I have three words for you guys.

I'M SO SORRY!

You know that feeling when you are trying to write and you just don't feel it? Like that spark of inspiration? I just couldn't get myself to write more than a few words! It was killing me!

But I got a very nice review from someone named Caleo4eva. You were my substitute spark, and it definitely worked! Thank you so much!

And thank you all so much! In the bottom, I have answered all of your reviews! You deserved to all be acknowledged!

This song was much easier than I thought, actually. I know for sure the next song is going to be MURDER!

But let's not dwell on such stuff.

Just a warning, the chapter get's a little dark at the end there, but there is a lot of bromance in this chapter! I hope you enjoy, and I hope it makes up for all those months of absence!

Months. *sigh* I am a terrible person, aren't I?

A creak was heard as the door to what used to be the room the two brothers shared eased open. A tiny head peaked from behind the cover of the indigo colored door. Harley hesitated, took a deep breath, and then emerged from his lonely room.

He walked up to his brother's door, greetings playing in his mind. Though barely a week had gone by since Leo had been moved, the door already had picked up on Leo's personality. A flame pattern had been painted in a soft red on its wooden surface, not seeming lifelike at all but still looking alive. Harley admired the decor for a few seconds, and then silently scolded himself for distracting himself. If he didn't muster the courage to ask Leo now, when would he?

Harley cleared his throat.

"Leo?"

There was no reply. Harley hadn't expected one, but he had hoped beyond all hope. Harley knocked on the door, each knock a syllable making up a Morse Code message.

Hello.

Still no reply.

Harley was crestfallen, but far from discouraged. He decided to change tactic. He started to smile as an idea formed in his mind. He took a deep breath.

"Do you wanna build a fire?

Harley thought he heard movement from the other side of the door. His smile widened as he continued to sing.

Come on, I'll grab some wood.

I haven't seen you for a week.

Except for at the meals we eat.

What's with your mood?

The movement behind the door stopped, and Harley immediately regretted his choice in lyrics. However, he didn't stop his song.

We used to be best buddies!

And now we're not.

Harley frowned at the depressing thought.

I wish you would tell me why!

Harley noticed a keyhole right below the doorknob. Maybe he might be able to get a glimpse of his brother! Harley pressed his head close to the door.

Do you wanna build a fire?"

Maybe Leo doesn't hear me, Harley thought. Just in case Leo didn't, Harley sang into the keyhole, his voice slightly muffled.

"It doesn't have to be a fire!"

Harley giggled a bit at his muffled voice, but his laughter immediately subsided when he heard his brother's voice.

"Go away, Harley!"

That was when Harley gave up.

He just needs some space, Harley thought to himself, I am sure he will come out soon.

"Ok, bye."

Harley turned away slowly from his brother's door, trudging back to his own room.

Leo had been listening to his brother's song intently, each word threatening to make him burst into tears. He hated having to stay away from Harley. It had been only a week and Leo was already drowning in loneliness. It was even more painful because of how much he loved Harley.

He must feel horrible, Leo thought miserably.

Leo decided to clear his head. He turned his head to the window, and his only closure, that was in his room. Leo walked up to to window and placed both hands on the windowsill. It was a beautiful sunny day, and the sun streaming through his only window felt wonderful on his face. Leo closed his eyes and relaxed. The heat almost seemed to increase, and it felt even better.

Then Leo smelt something burning.

Leo opened his eyes with a start, and let out a cry of shock as he saw two hand shaped burn marks on the windowsill. Leo backed away quickly from the window, the blissful moment lost. He suddenly heard another knock on the door.

"Go away Harley!" Leo shouted to the door, his voice cracking slightly.

"It's me," came the voice from behind the door. Leo realized his mistake when he identified the voice as his father's. He hurried to get the door for him.

"How are you doing?" Leo's father asked him.

"Fine," Leo lied.

His father immediately detected the fib, and his eyes narrowed. Unintentionally, Leo's eyes darted to the two burnt hand-marks, and his father picked up his gaze. He let out an exhausted sigh, and he looked at Leo with disappointment.

"I thought we had discussed this," his father scolded, "No magic."

"I didn't mean to!" Leo protested, "I just-"

"Lost control," His father finished. He no longer looked disappointed. Just sad. Leo averted his eyes in shame.

"But we may have a solution to it."

Leo's head snapped towards his father, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" Leo asked.

His father reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of black leather gloves. Leo immediately glared at his father.

"How are these supposed to help?"

"They are magic," His father replied, and Leo's annoyed look was replaced with a look of wonder, gazing upon the simple-looking pair of gloves, "They have the power to restrain the pull of magic."

"How did you get these?" Leo asked his father, still examining the gloves with new-found respect.

"A sorceress made them herself in order to live a normal life. Of course, there have been very few sorcerer's in Olympus, and they immediately are shipped to Camp Demigod. However, we don't want you to go through that. That is why we got the gloves."

