Just to warn you beautiful people, the more chapters the write, the more I don't know what the hell I'm doing. As I said in the past chapters I'm beginning to improvise, although most of my best chapters come from that XD.

But HUZZAH for FILLAR! Yeah, there isn't that much excitement to be had in this chapter, but all stories have to have at least one of these so, enjoy!

Morning came early to Jay, a bit too early for his liking but he couldn't exactly sleep well when he didn't have a bed. His neck and back ached from the attempt to do so. Clara had given him several pillows and a blanket before proceeding to scold Aiden for making him sleep on the floor. Jay couldn't say he enjoyed it, but his kidnapping seems more impromptu with every minute he spends there.

He looks over at a rusted clock on the wall, it is almost six in the morning. Almost. However, despite the ridiculous time frame, he could hear the hissing sound of a blowtorch. With far too much effort than he can give himself credit for, he pulls himself up, shuffling out of the room.

His ankle gives him less trouble than yesterday, luckily. He is getting sick of the inability to move quickly, especially after what had happened. He wonders idly about the noise of the blowtorch as he enters the main area of the bunker. Part of him expects it to be Aiden making the racket. Jay didn't exactly ignore his face, there were dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in a week.

However, when he looks over at the flashing light sparking from the far side of the room, he sees Damien. He's leaning over the table from before, except now it's filled with tools, wires, and strange bits of metal Jay can't identify. He steps closer, Damien is busy melding something to a steel rod, tinted goggles protecting his eyes. Jay looks back down at the table, picking up a chunk of golden metal.

"Drop it," Damien suddenly says, making Jay drop the bit with little caution back on the table. He looks over at the older man as he sighs, "You are way too jumpy."

"You weren't paying attention," Jay says "I thought you didn't notice me."

"I didn't," He says, pulling off his goggles, "You snuck up on me. I just didn't care until you started touching my shit."

"Sorry…I'm used to people not noticing."

"Most people won't. You can use it to your advantage if you weren't so helpless," He starts to pull he goggles back but Jay stops him. He wants to be irritated by his comment but he couldn't ignore how depressingly true it was.

"Aiden says I need to learn how to read Auras…"

"You can't read those? Damn, you really are—"

"Helpless, I know," Jay huffs, "Just let me try and sense yours. And don't say I can't, please, I'm sick of being useless."

Damien watches him, a small smirk appearing on his face, "You sound like Pearce back when he wasn't the Fox."

Jay pauses, assuming he means Aiden. He had mentioned in the alley that he and Damien used to be friends. He almost forgot about that. Then again, they didn't act much like they were friends before, at least Aiden didn't act like it. He looks at Damien, "How do you know him?"

"I taught him everything he knows," He says anything but modestly, "Though he would never admit that to anyone."

"So he was like me?"

"More…voluntarily useless than you. He didn't want to use his gift, it was ridiculous," He explains, "Then Lena happened, and then he showed up at my doorstep."

"Lena?" Jay repeats the name, a part of him tinging with worry. Was that a girlfriend he had? It sounds like something happened to her.

Damien takes one look at his poorly hidden expression and laughs, setting the blowtorch down and pinching the bridge of his nose. Jay pouts, crossing his arms, wondering what exactly he was laughing at.

"That face…so tragic," He chuckles, "Lena was his niece, kid. Calm down."

Jay stiffens, "What do you—"

He stops as Damien holds out a hand, "You said you wanted to feel an Aura?"

"Y…yeah, but—"

The older man takes his hand, looking at him, "You feel anything? Concentrate, don't focus on what you see, just what you feel." He speaks as if he has said it a thousand times over, the repetition and firmness of a teacher. Jay didn't think he could accomplish that kind of tone. Regardless, he does as he says, trying to feel the pulse that Aiden spoke of.

After a couple silent moments Jay sighs, beginning to let go, "I can't feel anything…"

Damien pulls away, "What did Aiden tell you?"

"He said that it was like a vibration…"

"Don't listen to him. To Pearce it feels like a vibration. To Pearce Auras are just what they are, the source of power. The stark definition. That's all he likes, the literal." It is almost as if the man was trying to tell Jay something more about Aiden than just how he felt Auras. However, he only nods in comprehension.

Damien holds his hand out again, "Try it again. Don't pay attention to Aiden. You aren't Aiden. I don't think anyone could be him if they tried."

Jay takes his hand, remembering what Wick told him about Visionaries. They work better with their eyes closed. Experimentally, he does this, relaxing.

He doesn't know how much time passes before he feels it. It is slow, lingering, almost serene; a subtle and low beating. He is surprised about this until a sharp pulse sends goose bumps on his skin, his muscles tingling and his blood growing cold as ice to the bone. He lets go with a gasp, his crystal eyes wide.

