Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoy this chapter =) Warning: Story contains, boyxboy, scenes of violence, character death, mentions of past abuse and the ratings may be turned up at a later time. I'm going to make this an unofficial cross over with some of my other fanfic stories, so expect; Percy Jackson and The Mortal Instruments to be references (if not some OC characters from those fandoms, from my other stories.) To turn up in this one.

Sadie had searched the training room for the last ten minutes, high and low and surprise, surprise, she hadn't found Kyle anywhere. He wasn't in his bedroom. He wasn't in the library. Oh hell, he wasn't even in his usual snogging spot where he would make out with a guy when he got bored and wanted a bit of entertainment. She knew that he certainly had the charm to go along with his looks. Plus he truly had the tongue of a cat. He was very persuasive when he wanted to be and what made him completely dangerous was that the boy knew it himself.

Sadie often joked that the boy had magic in his voice.

"Kyle! I swear to the gods! If you don't get your arse out here right now-"
"What do you want, 'mother'."

Kyle slowly walked out the shadows, wearing his skin tight black shirt. The elbow length, fingerless gloves appeared quite well to suit him actually. But Sadie couldn't understand was why the boy had now dyed his hair to it's new ice cold state. Almost seeming as though it was liquefied moonlight. Strange that all of a sudden, Kyle who refused to ever change anything about himself, who refused on all fronts to ever let anything, physical or mental.

The fact that he had dyed his hair? Considering Kyle's strong and unrelenting resolution. That was quite a big step for the boy.

The only difference that between his outfit she had seen him with in Carter's room was now the boy held what looked like a motorbike helmet in his hand which had an emblem of a strange black bird. Sadie thought that she recognized it, but at the same time she could help find that it somehow seemed to just belong to him. Like it was only natural that it was with him. "Is this going to take long?" He said, not raising his gaze to meet hers.
"Kyle."
"I know you want me to train, but I'm not in the mood. I already had other plans-"
"Kyle!"

The boy looked over this time as Sadie's eyes were painted with a sad remembrance. "Come here." She said gently and watched Kyle's eyes instinctively narrow with caution.
"What you going to do? Kick me out of the Nome?" He snarled. It was so clear to watch his defenses go up immediately. His golden eyes became a glower as he gripped the helmet tighter in his hand. His body was rigid and ready to lunge though, that was the appearance anyway. That was always the appearance that he took when he went on the defensive. He always made it look like he was ready to lunge. Turning his eyes into weapons by glaring his opponent down.

But really Sadie saw what was beneath that appearance.

Fear.

She held up a hand slowly. "Don't worry. We don't kick people out the Nome for threatening Carter with a bit of violence... if that was the case, I wouldn't have got past my first day." She shrugged, noticing that slowly Kyle seemed to be easing himself. "But there will have to be a form of discipline. For both of you. You can't go around fighting each other all the way." Sadie watched as something stirred in Kyle's eyes. Something that had been there from the moment that he had come to the Nome. From the very moment that he had walked in and found his new home. He had found something that seemed to have opened his eyes to the world.

If only Sadie could just figure out what that was.

Kyle gave a slight scoff quietly before turning on the spot and heading down the steps to the doors. Flicking out the new fringe from his eyes, he began to sway in his steps. His body already arming itself. "Kyle. I want you home before eleven." She stated, looking at the time as it was already turning seven in the evening. It was difficult enough with the fact that she had to let him out, she couldn't keep him here. Telling him that would only make her resent him and for him to try and find away around their magical wards. But still it made it all the more worrying. There were people out there now, that definitely wanted to hurt them. Who had almost killed her brother and Kyle. The last thing she wanted right now was for him to be spending a night out partying.
"But Sadie!" He whined.
"No. Then when you get back you will make up for the hours of training that you missed, you will have a new training team and that's that."
"But Sadie!" He protested, his eyes wide as he pleaded.
"No. That's my final decision." She stated, waving her hand through the air and watching the front doors swipe open letting in a particularly cold breeze. "Also stay warm." She scolded, bringing her attention back to what he was wearing.
"Yes Mother." He muttered making her smirk.
"Well someone has to make sure you stay out of trouble." She walked forward leaning against the doorway.

