So, I started writing this for ideas for The World in the Eyes of Amos Kane and ended up pretty much making even more parts to it. I'll still add pieces of this to the original fanfic, but I figured I'd post this up too.

What do we know happened after Ruby's death? Other than Julius charging Bast to protect his family, the Fausts taking custody of Sadie, and Julius having to keep mobile with his son? This was a quick idea of what happened in-between, which is just a few days time period.

-Amos Kane-

Never did I suspect to find him in such a state. Nevertheless, there he was, rain soaking him to the bone as he peered back at me. Honestly, I could barely recognize him, his eyes told of complete destruction of his mind. I finally cleared my throat after a few seconds. "Julius, w-what are you doing here?" I struggled to even ask.

"Is it okay if I spend the night here?" He asked quickly, eyes darting around him out of nervousness.

"Uh, yeah. This is your home too, I never kicked you out-" I stopped as I took in a slight tremble of his lips. "Get in here before you catch a cold." I opened the door further and shoved my brother in.

Once I closed the door, he peered around the Great Room, absorbing the environment again. I suppose it would take a while to adjust to if it had been seven years since you have been in it last. "Make yourself at home; I'll see what I have for you to change into," I offered as I went about going upstairs.

He quickly turned to me, looking like a complete wreck. "Please don't leave," his voice pleaded, making me hesitate on the second step.

I took him in again, not only was he completely drenched, but he was filthy. His slacks had a thick layer of mud coating it; his button down blue shirt clung to his chest as if it was trying to be part of him. It was not so much his appearance that worried me; his expression killed the idea of leaving him for a minute.

"Yeah, okay," I gave in, taking the step down again.

A light of gratefulness lifted his depressed look for a second as he sat down on the couch. I will have to go about cleaning the mess he is making later; right now, I needed to help the biggest mess in the room.

I restrained myself from asking immediately, dying to know what was bringing rare tears down my brother's face as he buried his head into his hands. I sat beside him though, waiting patiently for him to start. We sat in silence for ten minutes, which made me uncomfortable because I didn't know how to go about this situation.

"Amos," Julius finally spoke up, "did it hurt this bad for you?"

I gave my brother a confused look. "What are you talking about?" I spoke softly, unsure I really wanted to know.

"Losing Caroline?" He finally faced me, his eyes irritated by his breakdown.

My eyes widened to shock. "What happened?" I demanded, knowing it probably wasn't the best way to approach the question, but I needed to know.

Julius slumped against the couch, head hung in guilt as I waited for him to answer, containing myself from demanding too much. "We did it, planned it out and everything," his voice waivered to each word, threatening to unleash another crying session. "Managed to get Carter and Sadie to bed early, and then packed everything for London. You should have seen her, she was anxious. She told me we would be going against the Chief Lector, but her eyes told me we needed to. She didn't say anything about sacrificing herself, didn't prepare me for it. Not even a last word-" He choked as he continued, hands shaking as his eyes watered again.

It was starting to piece together, my own eyes threatening to cry as well to such a loss. I wondered what exactly they were doing, especially if it went against Iskandar, but I held back from asking. It did not matter at the moment; my brother came here for a reason. However, another thought bore at me before I could let it rest. "Do you have someone watching the kids?"

His right hand clenched into a fist as he nodded. "I couldn't go there, Amos. They'll ask, I-I can't look at them and say it-"

I stopped him short as I wrapped my right arm around him, placing it on his right shoulder. In response, he leaned his head against my shoulder, crying out of hysterics. I closed my eyes and sighed, gently rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to reassure him.

"Thank you," Julius sobbed out. "Thank you for understanding."

"That's what little brothers are for."