Damien chuckles, turning back to his metal work, "That's what Aiden did. I heard a Bone Devil's aura can give you nightmares for weeks."

Jay stares, pouting slightly, "And I thought you were starting to be nice to me."

"I was. I almost respected you for a moment there, had to stop before I got on everyone's good side," He says, picking up the blowtorch, "Pearce is outside, by the way. You think I was up early…" he trails off muttering gibberish.

"Ok…" Jay begins to retreat toward the stairs, stopping. He looks back over at Damien, "What is my Aura like?"

Damien looks back at him, smirking and pulling down his goggles, "Ever gotten struck by lightning, kid?"

"I can't say I have," Jay responds, really despising thunderstorms.

"Well, think of that," he says, "think of that a thousand times over."

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Aiden watches the sun rise every day. He is not much of a sleeper, not even as a child. Eventually there is a numbness he hits; a broken cog that keeps running even when he's at his most exhausted. He sits at the top of the boxcar graveyard at every dawn, it is where he is at his most peaceful; watching the sunlight break through the steam.

His muscles stiffen as he senses an Aura moving toward him, turning around. A small figure is approaching the stacks of boxcars, turning around, clearly looking for something.

"Jay…" Aiden mutters to himself as he watches the younger man bumble across the lot. There is something so fragile about him that Aiden couldn't stand. He barely knew the kid and could barely understand him. However, whatever and whoever the psychic was, Aiden had the spontaneous, almost desperate need to protect him. He could not explain it, could not rationalize it. It sends his mind into a spiral at every opportunity and he hated it.

He lifts himself up, jumping down from his lookout. Jay scared easily, like a mouse. He tries to make as much of a racket as possible crossing toward him. Luckily, he turns, looking relieved that he is there. His eyes were brighter than any psychic Aiden could remember; electric blue. There was still blooming innocence in him, something that broke through his memories and stabbed at his heart.

"You like appearing from nowhere, don't you?" Jay jokes with an awkward smile, "Damien said you were out here."

"He was right," Aiden says, pointing up to where he was, "I was up there. What are you doing up?"

"I was sleeping on the floor. I wasn't exactly comfortable," He says, but somehow his tone was not condescending, he was simply stating a fact. He is being polite, something Aiden didn't deserve from him. He ripped him away from everything he knew but the younger man seemed so strangely OK with it.

"And you decided to come out here?"

"I want to learn."

Aiden raises an eyebrow, "Now?"

"I don't know if you can remember…but it isn't very good for my self-esteem when I keep getting called useless every five seconds. I want to at least be able to protect myself," Jay crosses his arms, "And you said you would help me."

Aiden watches him. There is electricity in his brilliant eyes, determined to learn. The older man could not ignore it.

"Alright. We start now then," He looks up at the sky still awakening, "I apologize in advance."

Jay doesn't seem concerned, "Why do you say that?"

The only thing Aiden could do was laugh at the situation, "You know what, you'll find out."

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In two weeks' time Jay knew exactly what Aiden was apologizing for.

He remembers the first time seeing the Fox in the alleyway, splashed in gold, a shadow over his eyes. At that point Jay was already scared considering the situation of being held hostage. Back at that moment he found the man scary.

Now he is the Devil reincarnated.

Within two weeks he has used more physical energy than he as every produced in the twenty-two years he has been on the planet. Aiden had told him he needed strength externally before even thinking about using his powers. He didn't know he meant it so very literally. By the second day Clara forced Aiden to get him an actual bed amidst bickering that he was pushing Jay far too hard. Damien was present for almost none of the activity, seeming immersed in his metal work. However, he did take some time to laugh or make snobbish comments as the day went on.

Now, Jay is sitting on his bed, holding a shiny, plush headphone against his ear as he watches his computer. He listens, ignoring the excruciating soreness in his muscles with little success. He adjusts a couple sounds, not even touching the keys, letting his mind work as he did at the club. He listens to the creeping rhythm with a smile.

He sees a shadow appear in the doorway, glancing up at Aiden, slowly moving the headphone away, "Whatever it is, I really don't want to run again…please?"

Aiden had made him run the whole length of the island. He barely ran half before he began plotting a complicated assassination for the Fox.

"What are you doing?" He asks curiously, it wasn't a demand. It is the gentlest Jay has heard him talk in a while.

"Oh…it's music," Jay answers, "My parents got me interested in it to try and curb my interest in my powers." He listens to the rhythm, doodling the notes into a journal next to him.

Aiden watches him do this, walking further into the room, "Did it help?"

Jay grins, "Not really. I actually work better when I use my power. My brain has always worked faster than my body."

"That's been evident the past few weeks."

The younger psychic rolls his eyes, "I'm sorry that I'm not a built in athlete, Pearce."

