KYLE XY
DIVINATION OF GREATNESS
(I do not own any of the characters or locations from ABC Family's television show KYLE XY, shown in the below Fan Fiction. Each is the property of their respective owners at ABC Studios and any affiliates. The following is for recreational purposes only).

Prologue

Every story has an ending lest it forever cycle. This is the conclusion of my tale and for once I can say I'm truly safe. What I had planned, everything I aspired to accomplish in the beginning proved to be nothing except unsuccessful and the journey that ensued was one I never expected. Severe errors came from it. Was it worth it? Did every mistake, every wrong-doing, every error undo itself in the end?

Before this endeavour, I never really understood family. I thought I did but not in the way that I do now. Michael Cassidy is my brother. With such knowledge how would you react? Do you love those who should be your enemy for what they are or do you fight them with every fibre in your being to destroy their plans? The decisions were hard, the consequences even harder but it taught me one thing, it taught me never to underestimate the bond that is created both in blood and in spirit when those you consider a part of your being become true friends and true allies. This is my final tale, this is my ending, and this is my beginning.

Into The Black.
Many Days Prior

The distinctive gnaw of guilt biting at Kyle's stomach didn't come across unexpectedly as he pushed down gently on the button that would stop the camera recording. It felt soft under his index finger; easily breakable like everything else he laid his hands on however he had long learnt to control his own strength. He eyed it for a second, noticing the amount of dust that had collected on it during its time spent doing nothing in Tom Foss' safe house, where Kyle had been taken after his run in with Cassidy – the nemesis he had only recently discovered. Feeling how light it was, how delicate the silver metal body felt, he laid it to rest upon a nearby desk; small, old and made of oak, pushed against the old plasterboard wall of the garage in which he now situated himself. Upon the desk, many small pieces of paper lay filled with his signature dotted-drawing style, though rather of friends and family, the prodigy had been drawing maps of Vancouver - he was planning something, something big. He felt the guilt of recording this video invading his body like a virus but he was fully aware that this was the only safe course of action now. In truth, he had convinced himself that this all would be fully justifiable in the end, especially with what bringing her here now would entail. He desperately wanted to see her again and if it wasn't for the fact that returning home would be a grave error, he'd make getting back to her his top priority; however he knew they were looking for him now and thus looking for Amanda too. Since Kyle had last seen her, what felt like an age had passed and with every minute, the longing only grew harder to bare. He'd come so close - so incredibly close – to abandoning his plans and risking everything once more, just so that he could be by her side.

Kyle leant in closer to the table, his arms outstretched, gripping the edges of the oak as if he was holding on to it for his life, studying the maps. He'd already memorised them, it was as if his mind had taken a photo the moment he first glanced at them yet there was no room for error and further hard study was the safer option if his plans were to succeed. He was focusing so much that when the nearby door creaked open and Tom Foss appeared, he was taken momentarily by surprise.
"I didn't hear you come in," Kyle pointed out, releasing his grip on the table when Foss, the man that was both his friend and ally in these trouble times, appeared at his side. He was a slender man but there was nothing not threatening about the way he stood both confidently and boldly, Kyle felt grateful he was on his side.
"I'm not surprised. You've been so focused on your work of late, you should be remaining vigilant," Foss replied.
"I am, trust me," Kyle smirked, he'd known Foss for a long time, in fact he'd known him longer than anyone but now, truly, was he starting to feel like a friend. For a moment, Kyle thought he saw what looked like a hint of amusement in Foss' expression but it was short lived for his face turned hard and serious.
"We need to talk about what happened at yours,"
Kyle knew it was only a matter of time before Foss raised the subject again; the dreaded conversation about the revelation Cassidy made to Kyle a few weeks prior that was always being dug up from the grave.
"…Kyle, you had a chance to end things, there and then," Foss continued, not taking any liberties to hide his disappointment. "Why didn't you finish him off?"
Kyle felt anger flaring in his eyes. Michael Cassidy is my brother.
"He's family!" Kyle snapped, expecting better of Foss. He of all people should understand the importance of the word family after all he had been through with his own. There was nothing but the truth in Cassidy's eyes when he revealed that Kyle and he were kin; when such was made apparent all Kyle could do was let the defeated man drop to the ground and watch as he fled into the distance, vowing for revenge. It was a horrible resolve and one Kyle hadn't hoped for because now his family was in danger, his friends were in danger, his very life was in danger and Foss showed no sympathy, he blamed Kyle for it, claimed it was foolish to let him go and since had been constantly reminding him of his mistake. However Kyle wasn't remorseful of his 'error', in fact he was glad he let Cassidy go, when his family was safe and his friends too, then he'd find a solution that led to no injury or death.
Kyle didn't want to remain inside with Foss whilst he pursued the subject again; he noticed the front of the garage remained open and so made for it without warning his friend, knowing he would only follow. He did.
"He's not family anymore, Kyle. You of all people should know who your real family are now."
Kyle knew Foss was referring to the Tragger family, whom he had recently left. The mention of them sent sharp shards of glass through his heart, though he wouldn't give Tom Foss the satisfaction of seeing such.

