Hours later, Tony hears Jensen wake with a start. He gasps and rustling echoes throughout the cell blocks.

"Jensen, what's wrong?" Tony questions him from his spot on the ground. He sits with his back against the wall, having woken up just minutes before.

"My dad," he says, his voice laced with confusion and urgency.

His father? "What?" His eyebrows draw together.

"What's going on?" Daisy chimes in from her respective cell.

Jensen draws into a sharp breath before responding. "My dad is here, in this building."

"Huh?" Daisy says. "Your Dad? Isn't he retired military? Why would he be here?"

Tony looks up at the ceiling. "How do you know? Did you have a dream?"

"Yeah," Jensen affirms. "Someone has hired him to work here. They want him to help develop a better system for keeping captives contained—us, by the way."

"Do they know you're related? Does he know that you're here?" Alec is the next to speak up, his voice rushed in anticipation.

"No. There's no way," his voice falters at the end.

Tony can hear the uncertainty in his voice and it pains him. He knows that they're all thinking the same thing—Could Jensen's dad have known all along? He had a brief conversation with the black-haired boy a while ago about his father, and it was short because he didn't have much to say about his father. All Tony knows about him is that Jensen doesn't have a good relationship with him.

"Maybe if he ends up coming in here, he can help us escape," Daisy, the voice of optimism says.

I hope so. Tony sighs. He doubts it the moment he thinks it, however. Bad luck has followed them the day that the teenager's paths crossed.

The cells are silent for a few minutes as they all think about their situation and what to make of it.

"I saw my uncle too," Jensen speaks after a while. "I'm not entirely sure why though. I saw him at his desk at his job making a phone call. He was talking to somebody about something to do with his job. He works for the government."

"He has to be important somehow," Alec says firmly. "Lynx's dreams are always important..."

Tony runs his hand through his chocolate curls. "Is there any possibility that your Uncle could be one of the bad guys?" he asks him with clear uncertainty in his voice, knowing that his question is probably inaccurate—but at this point, any avenue should be explored.

"No," Jensen responds, not missing a beat. "He's been there for me more than my father. He's basically my father figure," Jensen tells them, waving the idea away with a quickness.

"Maybe your uncle is supposed to help us," Daisy offers him.

"Yeah, that could make sense," Jensen ponders the idea. "I guess we'll just have to sit here and wait then," he says with a sigh.

Tony sits against the wall with eyes closed. The silence provokes all of the thoughts he had been ignoring to surface. His mother. The werewolves. Percival. His role as the Phoenix. He hasn't had much time to process the death of his mother, and now the deaths of about fifty werewolves pile on top of that. He believes that he is the reason that they all died. And he's angry that if he tries to escape again they will kill more creatures.

If he tries to escape, people die. If he doesn't do anything, everyone still dies. It's a lose-lose situation. What the hell am I supposed to do? His jaw clenches and he squeezes his eyes shut.

Fire plays on the tip of his fingers on either side of his body and then it goes out as he inhales deeply, feeling the flames die out on his skin. But like blowing on embers, the fire comes back stronger seconds later.

Tony's eyes shoot open to see two big flames in either hand. He raises them to meet and rest the backside of his hands on his pants so that the flames are facing up, like two little bonfires in his palms.

"It's whatever they injected into them that's in our way. If we can prevent them from dying, then we can get out of here," Tony mutters to himself. He groans. If we could just figure out how to get it out of them, or turn it off somehow.

In Jensen's cell, he tosses and turns as he tries to get comfortable on the hard, concrete ground. He groans quietly, vocalizing his frustration.

"Are you okay in there Jensen?" Alec calls out from his cell.

Jensen groans louder this time causing Alec to chuckle. "Jensen, there's nothing else you can do. All we can do now is wait. It sucks, a lot, but I really don't think we can do anything else at this point," he says loudly, so he can hear him.

"I know!" Jensen yells from the ground, frustration clear in his voice. He sighs loudly, drawing it out. "Do I smell fire?" he adds.

"Possibly," Tony says. He tosses a ball of fire between his hands, watching the flames lick his skin without burning him.

The cells become silent once more as all four of the young adults lay on the grounds of their grey cells. Eventually, Daisy falls asleep, then Alec. Tony stays awake, playing with fire in his hands and on his fingers, and Jensen stares at the ceiling, thinking about many things.

It's not for at least two hours before Tony hears a faint whirring sound. However, it's gone within a couple of minutes, leaving them back in their silence—with the occasional snore from Alec. Tony wonders what it was that could have made that sound, but dismisses it because at this point, it's the least of the worries that cloud his mind.

Some time later, the door at the end of the hall opens.

"So they can't touch the bars at all?" A gruff voice asks. Two pairs of footsteps echo throughout the room.

"Correct," a slightly higher male voice responds. "If they do, it will burn them. Even being near it weakens them, dulling their abilities. Silver really is amazing," the person adds.

Alec peeks his eyes open to see two men peering into his cell, staring right at him. He stares back at them blankly, not moving an inch. Not giving them any satisfaction.

The thin man on the right who wears the black uniform smirks while the bigger man on the left wearing a green and tan military uniform looks at him curiously.

"Oh, crap..." Alec mutters when his eyes catch the name on the uniform of the man on the left. His dark eyes lift to see the man's fair skin and stern features wrinkled in confusion. His bright blue eyes catch Alec's in a curious stare.

The man in black with tan skin and blonde hair walks around him and leads him over to the next cell.

