Disclaimer: I do not own Continuum or any of these programs.

Authors Warning (note) This is has trigger warnings about , blood, suicide, self-harm, and depression, and murder. – however if you happen to watch most TV crime shows I doubt that would bother you.

b) a bisexual/ homo/ poly / pan/ sexual fiction – if you don't like it, don't read it and spend the time contemplating why .

Chapter 1 – Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

Alec Sadler the CEO of Piron shivered in the cold air, waiting on the empty street to meet his step brother, he kept an eye out for the terrorist. He had wanted to meet somewhere more protected but his step brother didn`t trust him. Alec breathed out, the feeling was completely mutual.

"Alec, you wanted to talk to me?"

Alec spun, facing him was Julian, in a coat, something Alec had forgot to bring. The smirk that Julian painted on his face was aggravating to the young inventor. He cleared his throat. "Theseus."

"I never asked to be called that Alec, now did you have a reason for hacking that phone or did you just want to betray me again?" Julian was obviously looking for signs of police or Kiera Cameron.

"I never betrayed you. You're the terrorist."

"Yet somehow I'm not the one who allows his company to run rampant."

He hadn't even looked at Alec in the face yet, he was still glancing around. "Julian look at me, I promise I haven't set up a trap."

"Yeah, well last time you said something like that I ended up with a gun in my face. So excuse me for not taking your word that seriously."

"Julian, I came here to try to get you to stop being a terrorist. You've already ruined your life by taking this road."

"I've already been on it long enough to ruin my life, why should I stop?" He walked over to a wall, leaning on the concrete, seemingly mindless of the dust. "Haven't got anything to lose, have I? Might as well see where it ends as it's all I've known."

Alec ran his fingers through his curls, tugging on the edge of his business suit, he used the one thing that he knew would affect Julian. "What about what Mum has to lose? Huh? Ever thought of that?"

Julian bit his lip, looking down. Alec took it as a sign he had struck home. "She already lost her husband, she's already been shot because of you. Do you know how many things she's sacrificed for you? You have to stop putting her in more danger."

Julian's hair covered his face, and he turned away from Alec "You're right. I'll make sure no one will look for me that no one will hurt her again, trying to get to me. Just do me one favour." He had started to walk away.

"What?" Called Alec after him, but not moving towards Theseus. He could only think of Julian in those terms now.

"Tell mom I'm sorry."

He walked away, leaving Alec watching his disappearing back, going back to whatever the terrorist now called home. Leaving them both alone in their thoughts.

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A chalk outline went around were the body of someone Carlos had known since joining the force had lied, splatters of blood scatter the floor around, making it impossible to go near the area to look. The smell of alcohol filled the stale apartment air.

"The victim died by having a miniature explosion in his chest, so far I don't know the source." The Other Kiera tapped him on the shoulder. "Are you listening Carlos?"

"Yeah, yeah just trying to figure out who did this. He wasn't the best cop on the street but other than Liber8 he didn't make many enemies."

She looked at him "You think Liber8 did this?"

"Well it seems a bit more likely than some random kid with a grudge developing powers – your phones ringing Kiera."

She picked it up "Hello Agent Cameron- hey Alec."

She winced "fine then Mister Sadler, I'm kind of in the middle of something so I would prefer leaving this discussion till later- oh, there is something else?" She raised her brows at Carlos. Suddenly her mouth dropped, Carlos could only image what was going on.

"Alec, did he threaten you?"

"Are you in danger- What-." She stopped mid-sentence. The look of stone spreading all over her face.

"He's a terrorist Alec, your mother knows that, the only reason people would care his because of his followers doing something crazy."

There was a buzzing from the other side of the phone, even Carlos could hear it 3 feet away.

"We'll take precautions, it's not your fault, the last time I saw him he was already showing symptoms, Goodnight Alec." She hung up.

Carlos furrowed his brow in worry "What's up?"

She turned and looked at him with ice cold eyes. "Julian Randol, had been showing symptoms for depression for a while, I hadn't thought much of it. Alec apparently said something that made it worse. Hopefully the city will still be standing tomorrow and we'll search for him."

"He only what, 18? He's seen his father die because of him, he's seen his step-mom hurt and has fired a gun himself, that's before the building or anything else. I guess everything has caught up to him, I hope he doesn't go off the rails."

She twitched "I believe, he's already crossed the line between his alright, and his train wreck."

Carlos unlocked the freezer, he had to move the bod tonight, and he loaded it into the trunk, the body of his partner, the body of the Kiera Cameron he knew. The cold flesh felt so unreal, like rubber. He quickly put it in the trunk of his car, knowing that all the old haunts in this area were going to get search looking for the cop's murderer.

He closed the trunk door and sighed running a tired hand through his hair. He heard a quiet thud, jerking him to alertness. He shifted his gun in his holster, and crept around the car.

He looked around for a sign of someone else, but so far the only one in the main room was his shadow. There in another freezer room, one that had stopped functioning and had a busted lock. But what was knew was the trickle of red from the door. He approached the door holding his gun ahead, waiting for something to jump out at him. His heart seem to pound slightly in his chest. He turned into the entrance gun pointed, ready to shoot whatever was there.

He was pointing at a teenager, perhaps someone in their early twenties with their hood up of a gray coat, apparently sitting in by a box. They must have lived in the building awhile. He lowered his gun and called out "What are you doing here kid?"

He received no reply.

"Kid, look if you want to clear out now's the time, by morning this area will be flooded by cops." Carlos then noticed where the red was coming from. "Are you okay?"

Again no answer.

"I need to see if you're alright, I'm going to come over and pull down your hood, Kay?" Carlos walked over to the person. They made no movement at all, but Carlos could see the shiny scarlet stain of red on the jacket.

"I'm about to pull down your hood, can you hear me?' He crouched down to where their head was, he could see from the odd angle that they hadn't sat down willingly, more likely fell.

He gently reached and pulled the hood down, trying to hold the head at the same time. He brushed the hair away from the face. It took him a minute even after seeing the face five times a day at the office, it still took him a minute to recognise through the bruising, Julian Randol

"Well I guess I found you before tomorrow then huh. Kiera thought you had crossed some kind of line again, and I guess she was right."

He looked so fragile, his normally pale skin now chalk white, his eye closed and his face cast in shadow. Carlos reached to his throat to check for vital signs from the cold boy. He could feel a shallow pulse from his neck, growing fainter.

Carlos glanced down to where he guessed the bleeding was. He rolled up the terrorists sleeves to see large gashes on each wrist, and a knife in one hand.
Carlos swore, he quickly took off his coat and pulled off his sweater to try and cover the wounds. He knew that if Julian had cut his wrist he would have most likely cut somewhere else as well. He unzipped the younger man's coat. He must have cut it first. Then cut his writs, his shirt was red with blood at the bottom. When Carlos pulled it up he saw rows and rows of healed cuts, along with a bleeding incision.

"Carlos tried to apply pressure to the others stomach, with one hand he reached for his phone. Then stopped.

Carlos knew if he gave the name of the terrorist away, an ambulance wouldn't get their in time. If he didn't tell them who it was then he was withholding information. Either way, he would have to explain how he found the terrorist, why he was in the building in the first place for that matter.

He tried to think of a way to get a hospital, to find a hospital that would take him as Julian Randol, a kid needing to be saved rather than as a terrorist called Theseus.