It was twilight out; the street was empty and the sound of crickets filled the air. The serenity that came with it was relaxing; the view of the stars glistening above was invigorating. In all aspects, the street wasn't dissimilar to the road Kyle and his friends had lived down before he left though it was off times much quieter. Kyle expected not to see a single person in sight and knew that there wouldn't be any time soon, for Foss and he were in a quiet and secluded village a little of Vancouver whose only residents would long be asleep at this hour; it was for this reason that Foss picked this location for his safe house, however it was also chosen as it was in a place not far from Kyle's Vancouver home. Foss believed with a strong passion that Latnok would overestimate Kyle and search for him as far away from home as possible but personally, Kyle felt that this theory didn't have solid evidence to back it up and he was in the exact same amount of risk he would be in if he had remained in Vancouver itself, however he knew better than to confront Foss on the matter.
The two walked side-by-side, tension floated heavily in the air, feeling as if it weighed them down but neither wanted to be the first to break the silence. Kyle knew Foss had read him like an open book after the mention of the Traggers, he chuckled to himself at the irony of it; he was supposed to be the one reading into people, not the other way round.
Only when they reached the curb, leaving the drive of the house behind them, did the two stop.
"Why didn't you tell me he was my brother?" Kyle tactfully mumbled, wanting to take the subject away from the Traggers. He knew Foss had known the whole time, he'd proven that by keeping his distance from the two whilst they quarrelled, as if he was burdened by something in which it was not his place to say. Kyle looked down at the floor, letting his hands slip into the pockets of the navy blue denim jeans he wore. He was avoiding eye contact with his friend, he had learnt such subtle gestures showed a lot about a person's mood and he would do what he could to exploit such though Foss reacted only by sighing, placing a reassuring arm on Kyle's shoulder as he did.
"Kyle, I did what I had to do to protect you," he said, in the most soft and comforting tone he could muster. "Think about it, you and Jesse would have focused your efforts on Cassidy once you found out he was your brother. You wouldn't have been able to resist finding out as much information as you could on him and Grace Kingsley as people - and Latnok, well it would have stopped being your concern."
"But isn't that what you wanted?" Kyle wondered, looking up at Foss with a confused look. "I thought you wanted the best for me and for Latnok to just leave us alone?"
"I did, Kyle," Foss convinced him and such was true, true for a time. "That's all I've ever wanted yet it's clear now, especially with Baylin dead, that Latnok will remain a constant threat until they're overthrown completely. You told me they're trying to raise an army of clones; imagine if they succeeded."
"They won't." Kyle assured Foss. "I stopped them, I contaminated their cloning pods."
Foss smiled briefly but his expression was ultimately one of hopelessness, almost as if he had no trust for Kyle after had he let Cassidy get away. Michael Cassidy is my brother.
"Latnok are smarter than that, they will have a backup plan." Foss stated.
"Then I will find out what it is and stop them from executing it." Kyle replied confidently. "…And I need your help."
Kyle turned round abruptly and strode back into the garage; Foss quickly followed knowing better than to hesitate when Kyle had a plan. As he reached the entrance, he pulled a small insignificant remote out of his pocket which closed the large door behind them.
The duo returned to the oaken table on the far side of the garage where Kyle had drawn up the maps of the nearby area. As Foss approached it, he couldn't help but admire the detail of Kyle's drawings.
"There's a small, unused cabin here," Kyle stated, pointing at an x on the picture. "I'm sending Amanda there but I want you to get there first. I've placed a television in there, something cheap that won't get stolen but it will play what's on this tape. Set it up for when she arrives," he picked up the camera and forced it into Foss' hand before tracing a line north on the map, until his finger reached a large road. "…Then wait for her here. Bring her to the safe house and obviously make sure we're not followed," he smirked.
"Why?" Foss asked, studying the map. "I mean, why can't I just meet her at this cabin of yours? Surely that would be safer for her."
"I know," Kyle continued. "Yet Amanda needs to face me alone, it would do her no good having you by her side, she hasn't seen me in months, you must understand Foss."
Foss clearly didn't look happy but he kept it to himself.
"…Then what?" Foss asked. "She'll get in the way Kyle."
Kyle smiled, "Don't worry," he said. "Trust me, I have a plan for her - I'll put her to good use."

