One fifty-four AM.

That was the time indicated on her cellphone the moment she pressed the power button that awoke the device and illuminated the screen.

She stood atop a rooftop just a block away from Katie's Irish Pub, the only place that a certain Conduit might happen to be, according to fellow Conduit and Curden Cay prison mate, Eugene.

The video Conduit had called her with a concerned tone in his voice; whether that was his usual tone when speaking to others or genuine concern proved difficult to decipher for her. She had remembered the egotistical, self-proclaimed – she chose to use self-proclaimed due to her and Teen Angel, Eugene, aiding him in his conquest – Hero of Seattle had given her a rundown on the shut-in who had called her, frantically speaking at such a fast pace that she had a difficult time keeping up with. He had informed her of the young man's interest in her, as well as how he preferred to be heard rather than seen; with that information, she had assumed that the poor soul was terrified to talk to the woman he happened to fancy, but as soon as Delsin's name left his lips, she knew it was concern for him that Eugene carried with him.

The two were scheduled to meet earlier in the night to share different techniques associated with their shared power – ones Delsin himself had developed, and others Eugene had promised to show him after Seattle was ridden of the D.U.P. Of course, both Fetch and Eugene were quite used to Delsin being fashionably late – that's what you get for dating and befriending the man who took out Brooke Augustine, sent the D.U.P. packing, and stopping to help those in need whenever he could – but when he had failed to show up, Eugene became worried.

"I know he can take care of himself," he had told the pink-haired young woman over the phone, "but he isn't answering my calls or texts. Do you think something went wrong?"

No – even if something had gone wrong, Delsin would have found some sort of way out of it. That, or she herself would have come across him eventually. She had spent the majority of her night subduing drug dealers in a vast majority of the districts, and not once had she come across a trail of smoke, a scorch of neon, a hint of video, or a sliver of concrete.

Thankfully, Eugene had sent her a link to the app he had given Delsin earlier on in their oddly acquired friendship, allowing her to trace his cell-phone to its current location.

The phone application had led her one a wild-goose-chase across Seattle for the missing Conduit, forcing her to take several turns when she had strayed too far from the signal, and sticking primarily to rooftops in order to trace the signal properly. Eventually, she stopped amongst a rooftop when she deemed that the application had fulfilled it's purpose, indicating she was close to that Akomish delinquent; she would be on her own in discovering just where exactly the bastard was at.

After scanning over the alleyways nearest to her location and coming up empty, she picked over the businesses around her; all but one were closed, and that was Katie's Irish Pub.

While it definitely wasn't a place she could see Delsin frequenting, let alone stepping foot inside when there were many other bars across Seattle, it was the only business open at this moment, and the only possible place he could have been hiding out in.

She leapt off of the building from which she stood, using her neon to hover down to the street at a safe speed – and while she could sustain the fall thanks to her Conduit abilities, she figured making a loud noise outside of a bar as well as a set of apartments so early in this morning wouldn't be the brightest idea she's ever had. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she snatched her phone from her pocket and swiped her thumb across the screen, quickly proceeding to text the words, I think I found him. Let you know in a sec. to Eugene before making her towards and walking inside of the pub.

It was dimly lit, as most bars were, and reeked of alcohol worse than any bar she had ever been in. It wasn't the most well kept bar in Seattle, but it by far wasn't the worst, either. To her left, against the wall, were three sets of booths, none of which were currently occupied; to her right was the actual bar that seemed to stretch from one end of the small building to the other, and where three patrons sat upon bar stools, all of which had a drink in front of them. The bartender himself appeared exhausted beyond belief, and for a moment, Fetch wondered if it was from age, or boredom of hearing the same stories from the regulars that visited.

"Can I help you?"

The bartender's voice surprisingly startled her, perhaps due to her attention focused more on finding Delsin than anything else.

"Just lookin' for a friend," she answered, leaning to the right and stretching up upon her tiptoes to gaze at the third man seated at the bar, attempting to catch a glance of him past the two who sat beside him.

