A/N: I'm getting close for them to transfer to another planet, but I'm going to drag out this time on Juno for a little while longer. Until I feel I've accomplished what I've intended.

Rhys was the first one to get up the next morning. He barely got a few hours of sleep in before he was plagued with an irritating case on insomnia. He knew if he just sat here, his mind would wander back to last night's events, and that was something he sincerely wanted to avoid. He knew his time was better spent working on the snowmobile machine. First things first. He needed to figure out what was wrong with the machine. ECHO eye could definitely do most of the work for him.

He walked out of the house and walked towards the snowmobile machine or the Snow Smasher as it was dubbed by the Dahl company. Rhys was the first one to admit he didn't like Dahl. Not cause of Hyperion. Those days were long gone. Just because he knew what Dahl had planned. Rhys was only an intern at the time, but he'll never forget when he was almost shredded by bullets cause of the soldiers that were slaughtering everything Hyperion. But some Vault Hunters had killed just about everyone aboard. Rhys couldn't believe he ended up being saved by a Claptrap unit of all things. Just about all of them were useless at anything that didn't involve opening doors.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he focused on looking at the Snow Masher machine. Activating ECHO-eye, he quickly analyzed the machine.

Model: Snow Smasher 2.0(Cause fuck 1.0)

Manufacturer: Dahl

Status: Fried to hell

Description: "This machine is completely unaffected by snow. No matter the amount. And it sure as hell beats walking. Also good at running skags over."

Rhys continued to examine around the machine and saw that the machine was missing a power core. The ones in the vendors wouldn't even keep this thing powered for five minutes, but it only had to last long enough for them to get a Smasher. It would be good enough.

But he also remembered that it said that the machine was fried to hell. So he took off the panel in the front of the machine, and a large spark immediately made him have to turn away to avoid his face being scalded by electricity.

"It wasn't kidding when it said 'fried to hell.' The wires and circuits are completely useless. Gonna need to find a replacement," Rhys thought as he looked over the back panel. "Just what the fuck happened to it?"

Whatever happened to it, he couldn't focus on right now. He just needed to fix it.

"Need some help?" Rhys could hear his father ask behind him. Rhys bristled with anger, but he kept his cool.

"Unless you can find me a completely new circuit panel, no you cannot," Rhys said with some restrained irritation in his voice.

"Well, I don't have one of those, unfortunately. Do you need anything other than that?" Rhys' father asked.

"No. I do not," Rhys said, his tone clearly irritated now. "Shouldn't you be lying with the bitch I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling my mother?"

"Watch it Rhys," his father said, his tone firm. Rhys immediately stood up to face his father with a dark look.

"You don't have the right to act like my dad, so you can take that shit somewhere else. Want me to treat you like my dad. You aren't my dad. You're my father," Rhys said coldly. "If you knew that you weren't going to care about me in the first place, you should've worn a fucking condom."

Before he could even attempted to respond, Rhys stormed off past his father and got on the ECHO net.

"This is a planet wide ECHO for anyone on Juno who can find me a new circuit panel for a Snow Masher machine. I'll pay you plenty if you can find it," Rhys said before quickly ending the message. Then the door opened behind him and he saw that his father had followed him in here.

"You're not wanted in here. Get out," Rhys said coldly.

"No. Son-"

"Not your son. Your offspring. Get the fuck out," Rhys said, pointing at the door.

"No. Not until you tell me why I you are so angry with me. I mean, I thought you would be over losing your arm by now. It's been serving you well, I can tell," Rhys' father said, pointing to his missing eye covered by a bandage.

"If you think the arm is why I hate you, you're a fucking moron. Apparently you don't think the loss of a child's sexual innocence is much of a crime. Even the psychos on Pandora are as bad as you, you selfish fuck," Rhys snarled, spitting at his father's feet. His father's face turned into one of confusion.

"Wait, what are you-" Before he could finish, Rhys strode up to him and grabbed him by his neck again.

"Six years. Six fucking years I lived with this and told no one. Do you know what it's like to live with the idea of being raped for six fucking years?" Rhys growled. "It had happened so often, I had gotten used to it. I lost sense of fear, sadness, and anger around him. I had become numb to it. I was a submissive little dog. At least, that was what I was to him."

