Tree Bros Oneshots For Forever!

[III] Bringing Back the Fire

Part III of Playing with Fire
Requested by: basically anyone who commented on the last chapter, I'm too lazy to list all of you, but you know who you are ;)

"Evan, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Connor was standing in the middle of his bedroom, afraid to move the tiniest bit in fear of freezing something. There was already a circle of ice around his feet, and his hair was bright white and blue.

Evan shrunk back in Connor's desk chair, he could feel the cold radiating off of the taller boy in strong waves. "I-I-I don't know. Maybe you should get a good night's rest and it'll all go away?"

Connor looked nervously at his bed, then back at Evan with wide, angry eyes. "I'm not sleeping in that. I'll wake up in a block of ice."

Evan just nodded, unsure of what to say. He was still in shock that they had even made it back to Connor's house unscathed.

"We...need to find a way to bring the...fire back," Evan said after a while, twiddling his thumbs. "If we don't you'll be a living, breathing Elsa forever."

Connor nodded, not daring to even move an inch from his circle. "I'm just afraid if I get really angry again, I'll freeze my house or something." He huffed. "Teenaged emotions can be so confusing."

Evan let out a small, uncomfortable laugh. "I wish I could hug you. For support, you know."

Connor crossed his arms, closing his eyes. "Maybe if I calm myself down..." he said and breathed out roughly, but it only caused his black combat boots to freeze solid. He groaned, burying his head in his hands. "God, what's wrong with me!?"

"I'm sorry," Evan said and leaned down to pat his shoulder encouragingly. But when his hand made contact, Connor's cold body sent a sheet of ice up Evan's arm, and it moved over his body until Evan was frozen completely solid.

Connor looked up, frozen tears staining his cheeks. "Evan?" he stood straight quickly, waving a hand over the boy's frozen face. "Holy shit," he said in a shaky tone, backing into his closet. The ice shot up the door as soon as Connor touched it, but when the ice made it to the ceiling, a burst of hot energy surged from him, causing the door to burn down.

He ran a hand through his hair, and picks up a piece of it, only to find it changed to a deep orange.

"Holy fucking shit. The fire's back."

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"How was your day, hun?"

"Fine," Connor grumbled, picking at his food. He looked up at his mother with a lifeless stare, trying as hard as he could not to feel anything. All he knew was Evan was frozen solid in his room, and he didn't know what he could do to fix it. So when his mother had called him down for dinner, he'd concluded if he tried not to feel any emotions, nothing would happen. So far, it was working.

"Where's Evan? Didn't I see him walk in today?" Cynthia asked, and Connor saw Zoe try to suppress a smirk out of the corner of his eye.

"He...left," Connor looked down at his food, feeling the cushion of the chair begin to melt below him.

"How was your day?" Cynthia said, trying as hard as she could to connect in some way with him.

"Fine. I just...don't need you talking to me right now," Connor glared at his food, smoke coming out the back of his sweatshirt. Cynthia just nodded and stayed silent, knowing the consequences if she didn't listen to him.

Just then, the door banged open and Larry stepped through, a briefcase in one hand.

"Hello," he said and greeted his wife with a kiss, waving to Zoe. "Hey sport," he ruffled Connor's hair and Connor just grunted, using all his strength to focus on trying not to go off.