RE-DONE: I made a lot of mistakes in continuity. I don't want it to just like the show, but I needed to follow better. Here you are.

AN: Well, here I am writing another story, even though I haven't finished the other one. This though just wouldn't leave me alone. Am I the only person that thinks Cappie and Rusty should be together? Well anyway, this is the first Cappie/ Rusty thing I have ever seen, so I call dibs on the name. I'm thinking Capty or Pie-Us. Not really much you can do with it, so yeah. Well if this is well recieved I'll try to write as often as I can. if it's not, I'll still write as often as I can. Not this first, my bad, but still, you know, Dibs.

I know that not everything in here is all the way according to the show, but I'm going to take some liberties. I also don't know the exact terminology for every Greek thing, so I'll just roll with what I think should be said. Also people will be OOC, hopefully not by much, but I'm just going to put it out there for everyone.

It was that time of year again. It was Rush Week and I was ecstatic. All the parties and good times were something I always looked forward to, however the rushes were something I have come to be dismayed about. But I digress, the only problem with the parties of Rush are deciding who gets to join them and who gets kicked out. I left that up to Wade though, leaving me free to dispose of the applications.

I had heard the tell tale THUDNK of the watermelon clever hitting the floor, signaling the arrival of the Rush tour. I got to watch one run away in terror, and the other two brave the party in the back. One of them left for the dance floor, but the skinny one was frozen. I quickly wrapped my arm around his neck and introduced myself.

"Hey there, names Cappie, President of Kappa Tau Gamma. Sorry about all the secrecy, but the administration doesn't like parties like this during Rush. Name, home state."

"Rusty Cartwright, and uh, Illinois." I looked down at his curly hair and tried to get a look at at his face, but he was too short.

"Cartwright you say. Do you know a Casey?"

"Did she not tell anyone about me?" I assumed it was rhetorical. "She's my sister."

"I didn't know she had a brother." He gave an eye roll.

"How do you know Casey?" I thought about how to word it delicately to the youngster, trying very hard not to offend him.

"In the biblical sense." He looked confused before it clicked. "Oh! You went to church with her." Or not.

"You could say that." Before Rusty could start to say something, Beaver grabbed his drink shouting "Free beer!"

Holding Beaver in place I introduced him to the rushing freshman. "Rusty this is The Beaver, The Beaver this is Rusty."

"Oh, like the T.V. show?" I laughed as Beaver made a break from the naive teen. How bad could one person get?

"Who sent you, kiddo? Are you spying for the Dean? Anyway, c'mon there's someone else I want you to meet."

I led him over to any area surrounded by people. There was a girl laying on the bar and shots were all around her. "Rusty, say hi to the pretty lady."

"Hi." His voiced squeaked a little, but it was endearing. I started the instructions for the basic body type shot. "Okay, lick the salt off her stomach, drink the shot, and take the lime from her mouth. Got it." He nodded, while whispering S.S.L. God, they were making them dorkier and dorkier these days. I shoved the shot into a slightly shaking hand. Watched as he licked and drank. Watched as he tried to take the lime, but ended up spitting the tequila all over the poor girl. He just muttered something about not having had tequila before. The crowd and I thought it to be hilarious until the boyfriend showed up.

"Hey man! What did you just do to my girlfriend?"

"Nothing it was an accident!" I watched as the boyfriend pushed Rusty. "Seriously man, what's your problem?" i was about to diffuse the situation when Rusty took care of it himself.

"What, spitting in her face is bad, but licking salt off her stomach is acceptable?" I was impressed and I was glad when Beav threw him over the fence before he could do anymore damage. Rusty looked at his watch and grabbed my hand.

"Thanks for everything, but I've got to go!"

"The big man can't hurt you anymore."

"I know and it was great meeting you, but I've got to go." And with that he was speeding out of sight. I made a note to pick him out for a bid tomorrow.

I wandered around the party for a few hours, drinking a bit here and there. After seeing Wade who was about the only other person halfway sober I asked him to pick the last remaining Rush out and take him home. Leaving him with his orders i moved to the bar and noticed the last person I expected to be drinking standing there. I grabbed him shoulder and spun him around. He'd had more to drink than I though because he stumbled into my chest before he could catch his balance. Taking pity on him I led him over the coolers so he could sit down.

