I know what I said about the speaking lines but that is for next chapter instead now XD. Yay! Reviews are back so its time to thank those who reviewed.

DementedDesireofMusic: Yeah, I only seem to write for dead shows/fandoms

loosecat56: Thanks for the constrictive criticism, I never criticize my own writing so I need it. I tried to fix the random the random perspective jumps in this chapter. As for the chapter 3 review, Doyle was supposed to be in another room and the scientists were supposed to be on their own ship, like in the episode, sorry if I didn't make it clear enough.

On with the story!

Chapter 5 – Juncture

Zak awoke earlier than usual the next morning, eager to head out with his uncle into the unknown. Fisk popped his head round the open door in response to the rustling and rattling Zak was making whilst packing his bag.

"Uburuza?" Fisk asked, pointing towards the rucksack.

"It's for training Fisk" Zak answered, grabbing the claw from his bedside. "Doyle is gonna give me my final test today, he won't tell me where we're going, but he said we're taking his jet to get there." Zak finished packing his bag and ran down to the kitchen with Fisk following, to find is mom making breakfast. "Looks great mom" he said enthusiastically, noticing the stack of pancakes on the table. Drew smiled at her son and placed a glass of orange juice on the table for him.

"You seem excited sweetie" she chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"Is uncle Doyle up yet? He said we'd be leaving at 10."

"I haven't seen him honey, he might be in the hangar by his jet."

"His door is closed and the lights are off in his room, I'm pretty sure he's still asleep mom." Fisk, who was standing behind Zak with a piece of toast sticking out of his mouth, started making snoring noises to emphasise Zak's point.

"In that case I'll go wake him up, he gets awfully grumpy when someone disturbs his sleep" Drew said, walking off back down the corridor to Doyle's room. When she got there she stopped and put her ear against the door and heard deep rhythmic snoring. "Doyle! Wake up!" She shouted, banging on the door. She listened again and he was still snoring. "Oh Doyle, I'm going to feed your breakfast to komodo!" She cried in a singsong manner but groaned when she still heard him snoring. "Alright Doyle I'm getting the ice! You brought this on yourself!" She called heading off back down the hall. She went back to the kitchen and watched by Zak and Fisk, she grabbed a couple of ice cubes and left. She went back to Doyle's room and opened the door slightly. Doyle was lying on his front in bed, his leg hanging over the edge of the bed and he was drooling slightly. Drew walked in, pulled the duvet back and slipped the now melting ice cubes under his tee shirt that he was wearing.

He rolled over and made a face, then opened his eyes and started at the ceiling for a second before realisation hit him. He sprung out of bed with a yelp and landed with a thud at Drew's feet, a terrified look on his no longer tired face. Drew burst out laughing, pointing at Doyle's scowling face.

"Don't you ever get bored of that?" He growled, shaking the rest of the ice out of his shirt.

"Nope, your expression is priceless every time!" She laughed, offering a hand to help him up.

He took it and stood up, "What was that for anyway? I did nothing to you!"

"You were going to be late for training, Zak wants to know why you aren't already awake."

"You could've killed me"

"Hah, I doubt it… wait, what's that on your arm and… oh your hands! Did you have an accident with the cheese grater again?" She reached forwards to touch the bandage.

"Don't touch it!" Doyle snapped, pulling his bandaged fists away from her.

"Come on just let me have a look, it might get infected if you don't clean it properly" She said sympathetically.

"Look sis just stop touching me, I'm fine, really, now go plague someone else will ya? I need to get ready" He snapped.

"Excuse me? Alright I'll leave but sleep with your eyes open brother, I'll get you back for that" She said, leaving the room and shutting the door. Doyle sighed and unwrapped his hands to check them. He rejoiced under his breath when he saw that he was scale free and only small scabs and marks remained. He re-bandaged them to avoid anyone seeing the marks on his palms and pulled his sleeve down to hide the one above his elbow that he hadn't bandaged. He dressed himself then grabbed his jetpack, concussion grenades and shoulder bag full of whatever else he needed before heading out to the hangar. He was surprised to see Zak already down there waiting for him.

"Hey kiddo" He said smiling "Ready to go?" Zak nodded and Doyle lifted him up onto the wing of the jet so he was able to climb into the cabin. He threw the bags up to Zak who caught them and stashed them in the back somewhere. Doyle moved round behind the jet to check the engines and wings whilst Drew stood with her husband nearby, watching the two. Fisk was with them, chirping happily, waving goodbye to the duo. Doc looked concerned so Drew turned to her husband and put an arm around him.

"Relax honey, they'll be back before you know it, besides you're the one who asked him to train Zak." She said reassuringly.

"And now I wish I hadn't." Doc sighed "You know I don't trust your maniac brother."

"I know how reckless, untrustworthy and annoying he can be Doc but he does care for Zak and he did this out of kindness, he never asked for money in exchange for training Zak."