Leo felt grateful to his father. It was bad enough he couldn't talk to Harley, but leaving him would probably be more than he could handle.

But at the same time, Leo felt a tiny weight in his heart. Was he being selfish? Would going away really keep Harley safe?

Leo's father gently pulled a glove onto one of Leo's hands. It felt cool, and sent slight shivers up Leo's back. He could almost feel the power.

"Now, remember what I told you before?" his father asked as he pulled on the second glove.

Leo hesitated, then nodded.

"Conceal," His father started.

"Don't feel," Leo continued.

"Don't let it show," they finished together.

And that was the code Leo lived by for a very long time.

~Five Years Later~

Harley ran down hallway, whooping. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he got ready to spring. He saw his destination: the couch that always sat in the Hall of Paintings. As he got closer, he bent his knees. When he was only ten feet away, he leaped into the air, sprang off the sofa, and soared. Harley laughed, doing a few flips, and then landed safely on a neighboring couch. Harley gave himself a few seconds to savor the moment, and then his laughter died. He sighed slightly at his immaturity.

This is so pathetic, He thought to himself, I have to rocket off of sofas for entertainment.

Harley knew he had hours until dinner. He was in desperate need of entertainment, yet there was none to be found. Jumping up and down on a couch gets old after a few goes. If only Leo was here...

Harley's good spirit now died away completely. He frowned, fighting down the urge to cry. Over the years, Harley must have asked Leo hundreds of times. The first few times, Harley knocked on the door asking Leo to play, and every time Leo rejected him. But after Harley tested his luck about twenty times, Leo had stopped answering altogether. Now Harley was beginning to miss his rejections.

Harley was stubborn. He kept on knocking every single day, hoping beyond hope for a chance to even talk to his brother. However, as the years went by, Harley's visits became much less frequent. He started visiting only once every two days. Then it dwindled down to weeks. Now, Harley's visits to Leo's room were barely every month. Harley never gave up entirely. In fact, his longing for his brother back was right now winning the war with fear of rejection.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to try, would it? Harley thought to himself.

His boredom struck the winning blow, and he ran to his brother's room.

The doors had begun to look ominous, even though they didn't seem nearly as large as they did when he was five. Now he was ten years old. His small, innocent mind had somewhat matured since then, and he had become close to fearless. In fact, the only things he feared were rejection from his brother and getting bit by a vampire. If only he could convince himself that the stupid blood-suckers weren't real!

He only slowed down right when he arrived at his destination, causing him to rocket right past the doors. Quickly backtracking, Harley knocked on the doors.

"Do you wanna build a fire?

Or maybe throw around a ball?

Or we could maybe play a game of tag.

Stop being such a drag!

It's been five years after all!

Harley's legs almost had a mind of their own, and they just couldn't stand still as Harley sang these words. As Harley's anticipation rose, so did his hope.

Why, oh why will you not answer?

Was it something that I did?

Could you just briefly answer my call?"

Harley was about to continue his song when he felt something bump into his foot. He looked down and was surprised to see a quickly scrawled note. He tenderly picked it up as if it were bomb about to go off any minute. As he unfolded the note, he saw small, untidy scribbling near the top of the page. Harley's heart gave a leap.

Leo wrote on this very page, Harley thought breathlessly, He actually answered me!

Harley wanted to hoard it in his room and keep it safe. He didn't want it to gain the slightest tear. He didn't want any harm to come to the tiny piece of paper.

Yet at the same time, Harley was afraid of what exactly Leo had actually written. Was it another rejection? Was it an explanation? Was it an invitation?

Without another moment's hesitation, Harley forced his eyes to stare at the words written on the paper. His heart sped up as he read every word.

Stop coming.

I can't play with you.

What will it take for you to understand?

Just go away.

Leave me alone.

-Leo

When Harley finished reading the note, he felt an unfamiliar emotion. It was more than annoyance or frustration. He wanted to break something. He wanted to yell at Leo to get his sorry butt out of his room and demand him to give him a fair explanation.

He lost all respect for the note, and threw it at Leo's stubbornly closed door. Harley sent the door one last glare before storming to his own room. After slamming his own door, he flopped down on his bed, hands clenched.

Just that very moment, Harley was shocked to figure out that what he was feeling was anger.

Harley had his fair share of memories when Leo had annoyed him, and they did have the occasional sibling fight, but Harley had never been downright furious with his brother. The anger had now left Harley, leaving him depressed. Once again, Harley was in the exact same spot as before.

The tiny note fluttered down to the ground like a leaf in the wind. The paper rocked back and forth in the air, the side of the paper the light favored alternating between Leo's message and the back. After a few graceful spins, the paper rested itself down with the back of the paper facing up.

And on the back were three small words that appeared to be added as an after thought.

