To Hell if I wasn't going to do one of these little beauties.

Alright, this is quite obviously AU and it will also be quite obviously Default/Aiden. For the purposes of how I tell stories and my own personal afflictions I'm lowering both ages. But I refuse to make them the same age. Here I imagine Default in his very early twenties, perhaps twenty-two, and Aiden to be more around twenty-nine/thirty.

Lastly, I'm going got a Steampunk-esc AU, I decided to just state that blatantly in case some people don't understand where I'm coming from.

Jay Marcowicz slouches idly in the carriage, the sun was low beyond the satin-lined, mahogany doors, casting shadows against his face. His hair was thin and dark, neatly trimmed to his own displeasure. He was a small, young man, skinny and agile. He remembered when he was a child his family members would call him "their little mouse" because of it. Jay had responded saying he'd rather be a rat. When asked why, he said that rats were scarier than mice, and he wanted to be scary.

He was unlike others. The young man was born with a gift, (At least he believed it was a gift) the ability to manipulate objects around him. Few were given the ability, but those rare few possessed abnormal eyes. Jay's eyes were piercing blue, brighter than any polished crystal.

Jay glances over at his mother, an aging woman dressed in an elaborate, lacey dress with a face hardened from years of hating her son's abilities. She denounced him ever practicing them, hell-bent on keeping him as traditionally normal as possible. Despite this, his whole life was spent in isolation, no friends, and no social events. The young psychic believed it to be the worse decision they could have ever made. Keeping him alone, with only his obnoxious family as company, it only made him want to channel his powers more. With varying degrees of success.

Almost unconsciously, Jay pulls over his satchel left on the carriage floor, retrieving several carved, wooden cubes. They were one of the many products of unadulterated boredom he had to endure during his early childhood. The cubes lift from his palm, floating in a rhythmic circle.

"Jay B. Marcowicz!"

Upon hearing the vicious snap of his full name, Jay jumps a little in his seat. However, the cubes he held up shot like rapid arrows in various directions, smacking against the walls in disharmonious clinks. He looks at his mother's cold glare blankly.

"What?" He says in anticipation. He knew what he was about to hear.

"I've told you enough times. I should see none of that…magic. You need to control yourself!" She says, leaning back. There was sympathy in the back of her bitterness, even if it was way back. Jay knew that she wanted to love him, but every ounce of her instinct told her to call him an outcast. This, the son could not ignore, however, didn't at all excuse her from his frustration. She didn't understand, he didn't use his powers because he couldn't control it, he used them because he wanted to use them.

"Mother, tell me again where we are going?" Jay asks, not about to have the same blasted argument again, he'd rather just change the subject.

The woman smiles, clearly happy about the change. Jay would be surprised if she wasn't tired of the exchange as well. She says, "Chicago, dear."

Chicago. That's right. Jay remembers his parents speaking about it to a couple of their friends. It was an enormous city, one of the first to convert after the Revolution. It was divided into five districts from richest to poorest, from the most technologically advanced to almost medieval. He thought of the stories he heard about before the Revolution, when things were different, people dressed and acted different. They didn't cherish their Victorian ancestors, as his mother would say.

"That's a change," Jay speaks, "Since when did you guys like big cities?"

"We usually don't, but your father has a fantastic job offer, and…we thought it would good for you to have a little bit more freedom," his mother explains, "Chicago has many opportunities for a musical career."

Jay couldn't help but smile for a moment. If there was anything he was thankful for, it was his parents getting him into music. He could very well enjoy it more than his powers, composing, writing, listening to melodies. But there was something else he was interested in.

"What about the Fox?" Jay asks, just speaking the name made him excited. Although his mother could only look at him with worry.

"The Fox? He is just a rumor—"

"Then why has there been so much uproar about him? No, mother, he's real. And he's like me! I'm not stupid."

"He's nothing like you, Jay! He is a menace to our society. You are not a monster like him. You…you won't be—"The mother stops, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing, "I want you to be happy here, maybe meet some friends, perhaps a nice young woman—"

"Or many some cute guys," Jay interrupts with a cheeky grin. There was no point in being subtle anymore. He was way past the point of being subtle.