"Aren't you that girl I seen on the news?" the bartender mumbled, questioningly. "Uh, Abigail Walker or something like that."

She offered a small smile. "That's me, yeah."

"If ya don't mind me asking," the older man began, snatching a glass away from one of the two men visible to Fetch and refilling it with beer. "Are ya looking for that Delsin Rowe kid that ran out the D.U.P.?"

"Why? Is he here?"

The bartender jerked his thumb to his right, indicating that the third patron that seemed hidden to her short stature was, in fact, the Akomish bastard she had been looking for. "He passed out after his fifth beer or so. 'Was mumblin' about someone named Reggie and how he couldn't save 'em. I tried askin' the kid if there was someone I could call to get him home safe – I mean, if isn't everyday we see Conduits in here, and I'm sure usin' your powers drunk is as dangerous as driving drunk – but he wouldn't give me a person or a number to call. 'Was about ready to have the cops drag him outta here."

Reggie?

Was that the entire reason he had ditched his plans with Eugene? Was this his way of coping with the unfortunate death of his brother, just three weeks after the terrible incident occurred?

Well, she thought, furrowing her brow as she made her way towards Delsin's seat at the bar, it's definitely better than going on a murderous rampage like I did.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on him," she smiled, stopping beside the unconscious Conduit.

"He saved this city – it's the least I could do."

"Alright, Smokes," Fetch grunted, hoisting one of Delsin's arms over he shoulders. Slowly, she began moving the young man to his feet, struggling to keep him upright in his drunken haze. "Let's get you – whoa, easy – back home."

"Mm, Fetch?" he grumbled, breath ridden with the odor of alcohol that caused Fetch to scrunch her face in disgust. "Where we going? Taking down some dealers?"

"I'm taking you somewhere you won't be able to get yourself killed," she answered, taking notice of just how much his words slurred. That bartender was right – a drunken Conduit would be equal to – if not as worse as – a drunk driver. "Let's see, my place is closer than yours, so you're sleepin' with me tonight."

"Heh, I won't object to that."

"Not in that manner, Smokes – get your mind out of the gutter."

"Pft, whatever you say, Laser Girl."

The walk back to her apartment was a long one, considering she had to hoof it like a normal. Never once had she had to carry another person somewhere with her light speed, and she wasn't going to dare try it, especially with a drunken young man in tow. Cleaning vomit out of her clothing and hair wasn't exactly something she wanted to be doing in the early hours of the morning.

With the help of her apartment building's elevator, Fetch managed to lug the deadweight that was Delsin up to her apartment and into her bed where she would be able to keep an eye on him. He had passed out rather quickly, allowing her a moment of relaxation and opportunity to strip out of her everyday clothing and into something much more comfortable for sleep – something she still wasn't sure she would be getting much of as long as she had to keep her eye on the Conduit snoring loudly in her bed.

And when she finally lifted the covers and crawled into her bed beside the drunken young man, she felt him stir in his sleep and, eventually, roll over to rest his arm lazily across her waist, pulling her close to him in a slow, yet rough, manner.

"Damn, do I miss Reggie," he slurred, the stench of alcohol from his breath filling the air. "I bet him and Brent are having a grand old time together, watching out for us up there."

And although the image of Brent and Reggie befriending each other brought on the urge to laugh, she had to crack a smile because she knew that Delsin's words were most likely true. Even though Brent shared Delsin's personality, she knew he and Reggie would manage to bond over both of them being older brothers, watching out for their younger siblings and cursing to themselves whenever they managed to get themselves in trouble.

But one thing was for sure; she knew both of them were immensely proud of the people their younger siblings had become.


A/N: I'm back with a quick update! No, this isn't the longer fic I promised before. I hope that one to be much longer, at least over 1k words. We shall see what happens. :] I think this chapter is best represented by the song Find You by Zedd, but that's just me. Let me know what you all thought of this chapter. I've been rather busy playing around with Second Son's photo mode. If you'd like to check out my screenshots, you can either find me on Twitter under the handle LexiSaysThings, or on my deviantArt account, numbah-wan-avatar. Until next time!