P.S. I am sorry.

Leo once again heard the fateful knocking. By now, it was starting to get annoying, rather than upsetting. Leo had long since stopped answering Harley's calls. It was bad enough hearing Harley, so hopeful and innocent, asking him in vain to come out to play, but it was even worse to reject him.

But his promise to his father stuck firmly in his head like glue. He couldn't interact with anyone, especially his brother. He couldn't have another accident.

As time went by, Leo had managed to find a few ways to distract himself. He had discovered that he liked jokes, and whenever Leo was upset, he would just tell himself a good one inside his head. He also told jokes to his parents, who were the only people he could talk to. They were very busy, and that often left Leo feeling very lonely. If only he could actually communicate with Harley without actually talking to him.

Leo's eyes caught on his small stack of paper and pencils, and he got an idea.

When Leo was very young, a little before Harley was born, Leo was having a lot of trouble socializing with people. Even though he wasn't now, he used to be very shy. His mother had told him that it was easier to write out your feelings than to say them out loud to someone, so Leo commonly talked to people by writing them notes. Eventually, when Harley was born, Leo started to get better, and he stopped using notes. Maybe, just maybe, it might help him now.

Leo sat down at his desk, removing his gloves to write. Leo quickly scribbled down a quick note, pausing every now and then. His eraser was put to use more than a few times, causing Leo's frustration to rise. In the end, Leo was only left with three words that fit.

I am sorry.

Leo's mind went blank. This wasn't enough. He knew it wasn't enough. This wouldn't satisfy Harley. By now, probably nothing would satisfy the ten year old. Leo wished that Harley would just leave him alone and let him be miserable I peace.

Leo started to feel angry. He turned the page over, and furiously attacked the page with a much harsher message. In the back of his mind, Leo knew that the words he was writing would probably crush his younger brother, but right now he didn't care. Once he finished writing, he turned the page over once again to erase his previous attempt.

His eraser hovered a few inches over the words. Leo's burst of anger had now partially subsided, and his hands were no longer shaking. Changing his mind, Leo decided to keep the tiny note as a postscript and folded it up so it was small enough to fit under the door. He shoved it through the crack as hard as he could, hoping that Harley would notice it.

His hopes were confirmed as Harley suddenly stopped singing. Leo couldn't help but crouch down and look under the crack in his door. He just managed to see Harley tenderly pick the note up. After a few suspense-filled seconds, Leo saw Harley throw the note and stomp away. Though he could no longer see Harley, he heard the sound of a door being slammed.

Leo slowly got up from his place on the floor. It took him a few minutes to take in what he just saw.

Harley, his innocent little brother that had never yelled at a living soul, was angry at him.

Just like you were at him moments ago, Leo thought to himself.

Leo felt ashamed of himself. What kind of thoughtless monster was he becoming? How could he take his anger out on his younger brother?

Leo started to feel angry again. However this time he wasn't angry at Harley. He was angry at his parents, for not letting him talk to Harley face-to-face. He was angry at the Fates for giving him this life. He was angry at whoever he had inherited his powers from.

Most of all, he was angry at himself. He was angry at himself for losing control. He was angry that he was reacting so badly to his situation. He was angry that he wasn't perfect.

He definitely wasn't perfect. Not even close.

Suddenly, Leo saw a flash of light and was blasted off of his feet, landing hard on his back. Groaning in pain, he managed to get himself to a sitting position. As he looked towards the place the source that had blasted him backwards had been before, he let out a gasp.

There was a giant black burn mark on his wall. It must have been twice as big as himself! Leo unsteadily got to his feet, and stared at the burn, and then back as his hands.

I forgot to put my gloves back on!

Leo ran back to his desk and shoved his hands back into his gloves, the icy power once again acting like a dam restraining the flow of magic. Leo's heart was beating at a million miles per hour, and he suddenly had trouble breathing. Leo had never summoned that much fire before.

What if someone else had been in this room?

Leo jumped as he heard someone knocking rapidly on his door.

"Leo, what's going on in there?" his mother's voice rang out.

Leo, hesitant this time, opened the door for his parents. His mother gasped and covered her mouth in horror once she saw the giant black mark on the wall. His father looked at Leo with the same look of disapproval that he had given him many times before.

"I took my gloves off," said Leo, who was on the verge of tears, "It was only for a second!"

The lines in his father's face creased, and he opened his mouth to speak. Probably to scold Leo. However, just as he was about to speak, Leo interrupted him.

"I'm scared."

His father's expression changed from disapproval to one of confusion. Leo never outwardly admitted how terrified he was of his powers, but Leo felt like he had to tell at least someone.

"My power," Leo continued, "It's getting stronger. It's getting harder to control!"

Leo's mother instinctively ran forward to comfort her son, but Leo jumped away from her, eyes wide.

"Don't touch me!" he yelped.

