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I have another story floating around that I just finished so here it is. This is mainly based around Ross and Pete however I am open to writing another chapter from James Point of View if that's what you want.

This story is about the insecurities that Ross has and I think he does have a lot buried under his armour. In case the summary of this story wasn't clear I am not a big fan of Moira. She had three affairs one with a man young enough to be her son, fathered another man's child who then covered his crimes up by blaming someone else, then she blames her nephew for the reasons things are not working out for her! I'm not a big fan of Adam either but I think he had a reason to be upset-he didn't have to be disowned! so this chapter contains slight Moira bashing.

I think the relationship with Pete and Ross is a loving one and I think they do care about each other deep down so this shows that I hope.

I enjoy this fandom and due to some issues I have took a break from it but the Barton's are such easy characters to write so I hope you all enjoy-I have a couple more oneshots in the work and then a big storyline for them so...

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P.S- If you want another chapter ask I am perfectly open to writing another from James side or leaving it as it is

Insecurities

In which Moira plays on Ross's insecurities when she gets bad news on Adam, the whole Dingle/Barton clan overhears and it takes the rest of the Barton family to remind Ross how much he really is wanted.

In all honesty Pete didn't even know how it had started. It was one of those Dingle/Barton things that he and his brothers were forced to come to but when he looked back he couldn't for the life of him remember what the hell he was doing there.

They were at the farm house. Debbie and Chas and Zak and Cain and even Charity all there when his younger brother slumped into a chair looking exhausted, covered in grease.

It wasn't that Pete wasn't glad Ross was back. He was. Kinda. He had felt the same prickling tension that only someone who knew Ross could feel when he got into his flight mode. So when he found out he was back and safe he had been relieved. And like before he had wanted to punch him.

But looking at him now it seemed to Pete that Ross seemed older than his twenty-six years. He seemed tired and more skinner than before and Pete wondered if his brother had actually had a decent meal since he had got back.

And then Moira had come in.

She had that look that reminded Pete of a woman who needed a bucket of water thrown over her. His aunt had never made him particularly fearful and his respect for her had drained in the aftermath of the Adam scandal.

He also still didn't know how the hell it had been Ross fault either but he presumed that was water under the bridge.

So he was sat with his brother and the rest of the clan when his aunt came in.

"You" she said pointing her finger at Ross who sat up looking like a disgruntled black hedgehog. "What?" he said flatly looking bemused and Pete braced himself for an hour of angry Moira.

"Adam" she spat and both Pete and Ross stared at each other. Good god what had happened now? "What?" Ross said again even as Cain moved to his wife and Debbie and Charity sighed to themselves.

"He's being moved" she moaned and Ross stared at her with eyes filled with annoyance "And" Pete cut in before Ross could say anything stupid.

"And" she said recovering with a great speed "It is your entire fault he's in there"

Pete groaned at the accusation-he thought briefly about telling Moira that Ross didn't even know Adam existed when he tried to burn Cain alive before reminding himself that Ross knew how to take care of himself.

"How the hell is your son in prison my fault?" Ross asked "He was the one that confessed-to the arson by the way which was nothing to do with me"

"You're the one that got him involved in a job" Moira screamed making everyone wince "You're the useless waste of space that put him in there"

"Calm down" Cain said his voice soft in the darkness of the corner he was in but it Charity that shook her head and wrapped her hand around his wrist anchoring him in place.

"No!" she continued sounding quite demented. It was more comical than frightening really and Pete tried not to smile at the sight of a woman he had never really liked breaking spectacularly.

"This is his fault" she carried on "I mean who can really blame Emma for leaving when she had him to raise"

It was like the whole room had been doused in icy water and both Pete and Ross stiffened. It was one thing to bring them into a slanging match, it was completely another to bring their mother into it and Pete sighed knowing his dad was out with Chas and Finn on a date and therefore unable to help them with.

"Watch it" he said his voice coming out as a growl and Cain edged closer still with Charity gripping his arm.