"What're you doing here? I thought you left?"

"I did, b't I saw sum'thin' I shou'dn't have. Evan tol' me to com' ov'r af'er I wus dun. I did, b't he was about to yuh kn'ow with sum gurl. It wasn' Casey. Now I haf'ta tell hur. She'll hate me, more th'an sshe alre'dy duhs. I thou'ht comin' h're mi'ht help. Can' member why though."

I was shocked. Evan was cheating on Casey. Casey's little brother was getting drunk so he wouldn't have to tell her about it. This sucked. It made me really look at him though. The curly haired, pale, scrawny, pathetic teen in front of me was horrible. It made me sad just to look at him. I made the decision quickly to take him home, it wasn't hard. I pulled him up, making sure he didn't fall over. I passed a semi-concious Beaver on my way out and told him I was taking home a Rush.

We were out of the Kappa Tau house minutes later trudging along to the dorms.

Responsibility has always been my down fall. I can never manage to fufil my duties. Be it family, dating, or school. I did try though, and I came close with Casey and the house, but I wanted to be reliable. Lame I know, but I've grown up a smidgen in the last few years. And with taking this boy home was a step in the right direction. I could leave him for Casey to deal with and watch her fall apart at his confession, but I knew it would ruin things between her and her brother. Plus Rusty seemed like he needed her in his life.

In the many years at Kappa Tau I have never been a big brother, too scared to take on the responsibility, but this year I wanted one. I wanted to be the person someone could count on, and looking at the person I was supporting I knew that I could try for him. He reminded me of what I wanted to be when I was younger. He seemed like he was good kid, had morals, maybe even a dog. I'd protect the slightly naive shine to him for a while if I could. I'd take that responsibility.

I was knocked out of my musings when I was suddenly supporting almost all of the idiot's weight. 'Shiiit. Where does he live?'

"Rust! Rusty, where do you live man?"

"Cyprus Rhodes College."

"Ugh! No Rusty, what building?"

"Hon'rs student building, engineering floor."

And with that I was holding on to a very unconcious teen.

'Couldn't have told me what room number it was?'

I lifted the boy over my shoulder, a little surprised at how light he was. he was probably lighter that his sister, which was odd. After getting him situated I left for the dorms on campus. When I finally got there, I was a little repulsed. The building was dingy and the remnants of grafitti were still showing. Looking at it, I was a little annoyed. I know I've played pranks on the honors students, but I never went so far as to attack the dorms. Trying to let it roll off, I went into the lobby.

Inside there were three students studying on couches. Two of them were so absorbed in their studies they didn't even notice me come in, and the other one glanced up for barely a second before returning to his book. I figured he was the best bet for figuring out where Rusty lived.

"Hey you, can I ask you something?"

"What?" Was the annoyed reply I received.

"Which one is the Polymer Science floor?

"Why? Want to play a prank on them?"

"No, I need to return a drunken rusher."

He hadn't looked up from his book until then, but when he looked up, he did it so fast his glasses almost fell off. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, with his hair mussed so much it must be styled like that.

"Is that Rusty Cartwright?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Yeah, he's my room mate. What did you do to him? He was perfectly fine when he left this evening!"

I was annoyed. Here I go doing one of my first good things, and now I was being berated by an irate freshmen.

"I didn't do anything. He got drunk all on his own." Which was mostly true. "I was being nice by dropping him off. I didn't need to."

"Then don't! I don't want him conned into doing your homework, chores, or any favors for you sexual deviants. If he gets into trouble again, you call me. I'll make sure he's okay."

"Dude, chill out. I didn't ask anything from him. I took him back because I used to know his sister. Plus we don't ask any favors from rushes until they become pledges." 'After that, all bets are off.'

"Well whatever. Hand him over, I can take it from here."

I wanted to mess with him. He seemed like the type to get riled up pretty easily.

"No. I don't know if you're his actual room mate. From the way you act, you could be some psycho stalker."

Said crazy room mate waved his hands in front of himself as if to ward off the accusation.

"No way man, I'm just the kid's room mate."

"Well, then show me to your room."

