Stuck(Chris,open)

[channer]

Channer took a deep breath, getting angry at Wicked wasn’t going to help anyone. After he explained what he was doing here he could go and yell at Conner as much as he wanted. “How do you know it doesn’t have to do with my powers? You don’t even know what my powers are.” Channer shrugged though. “But fine you’re right. I basically wondered around the streets for about a year before I found Xavier’s, I’m sure you’ve heard of that place, and went there for a few years before leaving. I couldn’t stand being kept at one place for an extended period of time.” All of what Conner had said was true, from a certain point of view. Channer had gone to Xavier’s; just not for as long as he told them, and he had left because he couldn’t stand being in one place. The brotherhood had offered much more freedom, so he joined them.

“Why does it matter to you so much anyway? I haven’t done anything to you. You know why I’m here. I’m not here because I have some ulterior motive, my bike broke down. Why would I have purposely strand myself somewhere where I could freeze to death?”

[que]

"True, it might have to do with your powers. If it did though, you wouldn't get so defensive." Wicked never trusted strangers. It was mistakes like that that got people killed. And she had the whole weight of the Runaways on her shoulders... Or... Her and Zoltin's shoulders.

"It matters, because you have no idea how many enemies we have. If we let any complete stranger in here with open arms most of us would be dead." Her voice was bone cold again, little Olivia looking up at her with concern. "Because I not only have adults and teenagers to protect, but also children. Do you really think I'm so stupid that I wouldn't suspect everyone who comes here as a possible threat?" She really was fuming, and if someone that couldn't stop her didn't show up.. Well it was no telling what she would do to him.

"In case you haven't noticed, we don't have the luxury of trusting every stranger that comes our way. And even if you didn't purposely break down so close to our base, other's would have staged a break down just to try and get close to us. So excuse me for caring more about my family's well being then a bratty teenager who has to tear down his brother the second he meets him after ten years!"

Though it didn't seem like it, family was very important to Wicked, even more so since she had a daughter to protect, a daughter who stayed silent through her mothers ranting, as if used to it all.

[conner]

*Conner walked in after Wicked was done. He figured that if he didn't go back soon Wicked would kill him. Suddenly energy was wrapped around Wicked.* Wicked you need to calm down. If you want answers, it's probably a good idea to keep the prisoner alive. *The last to words, "prisoner" and "alive" were said coldly. Conner knew what kind of situation this was now. Channer had become a "prisoner of war." At the Runaway hide out, they were always cautious and always at war with everyone. Even if it didn't feel like it, it was true. Any one could turn on any one of us at any given time.*

*He didn't hear what they had been saying but he looked serious, more so then Channer has ever seen him. Conner had taken off his hoody, witch was dangerous in and of it's self. But he knew that to calm Wicked down, he would need lots of energy.*

*He looked at Channer* You better appreciate this kid. I'm saving your life. *The one part he left out was that he was putting his own life at risk. He still had his gloves on but having just that much skin showing was dangerous. for Conner, even after he had almost emptied himself a little bit ago.*

[channer]

Channer just shrugged. “I understand that. You really think I don’t understand that? I think almost every mutant feels like that at one point or another.” Channer then looked at her with a hard look. “You think I don’t have enemies of my own? I do. I know how that feels.” Channer continued to stare at her. “If you were so concerned about me why didn’t you ask me these questions in the first place? Why did you wait until you found out that I was related to Conner to start asking me all these questions? Yeah I get that you probably wanted to observe me to see if I was a threat, but that still doesn’t answer why you waited until know.”

When Conner came back into the room Channer didn’t know how to react. Conner acted as if he didn’t even care, though he was just probably just trying to deal with his emotions, except that didn’t bode well with Channer who was already suffering issues with Conner. Channer was about to say that he hadn’t asked Conner to help him, that he didn’t need Conner to protect him anymore, but he realized that that was a lie, and Channer averted his gaze; not being able to face Conner at the moment.

[zoltin]

Zoltin had no idea what was going on, but he knew something was going on. After years of living with Wicked Zoltin had obtained an unexplainable sense for knowing when Wicked was mad and needed some logic before she did something overly drastic. Zoltin headed down to the infirmary where he knew was Wicked last known location.

As Zoltin walked down the hallway he noticed Conner enter the room and as got closer he barley over heard Conner tell that Wicked to calm down, and something about keeping a prisoner alive. Zoltin let out a sigh, did he need to be called a prisoner? Really? Chris had told him about the boy that she had run into outside of the headquarters. Though as Zoltin thought about it there was something weird about Conner’s voice, and Zoltin knew that it probably had something to do with the lost “puppy.”

Zoltin entered the room and placed his hand on Wicked’s shoulder. “Conner’s right Wicked. You need to calm down, and not for his sake.” Zoltin was referring to their daughter. “I think you and I should leave. Whatever this situation is it apparently can only be solved by the two of them. You would undeniably make an already hard and award situation worse.”