It was like bursting a dam "Well who can blame her hey?" she half screeched "Who the hell could blame James for wanting you gone the last time; he paid you to get lost didn't he?"

Pete blinked turning to look at Ross in disbelief. His dad had partially gone mad with worry the last time Ross had disappeared, there was no way in hell he would have ever pay for Ross to go again. But looking at his brother-who had gone several shades whiter than before Pete felt with a sinking sense of disbelief that it was true.

Jesus Christ.

But it was not over yet "I'm not even surprised he wanted you gone" she said callously "I would, have you noticed Ross that nobody really wants you, that if you died right now nobody would mind, I bet James would be happy-he could have the farm and the two kids he actually loves without anything being messed up."

And then without warning Moira went for the kicker "No wonder Donna threw herself of that roof than be with you"

There was a long drawn out silence. Zak and Charity were stood stock still in shock the two of them watching, Cain chose the moment to force Moira out the house. Debbie made a little keening noise and Pete turned to stare at Ross.

If he had been white before it was nothing to what he was now. He was a sickly shade of green and white and his hands were shaking his whole body vibrating with shivers.

And then he looked up.

There was something there, something in his eyes that seemed to freeze what was left of Pete's insides. He knew his little brothers better than most and had always been closest to Ross in a weird one sided way and therefore he knew-he knew his little brother better than most.

He believed it. Everything Moira had said he had believed, he had lived with and had kept him up at night for years.

Hell.

It made Pete's mind throb-how the hell had Ross got the impression that their dad had been anything but equal in the love he had given to them-more perhaps because they didn't have a mother. It had all been about them at god knows what personal costs and Ross knew that.

So how the hell had he believed that their dad didn't love him, wanted him gone, wanted him dead?

And how the hell had he let this happen?

There was a long drawn out pause as Ross slowly got to his feet and with a sense of dignity that Pete didn't know his brother possessed walked out his head held high.

Instantly Pete followed not caring about Debbie or the rest of them. God knows what would happen If Ross got into a car the way he was right now. But by the time he had made it out Ross had already sped off.

"Moira's in the barn calming down" said a voice behind him and Pete looked to see Cain watching him intently. Perhaps he seemed to grasp that Pete couldn't speak due to rage and that nothing he could say could defend what his wife had done.

"Whatever" he said finally and before Cain could blink Pete had him up against the wall hands scrabbling for the keys to Cain's BMW. It seemed to take Cain by surprise so much so that he let him watching as Pete calmly walked to the car and drove off.

When he arrived at Ross's place he was reminded how alone his brother was. With Adam in prison and Andy working at Home Farm and house hunting with Katie the house the three of them shared was bare. It was the perfect time for Ross to do something stupid.

"Ross!" he called when he walked in flinching at how the door was unlocked still.

And there was Ross. Sat on the floor with his head on his knees and what looked like a gun at his feet.

Oh Jesus.

"Ross" he said again creeping closer kicking the gun out the way and trying to draw a response out his brother.

"Hey" he crooned like he would to a startled animal "Ross look at me" there was an unidentified noise from Ross and he dragged his head up to stare. His eyes were dark and wide and tragic and as Pete watched they slowly filled up with tears until he dropped his head down again.

Moving closer so he was sat on the floor Pete grabbed Ross and slowly pulled him into the first hug they had had in years feeling the tension slow disappear and the front of his shirt become wet.

"S'ok Ross" he muttered grabbing Ross and holding him closer "just cry it all out"

When he had stopped finally Ross pulled back coughing slightly in embarrassment "We love you" Pete said softly grapping the front of Ross chin like he had done when they were children "Don't you ever forget that you idiot" he paused.

"Dad nearly went out his mind" he said gently remembering the time when his dad was half burnt out but still desperately searching for someone who didn't want to be found "Trust me he won't survive you disappearing again" Ross nodded leaning back on to Pete's arm and Pete tightened his grip around his little brother.

How long they sat there they didn't know but there on the kitchen floor one brother supported another while desperately wondering how to fix what had happened and the other realised that he wasn't as invincible as he had always made out to be.

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