She paused for a moment as she locked her eyes on a dark haired young boy who had pulled up his motorbike at the edge of the curb. He wore no helmet but a light pale green shirt which was rolled up over his thin arms. His hair was a black tousle which caught in the breeze as dark, almost black like eyes were now locked onto both who stood inside. He looked about fifteen, the same age as Kyle, though by his eyes something about him seemed much older. The way he held himself, the way that he looked them both over. It was like having the good choir boy gone bad boy put in front of them, who was now raising an eyebrow at Sadie as she glared back at his relenting gaze.

His lip quirked up ever so slightly and in the light Sadie was able to make out more of the boy's sharp angular features, he looked like how others would describe him having a face of an angel, but her eyes caught at his throat as she noticed the cold steel of a cross necklace on his honey like skin. "Raphael!" Kyle beamed behind the mask of his calm face as he sauntered forward. His hip catching sharply out to the side as he placed each step carefully like a stalking cat. The boy glanced over his shoulder at Sadie and gave a wink and smirk before stopping in front of the boy. "Hola hermosa estrella." Kyle purred, basically saying hello and calling the boy a 'beautiful star', making Sadie's mouth drop open as Kyle placed a kiss on the boy's cheek.

All Sadie could manage to say was, "When the hell did you learn Spanish!?"

The boy; Raphael or so he seemed to be named, just rose an eyebrow but smirked as he watched Sadie's scandalized face. "Ah, I see that you haven't told them the girl of your plans or your preferences... as it seems." The boy chuckled in a sweetly toned Spanish accent, his amused glance sweeping Sadie's shocked face.
"No." Kyle said simply, turning slightly with a hand on his hip. "It just shocks her how blunt I am." He laughed and Sadie's jaw fell slightly further, if it wasn't hitting off the floor already!
"KYLE!" She shouted.
"That's the signal."

He pulled on the helmet and Sadie frowned as the visor came down so she could see the full of it better. The lens was golden in two places, presumably where Kyle's eyes would be, but that wasn't what surprised her. Now that the visor was lowered and she could make out the bird all the better she was just surprised that Kyle of all people would choose something like that!
"What is you have there mi pequeña paloma con ojos de oro." Raphael wondered. (translation: My little dove with golden eyes). Sadie noticed something in the boy's voice. She had often heard Walt/Anubis whisper loving things to her when they had been on a date together. They would often have such a soft tone upon saying it. Something that only a lover could say. This boy said it coldly, no spark of romance there. His eyes did not devour Kyle's beauty but only lingered there, acknowledging it with no spark or interest for himself.
"Why exactly what you just said." Kyle stated. "Well after all, you told me to get one that reflected what was me."
"I understand that with the eyes... but why black feathers? Why would you have black feathers on a dove." Raphael wondered before silencing as Kyle slid his arms around his waist. Neither seemed to be paying attention to Sadie any more who felt an intruder on the moment. Raphael quirked an eyebrow but Kyle just smirked, leaning in further so his lips brushed Raphael's ears.
"Because my feathers are anything but pure. They may have been once..." He teasingly bit the boy's ear but watched as no spark ran through the boy's eyes as it did with most other horny beasts he used to know. "But now they run black with ink."

At the last word, Raphael laughed and revved the engine of the motorbike.

Sadie watched a red like light explode from the front wheel and back as Kyle held on tight. His eyes almost seeming like they glowed through the golden spots on the visor as he smirked behind the helmet at her astounded face. The light flared like an angry inferno, whipping back on either sides of what she had thought originally was nothing more than an ordinary Harley!

The bike roared angrily as the boy slammed his foot down the side and cast Sadie one last look. "If you don't look after my Kyle! I swear I will kill you!"
"Many have tried little girl." Raphael smirked, pulling back on the handle.

Now here came the strangest part... if that was even more possible. The bike took off down at an unnatural speed and began to pull of the ground.

The last that Sadie caught of Kyle was his whoops and cheers as the bike vanished along the night sky.