"I still don't trust him completely Drew, anyone could revert back to bad ways after being raised how he was"

"Relax big guy, just think, we can spend the day together without our son or my brother disturbing us" Drew said, kissing his cheek. Their conversation was interrupted by a loud roaring as Doyle started up the engines and the jet began to move forward. Drew, Doc and Fisk waved goodbye as the jet flew out of the hangar out of the hatch into the open blue skies beyond. The trio on the ground watched happily as the jet flew out of sight and up into the clouds.

….

"So Doyle, how long till we get there?" Zak asked curiously, looking over the seat at Doyle who was at the controls, banking the plane gently to the left.

"An hour or so Zakman" He responded.

"How easy is it to fly that thing?" He asked, pointing at some of the buttons.

"Not easy enough to let you fly it, this baby is expensive enough without adding damage costs."

"Is this what you spent dad's money on?"

"Most of it." Doyle leaned back and sighed, this was going to be a long flight. He was right, it would have been, but Doyle began to feel ill about half an hour into the flight, his body tensing, his hands beginning to shake at the controls. Zak noticed at waved a hand in front of his face, asking if he was alright. The man still had his hands on the controls, but he was shaking and Zak could almost feel Doyle's heart hammering against his ribs. Suddenly he let out a shriek and the plane began to spiral out of control as Doyle put his head in his hands, dropping the controls. Zak began to shout in his ear, hammering on his uncle's shoulder, but it was no use, Doyle couldn't hear him. Zak leaned forward and pulled the controls up to stop the plane going into a nose dive whilst he pleaded with his uncle to wake up and take control of the situation….

"Welcome back my servant"

"YOU?! What do you want!"

"I am here t– DOYLE!"

"What?"

"DOYLE! Please, wake up"

"Zak?"

Doyle, come on! Wake up this isn't funny we're going to crash!"

Doyle eyes snapped open just in time to see the mountain ahead of them and managed to pull the control with enough force to miss the mountain at the last second. Doyle gasped for breath until he heard Zak whimpering in the backseat with his hands over his eyes. Doyle reached back with his free hand and tapped him gently. Zak looked scared to tears and as pale as a sheet.

"It's okay Zak I'm alright, I'm gonna turn us around and find us a place to make an emergency landing".

"W-why what's wrong, are we gonna crash, is something wrong with the jet?"

"I'm feeling really faint, I think somethings really wrong with me Zak, I don't want to risk passing out again." Doyle let out another cry and this time grabbed his chest, the aircraft jolting with him.

"Focus Doyle! We can land there, in that field, do you see it? come you have to stay awake!" Zak screamed. Doyle could make out the outline of the field with his hazy double vision and began to lower the jet.

"That's it Doyle! Slow down a little and pull the wheels out!" Doyle did exactly what Zak told him to. The plane continued to lower until Doyle made it touch down on the grass. "That's it Doyle, now the breaks." Nothing. "Doyle! The brakes, pull the breaks!". Nothing. Doyle had gone again and there was a tree coming up. "DOYLE!"

"That's it my servant, don't listen to the boy."

"No…I, I need to stop the jet, I need to save Zak."

"No, the boy needs to perish anyway, he is of no use to me."

"DOYLE!" the sobbing voice of his nephew tore Rani's connection "WE'RE GONNA DIE!"

"The brakes… the brakes… red buttons on top of the steering Miniman" He responded, barely conscious.

Zak pressed the two buttons down and pulled the controls back as far as he could, tears stinging his mortified eyes. When the impact of the tree came, Doyle was slumped over in the corner of his seat and Zak had taken his seatbelt off so he could lean over and take the controls, so neither of them were protected from the crash. Zak flew forward into Doyle's lap as the windshield shattered and the nose of the plane crumpled into the tree. Doyle sat bolt upright, a bump on the head replacing the dark magic with a dull throbbing as Zak landed on him. He looked around and saw what had happened. The nose had gone between two branches and crushed, stopping the jet and saving their lives. They were both extremely lucky. He shook Zak gently, his nephew looked up at him.

"Are you alright Miniman?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm alright but my arm…I can't move it… it might be broken" Zak stated

Doyle moved round and put his legs over the side of the jet lifting Zak out and putting him into one of the branches.

"Can you climb down?" Doyle asked.

"I think" Zak said, carefully making his way down. Doyle followed but hesitated half way down, frozen in place. "Doyle, what's the matter? What is it?" Zak asked from the ground.

"Pity, you both survived, I shall have to make you kill the boy instead."

"What?"

"I said kill the b—."

*Thump*

Doyle fell straight to the floor as soon as he let go having lost consciousness, he landed in the grass next to Zak.

"Doyle! Are you alright?" Zak asked, shaking his shoulder gently.

"No. Ugh I don't understand why this is happening, she said it wouldn't get any worse" Doyle groaned, rubbing the bump on his head.

"Who said what? Doyle what are you talking about? And I thought you said you sorted the scales out."

"I did"

"Then what's that on your wrist?"

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