The place she'd been told to go looked small and unimpressive from the outside but she knew it was safe. Looking through its shattered windows, careful not to cut herself, she saw it was a dark room with no light except for a small white flickering screen on an old black CRT television precariously placed against a damp and crooked wall in the far corner. The image on the screen flashed unimpressively: once, twice and then went black followed by silence. However, the silence only lasted shortly for she swallowed her fear and gently pushed against the bulky wooden door next to the wrecked window causing it to slowly creak open. As she did, she noticed the broken padlock where there once was a handle. Someone had been in here before her.
The girl was garbed simply in a plain tee with tight denim jeans and a red and white baseball cap which she hoped would help disguise her. In truth, it hid little; her soft, round face and long wavy blonde hair with subtle auburn highlights (a stark but attractive contrast) were still clear and distinct, especially now it was flowing in the breeze that gently gusted into the small room through the open door. In fact, it was more of a cabin than a room and the television was the only source of electricity. Granted, there was a lamp in the corner but the bulb was long removed and there was no shade to speak of. Without the light of the moon outside and the stars glistening above, the girl feared she wouldn't be able to see at all.
"KYLE?!" She snapped, a tinge of hope audible in her tone. Her gentle blue eyes were red from crying; even now tears were rolling softly down her cheeks though no longer was she hysterical. She stepped slowly away from the doorframe, making sure that the door itself remained open behind her to light her way. The floor creaked menacingly below her. It was almost as if the screen had detected her arrival because suddenly a small green light flashed on it immediately drawing the woeful girl's attention. After a moment's delay, the comforting face of her long-term partner materialised on the screen.
"KYLE!" The girl exclaimed again, she clambered quickly to the television, falling to her knees as she reached it and almost knocking it off the oaken cabinet that it stood atop as she threw her hands against the glass, as if she was touching Kyle on the other side.
"Amanda." The voice from the screen answered as calm and confident as a Brazilian matador, as if he wasn't at all surprised or happy to see her. It couldn't be possible.
"Kyle, I've been so worri – "Amanda started, ignoring the feeling of apprehension that accompanied Kyle's entry.
" – I'm sorry I had to bring you here," Kyle interjected. "…But I'm afraid nowhere else is safe. As I record this video, Grace Kingsley and Latnok are storming my house, searching for me. Jesse is gone and so are all the others that we both hold dear but I can't afford to lose you."
Amanda didn't know how to take what she was hearing, it left so much unexplained. Kyle had recently disappeared without warning and to suddenly return to tell her she was in danger, it didn't make sense. How did Kyle know Latnok were attacking his home when he hadn't been there for what felt an age? Also, Amanda was Kyle's neighbour, it was impossible for the alleged attack to go unnoticed while she was there; nobody could be that subtle, could they?
Amanda's hands dropped from the screen and fell to her knees; she would make sure these questions were answered as soon as she saw Kyle again. She was a little disappointed to have him televised like this, especially given the text message she'd received earlier telling her to come to the cabin, that he was waiting for her. She'd tried replying but Kyle seemed to be ignoring all his incoming messages. In future she would also confirm whether or not he would be waiting in person before going on such ventures. Regardless of this, Amanda begun to show a subtle hint of a smile at seeing Kyle again yet her tears still outweighed it. She thought they were tears of joy at first but she soon realised it was mostly sorrow for the fact Kyle hadn't actually been waiting in person. She had at least hoped when she first saw Kyle's face appear on the screen that she'd be able to have a video conversation with him like Josh and Andy do back home, two long-distance lovers – or ex-lovers as recent times proved. Amanda wondered briefly if they were okay or if they were gone too, like Jesse.
"Rest assured there's nothing for you to fear, Amanda. Not here. You're safe," The voice continued in a more direct and urgent tone"…But I need you to head directly north from this cabin as soon as I've finished talking. Straight ahead from the entrance, at the road, you will find a car waiting for you. The driver, Tom Foss, is a trusted friend of mine. He'll take you out of the country, your mother will be waiting upon your arrival and soon I'll join you." Despite the urgency of his voice, Kyle seemed as calm and coordinated as ever. Had he been planning this endeavour the whole time when he left?
"I'm sorry I can't tell you much more but I promise you, Amanda, that everything will be back to normal soon and everything will be alright. I can save everyone, I know I can," Amanda felt her chin rise and for a moment she met Kyle's eyes directly. It seemed as if he was aware of this; a smile flickered on his face to reflect such but it was just a recording, a funny coincidence. Seeing Kyle look at Amanda like that though, it sent sparks through her. It was hard to bare too. Amanda didn't know where Kyle had gone or how things had become as they were. It had all happened so quickly and before she knew it, Kyle had become just a distant memory as he went off to wage whatever war he'd been fighting, until a few hours before when she'd received that one text message asking her to come to the cabin where she'd find him waiting. She had, in a sense, but obviously not how she'd imagined and for this reason, Amanda felt somewhat betrayed but at least she had seen Kyle, this bought her some joy. The screen went dark again.

