Justin walked up the street and around the block towards the old apartment building. This is it, he thought confidently. Taking a step inside the gate, he began walking but something else caught his attention. He saw the youngest of the four teens sitting on the steps of the entrance. Justin smiled.
"Hello Cody," the teen looked up and his eyes widened with excitement.
"Silverbolt!" he breathed, standing up. "You're back!"
"I'm surprised," Justin admitted. "I was sure Warren would tell you that I was coming."
"No he didn't say anything," Cody grinned, "but it's still great to have you back. Do you remember everything?"
"It's…coming back to me," he replied slowly. At that time, the front door opened and another teenager stepped out.
"Cody, come on. Warren told me to go and get you to come back insi…" he stopped speaking as soon as he saw Justin. "Silverbolt." He looked as amazed as Cody. Justin couldn't help but smile.
"It's good to see you again, Liam. It's good to see both of you." Liam nodded and extended his hand to Justin.
"Welcome back, brother," all three were smiling now. "Welcome home."
As they walked inside the apartment building, a door opened and Warren stepped out. He was not the least bit surprised to see Justin but his face bore a smile nonetheless.
"I knew you'd end up here eventually," he smiled. "Come. There is one other person here you need to see."
"Somehow I don't think Shawn is so thrilled to have me here," Justin pointed out.
"Nonsense," Liam waved his hand dismissingly. "We're all glad you're back, Silverbolt. You are our brother." He clapped Justin on the back.
"By spark, maybe," Justin admitted. "But Shawn and I never got along."
"What ever it is, he'll get over it." Warren assured him.
They took the elevator to the last floor and walked through the halls until they came to an apartment labeled 512. Liam fumbled in his pocket until he pulled out a set of keys, but before he had a chance to use them, the door opened and Shawn stepped out. As Justin looked him in the eyes, more and more memories resurfaced. The last teen did not look the least bit happy to see him. Shawn's dark eyes sparkled, but his face maintained an unreadable look. His arms were crossed over his chest.
"Silverbolt," his voice was ice cold.
"Shawn," Justin replied in the same cold fashion.
They shared sharp looks, and Warren could see that things were about to turn ugly. He gestured for Liam to intervene somehow. The other thought quickly.
"Uh…Shawn is very happy to see you," he told Justin, and then shot a glance at Shawn. "Aren't you?"
"Ecstatic," Shawn replied in an emotionless voice. "So," he looked Justin square in the eyes, "where have you been, brother?"