Since May has been a decent month for TSS fanfics (I say that loosely, this is as good as it gets for a fandom this unpopular). I want to write for TSS more but its hard X( I'm guilty for writing for bF5 fics and my own characters. This isn't brand new. Its from Feb, but its twice as good as the rest of the awful writing in this collection. Anyway, I found this AU on tumblr that somebody else made, which was an AU where the whole Saturday family was Kur, not just Zak (just the humans). With their permission I made this oneshot and a couple of headcanons. PM me if you want the headcanons and a link to the creator's post on this. This takes place around kur part 2 in NYC but there are some differences from the normal episode canon, esp. characters.

Zak darted around the corner of the nearest building and tried to catch his breath. He could hear the shouting of the angry mob from a few streets away, their furious yelling only growing louder and more aggressive. Pressing his back further into the cold metal did little to hide him and soon, sure enough, he couldn't shake the notion that he was all alone. He could feel his heart pounding against the confines of his chest as he tried to bring his erratic breathing under control, fearing that it would ultimately lead to his detection. His panic escalated when he realised he was failing to naturally sense any help nearby. His nearly ever present connection with his parents and uncle was gone, which indicated that they were all some distance away. Now desperate as he knew they couldn't rescue him, he felt a warmth and agitation on his skin as Kur called out to his allies.

They didn't call back. Zak knew that there were cryptids running rampant on the city streets – he was flinching with their rage and frustration more by the minute. Yet although he was born with the remains of their ancient king flowing through his veins, he might as well have been a normal human being. They remained uninterested in his pleas. From what Zak could make out, after the Naga's had learnt the family's dark secret, Rani Nagi and her subordinates had seized control over most of the earth's cryptid population. The disturbing part was that it seemed like the four ancient Sumerian cryptid entities in the family – or the parts of them that were evil at least: they were more than happy to let the Naga's wreak havoc on New York city. The situation seemed bleak. Hopeless even.

"Hey, there's one of them!"

Zak's heart was in his throat as he saw one man come racing around the street corner and he practically felt like it was going to ditch his body when he saw the rest of the mob follow, their angry eyes set on him. Even though he felt rooted to the spot, Zak managed to work feeling back into his legs and run. Run for his life. He darted down the nearest alleyway. It was a good job he had the claw, otherwise he would have never been able to outrun some of them. Though his training didn't prove faithful in the end because after losing his way in a back alley, he found himself cornered against three unscalable, solid brick walls. His eyes pinned from left to right and then back again wildly, looking for escape routes. The mob was rounding the last corner and the walls were all too high to grapple onto with the claw. As the angry crowd met him against the dead end, Zak felt like a rat in a trap. Back once again against a wall, Zak took out the claw and pointed it at the advancing people to create a barrier.

"Stay back!"

People were afraid of what they didn't understand, so it was no surprise that the sight of the boy's weapon glowing bright orange like a fiery stick in unison with his eyes made them move back and emit cries and gasps. However, Zak knew that his tricks wouldn't hold them back for long. The strongest in the group were already starting to move through towards him. The situation had become so tense and heated that Zak knew it would be nearly impossible to escape on foot now.

Just as he thought the people were going to grab him and the situation was going to explode into an inferno; Zak witnessed what he could interpret as a miracle. He heard the sound of a jetpack roaring overhead, slowly but surely growing louder. The people in the mob suddenly drew some of their attention away from him and started pointing to the sky, shouting and swearing profusely. Zak felt a large figure land behind him with a soft thud and a tide of relief washed over him as a strong arm was swiftly wrapped around his midsection. The crowd lunged for them in a mad bid but Zak's rescuer sent the two of them airborne so that they hovered over the sea of people. The screaming of the mob was beginning to ring in Zak's ears as objects were now being hurled at them alongside the array of curses and insults. Despite only enduring this for thirty odd seconds, Zak's rescuer growled. Zak couldn't blame him. The man had a much shorter temper, so it was no surprise for the boy to witness him plucking a grenade from his belt. Zak couldn't help but sneer at their pursuers as the grenade was dropped into the crowd. It exploded with a loud 'crack-bang' and released a cloud of pungent gunpowder smoke which dispersed between the people who were now running for their lives. When Zak found that his feet were no longer dangling in mid-air as he was dropped atop a building, he felt himself (and Kur) relax.

