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The slow sun began to rise and split past the cold and horrific snow covered expanse above, which had dotted out the stars over night. The lightning and thunder had fallen away and been lost to the blizzard storm. The flakes of snow had begun to fall a lot more viciously now that it was coming even closer towards the end of the term and during the season.

He sat up bolt right as his scream shook the house hold. He could feel his vocal chords stretching out making the walls almost rattle as cracks desired to course through them. He kicked violently with as much force as he could muster with both good leg to get his constricting quilts away. He didn't want anything on him. It felt like the quilt had become some kind of constricted cobra around his body.

Not again. He thought as tears began to stream down his cheeks. His hands clamped over them as his breath seemed to stutter. His heart was a flutter with uncontrolled panic which the nightmare had stabbed into him. I really need to get Mom to help me with these nightmares. The boy thought as he ran a hand through his damp and shaggy black locks of silky hair.

He flinched back slightly when the lights on the ceiling burst into life as his chest rose and fell drastically. He had to get himself back into a calm state. His Mom seeing him like this was going to help no one! "Luke?" The door of his bedroom flew open as a woman stared at him for a second before quickly walking over and taking a seat at his side on the corner of the bed. Her soft, hazel nut, brown hair glinted in the early dawn light as the light washed through the cloud cover. "Baby it's okay." She coed softly as she looked at him but his heart was pumping to fast. However the boy's sight was blurry and everything seemed as though the entire world was swirling around him.

Luke was glad when the usual prepared morning sickness bag was handed out to him and the boy gagged and retched on his own vomit. "Listen to my breathing Luke." The woman whispered. "Listen to the tune that follows. Listen to the song." She said softly and let out a low breath which began to morph into a gentle tune which began to fill the smaller boy as though he was a bucket and the music was water.

The same tune that her father and mother had sung to her when she was a baby.

It took a few moments but eventually Luke's breathing finally came back under his control and then broke into sobs. He hated that he was showing his emotions! He hated showing it up in front of someone. "M-Mother." His hands curled into fists as he pulled the covers of the bed over himself a bit more. His glare was so deadly that it could have burnt through the very spot he had focused on. "Can I just be by myself for a bit." He pleaded quietly.
"What happened?" His mother whispered. "Was it those nightmares again?"
"Yes." He admitted. "There was a boy there too. I don't know what the hell it was. It was worse than anything I've been in before."

She examined him for a moment with wary and worried eyes. "Well it was all just a dream." His mother slowly looked at her son softly. Her deep Brown strands of hair was dishevelled from the instant awakening and adrenaline which had been running through her at her son's screams. "Do you want some hot chocolate?" She whispered comfortingly but Luke shook his head. "Okay then... if you want you can call off going out with Clyde and your friends today and stay in home to get some rest instead of going to school." She slowly stood wrapping her robe around herself a bit tighter. After all this time he still has these nightmares. The woman thought with a sigh. It had been like this since the Earth had been put back in place... actually... it seemed to get worse after seeing her new Doctor... Sometimes she wished that man was still here so she could ask for his help. "Okay baby." she nodded with a smile and slowly walked out the door, still keeping a cautious eye on him till the door had closed.

However Luke just looked back over at his calender: December the 15th 2014. Only a couple of days left of school, then he would be moving off to somewhere else for the Christmas term, then he would just have to be getting through the holidays till he could go to his new school! Somewhere there was no memories of everything around him. Yes there was so many amazing things out there to be held into view from the universe! So many shinning and bright, beautiful things!

But there were also so many nightmares.

So many dark things which crept from the evil and blackness which radiated fear into the pits of the universe. They leaked the things of unquenchable fear and hatred across so many stars. Inspiring such destruction as no one or nothing has ever seen before. So many things that Luke had tried to study and understand, so that he too, one day could be ready.

But he wanted to live a normal life. He didn't want to be the freak creation which had gotten lucky by being found by his mother. He just wanted to go out and live his own life. Not restraint by the fear that any second, a Judoon may come crashing through the door. A Dalek may drop out the sky. But that was his life. He was Luke Smith. The boy who's mother fought and helped aliens-

"Luke?" A voice called from down stairs. He almost missed it as the sound of the voice completely as the sound of wind whipping against the now frosted windows and down pour of snow seemed to be the most dominant noise. "You're going to be late sweet heart." His mother continued, he could hear the worry behind her tone more than anything else. "Are you sure you don't want me to call Clyde and-"
"I'm fine." He sat up and swung his legs out the side of his bed.
"Okay." The uncertain reply came after a while.

