Flick doesn't belong to me. Aleous does.
Recoginzed— Witch Boy B10
"Sorry I haven't been here the last few weeks, school's being a bitch and I still haven't figured out how to make a copy of myself so I don't get my ass grounded again," Aleous said to the team as he jogged into the Cave from the Zeta Beams. He breathed in deeply, catching his breath while taking in the scents of his team and third home.
"Why don't you just tell your uncle about being a hero, it worked for Billy," Wally told his friend, giving him a noogie before releasing the Witch Boy from his grasp.
Aleous smoothed down his dark brown hair, causing it to fall in his face. He took another breath, catching an unfamiliar scent lingering through the halls. "Because he would flip shit Wally. Did someone join the team while I was gone?" The Greecian questioned, following the new smell back to the rooms in the mountian.
"We got a test subject from Cadmus, his name's Flick," The speedster explained, stopping Aleous before he could enter the room and get within earshot of Flick, handing the younger male a box of strawberries. He recieved a questioning stare from a pair of green eyes. "Maybe you can get on his good side like M'gann and Zatanna. He's not really happy with the rest of us."
"Smooth Kid Idiot, what did you guys do?" Aleous pryed. Wally shot him a look that stated he'd tell him later. The wolf shrugged walking back to the now occupied room, the door sliding open.
The small boy looked up from a comic book, his black and orange bangs falling down into his face. Aleous noticed a black lion; no, a lion made of ink, look up from besides the test subject. The comic dropped and the ink lion crumbled, "Se-Seether?"
Aleous shook his head, then let the door close behind him, setting the box on a flat surface before turning to Flick, "You know my brother? He's alive?" There was no way, but there were few people, if any, besides his brother, named Seether.
Flick's eyes darken when he realized it wasn't his surrogate older brother. "You must be Aleous. And I don't know, I haven't seen him since the escape," the Romanian replied. Aleous sighed, sitting down and reaching for the strawberries. Flick's lips pulled up in a small smile.
Aleous held out the box, "Here. Wally told me to give them to you. And you ever need me, right next door for the next three weeks, or..." The witch boy dug in his pocket, pulling out a small notebook and a pen, starting to sketch a phone. After he was done he chanted a spell in Greek. The phone appeared in his hand, preprogrammed with his own number. "Call me on that. It works and you don't have to pay for it."
Flick nodded, taking the phone from his senior. "Thanks," Flick replied as Aleous left his room.
Aleous was woken up by a scream coming from the next room. He growled, getting up and walking into Flick's room, where the thirteen year old was thrashing around, a load of ink creatures surrounding him. The Greek captured the smaller male's shoulders as Flick's eyes shot open. "You okay kid?" The fifteen year old asked, taking his hands off Flick's shoulders.
"I'm fine, now leave," Flick growled.
Aleous snorted, "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong." Flick growled at the half naked Native American. "Longer you deny it, longer I'll be here. Might as well tell me now so both of us can get some sleep."
"Nightmares okay? Now would you leave?" Flick hissed. Aleous nodded, satisfied: he turned into a light gray, nearly white wolf, jumping onto Flick's bed and curling up against the wall, now surrounded by Flick's inky pets.