A/N: Whelp, hello again. This chapter is a bit longer then the last? I don't know I THINK it is. Thanks to all those who reviewed/favourited and such!

I kinda had trouble writing in Dave's perspective so again sorry for anything that isn't Strider-like. Plus I kept writing in 2nd person instead of 3rd which threw me off. Bluh. Yeah so I'm don here. Read on!

Getting calls at three in the morning was not Dave's thing. Hell, was it anyone's thing really?

It was hard enough to get to sleep in a foreign, cheap, uncomfortable motel bed, not to mention there was a thunderstorm going on outside which was making a lot of fucking noise. So really when Dave finally fell asleep, being woken up by the sound of Shania Twain buzzing from his cellphone wasn't to cool.

When he finally picks up the phone, the voice of a certain bucktoothed chum greets him, which helps cut the slack a bit. If it were anyone else calling Dave, he would of probably hung up on them right away, but John was not just anyone. This was his motherfucking best bro calling him at such a time, which meant it had to be important.

And fuck, was it ever. There was a John Egbert on the other side of town, home alone and about to piss his pants over a storm. Again, the blond wouldn't usually give two shits about this kind of stuff, but he knew if he got his ass over to Egbert's he would be looked at as a damn super hero, saving fine-ass nerds from the nature with some brocuddles. Maybe it was a dick move to hang up on John without warning, but it would be a big surprise for him to find a Strider at his doorstep.

Dave hadn't told his friend he was in Washington, mainly because he wasn't sure if he would be able to drop by to see him. His Bro was here on some strict smuppet business and gave Dave the honour of tagging along. Which meant he had to stick with the older Strider whenever they went out, learning the ways of selling erotic puppet porn to people a little at a time. It also meant no going to see John, which was a major downer in the blonde's case.

After the game had ended he hadn't seen much of his friends, keeping with the Internet chats, which was cool too. There were video chats as well, which kept Dave up to date with how everyone was looking, and sounding. But of course it wasn't the same as actually seeing one of his friends in the flesh. And being in Washington right now was a perfect chance.

Bro probably knew he would want to visit the Egbert residence, which could also be the reason he was sticking to Dave like goddamn stalker. Though this night was an exception; the older blond had made some kind of breakthrough with his work yesterday, which gave him permission to go out to a club, get drunk, and pick up some slutty girls, leaving Dave alone in their motel room.

Not that it was a bad thing, this gave him the perfect opportunity to get to Johns, and see the kid. Their last video chat had been at least a month ago by now, a way to long time. Not only would he be able to see John, he would be able to touch him too. Not anything weird, Dave had enough pride to not go messing with his completely straight best bro. But a couple hugs wouldn't hurt. Just as long as his hands didn't go to far down, swooping past the rainbow and right to the jackpot; that being getting his hands all over Egbert's ass.

Some point during all the shit going on he had developed feelings for John in a totally homo sense. The only person who knew about this was Rose, over analyzing every little thing Dave had been telling her, coming up with the answer that Strider was in fact a homosexual, and crushing on his best friend. Sometimes the girl was good; to good for her own good. Yeah.

The point of all this was Dave had been given the opportunity to go save John from the rain, right here, right now and he'd be damned to not take it. Even if the dude's place was a forty-minute walk from here. (Yeah he had checked, no fucking judging.)

Dave kept his pyjamas on; a normal red and white t-shirt, along with a pair of Fluttershy pants. It was three in the morning, why the fuck should he change? Plus, these bottoms were ironic, too ironic for people to understand. On top of that he pulls on one of his own sweaters, plus one of his Bro's, just for some extra coverage. Shoving a key card in one pocket and his cellphone in the other, the blond places his shades over his eyes, adjusting them before heading out of the motel room, down the hall and outside into the raging storm.

Now being outside in it, the rain would seem much more scary, to an average person. And Dave was no average person; he was a Strider, which meant this was just some rain. He wasn't a pussy; a little bit of lightning and water wasn't going to stand in the way between him and his best bro.

So after a good hour of trudging down dim-lit streets he had finally arrived at John's road, only a few houses to go before reaching his destination. Dave was legit soaked to the bone, shivering and tempted to sniffle, but obviously he didn't, even if he was probably catching a cold walking out in this shitty weather.

Luckily he hadn't seen anyone on his way here, no creepy ass pedophiles trying to pull one over on him, and no stalkers trailing behind as far as he could see. This meant it was a clear stop to the Egbert home. He gives rapid loud knocks on the door but he doubted John would hear. Hell, why not just let himself in?

Though that went down with difficulty the door being locked, Dave not exactly going for the idea of breaking his way in. Instead he travels to the front yard, picking up some rocks that lay in the soaking grass, starting to throw them up at the only window, hoping that would attract attention. If it didn't he could always go around back and start throwing some shit at some windows there too.

After throwing rock after rock Dave considered doing just that, turning in the direction of the back yard, until a distant and muffled sounding voice calls to him.

"Holy shit, Dave is that you?"

I noticed this was more a sort of drabble or something, so sorry about that. More action in the next chapter I promise! Well, I think I do, I can be to sure. :/