(this one is short but there is more planned)

Lukas had been working towards this since he was a kid. He was being given everything he wanted but he couldn't get Philip out of his head. His dad started talking about him, being a bad influence and Lukas' mouth went instinctively to correct him but he stopped himself, remembering what he had said about Philip making him steal money for drugs. He had to stick to his story now.

Lukas' mind wandered, blocking out whatever the two men were saying until he heard those words.

"They're sending Philip away."

His heart thundered in his chest, slamming against his rib-cage with every beat. Philip was leaving? He'd never see him again.

Lukas grabbed his phone, opening the message that Philip had sent him earlier, clicking the video he had sent. His screen lit up with Philips smile, his own bright grin. He had been happy. Happier then he'd ever been with Rose, happier then he'd been before he'd met Philip.

Lukas watched the video with his heart in his throat and suddenly this whole sponsorship deal seemed ridiculous. People were being murdered, Philip was being taken away forever and Lukas was sitting talking about his future. Lukas had never thought about his future with Philip, it had always been wanting to kiss him now, needing to see his smile this second. But he suddenly realized that he desperately wanted one. He wanted to be able to look into the future and know for sure that Philip would be in it, beside him.

And he took Philips future from him. His foster parents wouldn't trust him after what he'd told them. And now he was going to be sent away. Because of what he did.

Lukas stood abruptly, his chair squealing against the floor sharply, making his father and the sponsorship dealer look towards him. He didn't even know how to explain. Nothing he said would be able to placate them.

"I have to go." His father looked ready to yell at him but Lukas sprinted out the door before he could get a word out. Their words echoed in his head as he grabbed his helmet.

It's all about image. He's a bad influence. They're taking him away.

His image didn't mean shit to him if he didn't have Philip. Nothing would matter if he let Philip leave. He raced to the shed, to the spot underneath the hey bales, where he stashed the gun, and shoved it in the waistband of his jeans. He needed to tell the truth, he needed to fix this.

He shoved the helmet on his head, the padding muffling his dad's call's as he grabbed his bike and sped away.

Lukas could hardly breathe as he rode. What if he was too late? What if Philip had left already? Or what if he hated him too much to stay, no matter what he did? Philips video swam around in his head, their easy joking, the light touches on arms, the closeness between them that came so naturally.

Just days before he had bought Philip a camera, and made him laugh as they sat under those trees. Lukas wanted all of that back so badly he could barely breathe. His hands felt cold without Philip in them and if he didn't see him soon he would scream.

How did everything get so screwed up? How had he let himself hurt Philip so badly? Lukas shook off his anxiety and pulled harder on the throttle.

Lukas spun around the corner on his bike, seeing Philip, with his head down, getting into the sheriff's car with his bags. No! Lukas sped over to the car, stopping his bike at a swerve and pulling his helmet off. His eyes met with Philips as he sat in the car and Lukas felt a little better just by seeing those eyes fixed on him.

He turned to Helen and spilled everything, handing her the gun. It felt good to tell someone about what they had seen, for someone else to hold the weight of all that awful darkness and fear. Lukas looked back towards Philip, but the brunets face was blank if not a little shocked and Lukas couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Lukas tried to convey everything that he was thinking through his eyes, all the apologies, all the regret and all his feelings for Philip. The boy held his gaze for a second before turning away.

Helen still had her mouth open in shock and finally tore her eyes away from the gun.

"Lukas, I'm going to need to get an official statement from you. We'll need to go down to the station and your dad will have to be present."

Lukas didn't take his eyes off the boy in the car.

"Can I talk to Philip for a second?"

Helen looked between them and finally nodded.

"Sure, I'll go call your dad to meet us at the station."

She walked back into the house and Lukas was left in the silent grass. Staring at Philip who wouldn't even look at him.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the car.

"Philip?"

The boy didn't respond, staring out the opposite window, facing away from Lukas.

Philip sighed and lent against the car.

"Are you gonna talk to me?"

Still no reply, but he could see Philips throat working as he swallowed and Lukas could tell he was upset.

"I get it if you don't want to. I know you're pissed at me. But…I'm gonna keep trying okay? This is really hard for me, this honesty thing and my dad is going to be pissed. I don't really know what's going to happen so just..acknowledge that I'm trying?"

Philip still didn't respond and Helen was coming back out of the house so Lukas relented.

"Okay. I'll see you later. I really am sorry Philip."

He walked away, head hung low as he went with Helen.