[que]

It wasn't often that Wicked glared at Conner, when he came in and told her to calm down though, she shot him a glare, as if asking him to say it again, daring him to. She was beyond pissed. She wanted to strangle this bratty teenager! And it wasn't exactly a secret. Her expression made it pretty obvious she wanted to hurt him.

Only when she felt a hand on her shoulder and the familiar voice of Zoltin, did she stop glaring. Slowly she fixed Zoltin with a someone blank look. As if wondering what the hell he was doing here. A moment passed, and she suddenly scowled, looking away. He'd recognize the reaction. It often happened when she was forced to 'submit' to his reason. It didn't happen often, actually, it rarely ever happened that Wicked gave up a fight like this. Sometimes she hated how Zoltin was the only person capable of calming her down, no matter how angry she was before.

She left with out a word. Of course she wasn't happy about leaving! But there was no point arguing with Zoltin. Especially when he mentioned Olivia... She knew she was setting a bad example sometimes... But she couldn't help it! She couldn't change her nature!

Olivia sat on the edge of the metal bed, fixing her father with the absolute cutest look she could, her eyes as wide an innocent as they could get, which shouldn't have been physically possible! "Daddy!" If it were possible, she would have been glowing. She hadn't seen her father all day, and looked absolutely ecstatic. She hopped to her feet on the bed, so she stood a little taller then she would on the ground. "Do I have to go too?" If he did make her go, she'd force him to give her a piggy back ride, and then demand he play with her the rest of the day.

[conner]

*Conner let out a sigh of relief when Zoltin showed up. The energy around Wicked was gone and Conner moved to Pick up his Hoody that was by the door. He wouldn't need the energy anymore. But just in case...* Wicked keep him like that. I'll saw him out when he's done. *By that he basiclly meant that he would use his energy to brake him free, if he felt like it. His voice still uncharacteristically cold. It was hard being forced to face your past, especially one's past as hard as Conners. Hopefuly Wicked would understand and leave.*

*Conner took a deep breath and pulled out the meeter. Letting out some energy he relaxed, only a bit. Walking over to the bed where Channer was now forced to stay on, he placed the meter on the bed side that held the water and pain killers. Conner grabbed three pain killers and, using the same water glass, swallowed all three of them at once. The pain of sucking a human's energy lasted for days after it happened. So Conner had to take the medication as often as he saw fit. Witch was every few hours.*

[channer]

Zoltin just watch as his on again off again girlfriend stormed out of the door, a small smile on his face. Both Wicked and he had grown up together so Wicked knew that there would be no arguing with him. Because when it came to stubbornness Zoltin could be just as stubborn as Wicked, however when Zoltin became stubborn he also become more logical. After Zoltin was sure that sure Wicked wouldn’t be returning anytime soon he walked over to his daughter and picked her up. “Come on Lily, we have to go cheer mommy up.” As Zoltin neared the door he stopped nexted to where Conner was standing and whispers, “I don’t know what the situation is Conner, but I hope the two of you can work it out. This type of attitude doesn’t suit you.” With that said Zoltin and Olivia exited the room.

Channer continued to keep his eyes sown cast. Since it was just him and Conner all his anger seemed to be spent, though Channer could snap at any moment. Besides, he had no idea what to say. After a couple of minutes though the silence unnerved him and he had to break it. Still not making eye contact with Conner Channer said, “I was right wasn’t I? You were struck by lightning.” Channer meant it as a double comment referring to what he had said earlier, and about the vision he had had as a child.

[conner]

*Pulling a seat a little closer he sat down.* A little. I have been hit, many times. But it didn't give me powers. It did help manifest them to the stage that they are now. *Because of his powers he had to cover up and constantly keep tabs of his energy status. His voice was still cold, trying to hide all the pain he was feeling emotionally and physically. Dang pills taking a half hour to work for him.*

I know that you could have staged that. You could have seen into the future and saw that Chris would help you. I don't trust for one bit that you stayed at Xaviors. *Conner knew his brother too well. But he mainly said this meaning that he could have said it to Wicked and then she would have killed him. So once again he saved Channer's life. Not like he deserved it or anything. Depending on how the conversation went Conner would decide what to do. Let Wicked at him, make Layla mad at him some how, or let Channer get her mad at him, or let him go. The first two were the highest on his list. Wicked would kill him...probably. Layla would give him night terrors every night for the rest of his life. Either one sounded good...for now.*

[channer]

Channer rolled his eyes. “Big shock there that you were struck by lightning, I’ve already seen that you would like fifteen or twenty times for three years.” Channer of course was referring to his second power, his power that let him view the past. For the first three years after he ran away whenever he thought of his brother he would relive in prefect details what had happened before he ran away. The vision, the fight, then Conner when he had completely ignored him for the two days after the fight, everything.

