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Riker's P.O.V/ 3rd person

He was in his room sleeping when he heard it. A loud crash came from downstairs in the kitchen, followed by what sounded like the shattering of glass. Immediately, Riker was worried. He knew his Mom and Dad had left with Ryland a couple of hours ago. Rocky and Ratliff had gone out shortly after, and Rydel had just left with Laura. That left only one person in the house with him; Ross.

Now Riker, being the oldest, felt the most responsible for his younger siblings. He loved them all and always felt the need to protect them. Ross, however, was his little "mini-me." Riker saw himself when he looked at Ross, except Ross was better than Riker could ever be, with how happy he always was. He wished nothing but the best for Ross, and would do anything to see him be happy. That's why when he heard the commotion downstairs, he knew something was wrong.

Riker jumped off the bed and made his way over to the door. He grasped the knob, pushed the door open, and poked his head out. "Ross? Are you okay?" he yelled down the stairs. No answer.

Now Riker was really starting to get worried. Ross could be hurt or in danger. So he ran as fast as could down the stairs, trying to get the kitchen as quickly as possible without tripping. Riker's heart started to beat faster with each step he took. Finally, he rounded the corner into the kitchen, instantly spotting his little brother.

After taking a split look at Ross, who had his back turned around fooling with something, and looking around the room to make sure no one had broken in and, he quickly approached Ross. "Ross what is going on!" he yelled at his little brother. However, Riker must have came a little to close because Ross spun around shocked and bumped hard into Riker and they both fell onto the floor. When he landed, Riker heard a cracking of glass and a sharp intake of breath. He opened his eyes wondering what it had come from.

When he looked up, Riker saw Ross's face scrunched up in pain. "Are you okay, Ross?" Riker asked when he crawled over to him. Ross opened his eyes but didn't say anything and just held out his hand so Riker could look at it. Riker looked at his baby brother's hand; it was a bit cut up and there were some glass shards in the cut but Riker thought he could get them out of Ross's hand so they wouldn't have to take a trip to the hospital.

Riker helped up his brother and started to walk him to the bathroom, but not before his eyes caught eyes of a certain someone's ripped up script in the corner of the room. He couldn't help what was wrong with his little brother. Ross never got mad or angry; especially to the point where he would rip of his script. Usually if he couldn't memorize his lines he would ask Riker to help or just hang out to clear his mind.

Also, if there was one thing Riker was sure of, is that Ross is very coordinated. So there was little chance Ross had just dropped the cup. Even so, Ross would have answered Riker if he had dropped the cup. No. Something else was bothering his little brother. When Riker had walked into the kitchen Ross had his back turned to him but he could still see Ross shaking trying to cover something up. And Riker new that Ross would have made of an excuse by how quick he turned around and how wide is eyes were when he bumped into Riker. He was usually right about these things when it came to his siblings, and Riker was going to help his brother no matter what it took.

Ross's P.O.V

Riker led me up the stairs and looked a little frustrated at me for taking so long. Yes. I was stalling. I didn't want to go and talk to Riker about this. Don't get me wrong, I trust Riker more than anyone else, including Laura. But I look up to Riker, and I don't want him to make fun of me for being weak or upset over a girl, it's man pride. So I took my time climbing up the stairs trying to rack my brain for an excuse to make to him, even though it was useless. Riker knew me better than I knew myself; he would eventually grill it out of me I knew.

Ugh. I was so upset with myself when I got to top of the stairs I felt like screaming. Luckily I have sense to think twice and not act out in front of my brother again. I'm supposed to be the controlled one. "Look at what this girl's doing to me," I thought as I clenched my fist together. Unfortunately, I forgot about my injured hand. A hiss of pain escaped from my lips as I stopped walking and held my bloody hand.

Riker froze ahead of me but then quickly turned around and came towards me. He took my hand in his an examined it once more. "You closed your fist didn't you?" Riker asked, but it sounded more as a statement so I didn't bother with a response. Riker looked at me and sighed, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

Since I knew I would have to face the music sooner or later, I slipped into the bathroom

right after Riker. Our house has pretty big bathrooms, I mean we have a family of seven what do you expect. But at that moment it felt like a small hall closet, the kind where if you're in there to long you start feeling claustrophobic. Riker was digging around in the medicine cabinet getting out things to clean my hand with. However, he took a moment to raise one hand to point to the bathtub, and then went back to what he was doing.

I took that as my cue to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. As I walked over and sat on the tub, I kept my head down trying to avoid all eye contact with my brother. The medicine cabinet door closed lightly and Riker's footsteps got louder as he came over to me. He bent down in front of my and tilted my head so I was staring into his eyes. My heart starting beating wondering what my brother was going to say.

-So that's it for this chapter. A little cliff hanger I think.

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