izzyalienqueen | Meta-Chem Pharmaceuticals, Roswell, New Mexico

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	Wyatt orbed in at that moment, bringing Dean with him, while Chris appeared beside him with Michael. He scanned the room and saw what was happening to Isabel immediately. "Isabel!" he yelled.
	Chris immediately let go of Michael and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. The situation was precarious and he didn't want Wyatt charging in and making things worse.
	Michael had no such compunctions, and no one holding him back. One squeeze of his raised fist and the gun at Meg's throat crumpled into uselessness.
	"The hell?" The guard holding Meg said, releasing his hold on her as he stared at the gun in his hand.
	As soon as the guard let go of Meg she ran as fast as she could towards Dean.
	Dean stepped forward to intercept Meg, swinging his gun to cover the still armed guards. "You really don't want to give us an excuse. I'm the nice one of this bunch."
	Unaware of the new arrivals, Isabel remained focused on Meris as power surged uncontrollably between them. Her skin wrinkled and her hair turned white. With a scream Meris rose to her feet and pushed her away, collapsing into Clayton's arms as he stepped forward to catch her.
	"Take care of them," Clayton order, Meris in his arms as he turned and strode from the room.
	The guards were very well paid to follow orders. They were also unimpressed by what appeared to be teenagers, no matter how they arrived or what weapons they carried. The two guards still with working weapons pointed them at the rescue party while the third followed after his boss.
	Wyatt shook off Chris's hand. The guards were between him and Isabel. He had to get to her and undo whatever they'd done to her. He raised his hand and clenched his fist, using his TK to first strangle one of the guards, then lifting him into the air and slamming him back against the wall. He'd never used his power like this before, never felt so strong. It was exhilarating.
	And then there was one guard left holding a gun.
	Unable to support herself any longer, Isabel collapsed onto the floor, old and wrinkled. Instantly a circle of fire shot out from her body, then flashed back, setting the room on fire. Proving he did have a tiny bit more brains then muscle, the guard ran.
	Michael was staring, horrified, and then he dashed forward, yelling his sister's name. The flames mounted higher as what control he had slipped, responding to his emotion.
	Dean understood the kind of emotion gripping Michael, but in a pryokinetic panic in the middle of a fire was definitely Not A Good Thing. "Michael!" he yelled grabbing the boy's shoulder to keep him from running directly into the flames. Pulling him back caused the flames to shoot up even more and Dean made a very quick decision to keep them all from becoming fricasee. He stuck his gun in the back of his pants and then punched Michael intending to knock him out.
	He hadn't been expecting it, hadn't seen it coming, and so hadn't made any attempt to block the hit. He dropped like a stone, and the flames subsided to where they had been before.
	Dean caught him before he could hit the floor and started pulling him back from the fire. He glanced over at Wyatt. "Can you TK a path through the flames to her?"
	Wyatt didn't appear to have heard Dean. A glowing blue ball of energy appeared in his hand, and he threw it after the fleeing guard. He then turned his attention to the fire, flicking his hand so that a pathway appeared in the flames. He ran quickly through, gathering Isabel in his arms, summoning his power to heal her.
	Chris was right on Wyatt's heals, using his TK to keep the flames from closing back in on them. He didn't realize he was holding his breath as he waited for Wyatt's healing to work.
	It wouldn't. It had all been too much. Isabel's body slowly disintegrated into dust.
	Objects in the room began to rattle and shake as Wyatt stared at the dust in his hands and all around him on the floor. Like all his family, his powers were tied to his emotions, and the rage and grief he was feeling now were sending them out of control. A window shattered as the whole room shuddered. He was going to kill every last one of the people responsible for this.
	Chris completely understood his brother's emotions, but he was worried that his out of control powers were going to hurt the wrong person. "Wyatt," he said, his voice sad, but firm. He put his hand back on his brother's shoulder, wishing that he could find words to comfort him.
	Meg had her hand over her mouth, wanting to scream but knowing it'd only make things worse. Instead she started to cry silently.
	Wyatt didn't seem to realize or care that loose objects were starting to fly about the room. He rose to his feet, staring at the door which Clayton and Meris had fled through. The door exploded outward in a shower of wood shards.
	Even without Michael's influence, the fire was starting to spread as alarms started to sound.
	"We need to get out of here," Chris said. Dean had a hold of Michael, so Chris reached for Meg's hand and grabbed his brother, intent on orbing them all out before anyone else died.
	Wyatt shoved Chris away. "Go," he snarled. "Get them out of here. I'm not leaving."
	"I'm not leaving without you," Chris insisted.
	Teeth clenched, Wyatt said, "And I'm not leaving without making them pay." His eyes were wild with grief and rage, and energy crackled around his hands. He turned and started to move toward the shattered remains of the door.
	Chris had to make a snap decision. He wasn't about to leave his brother here to die and he couldn't risk Michael, Meg and Dean while they went to find whoever was responsible. He orbed in front of his brother and immediately struck out to punch him, hoping that he'd catch Wyatt off guard and get through before his protective shield triggered.
	The last thing Wyatt was expecting was for his brother to attack him, so his shield didn't respond to the threat. Chris's fist smashed into his jaw, and down he went.
	Chris grabbed Wyatt and made his way back to the others so he could orb them all out.