A/N: Yay! I got chapter 3. I want to thank IzzyXoXoSharpayXoXo for being the new beta for the story, and checking it over. Well, here is Chapter 3 of Brotherly Love, Right?

Disclaimer: Don't own it, kay?

Title: Brotherly Love, Right?
Summary: What happens when Theresa tells her children a horrible secret which tears her and Alex apart, for good?
Pairing: Justin x Alex
Chapter: 2


Justin and Alex consciously looked at each other. The moment of truth. Well, no. They both knew that their parents were going to tell them, it would be just our little secret. Justin smiled faintly at her before entering the kitchen casually.

"Hey wonderful and great family. What are we having for breakfast this delightful Saturday morning?" he asked. Alex nudged him, whispering something about toning it down. Justin grinned, nervously. "I mean…uh. Pancakes anyone?"

"Sure Justin, I would ever so love that," Alex answered, placing her hands on her thighs and walking over to the living room couch. She fiddled with her thumbs as she heard Jerry whispering words of encouragement to dear Theresa, who was obviously freaking out right now. She clucked her tongue distractedly, "Justin! Do you need any help in the kitchen?" Alex yelled, trying to get up. However, something was stopping her. Finally, her mother was standing in front of her, holding her wrist.

"Darling… I need to talk to you," Theresa stated. "Justin and Max, too!" Right away, Justin was standing behind his mother, Max in tow about a couple feet behind.

"Yes, mom?" They chorused together. Theresa sighed and sat down on the sofa. She patted the cushions, signalling for her children to sit down with her.

"This may be come to a shock of you, and it is all my fault. Do not blame your father in any which way, okay?" Theresa insured, concerned for her children's thoughts on Jerry. Alex nodded, and her eyes turned to crystals. She rubbed her eyes, fading them. Justin looked over; he could not do anything of now. Theresa would be suspicious.

"I had an affair 15 years ago. And, 9 months later, a beautiful baby girl as born. Named as Alexandra "Alex" Elizabeth Knight. I-I changed your last name officially 5 months after your birth, to Russo. Just like your fathers last name," Theresa explained, choosing her words carefully. Jerry stood there, helpless. He could see his daughters' eyes on the verge of tears, until they came spilling out.

"I-I can't believe you would not tell me something like this! This is beyond important, this is my life!" Alex screamed, sobbing uncontrollably. Max sat there, wide-eyed with the whole situation. Justin watched Alex the whole time. Theresa had a ton of pangs of guiltiness hit her body, rather than just one. She had cheated on her own husband, and this turns out.

"I'm so, so, so sorry Alex. I-I had a little too much to drink. Jerry…your father knew right away. We didn't quarrel or anything. I erased your biological father away from our life, hoping that I would never have to tell you someday, and pretend you were your father's little girl for life," Theresa collapsed to the arm rest, and lay her head tears streaming down quietly. She could not stand the pain she was causing Alex.

"I can't believe you!" Alex yelled, running to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, and took out chocolate pudding. Her craving consultant, you could call it. At least this time she could really show her emotions, and her parents would understand. Yesterday, it was so hard for her. Crying, not sleeping, getting up extremely tired, and being haunted that today was the day that she would be told.

She rushed to her room without a look back, and shut her door quietly. She placed her pudding cup onto bed with her spoon beside, and went to her CD player. She cranked up the volume, and just sat there. Listening, intently, as if no one was watching her. But, someone was. She had not noticed them opening the door; she was angrily dipping the spoon into the dessert.

Justin watched her, eyes glistening. He…he felt so bad for her. She must feel so awful, and he could not do one thing about it.

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"Well, that was…awkward," Max inquired after his two other siblings left. Jerry hung his head low, in defeat, and grudgingly walked over to his wife, and sat down beside her. He whispered sweet soothing sayings into her ear, trying to make her feel a lot better. Theresa shrugged him off, stating that she wished to be alone.

Max and Jerry entered the Wizards classroom, and sat on the couches. Touching father-son moment coming. Well, maybe not.

"Dad, what exactly was that about? Okay, I'm old enough to know the basics…but still," Max finally said through the uneasy quietness. Jerry pondered.

"Well, when your mother went out to a word party with a girlfriend, she had a wee bit too much to drink. Then… well you know the rest. You're still too young for that chat, aren't you my man?" Jerry asked. Max grinned, obviously embarrassed.

"We already had that chat. But, you are saying that Alex really truly isn't my real sister, but my half sister?" Max questioned, unsure. Jerry nodded.

"You share the same mother, but not the same father. Alex would be considered your 'step' sister, at that. Your half sister just doesn't sound right." Jerry stood up, and went to the work bench. He flicked the bottles that filled the space. He distractedly poured the remaining liquids into a whole container until the colour switched.

"Yeah, that sounds funny," Max agreed. He stood up. "I'm going to my room. I need to think about this… and play some video games."

"There's the Max I know," Jerry smiled. He watched Max walk up the two remaining stairs to the kitchen. Seconds later, a door slam was heard. Jerry sighed. This was seriously straining his life. His doctor told him not to get stressed. Well, this was definitely not helping!

He walked back up the stairs, in traces of Max. He saw Theresa sunk into the couch, yet faint sobs were heard from the master bedroom. He shook his head. This was going to be a task trying to keep this household sturdy and proper.

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Justin cracked open the door a little more, watching Alex finish up her snack. He shook his head, remembering she always ate excessively when she was angry. He took one step in, but thankfully the noise was drown in the sound of music.

He tapped Alex on the shoulder, causing her to shriek in fear. She turned around to Justin's childlike smile, her face burning up. "Don't you dare scare me like that EVER again!" she stated. "Got it?"

"Sure, sure. But right now, I'm more interested in how you are feeling right now. You seemed to take it harder than last night, what happened?" Justin asked, taking a seat on her messy bedroom floor. Alex rolled her eyes.

"You know, can't show them I already knew…it's all acting. I'm awesome, aren't I?" Alex boasted. She got up, fake smile plastered against her face. Justin stopped her, however. He began to look concerned.

"I don't think that was the reason," he replied, unsure.

"Well, you know me… I'm suppose to be spunky. Lately, I've been rather, how should I say it…not. I'm glum. It's only been what less then 24 hours and I don't feel like myself," Alex explained. She looked down at her wrist, which was covered by Justin's hand. He swiped it back, and blushed.

"Sorry…" he murmured. "Well, Alex. I still think that you can be depressed in a time such as this. Hell, I was like this before when Miranda dumped me… oh boy. That was an ugly day. You'll be out of it in no time. Don't worry," Justin responded.

Alex grinned a little, "Promise?"

"Promise," he replied. He engulfed her into a big hug, and stroked her hair gently. "As long as I'm here, it will be alright."

--o0o0--


A/N: Well, there we go. The story is well on its way. Hope you enjoy!
-Lara