Author's Note: Because there just aren't enough of these, you know?

Genre: drabble, drama/romance
Paring: Bobby/Dan
Rating: PG at its worst
Sumamry: Dan made a promise that he knows he has to keep, and Bobby won't let him forget it.

Promised
By: Mazzie May

"I don't want to!" Dan cried out, whirling around, almost violently, to face him.

To face Bobby.

Daniel, you promised, he said gently. He looked patient and bored, just as he always did. He was always soft when it came to Dan.

"Brother, I—" Dan was near hysterical. He'd been so well lately, so good. He hadn't seen Bobby in months—

How do you think that makes me feel, Daniel? Bobby shifted, tilting his head, sort of pouting. You didn't want to see me?

Dan thought he was going to cry. "Brother, please! It's not, I just… I like this place and these people! I like Jenny—"

More than you like me?

"No! No, no, of course not!" He hugged himself, staring at the wood floor wide eyed. "I could never like someone more than you," he whispered hoarsely, the tears leaving salty, sporadic lines all down his face.

Bobby sighed, bringing his hands up, so he had a hold on either side of the frame. He never did like it when his little brother cried, especially if it was because of something Bobby himself did or said. Daniel… The boy continued looking at the floor. Daniel, come here.

Slowly, reluctantly, Dan made his way to his brother, dragging his feet to where Bobby was waiting. Look at me. He raised his face hesitantly, finally meeting Bobby's eyes. I love you, Daniel.

"I know," was the choked reply.

I love you more than anyone else. More than mother, more than this Jenny girl, Bobby's tone darkened at the mention of her, and Dan winced, sniffing. I love you more than anything. You're my world, Daniel. You mean everything to me.

Dan could feel Bobby's hand reach out and cup the back of neck, pulling him up and pressing his dry lips to his mouth. He closed his eyes, remembering the way his kisses made him feel cold.

Do you love me?

"Yes…" he sobbed against Bobby's mouth. His fingers carded through the hair at the nap of Dan's neck, a soothing gesture.

Then keep your promise.

With that, Bobby's memory was gone, and Dan was digging his nails into the worn wooden frame of the mirror as he slid down to the floor crying, doing his best to stay quiet so as not to wake Kay.

Tomorrow morning, Jennifer Anne Simpson dies.

No matter what.

Author's Note: Set during the late night/early moring before the second string of murders take place. Dedicated to SyberiaWinx, who went out of her way to tell me to get off my couch and into my computer chair and write some more Clock Tower fics. Any commentary always appreciated. But please, no "there's no detail!" I know that. That's what it's a 'drabble'.

R&R please.