AN: WOOT! ANOTHER new story! Aren't you glad?

"We are not going over this again!"

"You can't control me! I'm not a child and you're not my parent!"

"I took care of you since you were little and got you a job!"

"You were forced to take care of me and that job ended up with all of us like this!"

"Well you're still alive! Be grateful for that!"

"This existence is deplorable! I did not wish for this to happen!"

"Well then you should have made an effort to stop the research!"

"Maybe I was too nervous and little to try!"

"Well whose fault is that?"

"This conversation is pointless!"

The door slammed into the wall as it flew open and a small teen stalked out.

Inside the cold room, a blond man fumed.

'I hate dealing with teenagers,' he thought to himself and sighed. 'He's basically my son, my other son. My second "son" is the same way. We talk and end up fighting and then he runs off.'

He sighed to himself again. 'Why are teenagers so irritating?'

He walked into the next room to get back to work and cool off.

The small teen reached his room and threw himself face down on his bed.

He lay quietly for a while to regain his composure.

'He can be such a pain sometimes. I know he means well but the way he pesters me about such trivial things is so annoying!'

The door opened and a face peered in.

"Are you okay?" the face called in a concerned voice.

He mumbled a 'yes' into the bedding.

"It doesn't sound like you mean it," the visitor replied and stepped into the room.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the small teen.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he mumbled again.

The visitor put a hand on the teen's back.

"You can't lie to me. What happened?" he soothed.

The teen raised an arm from his face and peered through the gap at the older boy.

"Please?" he begged quietly.

The teen sighed to himself and rolled over onto his back.

"I just had a fight. That's all," he finally admitted.

The older boy raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Are you sure that's it?"

The teen nodded once.

The older boy narrowed his eyes. "Don't lie to me! I could hear the yelling in my room!"

The teen lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry."

The older boy's eyes softened and he lowered his voice. "What happened? The truth this time," he said sternly.

The teen took a breath.

"I'm not even sure. We just fight about the most random and redundant topics. Whenever I see him lately we just end up yelling." He looked sad, an unusual expression for the usually impassive boy. "I walk in the door and he demands why I'm two minutes late! I hand him the wrong beaker and I get a lecture about the importance of correctly labeling everything in the lab! I don't know what happened but he's very short-tempered now."

The older boy reached down and brushed the bangs out of the teen's face.

"I still think about him as a mentor and parental figure and still care about him as much as possible, but things are very tense." If he could cry, tears would be flooding his eyes. "He's the only person who ever took care of me and I can't remember my real parents so that just makes us closer, but" he stopped. "I don't know what to do."

The older boy scrutinized the teen's face. 'This is really bothering him. Nothing usually stirs his "emotions", but this situation was really affecting him.'

"I think he's just stressed. He's been getting a lot of pressure to finish his experiments and maybe you're presence makes it worse."

'That's true. He has been put under a lot of pressure lately and I haven't been very attentive when I'm helping him.'

"Maybe you should just go talk to him? Apologizing might help," the older boy suggested.

The teen nodded and crossed to the door.

"I'll be right back."

The older boy nodded, understanding that the teen had to go.

"Good luck," he called softly as the door closed.

The teen entered the lab find it empty.

"Hello?"

Silence.

He strolled through the basement rooms and finally heard voices coming from behind a mostly closed door.

Peering through the crack, he saw the blond man talking to a much bigger pair of men.

He could see that the blond man was slightly trembling against the wall.

"I-I swear that it'll be finished in 3 days. I need time to make sure it'll perform all the functions you requested."

The burly men stared down at him and didn't respond for a few minutes.

"Fine. 3 days," one of them replied. "If it isn't finished, then we'll be back. And if we have to come back, we'll be mad," he leaned down to glare in the man's face, "and you don't want to see us angry."

He straightened and the pair strolled out of the room.

The teen hid in the shadows as they passed.

Inside the storage room panicked breathing could be heard.

AN: I really hate to use those page breaks. I wish MY page breaks carried over but they don't! :( So! This was meant to be a oneshot but that didn't happen...and if you know me (or you've been to my page and know what I like to write about), you'll be able to guess who the three characters are! But if you can't the names ARE used in the next chapter.

I'm actually working on that now. The page is pulled open next to this page and I'm typing it so it should be up soon!

See ya then! :D