Hiya darlings! I'm back with the letter B! *cheers* Ok, first things first. To start, I would like to thank my newest guest reviewer on 'Deep Sleep.' Thank you darling I'm glad you enjoyed it! Now what kind of a cookie would you like? Bonnie and Kitt have been crowding my kitchen for the past few days, so we have more than enough!

Also, I would like to personally thank my bestie, ET, for the request on this letter! Though I kinda sorta changed it so...I hope you're ok with it and it turns out the way you wanted! (As for the rest of you, if you have a request for the following chapter, leave a review about it, or PM me! Both will be checked daily, so I promise you will not be missed!)

Ecto-1- Aw thanks, bestie! Yes, it was shocking and very mean on his part. Don't worry though. I gave him an earful, ain't that right Michael? Michael: You were the one that wrote it! I ha-! Me: Enough. You're grounded. Michael: *frustrated pouty face* it still isn't fair...

Guest- Oh! A new reviewer! Hello darling! Thanks for reviewing! Yes, it is, isn't it? You really can't go wrong with a Michael and Kitt fic.

Ok, I'm done now. Let's get to reading, shall we? Please enjoy and reviews would be very much appreciated!

As a said before, ANY and ALL flames will be fed to my two loyal werewolves. With or without Michael's permission.

(VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE WARNING!...AND POSSIBLY TISSUES!)

B is for...Battered And Bruises

"Karr, do you really need to start that right now?" Kitt asked from the passenger seat of the Trans-Am, nervous of what was to come this time.

The pair had been on the road for a while now. They've just completed a mission involving a couple of hackers who were wanted by the government. It was a long, and very agitating process. But, in the end, they won. Though the two hackers weren't really willing to go quietly, let alone go at all. One ended up getting shot in the leg while the other tried his best to pummel an officer. The one that got shot was rushed to the nearest hospital, while the other ended up getting knocked out with a tranq dart. From that point on, the brothers left. Leaving the officers to take care of the rest.

However, it wasn't all sweet dreams from this point on. At least...not for Kitt.

Karr has developed a problem. A problem that has only popped up within the last month or so. This problem that Karr has developed recently, takes a heavy toll on Kitt. Both emotionally, and physically. It wasn't often that Karr portrayed this 'problem' of his. He only allowed it to show after a stressful mission, or when he's away from home, as Kitt found out a week ago. Nonetheless though, it was something that not only bothered, but hurt the youngest in ways unimaginable.

"Wh't ya talkin' 'bout?" Karr slurred, laughing for absolutely no reason at all. Kitt winced, feeling moisture crawl into his eyes.

"Karr, please, stop this. Pl-"

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Karr barked a slur, making Kitt wince again. The moisture in the youngest's eyes turning into hot, stinging tears.

"Please, brother..."

"K't shut up!" Karr slurred again, nursing the glass bottle in his hand.

"Alright." Kitt whispered tearfully, looking away from Karr and out the passenger window.

He then closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window. Allowing a tear or two to roll down. His heart swelling and his throat tight. He knew it wouldn't be that much longer before they reached the motel. Then he could go away for a while and let his brother drink himself to death. Maybe even get his own room. It would all be a faint memory for Karr in the morning anyway. There was no use in trying to make sense of it right now.

The sight of the motel was a welcomed relief for the youngest. As soon as the car came to a rough stop, Kitt volunteered to go get themselves a room. Karr didn't appear to be too drunk at the moment, so he just got one room. When he came back out, Karr was still nursing his 'friend,' A certain Jack Daniel's, to be exact.

"G't the b'gs will ya?" Karr slurred drunkenly as he took another long swallow of his precious liquid. Kitt felt his throat get tight, cursing the minute that fucking bottle came into Karr's sites. But he grabbed the two small bags anyway.

"Ya know," Karr started to slur in his heavily drunken state now as they made their way to the motel door. "you-ya w'nt te kn'w wh't su'ks?"

Kitt only sighed quietly, fiddling with the key to the motel door. Once he got it open, he set the bags down on the beds. "No, and I don't really care." He snapped lowly, already knowing what Karr was going to say, for he did it every time he got drunk. It didn't hurt as bad as it did before. But...it still stung his heart.

"Oh quite get'in snip'py w'th me ya son of a b'tch." Karr slurred as he collapsed into one of the chairs by the small desk, placed near the little patio area. His glass bottle clattering loudly against the mahogany desk. "It su'ks te w'rk w'th ya. Yer n'thin but an id'ot. I h'te w'rkin' w'th ya. I h'te you. I w'sh ya'd go te h'ell."

Kitt tried his best not to allow the words to affect him. But it was proving to be quite difficult. How did he stand this? How did he not haul off and beat the living shit out of his brother when he got like this? How did he stand living with this drunken monster that did nothing but belittle him?

How could he love this?

The last thought made tears stream down his face as he sadly glanced back at his brother. Trying his best to bite back the harsh sobs of denial. His brother. Not a monster. His brother. The alcohol was only making him seem like a monster. It wasn't actually Karr himself. He just needed to remind himself of that.

