AN: This is a sort of what if for Lost Boys. Contains dark themes. Enjoy!

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Sam had tried calling the Frog Brothers all day with no answer. A few months had passed since their defeat of the head vampire, and the three had grown close since then. Sam saw the brothers almost every day, but today he could not track them down. The Comic Book Shop was closed, and the two had not been seen since the day before, so Sam decided to make the trip to their house and see what was going on. When he got there, Sam noticed the boys' bikes were outside, so he decided to knock.

"Go away!" He heard the brothers yell in unison.

"It's Sam!"

"Go away, Sam!" Again they said it together.

Sam rolled his eyes, but felt determined to talk to Edgar and Alan. He peeked in the window and saw the house was a lot messier than it usually was. Worry washed over Sam, so he decided not to give up on talking to the Frog brothers. He knocked again on their door.

"Come on you guys! I've been trying to get ahold of you all day. What's going on?"

They did not answer, and Sam was getting impatient.

"Fine, I'm just going to come in then." He waited before barging into their house.

"Whatever, door's open." A defeated Edgar spoke from inside the house.

When Sam walked in the house, he realized it was more than just messy, it looked ransacked. Not to mention the Frog brothers looked like Hell. Bruises and cuts were visible on their faces.

"Was there a vampire attack? Are you guys okay?"

The two looked at each other before Alan answered. "Wasn't vampires."

Sam was confused. "Then what was it?"

"It's none of your business, okay?" Edgar glared.

"Look, whatever happened, you guys can tell me."

The boys only glared.

Sam sighed. "Listen, ever since we took out that vampire pack, I feel like we are close. We've been through something that makes us brothers. You two don't always have to be on your own."

Alan continued to glare, but Edgar turned to his brother. Alan met his eyes, but shook his head.

"No way."

"We can't hide this forever."

Alan sighed. "Fine, tell 'em."

Edgar turned back to Sam. "What I'm about to tell you is extremely confidential. No other soul on this planet can know. Not Michael, not your mom, not even Nanook. No one, got it?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I got it."

"I'm serious Sam, you can't tell anyone, even if you think it's for our own good, because it's not. There's things you can't understand okay."

"Swear it." Alan had his eyes on Sam the whole time.

Sam realized the Frog Brothers were not just being their dramatic selves. Whatever they were about to reveal to him was serious. "Okay, okay I swear it. I won't tell anyone."

The brothers nodded at each other, before Edgar spoke. "You've seen our parents around. Usually high as a freakin' kite behind the counter of the store. Most of the time that's how they are, but sometimes…"

"Sometimes…" Alan took over. "They run out of whatever they're on, and get crazy. They think they have drugs stashed in the house and trash it looking. When they don't have any, they decide we took it."

Sam could not fathom what they were telling him. Every time he had interacted with Mr. and Mrs. Frog, they seemed like chilled out people. "They do all this over a little weed and acid?"

Alan looked away. "They've gotten into some harder stuff over the last few years."

"Vampires are one thing, but you shouldn't have to worry in your own house about your family."

"We've been on our own for a long time, and we do just fine. Last night they just got the best of us." Edgar sounded like he was almost defending what happened.

"Guys this is serious. You shouldn't be worrying about stuff like this." Sam was beginning to regret the promise he had made to them. "You guy's shouldn't even live them if this happens."

"Look Sam, it's complicated. I told you there are things you wouldn't understand. We don't have any other family. Anyone find out about this and we get put into foster care. Probably split up, and probably far away. Besides the fact that we have a mission in this town, we've put our entire lives into that comic shop. If our parents get in trouble, we lose everything." Edgar had a glint of worry in his eyes.

Sam knew they were right, but he hated to think of it happening again.

"We have a plan." Alan could see the concerned look on their friend's face. "The second I turn eighteen, I'm taking the shop and moving out. If they try to fight Edgar coming with me, I'll adopt him."

"Steady income. Responsibility. Shouldn't be a problem." Edgar chimed in.

