Heyyy. I decided to write a sequel to my first 'The Rundown' fanfic, 'The Running Away' which is a sequel to the movie. I would definitely read my first story before reading this or you'll have a permanent wtf face. Lol. Hopefully my writing has improved and I'd looOoove to hear what you think. This story take place like a week after the first. Hope you enjoy! Arigatou!

Chapter One – Honeymoon Twist

Beck

I grabbed the suitcase off Travis with one hand as he struggled under its weight. I effortlessly slid it into the back of the jeep and gave him a smirk. He glared back, hands on hips. It was fun to remind him who was stronger, who was the alpha male in this little family we had bound together. I punched him on the shoulder playfully and strode back into our bar/restaurant that we had built and now Mariana and I owned and worked in.

"You have everything, Beck?" Mariana asked, spreading her plane ticket, passport and other insurance documents out on the counter of the bar. I nodded and patted down my pockets – passport and plane ticket. I was ready. I kissed Mariana's cheek and sat down on a stool with a sigh.

"What is wrong?" She asked; worry deepening the crevices in her forehead.

"Nothing." I replied quietly and munched on some nuts that lay in a bowl.

"Travis?" She questioned and came to stand in between my legs with two hands on my shoulders. She shook them gently to encourage me to talk.

I dropped the peanut back into the bowl and smiled. "Is it ever not?" Running a hand through my hair I sighed again.

"I know he isn't a child, but I just hate leaving him. He depends on us so much. It's going to be weird not having him constantly hanging around and I'm worried he'll be so lonely."

"It's just two weeks, Beck. We'll be back before you know it. Roberto is going to be here a lot to look after the bar so it's not like Travis will be on his own." She smiled sweetly and pulled me into a strong embrace.

"I know, I know." I held her close and watched through the door as Travis kicked the jeep tyre softly and scuffed the sandy earth with his trainer. It was a strange situation. We really were family. I had a beautiful wife, with a successful business up and running in a sweet little town in Brazil. Then there was Travis. I felt an almost paternal instinct towards him. He was a twenty three year old young man essentially, but he had a knack for acting like a seventeen year old and his immature behaviour evoked a need that he had to be protected and cared for. It was unintentional, but welcomed. We were both starved of family attention when we were young and now this way I had a wife and at the least a little brother to care for and provide for. I know Mariana viewed Travis as a little kid even though she was only a few years older and in return Travis saw us as his…..parents? The word didn't seem to fit, but I know Travis trusted and loved us and felt safe in our home so what was wrong with giving us the official title? Maybe because I was not nearly old enough to have a twenty-three year old kid and the thought of having Travis being my son made something twist in my stomach. He was a handful and a half. Annoying to the very end and yet, hell, I love him.

Travis

I hate him. Honestly, does he need to constantly reinforce the idea that yes he probably could kick my ass from here to LA and yes he is older and should require some kind of respect, but this whole masquerade of him trying to be my older brother/father figure was just getting too much. I rolled my eyes, stuffed my hands in my pockets and kicked the sand below my feet. I hid the smile daring to split my face. His endless hovering and protectiveness did my head in like nothing else, but deep down, waaaay, way deep down, I secretly, well, liked it.

"Come on, Dad. Time's a ticking. You're getting older by the second." I grinned as he shot me a death glance. He stalked out looking like some kind of mad bull, but I just plastered that goofy smile and raised eye-brows look on my face; the one I knew pissed him off like nothing else. As he readjusted the suitcases in the jeep I circled round him.

"Beck, I've been thinking.."

"Do you need to lie down?" He interrupted. So not funny!

"I've been thinking." I repeated a little louder. "Two weeks is a long time for a guy your age to spend on a honeymoon. I mean Mariana's a young girl. Can you keep up?" He slammed the jeep closed. I stretched out my hands and looked innocent.

"All I'm saying is that I think in the best interests of Mariana you should spend one week with her and then I'll switch places with you. That means while you're recovering from the first week back here, I'll be able to show Mariana a real good time, therefore strengthening your marriage and supplying both of you with your needs. And that's all I have to say." I ended it with a superior smile and clasped my hands in front of me.

"You're an idiot." He stated and grabbed me with his big bear paws and held me against him.

"While I'm spending two weeks with a beautiful girl you'll be here looking after our business and having to take orders from Roberto. I'll be lying all day in bed with my wife, while you rush about serving people lunch. I feel for you, I really do." He laughed and pushed me forward.

"You're a……you're an idiot!" I yelled back, wincing at how pathetic it sounded.

"Good comeback. Excellent job."

"Shut up." I mumbled.

"What did you say?"

Story

"Okay, so this is the number to the hotel we're staying in, this is our flight number and details and this is the number to the doctor's. If anything happens call us right away." Beck explained handing over a sheet of paper as Travis stood beside the window of the jeep. He held onto the door, where the window was down and pushed his back, back and forth against it, rolling his eyes.

"I'm nearly twenty-four you know." He moaned. "I do know how to look after myself."

"That's debatable."

Mariana walked towards the jeep and hugged Travis.

"Look after yourself. I'll miss you." She kissed his cheek.

"It's two weeks." Travis exclaimed.

She shrugged and hugged him again before walking round the jeep and climbing in the passenger's side.

"Call us if anything is up and we'll call you as soon as we land. You'll be okay without us?"

Travis nodded. "Have fun and don't worry." He went to walk back into the house, but Beck grabbed his elbow and turned him round. He stared at him for a second and then pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly. After everything they had been through, when Beck had almost lost Travis before, he had the right to be worried. Travis tried to pull away, but Beck just held him tighter. The twenty-three year old mumbled something and then sighed and squeezed Beck's shoulders, patting his back to relieve some of the embarrassment the older man caused him. Was he the embarrassing, over-protective father? No, no way. Beck released him and held him by the shoulders.

"Stay out of trouble, I mean it. We'll call…."

"Geez! Just go!" He pushed the man towards the jeep. "I'll be fine. Go."

"Right, okay." Beck turned back round, ruffled his hair with a smile and climbed into the car.

Travis put a hand on his chest. "I'll really miss you guys. I think I'll just you know, keep a low profile for the next two weeks. Help in the bar, go fishing, same old. It's going to be quiet."

Beck smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll be back before you know it, kiddo."

Travis ducked his head and nodded and Beck turned to Mariana, giving her that look. The look that meant, 'Can't we stay with him? We can't leave him all alone.' He was like a little puppy you had to leave downstairs on its first night on its own. Mariana gave him the firm 'no' look and checked through her hand luggage one last time.

"You'll be okay, Travis. If you need to call any one of us at any time, don't hesitate. It's just two weeks." Beck was getting emotional. Travis bit his lip to stop his smile.

"I'll survive." He said bravely and hugged his chest. Beck nearly dived out of the jeep to hug him, but Mariana held his forearm.

"Drive, Mr. We're going to be late."

He started the engine and pulled away with one last long look at Travis. The young man gave his best lost little boy expression which nearly killed Beck on site. After they pulled away from the bar, Travis laughed and clapped his hands.

"What. A. Loser." He shook his head and glanced at the empty house and then at the jeep getting smaller and smaller into the distance. He jumped a little and grinned.

"Party time!"