The needle came closer, closer, and Frank tried to stay calm for his brother but when Joe screamed in pain, he lost all control. Red glazed over his vision as he started thrashing on the table to which he was strapped to. Someone was hurting his brother. Someone. was. HURTING. HIS. BROTHER.

Frank yelled for Joe when his brother suddenly became silent. The needle was now coming towards him and he continued to thrash around while yelling at the man telling him to tell him what he had done to his brother. An evil smile and then the needle was in him and the whispered words of "For years man has dreamed of this monumental occasion. You should be thankful that I found you two nearly perfect candidates! He's turning into something beautiful and now it's your turn." The pain started screeching inside of him and he yelled before the darkness claimed him his last thought was of his brother and how he had failed to protect him.

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The first thing Frank became aware of as sounds started filtering though his ears and smells came wafting up to his nose was that the pain was gone. Sure, his back still twinged sometimes but he felt good and whatever he was laying on was as soft as a cloud. He opened his eyes and squinted a bit before he grunted as he slowly sat up. He heard a scrape on the floor and hurried footsteps to him, but he was still too groggy to even raise his head up to see who it was.

He shook his head trying to clear the fogginess when a gentle hand was put on his shoulder and he was shaken roughly. "Frank get up now!" he raised his head eyes wide and whispered with hope.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me son. But we need to go now. The crazy scientist set the building on fire when he saw us coming screaming something about not letting us spoil his creations' beauty. We need to get you and Joe out of here now!" Frank patted his cheeks hard and shook his head clearing his mind effectively. His dad put an arm around him but cried out in surprise and Frank felt a slight twinge of pain at the contact.

"Frank what the?" Fenton stopped as he turned his flashlight on in the near pitch-black room and he shone it on Frank's bare back. "O-OH Frank." Frank twisted around and caught his fathers horrified expression which scared and puzzled him since he wasn't really feeling much of anything and he didn't know what his dad was so freaked out about. Reaching behind his back he froze his fingers hitting something hard but so soft almost like…feathers.

He started to panic, and he shuddered when he had involuntarily arched his back and he felt control over some weird muscles in his back he heard a tiny whoosh and he felt smooth feathers brush against his back. No, no, no it can't be true. It Cant BE TRUE! Frank yelled in frustration and put his hands behind his back and moved them upwards until his fingers hit…it. He moved them farther and felt along the edges. Silent tears streamed down his face as he flexed his back again and he felt himself controlling it and he looked to the side the edges of it coming at least a half a foot to a foot outward on each side.

Frank had wings. Soft, he would learn later shiny, black, small wings coming out of his back. "Frank are you okay?" Frank shook his head and finally moved his hands brushing off the tears and slowly getting of the table. He wanted to scream at his dad that he wasn't okay how could he be? He had wings coming out of his back! Then the switch flipped in frank and he put his own panic on hold.

Joe.

If Frank had wings, then Joe had to, right? Frank put a hand on his mouth trying to control his emptions. The insane scientist must have done it to Joe too. Frank whipped around to his dad the wings on his back fluttering and almost making his feet lift off the floor as they made Frank's fast turnaround almost beautiful in the way he now moved. "Dad. Joe!" Fenton ran to the doorway and Frank ran after him and as he ran, he felt as if his feet sometimes weren't even touching the floor.

Frank smiled a bit as he felt the now almost familiar rustle of the wings that hadn't been there yesterday. Maybe they wont be all bad Frank thought with a little bigger smile as he once again felt his feet brush against the floor as they dangled right above the ground and he pretty much floated out of the doorway after his father. When they found an awake and walking around Joe the rooms were filled with smoke not to mention it was still very dark, so they just grabbed him, and they got out of the building.

After the building collapsed in on itself from the fire Frank turned towards his brother and jumped back several feet wondering how the heck, he had missed Joe's enormous beautifully white wings and why Joe's wings had to eb at least 7 ft wide and 7 ft tall while his were about 3 and 3 ft each way. Joe tore his gaze away from the building to find Frank staring at him weirdly. Joe cocked his head to the side and stepped around to see Frank's wings and burst out laughing at Frank's in comparison to his super tiny wings.

"Uggghhh I should have known this was going to happen! I get eh shrimp wings while Joe's are huge." Joe snorted laughing while Frank continued to moan to himself and anyone who would listen. "How are you not completely freaked out Joe?" Joe stopped laughing for a minute and said.

"I don't know." Frank gave him a confused look and Joe huffed in annoyance mostly at himself.

"I woke up and I had these huge, gorgeous, ivory-white wings coming out of my back and just as I started to panic, they moved almost of their own accord and they wrapped themselves around me like they were protecting me, Frank. It…felt so warm and comforting and… natural. I actually kind of love my wings, Frank. I mean what the guy did to us is horrible and I have no idea what we are going to do for school and stuff, but they feel a part of me now."

Joe smiled at him and Joe's wings extended and curved until they wrapped themselves around Joe and Frank completely. As the wings wrapped around him loosely Frank could only describe the feeling as safe and warm. "See what I mean?" Joe was grinning at him gently and Frank nodded. Something terrible had happened to them and though the future was unclear something awesome had come out of it. They had wings and it actually felt good, freeing almost.

Sure, the next couple of days at least shirt wise proved difficult more so for Joe than Frank. Frank found out that he could fit a big t-shirt over his wings if he cut holes in the back, wore a jacket, and it was only slightly uncomfortable, but Joe's were way to big. So, he took to wearing tank tops that had a low back so where the wings came out of his shoulders were free.

Joe stayed home and inside all day but at night when it was dark out, he would go outside and stare at the moon for a while. He had learned by accident the 3rd day home that he could fly with his wings. Frank had surprised him, and he had jumped, and his wings had immediately taken to the idea flapping around him gently and lifted his body off the ground. Shocked Joe had looked down at Frank who was also in shock and had shown just a hint of jealously in his gaze.

Frank could only float above the ground and then it was for 10 minutes at best with his cola black wings beating fast. Joe's white wings could soar low in the sky just above the treetops for hours and that's what he did most nights. He would fly with his wings beating slow and musically around him, the moon shining down illuminating and making the ivory of his wings shine like diamonds.

A month later the boys woke up to find that their wings were gone. They had simply disappeared, and they felt sad because they had loved their wings. The following week if someone asked Joe why he now wore a see-through locket around his neck with a single small white feather in it or Frank's with a coal black one in it. They would simply tell the that it was in remembrance of something that they had loved that was now gone.

They never told anyone about their wings the secret remaining between their father, mother, and themselves. On nights that Joe cant sleep he went outside and stared at the stars wishing eh could soar through them once again. Then he heard that familiar flap and he felt his muscles twinge. He glanced up shocked as once again he saw the towering ivory-silk wings he had grown to call his own. Frank wound out later that their wings weren't gone but rather they had retracted back inside of them since the drugs initial physical alterations were complete.

Their beloved wings could come at their command and sometimes when they didn't. Frank and Joe still wore the necklace's now not in remembrance of something lost but something gained and was always there when they needed it. Needless to say, Joe's ability to fly came in quite handy on several cases. Noon ever found out cause who is going to believe a bad guy when they say that a boy suddenly sprouted wings and lifted his brother 10 feet off the ground while they had been shot at?

THE END