Hello Home and Away fans...I have my first story for you...

Home and Away is something I am incredibly fond off and I love the Braxton's and I am gutted that the family that revolutionised the show (in my opinion) have been reduced to nothing Casey is by far the favourite for me and after all he's been through to go out the way he has made by heart break.

This story will probably be a few chapters (I doubt more than five) and will explore the relationship between the three Braxton brothers in the early days (before Danny, Kyle and all that swag) and it's set in the first few episodes so will have a lot of old characters like Xavier and Romeo and Charlie and Ruby and such...

This is not strictly cannon so i apologise if that's what your looking for.

Disclaimer-i own nothing

Please leave a review i will update with a review with angst and hurt and brotherly bonding in a few days.

Underwater-

AU-Because Casey is still alive and Heath is still living in Summer Bay-set approximately when the River Boys first arrived. Casey goes surfing to escape the pressure of his family and ends up falling-will the aftermath force Brax and Heath to realise the cracks in their family? Hurt Casey/Protective Brax and Heath

Chapter 1-

The day was stormy and windy and the waves were crashing round the pier. It was the kind of sea that promised escape to anyone who dared try to surf in it. The dare to surf was calling to just one person in particular. Casey Braxton.

The youngest Braxton had stormed out the house that morning in a horrible mood. Heath and Brax had been arguing their voices loud and demanding something about a deal, Ruby's mother and Angelo and Casey had just grabbed his board and tuned out.

It wasn't like either one of them listened to him anyway.

The waves were big and loud crashing against the rocks the noise deafening and Casey took a deep breath smelling the salt and the wind and feeling that same feeling he had all those years ago when he was little and Brax had held his hand and taught him how to surf, while Heath ruffled his hair and teased him about the sharks.

To Casey nothing was better than that feeling of being at one with the water.

There was a moment where he stood watching and then he ran into the water.

The waves were big, too big, too daunting and suddenly Casey blinked through the waves and sea water to see what looked like a monster of a wave, and then he fell off.

He sunk, the board coming down with him the cord snapping with the force of the pressure and instead of rising Casey floated underwater the colours changing from turquoise to a murky brown and his vison blurring. He heard something that vaguely sounded like his name being shouted from across the bay but he didn't want to hear it, didn't want to answer it, wasn't sure he could answer it.

That being due to his mouth being filled with water.

It was a strange time to contemplate one's mortality but Casey Braxton didn't care that much, the water was filling his lungs preventing him from breathing, filling his mouth and lungs and it was with his vision blurring that Casey realised that it was his number up.

No more pretending to be tough in the company of Heath and Brax and the rest of the River Boys, no more attempting to prove that he wasn't scared of what would happen to either of his brothers, no more attempting to hide the worry and the exhaustion that being a Braxton did to him-no more attempting to hide how tired he was.

No more anything.

Just peace.

Just nothing…

And then like all the things in Casey's life it all went to complete and utter shit.

He was aware as blurry as his vision was that someone was dragging him upwards the iron grip on his left hand replaced with another on his right dragging him upwards onto the sand the usually soft grains harsh on his face.

"Casey" came a voice above from him that sounded like Brax but Casey couldn't be sure, all he knew was that there was a darkness coming to him (and even his consciousness-in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Romeo told him that statement was cheesy) and all he wanted to do was sleep.

"Casey" came a wild voice to his left sand flying to the side of his face, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Heath and Casey winced internally-both of his brothers would be so angry with him. Then there was something that could only be described as a pounding on his chest that made his already disorientated head swim.

"Breathe" came a voice that he identified as Heath and Casey wanted to obey his brother but couldn't seem to open his eyes from the darkness that was binding them shut, his chest tightened and Casey felt something distinctly as rebellion feeding its way into his chest. Why the hell should he listen to his brothers when he knew that in doing so would result in nothing but his pain?

When the hell had they ever listened to him anyway?

"Son of a bitch!" Heath shouted and apparently throwing caution to the wind he began to shake Casey his hands moving desperately alternating between shaking his body and apparently giving his burning and shattered airways air.

"Casey" came a voice its usual strong tone sombre with desperation and Casey would have furrowed his brow if he could have remembered where his brow was and if he could remember how to use his facial expressions, that voice was Brax.

There was something desperately pressing down on his neck probably some fingers "No" came a voice that was stuttered with anguish and wow-was that really what Brax sounded like? "No, no, no Case…"

"Shit" came Heath's voice and Casey struggled to hear it over the pounding in his chest, the throbbing in his leg (and wow when had he hurt his leg?) "Casey" he pleaded and God Heath had never pleaded before since Casey could remember.

Why the hell couldn't they let him go to sleep-to give into the darkness that was calling his name like an old friend?

"Hold on" what the hell did he have to hold on to?

Fingers desperately traced the corner of his face before lips pressed to his forcing air down his starved diaphragm. "Casey please" came Brax's voice again and another set of hands were running through his hair the hands shaking as someone muttered "Come on again…" and then the pounding continued.

"Come on Case" came Heath's voice still hitting Casey and now having reduced to the slapping him across the face (well It was nice to know that his big brother was back to normal) but the hand stilled as Brax's voice came over "All you have to do is breath" he said his voice pinched with fear "I promise you mate all you have to do is breath"

"Come on you son of a bitch" Heath growled and Casey's hand twitched with the effort to give him the finger. Why the hell didn't he rebel when he had the chance? Why the hell did he still have to listen to his damn brothers?

And suddenly the pain came in full force. The sensation of his chest being hammered into by a pair of complete madmen, blood seeping out of what could only be a nasty cut on his leg and his airways screaming for air.

And then he was aware of giving up the fight, the water spitting up from his lungs and hitting him full in the face some leaking from his nose. "Yes!" came a whooping that sounded like Heath "Come on…yes!" Casey would have rolled his eyes if he could have remembered how to use them.

"Easy" came Brax from above him and when Casey opened his leaking eyes he saw he saw Brax's face leaning over him several shades whiter and something wet running down his face. Was it raining? "Rain" he muttered and Brax exchanged a mystified and panicked expression to someone above him, did they think he had lost his mind?

Had he lost his mind?

"Leg hurts" he muttered and Heath who was obviously applying pressure to his leg snorted wiping a hand across his face. "Suck it up" he muttered and Casey coughed again-even in pain Heath was still the same.

But then he felt the darkness closing in and other voices he identified as Ruby, Charlie, Bianca, Xavier, Dex and Romeo and maybe Mr Stewart and John Palmer were swimming around him and he wanted to yell at them to tell them to leave him alone with his brothers who would always have his back despite everything they had been through.

Snatches of speech came to him flirting through on ear and out the other.

"Ambulance is on its way"

"Leg looks banged up-must have cut it on a rock"

"Don't move him, spinal injuries and internally secondary drowning"

"…potential…concussion"

Those sentences ran around him in circles confusing him, making him tired when he wanted nothing to do than to catch up with them.

But above all when his eyes shut again it was to the panicked look on Brax's face and the desperate, angry look on Heath's and then the only thing he remembered before his eyes slammed shut for what he hoped was the last time was the desperate shout that wrenched his way out of his eldest brother's throat.

"Casey…"

Please let me know what you thought i will try and update soon x