He glanced out the window and waited for the sound of a car pulling out the driveway and fading down the road before he finally shook his head. He ran a hand through the mess of brown fringe and massaged his scalp gently as blinked a couple of times, trying to keep the sleep at the bay of his vision. It wasn't as though he really had anything planned for today anyway. School would be just the teachers sitting back in their chairs while the students sat around and gossiped to each other about their plans for the Christmas break.

But either way, going there would be better than sitting around here and moping all day. He thought to himself and sighed before pushing himself to his feet and letting the last bit of blanket slowly slide away from his bare figure and slide to the floor.

The cold air brushed of his exposed body and his arm went defensively around his torso in reaction. He wasn't really against the cold, but he certainly didn't exactly leap with joy over the fact, when it was. But now as he ran his hand down his smooth and lean torso, tracing the goosebumps as he went, he couldn't help but feel as though something was missing. Something important, seemed to just not be there for him. But touch was something he had found himself questioning about, a lot more lately. How it could provide something of a clue to him. Something he just couldn't quite explain factually.

Something just about how a touch could move across his skin... it intrigued him how it could set his nerves a light all the more brightly.

He shook his head free of the thought and stumbled to the nearby bathroom, taking a small glance at his slightly pale reflection and bed head before turning the heat up in the shower and blasting the water in a large jet stream.

He was barely able to stop himself from letting the small gasp escape his lips as he let the warm water run over his face and sink into his bones. The warmth spread through him, rapidly chasing away any lingering cold. "Just get through these last couple of days." He said quietly to himself. "Just a couple of days."

-Break-

It had been going pretty much okay after that for a bit. He got out the shower and did himself a steaming drink. His fingers trembled around the now hot mug. That had made him feel better for a bit. Slightly more relaxed and calm with the warmth inside of him. A towel wrapped around his waist as he turned on the radio and lent forward slightly, listening with the greatest of all intents as to what was going on.

No warning about a planet in the sky. No reports of people suddenly changing their faces. No exclamations of the sun turning out.

A quiet. Peaceful morning.

He looked down at his watch and examined the time. He had about half an hour to get ready before he had to leave, or he could just leave now and take a small wonder through the field and park, something that he always did love to do whenever he had the long and free chance to. He found it so much more calm there.

The only problem was that Sky followed him, on that moment when he wanted nothing more than to just let the jumbled and tumbling thoughts of his mind be put to rest. It wasn't as though he was never happy? Oh boy was he! He was attending one of the best schools he could hope to go to. He had a loving mother and sister... two great friends.

But that's where the empty feeling seemed to gape open.

Sure Rani and Clyde were great friends... but did they count? They were really, almost family. So by logic, that would mean that... he only had family.

Did that mean that he had no friends?

He shook his head slowly and drank the rest of the warm fluid, moving his hand across his brow as he felt a small headache coming on. He was over thinking again. Everything was not as it should be in his head. He needed to just shut it all off for a bit. Forge any troubles which might come from the day. Forget anything that may cause him trouble and just-

"Hey Luke!" A small voice chirped.

He smiled outwardly of course, but inside his body was still aching.

There stood his little sister staring up at him with that always curious look. Her hair curling at the front in two mirroring spirals which twirled down past her shoulders while the rest fell in a tangled flow down her back as again she tilted her head, painted with the crave for basic knowledge as she studied her older brother's face. Her startling eyes were diving deeper and deeper into her own understanding, trying to relate the sharp turn that Luke had made to look down at her with that impassive and restraint look of his own.

She couldn't help but notice the way that he was also dressed... completely out of the norm for him at least.

Her brother always normally stuck well to his shirts or a jacket, but the low neck jumper dipped just past his collar bone, while the collar of it, curled around his neck. The creamy colour was almost on par with the snow outside. He was wearing skinny jeans and his usual stylish converse trainers. This was a complete normal change from his usual clothes. He must be really feeling the cold. She kept studying him further and further. The way he was ever so tensely stood. The smile that he tried to put out to her seemed to waver rather weakly. He's never been the same since coming home from Oxford. She sighed to herself. He used to smile for real, now he never does that any more. Her thoughts trailed away as the light in the kitchen flickered. The microwave began to churn around and Luke now let out the exasperated sigh so that his sister could hear. "Sky you're doing it again." He turned away and lent back on the kitchen counter top. His fingers tracing the various marks in the wood, trying as much as he could not to meet her gaze.

