If you were wondering where I got the idea for this crossover, it's came from where both shows are supposed to take place. I mean, with New York and New Jersey being so close, it's possible that the Lucases and Russos could meet. And anyway, both Kevin and Joe already had special someones, and I felt Nick was a little left out :)

I don't own WOWP or JONAS. Please review :)

"Man I'm so glad we're home," Joe said as he and his brothers trudged through the front door. The whole rescuing Macy thing, especially the getting beaten up part, had really worn them out.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you," Frankie warned them.

"What are you talking about?" Kevin asked, mystified. All he could think about was the soft bunk bed upstairs that was calling his name.

Nick nudged him and pointed. Sandy Lucas was standing in the living room, arms crossed and a scary look on her face.

"Oh." Kevin gulped.

"What in the world did you think you were DOING?" She asked, enunciating each word.

"They kidnapped me! I didn't have a choice!" Joe shouted, breaking early.

"Way to sell it, Joe," Nick muttered.

"What? You know I don't do well under pressure," Joe responded.

"Purposefully running away from your father and the Big Man in a foreign country and then nearly getting killed by a crazy man? Twice?"

"But Mom, Macy!" Kevin said, pulling the sensitivity card.

"I'm glad she's safe now, but you could have handled it differently. You could have told an adult."

Kevin opened his mouth to argue, but Nick stepped on his foot to shush him. "We're really sorry, Mom. We promise it won't happen again," he said.

"You bet it won't. And don't think you guys are getting off scotch-free either. You are going to be spending the next week cleaning this firehouse from top to bottom until it sparkles. Do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," Kevin, Joe, and Nick responded in monotone voices.

"And you can start right now. Kevin, I want you to mop the wood floor. Joe, you're in charge of vacuuming the rugs. And Nick, I need you to take out the trash," Mrs. Lucas ordered. Her words were met by a chorus of groans.

"Can't we take a nap first?" Joe asked, yawning.

"No, you can sleep later. Now get a move on."

The brothers slouched off to do their respective jobs.

"I can't believe this. I haven't had a good sleep since we left Macy in the hospital," Kevin complained as he searched high and low for this thing his mother called a 'mop'.

"Well at least she's coming home tomorrow. Stella's grounded, so I won't be seeing her for a while," Joe remarked.

Nick didn't say anything. Cleaning the house wasn't so bad of a punishment in his opinion. Then again, he didn't exactly have a girlfriend to worry about. He sighed, grabbed the bag out of the trash can, and headed for the alleyway behind the firehouse.

It was dark outside, but Nick was thankful that at least it had stopped raining. He deposited the trash in an empty metal can and turned to go back inside when his foot caught on something soft.

"What the…" Nick said, approaching whatever had tripped him with caution. In the dark it was hard to make out what it was. He felt the brick wall beside him until his fingers caught on a light switch and flicked it on. Weak yellow light spilled over the alley, revealing a girl curled up on the ground, her dark hair and clothes plastered to her body. She seemed to be around the same age as him and was rather pretty, but all Nick could think about was how sick she looked.

Common sense told him to go get his mom, but something about this girl told him she didn't exactly want to be found. You would think he would have listened to his common sense, especially after what had transpired in Mexico, but guys don't always think things through.

Nick glanced inside the house to see if the coast was clear. His parents were talking in the living room, Kevin was nowhere to be seen, and Joe was still trying to figure out how to work the vacuum. Deciding that it was now or never, Nick lifted the limp girl over his shoulder and took the stairs next to the kitchen up to the attic.

The firehouse's attic was Nick's secret sanctuary. No one else bothered to go up there, so it was where he went for some peace and quiet. The majority of it was covered in boxes stacked to the ceiling and dust, but in the far corner was a dust-free area complete with an old cast-iron bed and a wooden roll top desk where Nick spent his time writing songs. In the daytime, sunlight poured through the stained glass window next to the bed, painting the entire attic in a myriad of jewel-bright colors.

Nick laid the girl on the bed and pulled the quilted comforter up to her chin. Then he left to find out what else his mom wanted him to do before he got in trouble for being gone so long. He paused in the doorway to look back at the girl—his new secret—and smiled for the first time in a while.