A/N: WOW! Thanks for the amazing reviews I got for my first chapter, I definitely wasn't expecting it! ^^ Well, here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy! Sorry that it's so short, but I will be getting a longer one up soon!

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Jeff sighed as he eyed his youngest storm out of his room in a hurry. He frowned. Something had seemed wrong with Alan today, and he couldn't quite place what it was. Whenever Alan had managed to meet his eyes, they had seemed alive with something, and he knew that it wasn't excitement. What would he have had to be excited about? Sighing again, he stood up heavily and made his way over to the door wearily.

A few minutes later, he popped his head into the living room, spying his three other sons that were still on Earth's atmosphere. Wondering mildly where Alan was, he smiled at Scott Virgil and Gordon.

"Great job today boys, two rescues both went well." He looked on proudly at his boys, but quickly found his grin fading as he took in the serious expressions that they all wore. "What is it?" he asked hesitantly, even though he could guess. It was Scott that replied first, and his tone was one of irritation and stress.

"He could have died in there dad. Why didn't you let us go and get him?" Jeff knew instantly that he was talking about Alan and he paused, trying to find some way of explaining it to his sons.

"Look…" he began, a lump in his throat rising painfully. "Alan is capable of handling himself. I know he can be a bit hasty some times," he heard Gordon snort, somewhere off to his left, "but, he got the people out unharmed. I've already given him a talking to, so don't give him a bad time ok?" He gazed sternly at his three sons, who looked up at him with baleful eyes. Upon hearing three muttered "alright"'s, he smiled.

"Oh, talking about Alan, did he pass any of you three after he almost sprinted out of my room earlier?"

"No, dad, we thought he was with you the whole time." Scott said, a frown beginning to mar his features. A sudden worry began to wash over him, being the oldest, he was always over protective. Virgil and Gordon had recently taken it upon them to call him "grandma", which irritated the hell out of him.

Standing up, he glanced at his father. "I'll go look for him." Without another word, he departed from the room and made a beeline towards where he guessed Alan might be.

Turning right, he jogged down one of the long corridors and pulled to a stop outside Alan's door. Knocking gently on the wood, he waited patiently for an answer.

When he received none, his worry began to grow and he pounded on the door with his fist. "Alan?" He yelled through the wood. Finally, he grabbed the handle and turned it, stepping swiftly into Alan's cluttered room. Looking at the bed, and seeing it empty, he swivelled round, calling for Alan.

Suddenly, he saw the door to Alan's en suit bathroom slightly open. Bounding forwards, he pushed open the door.

And screamed.

"ALAN!!"

Racing over to his brother's form, his heart pounded in his chest and his breathing grew heavy. Dropping to his knees, he turned his youngest brother over, head spinning when he saw blood dripping from a jagged and deep cut that stretched the length of Alan's back.

OhGodOhGodOhGod.

Faintly pondering how Alan had managed to keep this from them, he pushed his fingers sharply into Alan's neck; sure he wasn't going to be able to find a pulse as his hands were shaking so badly. Breathing a tiny sigh of relief, he felt a straggled pulse underneath his fingers and he turned his attention to the rest of Alan's body.

It looked like his brother had been crushed. Literally. Bruises lined his chest and ribs, black purple and red all swirling into one. Small cuts littered his whole frame and his shoulder was pushed out at a twisted angle. Choking at the sight, he screamed again for his brothers.

Pulling his brother up carefully, he checked his back again. Air sliced through his teeth as he caught sight of his baby brother's mangled back. Biting back his tears, he was aware of his brothers and father race into the room.

He couldn't hear their hurried footsteps. He couldn't hear their gasps and cries. He didn't feel Virgil pull him away from Alan. He could see his brother's mouth moving like he was yelling, but no noise came out. Stumbling backwards, he was faintly aware of someone catching as he slumped back and was consumed by darkness.

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"Scott!" Gordon yelled as he saw his older brother sway and fall backwards. Reaching out to catch him, he lowered him gently and felt for a pulse. He felt a quick but steady one and breathed out. Putting it down shock, he turned round to his dad and brother working feverishly on his younger brother, Alan. Tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, he gasped as he saw the bad shape his usually bubbly brother was in.

Why did you keep this from us Alan? God, please, please, please makes him ok!

He could hear his calm and mild mannered brother Virgil yelling things out at random to their father whose face had a look of shock. Feeling tears spill out of his eyes, he dropped next to Virgil, choking as the tears tracked down his face. He watched, feeling useless, as his brother and father lifted his brother up and rushed out of the door, supporting Alan's prone figure between them. He heard a tiny sob emit from Virgil's mouth, one that he had tried unsuccessfully to smother, before hurrying out of the room.

"Gordon, help Scott up and quickly. God, he's lost so much blood! Hurry!" He heard his father's cry and he shuffled over to Scott, shaking him ruefully. Suddenly, Scott's eyes sprang open and he looked confused, inhaling air deeply. Then an understanding look passed through his eyes. He shot up, face growing pale and yelled his brother's name.

"Alan! Oh my God, where is he Gordo?" Seeing his usually strong brother cracking, Gordon sniffed, pulling his brother up sharply.

"They're taking him to the hospital. Scotty, what if he doesn't make it? What if…" He broke off, staring needfully into his brothers eyes.

Scott stared down at Gordon. The look in his brother's eyes reminded him of Alan when he was a little lost kid. Sobbing, he drew his brother into a bone-crushing hug. "He's gonna be fine, Gordy. Fine." He whispered into his brother's ears, before pushing him away and looking at his brother's face again. Wiping away tears that trickled down his face, he stared at Gordon meaningfully. "Fine."

Suddenly, he shuddered, remembering when he had seen Alan first. Seeing his brother so lifeless, covered in his own blood like that… He whimpered inwardly and looked down at the blood stain on the floor. Feeling his brother's gaze follow his, he could feel Gordon shake against him, before looking the other way, unable to see Alan's life covering the floor.

Pulling his brother's arm into his, he walked out of the room unsteadily, head still ringing from fainting. Dragging his uncertain brother down the hall, he raced along, desperate to see his baby again.

God Alan, be ok. I can't live without you. Please, please be alright!

He knew that Gordon was thinking along the same lines as him, and his stomach twisted itself into knots.

He wasn't sure if their family could survive without Alan. He was SURE that Gordon couldn't, as he was the closest with Alan. He also knew that he couldn't either.

He needed his brother.

Badly.