Tony watches as the two men walk past him slowly, looking into his cell briefly. The men continue on walking and do the same past Daisy's cell. It isn't until the last of the grey cells that they stop walking.

"Anway, we just want to make sure that nothing happens again," the man in black begins. He looks over to see the other man with a look of pure shock upon his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth parts.

"Something wrong, Wilder?" The blonde-haired man asks him as he glances between him and the young man who stares back at them with a similar expression.

"That's my son," his voice comes out thick as his blue eyes stay locked onto irises identical in color. He staggers forward and grips the silver bars.

The man in black raises one of his blonde eyebrows as he watches the older man. "This better not interfere with your job, Wilder. I can't guarantee what would happen to you or your son if you can't do what you were hired for." The middle-aged man crosses his arms.

The man called "Wilder" steps back from the bars and turns to look at the one that threatened him.

Jensen's heart beats rapidly in his chest as he watches his father turn away from him. His body remains frozen in his sitting position on the floor. He hasn't moved a muscle, too shocked to comprehend anything. His vision—oh no, he thinks. It was a warning. My dad is working for the bad guys.

Jensen's father shakes his head. "There's no problem."

Jensen's heart plummets in his chest and his father walks away from the opening, disappearing from his line of sight. "Dad!" He cries out as the other man follows after him. He rushes to the bars and leans as close as he can to them without it touching his skin.

The men continue to walk, not sparing him a second glance or even a falter in their step. Jensen's forehead gets too close to the bars and it burns him, causing him to stumble back and yell out in pain. His hands go to his forehead and he holds his head in his hand. He drops to his knees and leans forward, letting the back of his palms hit the ground with his head still in their hold.

The sound of the door slamming shut echoes throughout the cells, signaling that the men have left.

Tears stream out of Jensen's eyes silently. They drip onto the grey floor, causing small spots of a darker shade of grey to appear on the concrete.

"J—" Daisy's voice calls out. "Are you okay?"

Her voice echoes in his ears like a haze. He begins to feel like he's swaying, when in fact, he is perfectly still.

When Jensen doesn't respond, Daisy knows the answer. She leans against the wall and listens to the silence.

A couple of minutes later, Jensen hears footsteps. The door swings open and the steps quicken. Jensen looks up from the ground to see his dad standing there again. "Dad?" His voice cracked. He feels weak and unsure, not knowing if he's real or not.

"Jensen, you're one of them?" His black eyebrows draw together and his voice is laced with disappointment. His blue eyes gaze down sadly at his son. Disapproval is written all over his face.

Jensen sits up straighter, meeting his dad's eyes. His stomach drops and tears burn the back of his eyes. "Why are you surprised? I've always been a disappointment to you," he tells him harshly. He jumps onto his feet with his jaw clenched and fists forming at his sides.

His dad shakes his head. "You weren't until I found out that you are a monster," he spits back at him.

Jensen's hands shake and his eyes change from blue to orange.

His father, on the other side of the silver bars, steps back at the sudden change. "Y-your eyes..." He stares with wide eyes.

Jensen shrugs. "Yeah. It's part of the package deal," satire drips from his voice. He crosses his arms and waits for his dad to respond, not sure what to say himself. He wills his eyes to change back to blue in hopes to get his dad to stop staring at them and come back to the situation at hand.

"So," Jensen starts. "Are you going to help us escape or are you going to let us rot in here and die?" He asks his father bluntly, getting to the point, otherwise, this encounter is pointless.

His dad stares at him for a few seconds before looking away. He glares at the floor. "I can't help you. You're dangerous and I have to protect the world from things like you, whether you're my son or not. It's my duty."

This really hits Jensen hard in the heart. His knees tremble, becoming weak from his words. "But, Dad..." His voice cracks, causing his father to look back up at him. Their eyes share an identical look of hurt.

Without another word, his dad turns on his heel and walks out of the room.

Daisy stands at the opening of her cell with her arms crossed as she watches the older man walk forward with a straight face, as if the conversation with his son had never happened.

Tony looks at him in disgust as he plays with a ball of fire in his hands, standing as close to the bars as he can.

Alec stands at the bars too. However, he takes a different approach. When Jensen's father comes into his view, a low, deadly growl erupts from his throat.

It takes all of the older man's will to not look over and continue to walk with his head held high towards the door.

The slam of the door echoes throughout all of the cells.

"Well I guess he's not helping us," Alec says as he rolls his eyes and paces around his cell. He growls and balls his hands into fists.

Tony rolls his eyes at the sound of his brother's tantrum, throwing the ball of fire at the cement wall behind him. "Great observation, Sherlock," he retorts.

Daisy walks toward the wall that separates her and Jensen. "Jensen?" Her voice is soft and timid. He doesn't respond to her. "Your dad's a big douchewad. We knew that from the beginning—and honestly, he showed a lot more emotion than I thought he would."

Jensen listens to her soft words as he leans against the cement wall between them. "Yeah..." he mutters. His mind races. One thing sticks in his mind. We're going to die here. "I really wanted to die of old age, you know," he says out loud. "I wanted to have a big, loving family. I wanted a family like Tony's," his voice falters as he shares his thoughts. He sighs. "I wanted."

Daisy sighs as well and leans against the wall that keeps them away from each other. "Yeah, I would love that too. There's still a chance, J." She lifts her hand up and places the flat of her palm against the wall. "Let's not give up just yet," she whispers.

A ghost of a smile finds its way onto Jensen's lips. "I hope so, Daze," he says to her, softly, sadness seeping through his words, breaking the girl's heart even more.