But that didn't stop her from pressing her thoughts out. "Why are you so sad Luke?" She asked with a plain and wondering face. Making sure to take a seat on the wood surface next to him so that her questioning couldn't be avoided.
"Sky, now isn't the time-"
"But you just look so tired all the time!" Her eyes went slightly wide as she tried to hold his gaze. Her dark brown eyes full of pleading in desperation to try and figure out what was wrong with him.
"Sky. Not. Now." He shook his head and looked down at his watch. Thankful for the fact that he had the chance to get out of there and an excuse to get away.
"But Luke!"
"I'll see you tonight Sky." He shook his head, kissing her forehead lightly before walking out the door and not turning back to see the sad look painted over her face as she watched him vanish down the snow and ice covered street.

-Break-

Luke just wanted there to be complete silence.

Sure it was a nice sight that those on the street were all gathering with their families out front, messing about in the deep snow. Laughing with each other as they would lob snowballs in each other's direction.

Hell, even Rani was bouncing about by her father who was trying to catch her with a large lob of snow. "Hey Luke!" She called, offering one of her bright smiles but the boy just nodded awkwardly, offering a small smile of his own in response before shoving his hands in his pocket and directing his gaze back down at the floor of the street.

It was no surprise to see Clyde coming out of the house behind her as he watched them both from the corner of his eyes. Watching how Clyde wrapped his arms slowly around her waist and span her before both went tumbling down into the cold white blanket and began making snow angels. Laughing none stop with the brightest of happiness.

They had figured it out... something that Luke was missing out on. Something he couldn't recognise what was missing from inside of himself whenever he tried to figure out why he didn't feel like the others.

"Control yourself."

Why could being human just be so difficult sometimes!

"Crawling on your knees for it."

Why could anything be straight to him! He understood logic! He understood statistics, facts. Behaviour and social expectations... thy didn't

"Look out!"

Luke found himself staring up at the sky before his head collided with something hard and he went sprawling to the ground in a knot and mess of limbs. "Hey, you okay?"

Luke had to blink the stars out of his eyes, taking him a couple of minutes to regain his head back into a fair state. "Lay there any longer and you're going to become part of the snow cutie."
"W-What?!"

Luke propped himself up on his elbows to come gaze level with the boy who had taken a gentle crouch in between his legs, among the mess of their fall in front of him. A strong yet tender hand supported itself on his back as it helped him sit up with a bit more confidence as he rubbed his head and blew the locks of his hair out of his eyes. "Wha-What?!" He just whispered again.

He stared up at the sight of a grinning boy. Spikes of hypnotic golden hair were brushed forward on his head, while the sides and back were cut short. His eyes were the most dazzling and deep green that Luke had ever seen. His skin was a smooth and lightly tanned peach colour which seemed so strange among the surroundings of white blizzard town. His teeth were as pearly white as the snow but held a warm gesture behind them. He was dressed in a loose black shirt and some shirts, with little next to nothing on his feet. Goosebumps were spread along his arms and he had the most dazzling smile Luke had ever seen in his life. "You should have been looking out." He laughed softly.

That sound... why did the simple resonate of a laugh sound so good to Luke?

"Aren't you cold?" Luke wondered bluntly as he saw the lean figure of the athletic legs the boy had. He was rather skinny though had subtle tones of muscle over different areas of his body. On first look, if Luke hadn't been this close, he would have passed the boy off for being scrawny. However his breath still hitched for some reason as he felt his chest go tight. His eyes widened fractionally to stare at that face. "How hard did you knock that head?" The boy managed between laughs then softly began to sing as he stood up and pulled Luke up with him.

Luke didn't really know what to say as he watched the boy just move back towards the set of spilled boxes he must have been carrying before they had crashed into each other. "Here let me help you-"
"Oh it's okay." He shrugged, placing them back inside the driveway once he had brushed the dust off his clothes. "I was only getting them for the sake of finding something to wear."
"Oh good, I thought you hadn't noticed the weather."

The boy just laughed again and shook his head. "You're funny kid."
"Kid?"

He frowned slightly. They were both the same age!

