Disclaimer: Really? You have to ask? I DON'T OWN, OKAY? NOW LEAVE ME ALONE *goes off and pouts*

"Sabina Pleasure. Sa-bi-na Plea-sure. SabinaPleasure." Fiona said the name over and over again with different spacing, emphasis, and accents.

"Sab-ina. Ple-a-sure." Fiona frowned. "Nope, still sounds like a hooker to me." She sat up from where she was laying on her bed and looked around her room. It was covered in American muscle cars and Keep Calm posters. She had clothes strewn all around her room. It looked like that of a typical teenager's room, with one notable difference.

There was a toy stable and a bunch of horses in the corner of her room. It wasn't hers; it was her five year old sister, Sinead's. She came in here whenever their parents started throwing things.

Fiona's parents hadn't been the same since Carrick died. Fiona didn't really mourn the loss of her parents, so much as she resented them for treating Sinead like she was Fiona's daughter. Although she feared what would happen if she wasn't around to take care of Sinead.

They were currently screaming and throwing things now. Alex had just left through the window, and Fiona was tempted to follow. Sinead was at a friend's house for the night, so she really didn't have to stay.

But she did anyway, because she didn't want to go to Alex's, as she had just sent him away (and even though she knew he wouldn't mind, she really just couldn't bring herself to do it), and she didn't have anywhere else to go.

She listened to glass breaking, knowing the fight was coming to an end, like it always did, with both her parents peeling out of the driveway in different directions, her dad going to his secretary, and her mam going to her masseuse.

It had always amused Fiona in a dry, ironic, terrible way, that her mam would accuse her father of cheating (which he was), but act as though she wasn't as well.

She heard the final calls of cursing in Irish, and was suddenly really glad Sinead wasn't here; it was bad enough she knew swears in English, the last thing Fiona needed was for her to pick them up in Gaelic as well.

Rolling out of bed, Fiona plodded downstairs to assess the damage, after slipping on shoes.

Glass was broken on both sides of the room, and Fiona sighed at the sight of the upturned fruit bowl.

She got out the broom and vacuum and began the ritual that had begun to be more familiar to her than anything else in her life.

Once everything was clean, and there was no stray glass anywhere, waiting to send Sinead to the hospital, Fiona walked to the coat closet. She opened the door, and looked miserably at the shelves stocked with exact replicas of every glass thing in her house.

She replaced every dish and vase, half tempted to super glue the things down. The entire time she worked, she thought about calling her grandma and asking her to come get Sinead tomorrow.

Fiona's parents usually sent Sinead with their grandparents and Fiona with Alex whenever they had a particularly nasty fight.

Fiona was thinking maybe she should initiate it this time.

Resolved, so that by the time she was done, she was moving up the stairs looking much less defeated than she usually did.

Fiona scooped up her phone and dialed her grandmother's number.

She wondered if the soldiers would let her stay over after the chicken incident.

Just a little one-shot I thought I'd do.

I changed the ending because I just realized I got the timeline screwed up, so yeah.