"W-What in the name of Osiris?!"

-Break-

But the surprises it seems didn't seemed to have stopped themselves just there yet.

For time in the last week or so she was able to walk down the corridor of the infirmary without having a giant dog snarling at her or threatening to break her in half. She had responded once by shoving a staff in his mouth when he had tried to do so. Suffice to say that afterwards, the mutt had learnt not to mess around with her. A lesson that she was still trying to teach to Carter, but she guessed that maybe putting a staff into his mouth would not have the same effect as it did with the hell hound.

"Oh gods, don't tell me that it's gone on a run around and decided it was hungry." She muttered under her breath. Rolling her eyes as she did so and flicking her hair slightly.

But upon rushing down to the door she opened it to find the most surprising sight that she could have imagined.

Sirena was sat with a small smile, laid back in his bed and under the covers resting, while a small puppy licked his face and curled up next to him, resting it's head on the pillow as though it could imagine nothing better in it's life than being next to it's master and seeing the boy's soft changing eyes open again. "What the fu-"
"Oh Sadie?"

The girl stopped herself immediately as out the side of the room, a smile spread itself across her face watching the new girl entering the room.

The girl had long blonde hair and azure pale blue eyes, a thin frame and always a gentle smile on her face whenever she talked to someone. She was very beautiful and one of Sadie's longest known students here at the Nome; Jasmine Anderson, though no one ever called her by her full name. The last person to have done that had been a rogue in the war and now was a withering shrub out in the garden. "Jaz." Sadie said, shaking her head, as she took in the sight in front of her. "W-what the?"
"It's been like this since the boy woke up." Jaz smiled, watching how Sirena chuckled weakly at the hound's affection. Like it was just some ordinary puppy and not some killing machine. "The moment those eyes started opening, that dog pounded in the door and came rushing, I was afraid that it was going to crush him but then..." She shrugged and nodded her head towards the monster puppy which now had it's molten eyes turned on both of them as though listening in to the conversation. "This. Not a peep out of him since. He even let me move him when I came to change Sirena's wounds."
"Charlie."

Both turned their heads as the black silky haired boy spoke out nervously. His multicolored eyes shined in the light. He was still slightly pale, but that was to be expected. But now he seemed intent on keeping the hound protected in his arms. "Sirena." Sadie smiled gently coming to take a seat by the bed in the chair. "How are you feeling?"
"C-Can you please not call me by that name?" The boy asked quietly. "No one ever calls me by that name."
"But it is your name isn't it?" Jaz wondered.
"Is Jaz, really yours?" the boy asked.
"Oh, I like this one." Jaz smiled, picking up a small vial as she passed the bed and gently uncapping it, letting soft scents of vanilla, strawberries and honey filled the air. "Here, take this. It should ease the nausea and the pain."

The boy eyed it for a second cautiously.

Strangely, as Jaz had just been about to protest there being no harm to it, Charlie had simply wondered over from under Sirena's arms and grabbed it in his jaw, bringing it to the boy and glaring at him with those pointed burning eyes. "That dog... is so weird." Sadie thought aloud.

Charlie growled quietly but stayed resolved in holding out the vial to Sirena till the boy took it with a weak chuckle and drank the contents with an appreciative hum at the taste. "Okay, but you know that's not going to work every time." He whispered in that strained voice. Charlie only rolled his eyes as though saying. Uh huh, you keep on thinking that pup. The hound shook it's head for a second before going back and laying down next to Sirena.
"Okay..." Sadie said, quickly wanting to move on the subject from Sirena who must have missed her comment. "What would you like us to call you then?"
"Sam... that's what I had been nicknamed at my last home."
"Oh yes... your parents must be worried sick out of their minds."
"I don't think so." The boy glared up towards the ceiling as Charlie growled.
Okay sensitive subject obviously. Sadie though with a nod from Jaz who was encouraging her to move on to something else.
"So Sam." She smiled. "What's the last thing you remember?"

