No Reason At All

Summary: Sometimes the only reason you need is no reason at all.

Dick never really thought about why he tortured his brother. He'd just been doing it for as long as he could remember. Beaver was the smart one, their mother's golden boy, but that didn't matter much, not before she left, and certainly not after. Dick was their father's favorite. He got included in everything his father did, and one day, he'd own the business.

Even Dick could tell you this was a stupid move. Beaver got all the brains, Dick, all the brawn. In a rare show of brotherly love, he told his father to give the company to the younger boy, but he never knew if his father had heard him.

He would never find out either, because two short weeks later, Cassidy (not Beaver) had taken a swan dive off the Neptune Grande, leaving Dick with rights to a company he didn't want (and judging by where the company had landed his father, maybe he was the smart one in all this) and unanswered questions.

Not the least of which was why he'd been such a horrible brother.

It was funny – he'd never really needed a reason before.


Woody Goodman had a thousand reasons why he touched those little boys. They were something like a taste of lost innocence; they were just so trusting and sweet. They had no one else, and needed his love, (poor little rich boys). And none of them more so than the little Casablancas boy. That one had a feral quality to him, a deep anger that scared Woody just a little.

But not enough to stop him (and definitely not as much as it should). Even though he knew that what he was doing should feel very wrong. But the truth was, it just didn't, and the more time went on, the less actual reason he needed to continue doing it.

If he'd known the way his sins would leave him, perhaps he'd have thought twice about touching other people's children. But he didn't know, and he didn't think a man in his position had anything to fear from the law, so really, what harm was done?

So Woody Goodman had a thousand reasons to do the things he did. But the biggest reason was just that he didn't have any reason not to do it.


Cassidy Casablancas knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it. Jumping off the roof of a 20 story building didn't exactly fill him with joy, but it filled him with foreboding, and at least that was something. Certainly it was more than he'd felt in a long time, and to someone so used to being numb, perhaps it felt a bit like happiness. But whether or not this was the reason for his swan dive, no one would really ever know.

In the end, he was just a boy who'd jumped off a roof just because no one could give him a reason not to. He knew better than anybody that you don't need a reason to leave if you don't have one to stay.