There was calmness after the short video and during it, strangely, Amanda felt tranquil, assured that soon everything would in fact be back to normal as Kyle had promised. She had absolute faith in her boyfriend, yet faith alone wasn't enough to keep her strong and mere moments later she felt herself let out a loud unprecedented sob. She was weeping again much to her dismay and annoyance. What did Kyle mean by everything would be alright? That he could save everyone? Hours earlier everyone hadn't needed saving, how it came to this so suddenly was unexplainable and perplexing though not entirely unexpected; since that evening when Amanda had visited the treacherous Nate at his home and found all the information of Kyle's origins, everything had begun changing.

Amanda pulled herself to her feet. Regardless of whatever had happened, she needed to pull herself together and head north in hope of finding this Tom Foss Kyle spoke of. It confused her as to why she'd never heard of such a person before, from someone she thought she knew everything about; yet recently Kyle had revealed much to her and it appeared there was a lot more to him than what met her eye.

Without looking back into the dreary cabin, Amanda stepped into the cold outside. She was in a forest, in fact she'd been to this forest many times before but she knew not of any road due north. The forest was the closest woodland to her and her friend's home in Vancouver; she'd almost lost Kyle here when they travelled underground together, into the base of a company Kyle referred to as ZZyzx.
Amanda felt the cold breeze of the outside air touch her, the trees flustered gently in the wind yet other than the gentle whistle, there was still not a sound. It was as if she was alone, here out in the forest she'd expected to at least catch sight of a thrush or similar bird; but alas no such comfort had been given. Amanda slowly began to walk forward, leaving the cabin behind her as requested yet it didn't take her long to realise that it was her only landmark, what if she lost her bearings out in the forest and she found herself going on for miles? Nonsense, Amanda couldn't let petty fears overcome her at a time as important as this. She'd travelled through these woods many a time and besides, she had her phone on her she could always call for help if anything went wrong.

Hours of walking north passed uneventful, Amanda found herself growing tiresome and the temptation to pull her phone out of her pocket and begin playing music from it was growing more and more heavy, but she was smarter than that. If whoever Kyle was referring to were following her now, she'd be drawing them a map to herself. Besides, even if there was nobody behind her there was still the risk that she would attract unnecessary attention.
Amanda could feel the fatigue in her lungs, unsurprisingly. This had been the furthest she'd walked in a long, long while. She grew bored, the fear of whatever danger she was in begun to disparate. She felt just like a little girl lost in the dark woods. Dawn would break soon; it had been almost midnight when Amanda rushed out of her home. Why Kyle couldn't have just rung her and told her what he did, she didn't know. She would have had a chance to speak to him, if this were the case – unless that was the very thing that Kyle was trying to avoid.

A sudden hoot of an owl threw Amanda back into reality and the soft tweeting of birds could be heard in the distance, at last, though there was no sound of any cars which by now Amanda had hoped to hear. She was beginning to grow a thirst too, why hadn't she prepared for this? It would have been so easy to just grab a bottle of water when she left her house; she knew the abandoned cabin itself was a long way into the forest when she left.