Aiden raises an eyebrow at the mentioning of his last name, "You've been talking to Damien far too much."

"He let me sense his Aura, it was creepy. Not hard to replicate though," He says, holding a hand above the computer, the keys moving, adjusting as he holds the headphone with his other hand.

"Replicate?" Aiden repeats, questioning.

"I liked the beat, so I made it into music. Here," He holds out the headset. Aiden steps forward, crouching next to the bed and taking the headset from him.

Jay watches him listen, observing his face. He is a ridiculously handsome man if a bit scruffy. His face is rugged but somehow shaped so attractively. There are a couple of scars riddling his jawline, under stubble. His emerald eyes dart toward him, as if sensing being watched. Jay quickly turns away, a blush forming on his cheeks.

"It is an interesting sound," Aiden says without much true compliment, "You got that from Damien's Aura?"

"Yeah, I did…" Jay says, taking the headset from him.

"You really like music."

"It's life to me…" Jay smiles, looking at what he created, "It got me through a lot when I was younger. I know you don't trust Wick but…I'd love to go to that club again."

Aiden sighs, standing. He has stress written on his face like a father speaking to his son about a curfew. His eyes dart up, thinking. They always seem to dart, they never linger for too long.

"Alright, I'll make you a deal," Aiden says, "Because I don't believe you are ready."

Jay groans, rolling back on his bed, "I'm not a kid, you know."

"You act like one."

Jay rolls up, standing from the bed, "We aren't that far apart. And if my parents let me out of their little bubble I could possibly be a bit more attractive."

Aiden pauses, chuckling, "Attractive?"

Jay bites his lip, rubbing the back of his neck, "I mean attentive."

The Fox looks at him curiously, but luckily he accepts the excuse, "When you can move the bridge on your own, you can go."

The younger psychic thinks of the heavy bridge. It looks easy enough, but it must be harder than it looks if that was the deal. However, this must mean he's going to finally practice his powers. It makes his sore muscles feel a bit more relaxed.

"Deal." Jay accepts with a nod. As an afterthought, he holds out his hand, "Handshake?"

Aiden looks at his hand, smirking as he says "Nice try."

Jay smiles back, dropping his hand, "When do I get to sense your Aura again?"

"When you can handle it," He says, "Meet me outside in ten minutes." He stands, walking out. Jay sits back at the edge of the bed, raking a hand through his hair.

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Clara looks up from her computer at a god awful cracking noise. Damien was always one to crack his knuckles, but right when she showed annoyance he proceeded to crack every muscle in his hand like it was nothing. She wonders now if he just lived to pester her, then again, he is much more bearable as an ally than as an enemy.

She didn't care about him. Not at all.

However, she did care about the noise, looking up to give him a vicious glare. He looks back at her, unaffected, "I know it bothers you, sweetheart."

"I told you not to call me that. And if you crack them again I'm going to cut them off."

"Well then, let's not get hasty," He says with a smirk, "I need my hands."

"Then don't crack them like that."

The man raises his hands in surrender before dropping back to his work. Clara sighs, "What have you been doing over there anyway?"

"I'm working on something. And no, I'm not saying what it is."

"Oh, so it's a surprise then?"

"Yeah, let's go with that."

They work in silence again for a while. Clara waits for something to come crashing through the window, knowing Aiden is helping Jay with his powers. Aiden has been relentless with him over the past couple weeks, it seems almost obsessive.

"So, when do you think the kid is going to tell him?" Damien asks casually whilst fiddling with a small electronic piece.

Clara looks up, "Tells him what?"

The man raises an eyebrow, as if it were obvious, "I mean…he's not very subtle, but I don't expect him to just randomly kiss him—"

"Wait…what are you talking about?" Clara says slowly.

Damien watches her confusion, laughing suddenly, "Wait…you haven't noticed? Really? Am I the only one?"

"Just tell me what you mean!"

"Oh please…" Damien rolls his eyes, setting his project down, "The kid is completely captivated by Pearce. I mean completely infatuated. Why do you think he acts so weird around him?"

Clara processes this, starting to make sense of everything, "Are you sure?"

"I thought it was obvious! Clearly you two have observation problems."

"That can't be a good thing…" She says quickly, "Can it?"

Damien shrugs, strangely neutral, "I think it's hilarious. God only knows what Pearce is thinking about it. If he even gets it."

"You don't have a problem with it?"

"Do you?" He has a challenging tone in his voice that Clara does not care for.

"No. I don't."

"So it means you aren't Aiden's."

"No!"

Damien smirks, "That makes things easier, doesn't it?"

Clara resists the urge to throw a knife at him, picking up her work. The revelation about Jay is something she had to think about. She leaves the room, wondering what Aiden must be feeling.