His mother puts her head in her gloved hands, falling silent. Jay simply continues his grin, leaning back and watching out the window. The Fox was a legendary psychic, he's heard stories of him going against all the new principles, stopping crime despite it. He sounds pretty damn attractive.

The rest of the trip was in an awkward silence. Jay spent his time fantasizing about the vigilante criminal. The rumors he heard were all different. Some say he was a menace, an enemy, that's what his mother thought. Others thought he was a hero, stopping gangs and evil by any means necessary.

Whatever he was, Jay is determined to find him.

The carriage stops with a jolt in front of a rather fancy-looking apartment complex. Jay could practically feel the hot steam from the factories, the vibration of grinding gears under his feet. He could imagine the new beat in his mind, smiling.

"Jay…" His mother speaks, plucking one of his wooden cubes that had begun to float in the air, looking at him with a pointed look.

"I can't help it," He defends with a shrug.

The mother looks at him with a softer expression, "Why don't you go for a walk. The Loop is a great place for wandering, I hear."

The very proposition of his mother letting him go off on his own was stunning enough, let alone in a completely unknown city. Jay grins again, "I think I'll do that." He starts to leave but his mother catches his arm.

"Contacts, remember?"

Jay groans loudly, lying back on the plush carriage seat, he whines, "But those hurt!"

"No whining, here," The woman hands him a contact case, "Your eyes are really easy to notice, you know."

"I know," Jay pouts, sticking the uncomfortable devices in his eyes. They made them look very dull. He liked his eyes, they were sexy unlike the pale contacts he had now. He takes no time jumping out of the carriage, blinking rapidly. Large, brick buildings towered around him, it smelled of gasoline and rainfall. A strange combination, but oddly, the young man was unintimidated. He walks from the carriage, taking time to look back at the horses that drove it. They were animatronic. The young man couldn't remember the last time he saw a living, breathing horse now-a-days.

He wanders around the sidewalks, watching the crowds of people pass by him. There are so many, hundreds and hundreds of them. He has never seen so many people in one place before. Perhaps that's because he was never able to meet people.

He finds a small café and enters curiously. He wasn't much for eating, despite his mother's nagging. Most of his meals consisted of granola bars and chips than anything else. However, the muffins inside the display case looked particularly amazing. He steps toward the glass, eyeing the pastries with interest. The server watches him with a smile, she was a cute girl, her hair braided tightly and a pair of goggles lifted above her forehead.

"Haven't seen anyone like you here. Are you from out of town?" She asks.

Jay looks up, "Ah, yeah. Is it that obvious?"

The girl shrugs, "I've seen all kinds of people walk through here. You just seem different…"

Jay can only think to shrug in response when radio begins blaring a loud siren before quieting. The café girl plugs her ears, "I wish the emergency announcements were so obnoxious…"

Considering how the girl spoke, it sounds like these "emergency announcements" happen often. And if that were the case, it didn't seem quite so urgent. Regardless, Jay listens in.

"This is a ctOS security announcement. A high speed police pursuit is underway of an alleged gang member. Citizens are requested or stay clear of Lincoln until the assailant is apprehended"

"A police chase?" Jay smiles, this place was already eons more exciting than his last town. He quickly exits the café, ignoring the girl's warnings that they were actually on Lincoln.

Right as the Jay steps out onto the sidewalk he hears sirens. He turns toward the stretch of road beyond. A hover bike suddenly screams around the corner along with several police flying past.

Jay watches them close in, his eyes concentrating on the bike. He hated hover bikes, they were hardly controllable and scared the living daylights out of him. More importantly, that must be the gang member the police were chasing.

The young man made a split-second decision, concentrating on the bike, he pours all of his focus into it, adding a little hatred for anything two-wheeled into it.

"Come on…stop….stop…" Jay mutters.

Just as the bike passes him, on hover pad suddenly breaks, spinning the man onboard out of control. He bails, rolling just a foot away from Jay, who stares, shocked that he even accomplished breaking the bike in the first place.

The police cars stop, men in dark uniforms pouring out. Within seconds, several tiny blue lasers were targeted on the man slowly standing. Jay knew the blue meant stunning, like Tasers or darts while red meant you'd be dead. The criminal slowly holds up his hands breathlessly, he looked disheveled, a number of tattoos covering his face. His greyish eyes dart toward Jay and back at the police.