"Okay." The boy nodded. "So not big on the nicknames eh cutie? Oh well. We're not all perfect." He shrugged. Still his voice sounded like he was singing.
"I've never seen you around here before." Luke said, still trying to find something to bring up as a reasonable conversation piece for them. But to be honest he was still just staring at the boy, not realising he had followed him into his house till the boy called. "Close the door behind you, there's a blizzard out there if you didn't notice." He smiled. "Go take a seat in the kitchen. I'll check you out in a minute."
"Excuse me?" Luke called, watching the boy disappear into the next room.

He didn't know why he could feel a warmth growing in his cheeks or why his chest felt as though it was getting tighter... why was his palms sweaty?

"I'll check out that bump on your head." The boy stuck his head out from the doorway of a connecting room, giving a cheeky smile before disappearing back inside to the sound of what Luke thought was him rummaging frantically through boxes.

The kitchen he was inside was rather nice. It had a marble island sat at the centre of the room while the cupboard and counter tops were edged around it. Sinks, a large fridge, but most of all, eye catching in the room was the large windows which lead out onto the massive back garden. "I always wanted to have a large back garden... I guess this house may be what gets my hopes up to be able to finally work on one."

Luke snapped his head back to see the boy stood there staring straight onto the set white garden. The smell of fresh paint across the walls was filling his nose faster and faster. He only noticed because he had directed his look to anywhere but the boy's face as he had come over to him with an ice pack. "Ouch... looks like you got a bit of a nasty bump on the head." He whispered softly.
"I-I'm Luke... by the way." He finally said in a timid voice.
"Giving away your name so freely?" The boy smiled but rose an eyebrow. "Dangerous thing that. A name is power... well so really are words." He gently ran his thin fingers under Luke's chin and lifted the boy's gaze up to his own as he examined his eyes. Still he was singing that song quietly to himself. "Control yourself. Take only what you need from it." He sang over and over. Bobbing along to the rhythm which filled the room as he pressed play again on his phone. "MGMT, not your thing huh?" He smiled once he noticed Luke frowning again.
"I-I don't really have a lot of time for music... to busy with work from school."
"Oh. Speaking off which!"

The boy quickly ran over behind the door cover and began changing, leaving Luke to question himself why he was staring so intently when the boy walked back out, pulling his shirt down over his torso... but the main questioning came, was why Luke found his gaze go straight to the exposed skin before his face blushed again.

He was wearing a emerald shirt which was the same colour as his eyes. A black winter jacket coat which caught in the breeze and blew out slightly behind him as the boy closed the garden door and pulled his trainers on. "So you just moved in then?" Luke wondered, still waiting for the boy to give him a name.
"Sirena." The blond finally said. "That's always been my nickname. Sirena or lyric... I'll let you chose which one you like more."
"Siren?" Luke frowned as he translated the first one. "Why would they call you siren."
"I don't know. The girls called it me because they thought I stole their boyfriends with my singing." He chuckled.
"What?"
"Oh. It doesn't matter cutie. All you have to worry about is, yeah I'm your new neighbour." He smiled sweetly again, taking the ice off Luke's forehead. "You might get a bit of a bruise there... but nothing serious." He shrugged.
"Won't your parents have a problem with you bringing in some kid you've only just met into your house?"

At that the boy smiled a little sadly.

"They're at work... they're great people don't get me wrong." He corrected himself after seeing Luke's questioning look. "But... yeah, they have to work a lot. Means they are only really home in the evening." He shrugged. "Anyway, don't we have school?" He quickly backed himself up as Luke stood with wide eyes again but then turned a slight frown and questioning look back on the boy. "You're starting on the last week?" He wondered with suspicion.
"Yeah, I heard that there was double english at this place." The boy smiled self consciously. "I'm a bit of an drama and English Geek. Anyway... come on or we're gonna be late!" He exclaimed excitedly as he took Luke's hand and pulled the boy out the front door, making sure it closed and locked before running down the street laughing.

Luke just stared in wonder at the boy in front of him. He was coming into school, just because he had heard his favourite subject was on the schedule for the day?

His chest tightened and his face exploded into a rose red blush.

What was this boy doing to him?!

However, for as much as Luke was enjoying himself.

He had no idea that back home in the attic, Mr Smith slowly opened up to revealing his scanner showing an alert.

There was an alien presence here... coming from Bannerman road.

And it was anything but friendly.