Prompt 6: Pick a scene in the show that stuck with you but has yet to be explained or mentioned again and create headcanon.
Answer: Definitely the moment Carlos grabbed Scott's arm and had a That's So Raven moment he tried to play off.
Carlos had no time to deal with the mess Seth and Richard Gecko had made of his perfect escape plan as it was but to add a runaway from the group was almost too much to handle. It wasn't that he had no control over the situation—even the most chaotic times he still managed to get his way—he just hoped he would have one fucking second of calm before running to the next shit show. The Rinche was locked tight in the room but any second he could escape; just as any second the entire department would board the stupid RV. As he stormed to the room with the Fuller child inside he didn't even waste a second to close the door, he knew a few whispers would do him in.
That was until he opened the door and got his first glance at him, Scott.
Maybe it was the way the light came in from the window and descended upon him like an offering or the tan of his skin but Scott Fuller looked as if he were glowing. He couldn't have been more than sixteen but he stood tall already with a lankiness that promised there was still some room for him to grow. He appeared so weak at first sight but there was an under current of power radiating off of him. Carlos had been around for little over five hundred years but something strange brewed inside of him that was unknown to him. The boy looked so thin even a human could snap him like a twig. Carlos did not like the idea of that.
"I can explain."
It was back to work. Carlos took a step forward trying to get himself back into the game. He had seen Scott before when manipulating he and his family onto the path that would allow them to cross with the Geckos but this was different and he found himself involuntarily taking a deep inhale of the boy, "And how would you do that, huh? By giving up Seth and Richie?"
There was a pause he enjoyed too much as the scent drifted over him in caressing waves. Carlos took in a silent sudden breath as he watched Scott's eyes drift down to his mouth then back up again as he carefully questioned, "What are you talking about?"
"Good boy."
That phrase had never been uttered from Carlos' mouth but time was running out and he couldn't indulge in the short exchange with the boy—he had to move. His hand grabbed at the Scott's arm but it seemed something else grabbed him. The power of foresight was always totally and completely given by his Moon Queen but sometimes…sometimes when faced with great instances of fate sight was bestowed upon him without her consent or control. The warmth of the boy filter through his fingers then up through Carlos' veins and up to his blood organ where that strange brewing exploded. Before his eye was the image of Scott bathed in actual gold and worshiped the way gods were worshiped. Scott stood tall, regal in his manner as around him bowed what appeared to be thousands of people. He was beyond a king and through the time and space brief glimpses of his past—the bullies, the lacrosse team, the poor grades, the death of his mother, the steady deterioration of his family—and suddenly his eyes landed on Carlos and in a strong and demanding whisper the Scott from his vision declared, "Set me free."
"What?"
The vision was gone and all that was left was he and the boy and the clock that would not stop ticking. Carlos shook his head with a brief smirk as he forged the answer, "I'm glad I'm not on your lacrosse team."