Disclaimer: Is this REALLY necessary? I mean, it IS called FANfiction. We should all know by now that none of us currently owns this movie...
Summary: Spot has a heart-to-heart chat with someone special in his life.
"Hey, Spot." Bullet said, not looking up from the water below.
"What's wrong, kid?" Spot answered, "You look quite disheartened."
Bullet looked up at him and sent him an angry, yet questioning glare, before turning back to the water. "Why do you care? And when did you start using the word 'disheartened'?" she snorted.
"Because I do. And I just did" He said, catching her as she tried to slip off of the edge of the bridge.
"Let go, Spot!" she screamed, before biting him on the hand.
"No! Bullet, you know you can't swim well enough to make it to shore!" Spot said, trying to pull her back onto the bridge.
She slowly turned to glare again. He stared into those cool, gray eyes, so similar to his own. He had always regretted leaving his sister when she was just a baby, just because she hadn't been a boy. Now that he had found her, he didn't want to lose her again. Her eyes, the ones that were almost identical to his eyes, had haunted his memory for nearly nine years now, reminding him of the mistake that he had made by leaving his sister. He knew that the night mares would only get worse if he allowed Bullet to jump.
"That was kind of the point, now wasn't it?" He cringed at the venom in her voice.
"Bullet, what happened? What happened to the sweet little sister I left behind?"
"I don't know. I'm not her any more. That was Alyssa that you left. Alyssa died, and was replaced with Bullet. Alyssa is dead!" She screamed.
"Because of you." She choked out.
All Spot could do was hold her close, slowly and gently rocking back and forth and stroking her hair soothingly, allowing her to sob onto his shirt, much like their mother had done.
"Bullet, you're all I have left, -"
"No! No, you have all of Brooklyn! You have an army of boys at your beck and call! You have a pocket watch! You are a leader of an entire burrow! You're the one who has it all! All I have is this key..."
"No, Bullet. You have more than I do. You have Brooklyn, you have the boys wrapped around your finger, hell, you have me wrapped around your finger, you have a key, you have a big brother that loves you, you have more power than I do, you have friends that love you. You're are practically royalty in Brooklyn!"
He helped her up, before she hugged him tightly. He hugged her back after getting over the initial surprise.
"Spot?" She said into his shirt.
"Yeah?"
"Two things. One, you're the best big brother in the history of brothers,"
"Just like you're the best little sister a boy could ask for."
"And two, my boob is itchy."
Spot just ruffled his sister's hair and laughed before sending her off with her friends.