"Paperwork's already signed. Just have to date it."

"That's assuming you make it to eighteen." Sam could tell they had thought this out, but he knew a lot could go wrong. He looked around again, eyes landing on them. "Is this as bad as they get?"

Edgar shook his head. "We flushed their stash once. Every bit of it. They put us in the hospital. Alan was out for three days. They always go after him more."

Alan's cheeks grew a little red, but tried to lighten the situation. "It's because they like you better."

Edgar laughed a little. "It's because I talk more."

"You always lie."

"They don't know that. Besides we told the doctors and cops we got jumped for the night deposit at the store. They bought it, seemed plausible enough I guess."

Sam was still trying to wrap his head around everything they were telling him. "I need you guys to promise me something. If things get bad again, ever, just come to my house. I don't care if it's four in the morning, just come. We don't have to tell mom why, we'll just make something up. It's better than this happening again."

Edgar nodded. "Thanks, Sam."

Alan agreed. "Yeah, now wanna help us clean this up?"

Sam smiled. "Yeah, sure."

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After Sam helped the Frog Brothers clean up the rest of their house, he decided to head home. Knowing what he knew now, put him out of the mood of having any fun that day. When Sam walked into his house, he went to the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen island. His mind was still in deep thought about Mr. and Mrs. Frog. Sam had not even heard his mother come into the kitchen until she spoke.

"I thought you were out with those Frog boys today, Sam."

Sam perked up. "Oh, yeah, they were busy."

Lucy gave a sympathetic smile. "Oh, alright. Is everything okay?"

He looked at his mother and tried to picture what it would be like for her to snap at him and try to hurt him. He just couldn't do it. His mother did not have a cruel bone in her body. "Mom?"

"What is it honey?" She petted his head a little.

"What if you made a promise to someone, but you aren't sure if you should keep it. Like it might do a lot of bad by keeping it, but it could also be worse if you told?"

Lucy sat down on the stool next to her son. "Well, I think that keeping promises can be very important, but sometimes they need to be broken. You have to look in yourself and decide if the secret is better left untold or not. If someone is in danger, then someone should know, but it all comes down to what you believe. Does that help?"

Sam sighed. "Yeah."

When Sam did not go on, Lucy decided to ask. "Is there something you want to tell me sweetie?"

For a moment Sam wanted to tell his mother everything the Frog Brothers had told him, but then he remembered what Edgar had said. He made him promise not to tell, and he told him there were good reasons; ones Sam could never understand. Sam could not break his promise to them.

"No. Not right now at least. I'm not sure if anyone knowing is better."

Lucy nodded at her son. "Okay, just know I'm here anytime you need to talk. No judgements, I can just listen."

"Okay, thanks Mom." He gave her a tight hug. "I love you."

Lucy was a little surprised at the big hug her son had just given her, but she returned it, happy for the affection. She worried about her son, but she knew he was a good kid who would not let things get too out of hand.

Sam left the kitchen and went up to his room. He thought long about what his mother had said. Although Sam wanted to tell her what had happened to Edgar and Alan, he trusted the brothers. They told him it would do more bad than good to tell. Sam wondered how bad it would really get. Yeah they did not have any other family, but Sam was sure his mother would let the Frog Brothers live with them if they needed to. But there was also the comic shop. When Sam first met the boys they acted like they did not care that much about being there; that the shop was just a good cover for their real passion. While hunting vampires was their passion, the boys had poured everything into running that shop. The longer Sam knew them, the more he saw what they had to do to keep it going. Their parents could run it on their own, but not very well anymore. If Sam told they could lose it.

Sam sat on his bed weighing each option. For every pro he thought of a con, and vice versa. In the end he knew the Frog Brothers had entrusted him with their secret. He also had tried his best to give them an out if things began to get bad. If they had dealt with it for the last few years, then what would be a couple more? Sam decided that for the time being he would keep their secret, but if things ever got worse he would act as he saw fit. That was all he could do and hope he was making the right choice.

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AN: Thank you for reading!