The boy's eyes glazed over for a long minute. "Don't try to push yourself with it too hard." Jaz said gently, turning her gaze to Sadie. "The poison in his blood. He suffered short term amnesia from it. He won't remember much from the last couple of weeks." The girl's eyes turned sadly on him. "But maybe that's for the best. To take the edge of the worst of the most recent memories."
"Not the best for us." Sadie ran a hand through her hair, thinking deeply for a second. Sirena- Sam had been their biggest lead to try figure out the face behind the cowl of the assassin. He had been cornered and attacked by him or her. That had made Sam the only lead that they actually had still on trying to figure it out. "Please Sam. Anything." She asked softly, noticing the boy was already rubbing his head from the ache of missing memories.
"I remember... Charlie taking me home." Sirena managed. His crease between his brows coming on with a frown the more he seemed to try and focus. "I was bleeding, you, you were the nice girl who had tried to help me."
"You tried to make another healing salve?" Jaz sighed, looking like she was about to face palm.
"Well that's me. Sadie Kane, nice girl all over." She smiled.
"The last thing I remember is, Charlie growling, barking and then... nothing." Sam shook his head.

Sadie barely heard the door open and hardly even recognized her brother stood there till he took a few steps forward. "Ah yes... so you wouldn't remember... my brother here exactly?" She said, hoping that Carter would quickly catch onto the conversation.
"I remember... somethings." Sam stated. "I remember not wanting him to get hurt so I threw myself in front of-" He paled drastically for a second and Charlie barked loudly.

Jaz steadied the boy as he flushed pale and took along breath. "That's enough for now." Shes said sternly to both Kane siblings. "No more questioning him now." She eyed Carter more than she looked at Sadie because she knew that wounded puppy look in Carter's eye. "He needs his rest. He's in perfectly good hands here."
"I'm sorry Sam." Sadie smiled gently, holding out her hand and patting his back as he was eased back to lay down on the pillows. She was itching to get out the room. Her fears of hospitals still quite prominent in her. "When you feel better, I promise we will all hang out?"
"B-But what about-"
"You can stay here." Jaz stated firmly. "You're not leaving till you've recovered, then we will talk more. For now. Rest." Even Charlie growled and nodded with Jaz as he put a paw on Sam's chest to keep him down. "Sadie. Carter-" Jaz began but Sadie held up her hands as she backed towards the door.
"Don't worry, we get it." She offered one last smile to Sam. "Hope you feel better soon!" She gently closed the door behind her then when she was sure it was fully shut she slumped against it, with a deep frown, feeling like she wanted nothing more than to just scream her favorite spell to the sky. "He has short term amnesia. He can't remember anything since you were first attacked."

Carter still hadn't said anything but his face was harder than stone. "So he remembers nothing about being tortured or having to send us a message?"
"Nope. The last thing he remembers is that hound taking him back to wherever it was that he was living." Sadie sighed and pushed her palm against her forehead. "Carter I'm sorry. It also means-"
"I've already pieced that much together. It's fine." The boy looked just as exhausted as his sister. "It will make it easier for him... at least anyway."
"Are you sure you don't mean you?" Sadie asked quietly and Carter just kept his face blank. "Knowing Jaz's healing he'll be out in a couple of days. A week at most. Then maybe we can start trying to ask-"
"No Sadie. There's no point causing him pain trying to remember and making him frustrated trying to give us something he obviously cannot. We have to find a new lead. And start training... that assassin was using magic far more stronger than what we were expecting."
"Ah." Her eyes sparkled. "Don't worry... as of tomorrow, I will be putting up a new training regime for you... after we have a little talk about Kyle." She sighed.
"What's he done now?" Carter frowned.
"Nothing... I just think it's time we have a little talk with him about dating-"
"Nope. That's all you. If you remember, I'm not-"
"Carter." Sadie smirked. "I think that the talk will do you just as much good as it will with him... if that kicked puppy look in there was any indication to go by when you looked at Sam. I think that you're going to need it." She clapped his back and walked away leaving him with his jaw open as he stared between the door and his sister.
"I-I." He paused for a moment and groaned. "I DID NOT HAVE A KICKED PUPPY LOOK!" He called out, chasing after his sister.