"Rhys..." Rhys pushed his father out of the door and onto the cold ground while walking out back towards him.

"I can't give you my pain. If I could, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But I can beat the shit out of you until I feel better," Rhys said, sitting on top of his father and began to mercilessly beat the ever living shit out of him.

Rhys poured all of the emotion he had into his punches. He had no emotional strength to cry anymore. All he had was anger.

Rhys punched. And punched. And punched. He punched until he couldn't punch anymore. And his father just laid there and took it, tears staining the older man's face.

The pain from Rhys' punches were not what was causing it. That he could handle. No, it was the gravity of Rhys' last statement.

"Six years. Six fucking years I lived with this and told no one. Do you know what it's like to live with the idea of being raped for six fucking years?"

Raped. His child was raped. The outcome of their bad decisions had affected their child far worse than him or Ana could've imagined.

"I deserve this. If where I lay will be my grave, I deserve it. I have hurt my child beyond repair," his father thought.

Then Rhys stopped after a few minutes. After a while, he noticed that his father was just sitting there and accepting it. He took the beating almost serenely. He kneeled next to his father and trailed the barrel of his revolver along the side of his head.

"I should kill you. A lot of things are telling me that I should put a bullet in your head. But I'm not going to. I want to watch you hurt every day that I'm here. Because almost nothing brings me greater joy than that," Rhys said, still trailing the revolver along his head.

Rhys felt like it was just yesterday he was a docile and weak Hyperion. Now he was on his way to becoming an Atlas kingpin who was willing to kill his father for fun.

Rhys had wondered how far had he gone towards the side of evil. But what really made him question the feeling is that he liked it. He liked it a lot.

Rhys felt no sexual elation from this, but he got pleasure doing this nonetheless. To be in control. To be powerful, imposing, and no longer weak like before... it felt good. Wonderful really. Almost like coming off a high.

Rhys had looked at his father and smiled. His blood had run cold. Rhys' father had never seen a smile so amused. So happy. So... predatory. Not even on a Hyperion's face.

"You know, you've made me realize something. I've discovered that I enjoy doing this to you. I love watching you hurt. It makes me feel good on the inside. And I don't plan on giving up that pleasure by killing you. Now, that wouldn't be very fun," Rhys said, his predatory smile apparent on every line of his handsome face. "So here's what's going to happen. I'm going to beat you near to death every day that I'm here. I'm going to let you heal only to break you again. And I may even get mother to join us. Ooh, wouldn't that be fun?"

Rhys' father's eyes widened at his son's statement and the tone that he used. It was full of playfulness and excitement. He sounded so excited, you could've sworn he just won the lottery. And he was talking about beating his parents close to death. For the first time he laid eyes on his son, he felt truly afraid.

Rhys was right. He wasn't his son anymore. The smart, polite, and ambitious kid he knew and loved was gone. What was in his place was a dark man. A man reshaped by his experiences. Filled with darkness, violence, and sadism. And he feared him. He knew he was capable of anything right now. And he would enjoy doing it too.

Rhys then walked over to a random citizen's door, and a man answered in response. He pointed to his father's bloody and broken body.

"I think father needs some medical attention. Don't you think so?" Rhys said to the man. The man looked at Rhys fearfully, and Rhys simply smiled. He enjoyed seeing that fear in people.

Rhys then waved to his father with a happy air before walking back to his house. Fiona was huddled up by the fire, and she looked up once Rhys walked inside. She saw his hands and his coat was coated with blood. She didn't need to guess what he had been doing.

"Did you kill him?" Fiona asked idly. She no longer had sympathy for the man after Rhys had told his story. No one should have to recollect a memory like that.

"No. I'm only going to keep him alive to keep beating on him. I want him to live in pain for every day that I'm here," Rhys said. Fiona nodded. She could understand that. "How long have you been up?"

"Only a few minutes. I saw you were gone and thought you had gone to work on the snowmobile machine. I can see that wasn't the case," Fiona said, eyeing the blood on him.

"That was my intention, but he interrupted. Then things got violent," Rhys told her. "He pretty much asked for it.

"I just want to get off this damn planet," Fiona said.

"We will," Rhys assured her before his tone turned awkward. "About last night..."

