responsibility! I have to fix this. Alone."

"What's gotten into you, Kyle?" Foss wondered where this new Kyle was coming from.

"I don't have to answer to you, Foss. Not anymore."

Foss couldn't understand what he was hearing. "Look, I know you have always wanted to help people, place their needs first. But you also have to allow others to help you. You can't do it alone. Let me help you."

Kyle returned to his senses gradually, lessening his grip until it was no longer a fist. "What do I do, Foss?" He looked up at Foss, tired and helpless.

"Go help Jessi," Foss said simply, patting him on the back reassuringly.

Reluctantly, Kyle got up to leave Cassidy in Foss' hands. He bent down to kneel beside Jessi, with Amanda on the other side of her.

"How is she?" His voice was fraught with pain and worry.

"I—I tried CPR but she's still not breathing. Kyle," She had to stop herself then—act as if she did not have a million questions buzzing in her head, and that the conversation of Foss and Kyle meant nothing at all. She knew better—this was not the time.

Kyle rummaged through his brain trying to come up with solutions: Jessi was zapped by the taser, the same as he but for a longer period of time; she was unconscious, non-responsive, not breathing—but he knew she had to be alive. If there was only a way to revive her—then he recalled through his haze of panic the only thing he could do that might work—should work—a power surge like he had done before. Kyle knew this would require more effort but it was worth a try—for Jessi. He began to absorb the electrical energy around him, then releasing it into Jessi's seemingly dead body. Amanda watched with astonishment; she knew very little of the many unusual stunts he could do—but nothing like this had ever crossed her mind.

Past the point of exhaustion, Kyle continued a little longer before stopping altogether. Then he waited. He noticed Jessi gradual breathing; the life beginning to return to her body.

Relieved he was able to bring her back to life once more, he was anxious to hear her voice. "Jessi. Can you hear me?"

"Kyle." Her voice sounded weak, her eyes still closed.

"Jessi, stay with me. Please." He moved a few strands of hair from her face. Jessi tried opening her eyes and smiled as she listened to him. "I'm going to make things right again. I promise." He nervously ran his fingers through his own hair.

"Tell Amanda the truth. You owe her that." She closed her eyes once more.

"No. Jessi? No! I love you!"

Amanda became frozen on hearing that. Then a few seconds of eerie silence, when Kyle realized Amanda was still there, she was hastily sent home. She didn't protest. She was simply stunned. She refused to believe anything that just happened until she got home.

Foss returned from dispatching Cassidy, walking in as Amanda walked out; he called back the Tragers. The Trager family observed the damage of their home, focusing in on Kyle and Jessi on the floor of the kitchen.