Doyle dropped down beside him, cutting the engines on his jetpack. Once Zak was able to catch his breath after being hunched over, Zak turned to his uncle. His thanks turned to worry. Doyle had never looked worse for wear. His expression was dynamite. His eyes were a warning amber, flashing erratically with little sparks threatening to ignite inside the whites of his eyes. Zak also picked up on the occasional twitch in the man's posture. Zak could relate. He could feel the emotions of tens, if not hundreds of cryptids all screaming inside his head. He had no doubt that it was just as bad (or worse) for Doyle. When he recovered his breath and spoke up; his tone was rough.

"Your parents and the gorilla cat have already made it back to the airship Miniman, it's just us out here," Doyle confirmed. He went to the edge of the building and looked over. "Now we just have to get there too with the near entire population of New York city trying to kill us in the process."

Zak cringed, "yeah, that should be a breeze uncle Doyle."

Doyle rolled his eyes. "We haven't got very long before they find a way up here. The longer we stay, the worse this will get." Zak knew Doyle was right. It was very rare for his uncle to get this serious. After they had been told by Doc and Drew that they were indeed reincarnations of Kur, Doyle had become incredibly tense and unstable. It was a wonder that he could still function that way. "I've had enough of helping people," he spat.

Zak broke the fragile tension forming, "H-how fast do you think you can get us away?"

"Fast enough."

In order to reach the jetpack's top speed, Zak found himself being fastened into a makeshift safety belt (had his parents been there, they probably would have yelled at Doyle about it). It enabled Doyle to fly with the use of both arms and make the odds for their escape attempt lean more towards their favour. Once Zak was secured to his chest, Doyle dove straight off of the roof and into a nose dive. Zak had to brace himself for the rush of air that slapped him in the face when they jumped. Through the wind pelting him, Zak could see the concrete hundreds of feet below him drawing perilously closer through squinted eyes. Just when he began to panic, thinking that they weren't going to pull up, Doyle straightened out above him and flew them into a curve, the jetpack carrying them down the open road like a bullet. The speed that they were flying at was taking its toll on Zak's airway, the pelting air making it hard for him to move and even draw breaths. It was hard to keep his eyes open and the cold, harsh air made them water. His eyelashes were fluttering too, mixing with the tears and creating a blur of passing skyscrapers and people that whizzed by them every half-second. Zak had never before appreciated his uncle's skill when it came to operating a jetpack so much. It was a wonder that Doyle could still see, let alone keep track of where he was going at all – Zak was experiencing vertigo and there were many times when he thought they were going lose control and crash.

Doyle slowed and jerked to the right down a side street. Zak felt the ropes on the harness straining as he did so. Doyle continued with his zig zagging manoeuvres for a while to keep attention focusing on them for no more than a few seconds at a time. He eventually brought his arms out in front of him in a kind of superman pose as they flew straight up like a rocket towards the blue sky. Zak spotted the coast from their height and relaxed a little, knowing the airship was somewhere across the estuary. Once he thought that his vision had settled, Doyle annoyingly threw them into another nose dive. Whether it was to avoid detection or just for the thrill - Zak didn't know. He wouldn't have been able to tell with Doyle. Doyle pulled up so that they were flying just metres above the water this time. Zak could feel the salty spray whipping against him as they flew underneath the bridge connecting the two islands, to make them less detectable to the motorists on the bridge. As they flew in the shadow of the structure, over the noise of the jetpack, the traffic and the ocean, Zak thought he a scream from atop the bridge. He thought he had imagined it at first but then he heard it a second time – a very human cry from above them. He shouted to Doyle.

"Doyle! Something's happening on the bridge, we need to-."