"If you say you don't feel loved again, I'm gonna punch you in the dick," Fiona said automatically.

"Not that. I'm talking about when you kissed me," Rhys said. Fiona kept her eyes on the fire with an even expression, but her neck flushed.

"I was hoping you wouldn't bring that up..." she trailed.

"How could I not? I mean, me and your sister are dating. I mean, why would you do that?" Rhys asked. Fiona groaned.

"It's your fault," she said, making Rhys looked utterly bewildered.

"So it's my fault that you kissed me? The fuck, Fiona?" he asked.

"You needed cheering up! I just acted, for fucks sake. I didn't think about it," Fiona said.

"Your methods for cheering up are pretty questionable," Rhys said. "Look, just don't do it again. If that's the only way you can think of to cheer me up, let me swallow in misery."

"But it worked, didn't it?" Fiona asked. Rhys bit his bottom lip. The crazy thing was that it did work. Even though his mind was as confused as all living shit when she did do it.

"Ok, ok. I see your point. But next time, do something less suggestive. Like a hug or something," Rhys said.

"I don't see you complaining," Fiona said with a teasing smirk.

"Who said I was?" Rhys said, immediately regretting his words. He was going down a dangerous road. But he was going through withdrawal since Sasha wasn't here.

"I think we both can agree that it would easier if we don't tell Sasha about my more than questionable methods," Fiona said with a grimace.

A pit of guilt rose up in the girl's stomach from her actions as well. She knew things would get messy between all of them if Fiona told her sister what had happened. Now she felt like a piece of shit.

"I can agree with that," Rhys said before looking directly in the fire. "I don't feel as if I can have sex with her." Fiona's eyebrows furrowed. Just what was his problem?

"What is she not attractive enough for you?" she asked. Rhys shook his head.

"No, of course not. She's goddamned gorgeous really. It's just... I feel as if I can't really expose myself, you know? Every time I could feel her going for the bottom of my shirt, I tense up. I end up backing out. It really kills the mood. She's asked why, but I never explained. I mean, how could I?" he explained, his voice getting softer.

"She's never told me this," Fiona said with a frown.

"That's because you gave her the impression that you don't approve of what we have. So why would she talk to you about the relationship you don't care about?" Rhys asked, his tone still soft. Fiona bit her lip. She was condescending initially, she didn't think it would get to a point where she would stop talking about her problems with her.

Then Rhys heard a knock at their door and Rhys instantly drew two revolvers. One fire, the other corrosive. Then he opened the door and spun both his revolvers while having a displeased expression on his face.

"State your business," Rhys said in a demanding tone.

"Are you the one who asked for a new circuit panel?" the man asked, ignoring Rhys' violent reaction. Rhys raised an eyebrow. That was pretty fast.

Rhys put his revolvers back in his ECHO and examined the circuit breaker. It appeared to be in perfect condition. Rhys took out five hundred bucks out of his ECHO and gave it to the man. He gladly accepted and handed Rhys the circuit breaker before walking out. Then he showed the device to Fiona.

"Looks like we're on our way," he said. Fiona smiled.

"So we are. Go ahead and get it fixed so we can get moving," Fiona said. Rhys was tempted to stay here just to keep beating his father, but he'd rather get back to Sasha as fast as possible.

So Rhys walked back outside and ripped out the fried panel and inserted the new panel into the machine. Then he took out the power core of the gun vendor and inserted it into the machine. He quickly hacked the machine so they didn't have to pay for the Snow Smasher.

Rhys spawned two of them for himself and Fiona and Rhys took the lead with his map open. But the wind and snow was blowing in their vision, which was the sign of a snowstorm.

"Looks like we left at the wrong time!" Fiona yelled over the wind.

"Yeah, looks like it. We're about 10 miles out from the next piece of civilization. Juno has a rough landscape, but there is a government that runs this place. We just have to head to the capital," Rhys yelled back.

"How far is that?" Fiona asked.

"Over a hundred miles out. We got a long way to go. We'll definitely have to stop at several towns to make the trip when this storm hits," Rhys told Fiona. She groaned. She wasn't looking forward to this trip, but at least the time away from his father would guarantee she would get the old Rhys back. And that she was happy about.