One cop steps closer, his gun trained on him, "Keep your hands up, you are under arrest."

The man's eyes once again dart to Jay. Swiftly, he wraps and arm around the young man. Jay gasps as he is yanked back against him, feeling something cold touching the side of his head. It was a gun, he knew that much. And it probably wasn't on stun.

"Don't get any closer! I'll fucking kill him!" The criminal growls, pressing the gun harder against Jay's head. The young man wiggles around, trying to get out of the man's grip. He was usually able to get out of grips with how small he was, but this guy was desperate, and Jay was the only thing keeping him free at the moment. He wasn't going to let go any time soon.

The police exchange a number of looks. Slowly they begin lowering their guns. Jay felt himself being dragged backward. He tries to break free with another burst of energy, but nothing worked. Panic reared within him. He was going to die, he was going to get his head blasted off and left in a bloody heap in the alley he now saw he was getting pulled into.

The alley stretched to a corner where a car waited, floating just above the ground. The criminal sighs in relief. Jay concluded that he must have asked for the car.

"Are you gonna let me go now?" Jay asks, trying to keep the shakiness from his voice. There was no point in trying to use his powers, he couldn't do anything like this. He needed complete concentration.

"Shut up!" The man says, looking behind him back down the alley. Police sirens were still blaring, but no men have moved yet.

The door opens on the car, a man stepping out. He was wearing a dark coat, what looked like gold splattered down from his shoulder. The coat wasn't properly buttoned, there was a deep copper colored sweater beyond it. Jay could just barely see the collar of it. The man was turned away, the bill of his hat shadowing his face half-covered by a scarf.

"Wait—who are you?" The criminal demands, his gun beginning to twitch away from Jay but stays put.

The man conjures up a set of keys, "The driver. Chris said you needed a car and I got you one," there was a beat of pause, "Who is the kid?"

The criminal looks down at Jay then back, "My bike got fucked up somehow, had to grab him. Hey—are you new or something?"

"Is there really time for that? Just drop him." The man says casually, circling around the car. The criminal scoffs, and Jay feels himself released from his grip. He stares between them, beginning to bolt back down the alley.

"You know what, fuck it," Jay hears the voice of the criminal speak just before a splitting pain erupts from his ankle. He collapses with a scream, looking back at his ankle bleeding quickly onto the asphalt.

"That wasn't necessary," The driver growls. Jay could just see the man behind the criminal.

"Why not? I already fucked up the job, boss is gonna kill me for that…" He turns facing the driver for the first time. He sucks in a breath, "Oh shit—"

Jay was already fading in and out of consciousness, the pain in his ankle was getting worse the shock of impact interrupting his breathing. He was going to die. That's what it felt like at least.

He tries to focus his attention back on the two men, but now there was only one, the driver. He seemed to be placing something in his coat before turning and heading straight for Jay. Darkness again.

The young man forces himself back away, seeing the driver looking down at him. His eyes were a livid green, like emerald. Abnormally bright.

"You poor thing," The man says, there was something in his tone that was naturally rough and condescending, however, there was some part of it that was genuine.

He tries to speak, but his mouth was dry. He closes his eyes, listening to sirens screaming in the distance as he lets himself go.

-WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-

Jay wakes gasping, shooting up to the dull light of a bedroom. It was very plain, the bed he sat in was free of linin and the shelves were empty. He feels a numbness in his ankle, suddenly remembering everything that happened, he looks over at it.

The wound was very neatly bandaged, however his pant leg suffered a large blood stain and a bullet hole. But, someone clearly healed him.

"That man…" Jay mutters to himself, "Those eyes…" Well, the first thing he thought of at the moment was how beautiful he thought they were, the second was that they were psychic eyes. He looks over at the nightstand. There was small piece of paper laying on it. He takes it, unfolding the message.

You're Welcome was all it said, along with a strange symbol. A symbol Jay has scene before: a fox head.

Jay folds the paper back up, staring across the room at the plain, opposite wall, a light blush forming on his cheeks.

So there it was. I did think of more of this story but only if people want me to continue. It was certainly fun to write XD I know this was pretty long too and I don't know if any of you like that, I usually can't stop myself. :p

PLEASE R&R, it REALLY helps me, I'll take suggestions, all that.

Love you all, ta-ta :)