"No can do Zakman, we need to get ourselves out of here. These people can defend themselves for all I care!" Doyle shouted back with a tone of disgust. Just as Zak was working up a reply, there was a loud bang and a few large chunks of concrete plummeted from the bridge, falling towards them. Doyle swerved between the falling rocks to avoid being him. He frowned and flew up the side of the bridge to investigate. Zak immediately spotted the problem. The Taniwha that had nearly crushed his dad during their inner city fight had someway found its way onto the bridge. Half of the lanes were clear but there were still a lot of cars and trucks in the opposite lanes. The people were exiting their cars and running for their lives, screaming terror. It was a wonder that the bridge could support the huge, 100 tonne mosasaur. However, the cryptid was knocking down the support columns and wires that kept the bridge stable. If no one stopped it, the bridge would collapse into the sea, taking the cryptid and innocent civilians down with it.

"Doyle, we have to do something!"

"What!?" The mercenary shouted in disbelief.

"If this thing keeps destroying the bridge, hundreds of innocent people will die!" Zak argued.

"You've seen what this thing can do, it's out of our control!"

Zak recoiled at Doyle's words. He knew that he hadn't meant it that way but he felt like making things worse was his only purpose right now. Pleading, he looked into his uncle's eyes. They were angered but also full of concern for him.

"I'm not doing this to waste your time Doyle, it's for me," Zak said with a sad sigh, "I just want to do something right for once. My powers have been nothing but trouble since Antarctica and I just want to help people for once instead of making them scared of me!"

Zak hadn't meant to sound so demanding but the coldness in Doyle's eyes seemed to thaw and he gave in to his nephew's argument. "Alright. You can try."

Doyle dropped his nephew onto the bridge. Zak pulled out the claw and pointed it at the creature.

"Alright, time to go back to the open ocean fish lips!"

The creature set its huge eyes on the boy, its green orbs glowing orange. It let go of one of the support beams it was shredding.

"That's it, surely you would rather be back home, right?"

The creature dropped its huge tail onto the bridge, making it sway. Zak nearly lost his balance as he poured his power on.

"Come on!"

The creature looked at the water, tempted by the prospect. Zak could sense its emotions and the beast was riled up by the excitement of being around humans for the first time in its life. Despite handling larger creatures before his power spike, he couldn't summon enough energy to persuade this one to get off the bridge. He could almost feel Kur feeding off of his fear that this would turn into another monotonous situation of lost control. Kur wanted this cryptid to hurt these people. Kur hated his reincarnation's race and he wanted nothing more than to drive them to extinction.

"Do I have to do everything myself?"

Zak was relieved when he heard Doyle's voice inside the creature's mind as its eyes grew an even brighter orange. He glanced to the left to see Doyle in a defensive stance. His eyes were orange hollows and concentration was etched into his features. Zak could hear his uncle's Kur muttering near undecipherable commands to the cryptid without Doyle having to move his lips. Zak was overwhelmed by a feeling of accomplishment as the creature dragged its lumbering body towards the railings separating it from the sea. Crushing them with ease, it plummeted down into the water. The bridge rocked and groaned as it was released from the creature's weight and as a huge wave of surf erupted from the sea as the cryptid hit the water, surging over the side of the bridge and spraying, Zak, Doyle and the civilians with a cloud of spray. Zak wiped his eyes and laughed, somewhat overjoyed. He had missed his ability to coexist with Kur – even if Zak never knew he was there in the first place. The boy ran to the edge of the bridge and watched the creature swim away.

"Straight on to open ocean!" Zak wiped his brow of the saltwater, "No stopping and no humans. Not ever again." He breathed.

He heard Doyle laugh. "Nice work Miniman." His uncle was smiling. As if he was proud of himself. As if it didn't matter that they were soaking wet, exhausted and surrounded by people with gawking mouths.

"I can't believe it worked! The Kur power actually listened to me!" Doyle and Zak high-fived.

Doyle chuckled. "Okay, now can we get out of here?"

Zak nodded as Doyle picked him up and they flew upwards at a now steady pace so that Zak could see the astonished faces of the crowd below as they exited their cars to look at their saviours as they disappeared into the distance of high rise buildings.