Channer made quick glance to Conner before returning them to where his hands were. “Yeah well you of all people should know that sometimes I don’t know when my visions will happen. Even if I did have a vision like that didn’t mean I would know when it would happen. But you’re going to be disappointed. Since I left I’ve learned how to stop myself from have continuous visions.” Channer clenched his fists when he said that he didn’t believe he stayed at Xavier’s. “And I did stay at Xavier’s, and you might be thinking that you know me, but I have a news flash for you Conner the person you knew was a nine year old boy. I’m eighteen now. You haven’t known me for ten years.” Channer took this chance to take another quick glance at his older brother.

[conner]

*Conner was looking down until Channer spoke for the last time. Channer would be able to see the dial on the meter quickly moving as if unable to do it's job. Conner was losing control and he could feel it. This lights flickered on and off a few times and Conner stood up. Looking him square in the face.*

Your right. I don't know you, but you don't know me. *Conner's body started to suck in energy from every where even with his long sleeves, and little skin showing.* There is no reason why I shouldn't just leave you here to the mercy of Wicked. She'll tare you to shreads. You have a big mouth and a bad temper. That's not good to have when your hear. If you would have shot of to Layla you would have nightmares, far worse then any you could imagine. You make any number of people here mad and your dead. But you go ahead and shoot your mouth off. Be glad you didn't do that to Nelly. You wouldn't be here anymore.

*Conner turned away. The dial on the meter was the farthest red then it had ever been. Even Channer could tell that something bad was going on. Conner started to shake and tried to consentrate and let out energy, but he couldn't do another energy blast, at least not here. There was a reason he went to Alaska.*

[channer]

Channer just stared at Conner. “Would have left me at the mercy of Wicked? I wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for you! Everything was going fine here until I found out you were here! I would also be happy to get out of your life. Just let me have my bike and I’ll leave, and then everything can just go back to how it was before. It will be like I was never here. That’s what you wanted all along wasn’t?” Channer would be happy to leave too. The atmosphere was so charged with both of Channer’s and Conner’s emotions that Channer would like nothing more then to get on his bike and ride as far away as he could, never looking back.

Channer wasn’t stupid he knew that this was going to get very bad, very fast. The runaways were famous for having members with incredibly strong powers that were often linked to their emotions, but Channer was too emotional to even think straight, so was Conner, but at least he was more in control of it then Channer. Then again he was older and Channer was still a teenager.

[conner]

*Conner didn't respond. He regreted that argument for ten years. He regretted it right after it was done. But he couldn't say that. He placed both hands on the wall, he was slightly hunched over and shaking. The meeter slowly went up and up. Conner knew that he had to release energy to...well live. Finally after a few minutes of silence he shook his head.* That's not what I want. *He wanted Channer to like him again, and for them to be close. Conner would have looked for Channer if his powers didn't show up, and they weren't so out of control. After a few years it seemed impossible that he would recognize him.*

*He focused his energy and cut the metal that was restricting his younger brother. Still shaking, and not moving, Conner was barely able to focus.* You can do what you want. Just know that I've always regreted saying those things, and I always will. People here don't know about my past because of that. *He then turned around so that his back was on the wall and he pointed over at the meter witch was almost as high as it could go. He had a blank face on, hiding the fear. Fear for his brother, and for his life.*

[channer]

“You regretted the things you said? How come you never said anything then? I stayed for two days after we had that fight to see if you would forgive me for what I saw, but you only ignored me. If you regretted it why didn’t you tell me then? You didn’t even try to stop me.” Channer tried to keep his anger under control knowing that would most likely help more then just yelling at him. Channer’s hand instinctively went to his right wrist where a long white scar would be visible against his tanned skin. “I had thought that the only person who I could really trust hated me.”

Channer shook his head and got up and out of the bed. “What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say? That I forgive you? Well I can’t do that. Not right now.” And Channer couldn’t. He was still to angry at Conner to just forgive him just because he said that he regretted what he said. Channer regretted things about that time too, but things hadn’t affected Conner like they had Channer. Channer had thought his world had ended when Conner had said those things to him.

[conner]

*Channer thought he was the only one who took it as hard as he did. Well Conner did too.* I knew there was no way to take things back and that you would always hate me for those words. Being a twelve year old I thought you hated me. *After Channer dissapeared Conner baracaded himself in his room for four days. His parents had to get the police to break down the door, with the bed and dresser in front of it. Conner had stayed in his closet for those days, not moving, not doing anything but crying. He was rushed to the hospital because he he had passed out, still crying.*

Get the meter on the table, bring it here. I have to see how high it is. *Conner had slid down now and was closing his eyes. This was not the time to be doing this! He had to get rid of energy before everything blew. He needed to know the hight just so that he knew how much he had to get rid of.*

*He felt that this was his punishment for making the only person who he could turn to hate him. He accepted that and had to deal with it.*