"We can't leave him!" Red said desperately.

Quarrel slipped up to the tube and pressed his hands against it, frowning.

There was a moment of stillness before suddenly the figure inside shifted and opened his eyes. They were so pale as the looked out at Q.

Staring into the figure's pale eyes, Quarrel reached out and touched the glass.

The little boy inside curled himself slowly and reached up- pressing his hand again Quarrel's on the other side of the glass.

"...Q, get him outta there." Red said quietly.

Closing his eyes, Quarrel attempted to drown out the noise in his head long enough to unlock the door on the tube.

It sprang open, liquid leaking out. The Silver moved over and pried it open, catching the boy as he spilled out.

Red grabbed a lab coat off the back of one of the chairs and moved to wrap it around the little boy as he coughed up a lungful of oxygenated liquid.

Quarrel rubbed his back to try and soothe him, giving Red a nod of thanks as he scooped the child into his arms.

"You can't have him." Came a voice and Red whirled to find his fathers right hand standing in the doorway. "You have any idea the implications of removing him?"

"Get out of our way!" Quarrel snapped, holding the child closer.

"You've interrupted his development." The man took a step forward. "You have any idea what that may have done to him? He doesn't belong to you!"

"Quarrel, get him out." Red said.

"I wont leave you," Quarrel hissed. "He's got no power - he can't hold us if we fight him."

"I can't let you take him." The man said. "You don't understand the risks."

"We're not going to let you keep him!" Quarrel snapped.

"You think you can?" The man asked. "Really?"

"I'll die trying, if I have to," Quarrel whispered, his eyes narrowed dangerously.