A resigned huff was the only thing he could come up with. We were on the third floor before I knew it, and unlocking the door and showing me in was about as hospitable as he was going to get, from the impression he gave off.

I looked to Rusty's side of the room and saw a few pictures of him and Casey and one picture of him with a guy, probably his friend from home or something. There was much of anything in the room, but there were a few posters, the classic Einstien with his tounge out, and a few action figures. Really, could Rusty be anymore of a kid?

As gently as I could I dropped him on the bed. Moving to his feet, I took off his shoes. Once I managed that, I yanked the pants down, made sure the boxers stayed on, all with minimal protest from the room mate. I helped him out of his jacket and and dress shirt before asking the room mate if there were any clothes Rusty slept in.

"Ah, yeah. They're in the chair, he get's pretty cold so he sleeps in sweats."

I grabbed the clothes and manuvered them onto the sleeping fraternity hopeful. It was weird taking care of Casey's brother, but not an awful going to throw up weird, more of an awkward weird. I tucked him in so he wouldn't get cold, like the room mate said he often did. After getting Rusty settled in, I started to leave, but a voice stopped me.

"Thanks for that, I'm not sure I would have been able to do that by myself. He may be light, but he's taller than me, so it would have been difficult."

"Yeah no problem, though you might want a glass of water and a trashcan by his bed just in case."

"Okay." I watched as he moved the trashcan over to Rusty's bed, and grabbed a bottle of water leaving it on the desk.

"Here."

He handed me a card with a number on it. I raised an eyebrow.

"I was serious when I said I'd come get him. He's an okay kid, and while I don't agree with his Greek fascination, I don't want him to get messed up, I mean he's only seventeen. I don't want him caught up in a scene he isn't ready for yet."

He paused for a moment before talking again.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, my name is Dale Kettlewell."

"Uhh, Cappie, I'm the president of Kappa Tau. If he ends up with us, I'll try to call and look out for him, but I can't promise anything."

"That's okay. I just want to try and be there for him, you know? He has this 'Help Me' beacon that flashes all the time, but I guess you know that. You know, since you brought him all the way here, changed his clothes, even tucked him in."

"Ahh.. no. I just took care of him because I owe it to his sister."

Dale looked ready to argue, so I hightailed it out there.

I was back at the party before I knew it, with drink in hand. It was just about to fizzle down to passed out co-eds and the brothers cleaning it up.

"Alright men, we will convene in the morning with hang overs and lines on our faces, You're dismissed!"

I trotted over to the couch downstairs before it was claimed. I was too tired to think straight and too buzzed to make it upstairs with out tripping. I was annoyed that Dale thought I was taking care of Rusty because of some helpess sign. I might take care of him as a little brother, but it was because I wanted to, not because Rusty made me. Who the hell was I kidding? The teen conned me into it, plus he had Casey, so make it easier for me to like him. I could barely take care of myself, let alone a naive, innocent, and slightly geniused freshman, how would I do it?

It was afternoon by the time I managed to come around. I patted the table next to me looking for some water, but came away with a pile of post-its. Deciding now was as good as a time as any I woke everyone up.

"Court in now in session! Time for the bids."

There was a chorus of groans coming from everyone.

"Ben Bennett, all in favor?" No one said anything. "Cool name, we'll put a pin in it."

"Rusty Cartwright, all in favor?" A small silence came over the room.

"The spitter?"

That was from Wade and everyone laughed. "Yeah, I like him. He's fun in a lame way. It might be fun to corrupt him, plus he's got the lost kid look going on, girls love that. Any objections?" Once again no one said anything.

'Looks like I'll be seeing a lot more of the youngest Cartwright. Shouldn't be so bad.'

I continued on with the names until everyone was finished. I sent everyone with a post-it to deliver the bids. I took Rusty's myself, as I slipped it under the door and knocked before leaving. On my way out I saw Dale, he looked confused. I just smiled and walked out. Maybe helping the young Cartwright wouldn't be so bad, it might even earn me points with Casey.I could try out the responsibility, plus if it didn't work out, I wouldn't have initiate him.

So, how was it? There will be slash later on for sure, but I want it to be believable. Review maybe? Puh-lease? P.s. Thanks for reading.