"Are ya ev'n list'ning te me dam'it?!" Karr yelled, banging his now empty bottle hard against the mahogany desk. The sudden sound made Kitt jump as he turned to face him again.

"W-what?" Kitt asked, trying to stop his flow of tears. Karr snarled with an accompanied wolfish growl.

But Karr didn't answer. Instead he grabbed whatever he could, and threw it at Kitt. The nearest object ended up being the glass bottle. The bottle was thrown at Kitt full force, and ended up shattering upon impact with Kitt's shoulder, who cried out. The jagged pieces of glass cut through Kitt's sleeve and dug deep into his flesh. Red suddenly began swarming his upper forearm where the glass cut.

Kitt wrapped a hand around his bloody arm, trying to stem the blood flow. Hissing in pain when the pressure was applied. He looked back at Karr with hurt clear in his eyes, fear slowly gripping his heart. He backed away towards the door when Karr came forward. An unreadable look in his eyes as he did so.

"Karr, stop. Please, stop!" Kitt said, quickly feeling panic rising within him. And he felt his heart miss several beats when he felt his back plant firmly against the door. Blood smearing it as he did so.

No escape.

It was then that Karr finally advanced on him. Cursing up a storm as he sized Kitt up, making the youngest cower against the door. Trying to find a way to escape, begging his brother to stop, but sadly finding none. And just when Kitt though that was it, Karr swatted Kitt in the face with such force, it made him land painfully on the hard carpet. Tears stung Kitt's eyes as he looked back up at Karr, waiting for him to do something else, or possibly finish him off. But it didn't come.

When Karr walked away, he quickly scrambled over to the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he allowed his sobs to leave. Not giving the slightest concern to his bloody arm.

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The next morning, Karr woke up with a loud groan. His head felt like it was about to explode. Though, he felt relatively fine everywhere else. That didn't really matter to him though. He just drifted back off, burying himself deeper under the covers. Not giving a damn in the world about...

Wait. Kitt...

Where's Kitt?

The thought made Karr's head snap up, which also caused him to curse under his breath due to the sudden dizziness. Once the dizziness faded, he looked around the room. But didn't see any sign of him. He saw his bag on the other bed, so he was here...

But...Karr also noticed something else. The second bed, didn't even look like there was somebody sleeping in it. It looked the same from when they got here. Wait...how did they get here? Where was 'here' anyway? Ugh...curse his new addiction.

Karr then tried to get out of bed, cursing like a banshee when the dizziness hit. But he was successful. He was able to sit up on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over the side. Rubbing his forehead as he did so. He was about ready to lay back down again, when he heard the bathroom door open. Grabbing his attention instantly, he looked up in the direction of the sound.

What he saw made him gasp. All dizziness forgotten.

"Kitt! What the hell happened to you? You look like ya got into a bar fight or something." Karr said, concerned. Rushing over to him. And it was true. Kitt's entire left sleeve, or at least, what was left of it, was drenched in blood, his face was bruised and slightly red from the smack, and he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep for days.

Kitt, however, didn't even acknowledge his brother. Only silently making his way over to the second, untouched bed. Karr followed him, sitting down beside him.

"Kitt? What happened?" Karr asked him concerned, taking in the damage. Having not the slightest clue, that it was him who did it. He saw a tear leave Kitt's eye.

"You." Kitt quietly choked out, keeping his gaze on the ground. "You did this to me."

Karr looked at his brother, tears filling his eyes as the memory of what happened yesterday slowly, fuzzily filled his mind. He felt his heart swell as he remembered Kitt trying to tell him to stop. Begging him to snap out of it.

"Oh, Kitt.." Karr whispered, wrapping his little brother in a tight hug. Mindful of the injuries he caused. "I'm so sorry."

Kitt allowed his sobs to leave him as he clung to Karr. Burying his face into Karr's shoulder as he cried. Clinging tighter and tighter with every passing minute. Karr did the same, feeling terrible for what he had done.

"Shhh..." He tried to soothe. He knew if he said everything was alright, it would be stupid. After last night, things were far from alright. Eventually though, Kitt calmed down but he still clung to Karr. His older brother doing the same.

"I'm so sorry, Kitt. I'm so sorry, little brother." Karr continued to whisper, holding Kitt close. "I don't fully remember what I said, but I'm sorry. I love you and I don't mean any of those things I may have said, ok?" Karr told him, rocking him gently. He heard a muffled sniffle before Kitt gently pulled back. His little brother's face soaked in tears. Karr managed to give him a small smile as he gently wiped away his tears.

This was an accident that Karr intended to never let happen again. Kitt was his purpose of living. He meant the world to him. And he would never hurt his baby again.

*sniffles* Why?! Why did you do it Karr?! *gasps* *breaks down sobbing* *eventually regains composure* Ok, um, I hope you like it, ET! Like I said, I had to kinda change the idea a little bit so it would fit the plot. Please don't be mad at me! *runs and hides*

Until we meet again! *goes and comforts the guys, who can't stop crying after their ordeal* There, there, my sweeties...have a cookie...