Another hour had passed and Amanda thought she heard the soft, distant sound of car engines. The road! She found her pace quickening, hoping upon hope that someone would appear to show her where to find this car Kyle spoke of. Someone did.
All of a sudden a cowed figure jumped out, as if from nowhere, and before Amanda knew she was on the ground, whoever it was had tackled her, the speed of whatever drove into her made it feel like a rock, slamming into her with alarming force. Before she knew it, she was pinned under the weight of her attacker. Fear begun to sink in as the worst possibilities were realised. Did this have anything to do with Kyle? She felt herself struggling but it seemed in vain as the man atop her was undisturbed by her weak flailing. Quickly, he grabbed both of Amanda's arms, his grip felt like iron. Amanda knew something somewhere had gone terribly wrong. This had nothing to do with Kyle, Kyle wouldn't allow any such harm to befall her no matter how minor it may be. A snapping twig indicated that her and her attacker weren't alone but the hope this bought Amanda was short lived; the second man that appeared from behind a nearby tree had a hard, cold look about him. He was immediately recognisable, his hair was long, black and unkempt, his features however remained handsome. Though, there was nothing handsome about the evil smile on his face when he saw the struggling girl, it was as if the man took pleasure from it.
"Hello Amanda." Cassidy said. Then everything went black.

When Amanda came to, the first thing she realised was that her hands were bound. She was alone in the back of a polished car, she felt so small on its leather seats - especially when she saw the large bulk of a man behind the wheel. He made her feel so feeble; it must have been him who threw her to the ground in the woods. At the memory of that, her arms begun to ache and she realised she'd been hit with quite a lot of force in the head. It must have knocked her out. At the sound of her stirring, a second person, in the passenger seat turned around to face her, a triumphant look upon him: Cassidy.
Why are you doing this?! Where are you taking me?! Amanda tried to shout.
No words were coming from her mouth, it was only then she felt the pressure of the gag tight around her mouth.
"I apologise for that." Cassidy noted, pointing at it with a smirk. "…But we couldn't have you screaming or distracting our kind driver, could we?"
Amanda begun to sob, it felt like she'd done nothing else recently.
"Now, now, you don't need to cry." Cassidy tried to look reassuring but Amanda could see the maniacal glint in his eye. "We're taking you somewhere safe, away from harm, Amanda." He promised. He turned back around and made a quick note to the driver to make a turn before facing Amanda again. "Now, you're friend Kyle is proving to be quite a pain at the moment." He proceeded; Amanda noticed the red marks around his neck and a plaster above his brow which she hadn't seen before. It made her smile, she so wished she'd been there to see Kyle then, she knew Cassidy's wounds had to be from Kyle. "…And we at Latnok feel that he is in need of certain convincing to make him behave again. We think you will make a nice gift for his obedience, should he be brave enough to confront us."
Cassidy turned away from the girl, a sinister aura remained about him wherever he went, Amanda realised. She imagined herself at home with Kyle, back before everything started to get out of control, before Cassidy and Latnok – even before Jesse. The magical moments, that's what bought her joy. The moments just after her and Kyle first met. She knew, with confidence, that the thought of this would get her through the coming days.

"What do you mean she wasn't there?!" Kyle shouted, slamming his fists against the oaken table, infuriated at the bluntness of Foss upon his return.
"I told you as it was, Kyle. I went to where you asked, I waited, as you asked, and Amanda never showed up," Foss was remaining calm; however Kyle could see his eye twitch with the annoyance about being confronted by his former student. If there was one thing Kyle was sure of, it was that Tom Foss couldn't tolerate having control taken from him and in this skirmish with Kyle, he was completely without it.
"It's not like Amanda to just not show up." Kyle stated, flabbergasted.
"She wasn't there, Kyle." Foss repeated.
"Then we have to go there," Kyle immediately set out to stride past Foss and step outside but before he knew it, he felt his arm caught in the man's grip.
"What are you doing?! Get off me!" Kyle snapped, pulling his arm away with the force of a giant, with anger clouding his eyes. He immediately resumed stride.
"Kyle, wait!" Foss pleaded, following him at a careful pace. "Look. I know that this isn't what you planned but if Latnok have got to Amanda-"
"-Then I'll get Amanda back!"
"Kyle, it might not be that simple!" Foss continued, desperation starting to become apparent in his voice but Kyle wasn't taken aback by it.
"I know the risks." He said, stopping for a moment and giving Foss the benefit of the doubt. "…But I can't lose her again, Foss."
"Be realistic about it" Foss countered. "Look, even if I was to go along with this idea of taking on Latnok, where would you even start?"
"That's simple." Kyle smiled. "Where Amanda was last known to be: At the Cabin." A look of confidence was about him which Foss knew all too well.