Leo's mother looked shocked.

"P-please," Leo quickly added, still recoiling from his mother's touch, "I don't want to hurt you."

His parents looked at Leo helplessly, and Leo felt a great stab of guilt. First he hurt Harley, now he was getting his parents upset.

"I-I'm sorry," Leo finally said, "I'll try harder to control my powers. I won't forget the gloves again."

His parents looked relieved, and his father smiled at him.

"That's all we ask for, Son."

Leo gave them one last reassuring smile as his parents left his room, gently closing the door behind him.

That was the day Leo created his mask. He wasn't going to let anyone get hurt again. Not even emotionally.

Harley had heard the bang coming from Leo's room. Harley, though he was beyond curious, was still upset at Leo. The words from the note were still bouncing around in his head.

Harley's visit consistency dwindled down to years.

~Three Years Later~

Harley ran to his parent's room, where the door lay blissfully open. It was a nice change to all the closed doors he had to deal with for nearly his entire life. As Harley entered the room, he saw his parents packing a few last-minute things in suitcases, though there were plenty more scattered around the floor. Harley nimbly dodged the many obstacles as he made his way to his parents. Harley, now being thirteen (and proudly a teenager), had absolutely no trouble navigating his way across the room, as he often did much more dangerous and difficult activities in his spare time. His parents' eyes brightened and they spread their arms wide as they shared a group hug with their youngest son.

"I'll miss you," Harley said to them, "Come back soon, right?"

"Of course," his father replied, "We'll be back in just two weeks."

"Well then," Harley replied with a smile, "See you in two weeks."

They shared one last hug, and Harley ran back out of the room.

Leo was waiting at the bottom of the staircase leading from the upper floor to the entrance of the castle. His parents were walking down the stairs, shadowed by a few servants carrying their stuff for them. Leo smiled at his parents, bowing respectively at them like he had been taught. His mother beamed at him, while his father smiled proudly.

"If I knew any better, I would say you were moving," Leo said, glancing at the struggling servants.

His father chortled, while his mother glanced worriedly at the servants.

"I still think we should help them," his mother said.

"Nah, they're fine," his father replied, "Aren't you, boys?"

The servants quickly nodded and expressed their agreement, though Leo could swear they cast a pleading look his way.

Leo's smile started to fade a bit, and the smile he gave his parents next was sadder than before.

"Do you really have to go?" he asked them.

His father rested a hand on his shoulder.

"You'll be fine, Leo."

"It's not me I'm worried about. The seas are harsh, and there are many sea monsters."

His father gave Leo a tired look. They had had this conversation many times before.

"Don't worry about us."

"But I could protect you!"

"Leo, I told you: No magic."

Leo sighed, but nodded.

"We love you, Leo," his mother told him.

Leo once again smiled, and hugged his parents.

"Here, let me accompany you to the carriage," Leo said.

His father rolled his eyes, but didn't protest as Leo walked with them.

Harley watched out his parents ride away in the carriage, the servants who had helped them with their stuff looking relieved. Harley waved at them, even though he knew they couldn't see him.

Goodbye.

With a sigh, Harley flopped down on his bed. The past few days had been keeping Harley gratefully busy, for he had been helping his parents get ready for an important trip to a neighboring country. Leo had also been helping, and Harley had managed to catch a glimpse of his brother every once in a while. However, he was never able to get close enough to speak to him. They were never doing the same thing. It was almost like his father was making them do separate tasks on purpose.

Harley was interrupted from his thoughts as he heard a door shut from outside his room. Leo must have returned from helping his parents with the luggage. Harley felt the familiar feeling he always felt when he had an opportunity to get his brother to play with him. Maybe if he knocked this time...

Well, I've got nothing better to do, Harley thought.

He hopped out of bed and ran towards his brother's door. The door itself no longer held the horror it did before. It only made Harley sad. It reminded Harley of how much time that he lost that could have been spent playing with Leo. It made Harley feel like he was trapped, even though he was free to go anywhere in the castle.

Although he was never allowed to go outside the castle. He always had to stay indoors, for there were many people out there who would love to get their hands on him. They could kidnap him and use him to bribe his father for money. Maybe they could even use him to take down the kingdom.

No, he must stay inside. At least until he was older.

He walked up to Leo's door, and held out his hand to knock. Then, he was consumed with a feeling of hopelessness. The spark of hope was now gone. Harley never realized that the tiny little spark was what lit up his courage to ask his brother over and over again, as well as its significance. Harley felt his fear start to emerge from the shadows of his mind as well.

His longing and fear began to battle once more, but the battle was short. His longing now cowered in the back of his mind, surrendering to the darkness that now lay there, for his spark that had driven away the darkness was now gone.

Maybe that's why I named that dog Sparky, Harley thought, recalling the last time he ever played with Leo all those years ago. It represented hope.

Harley's mind then went blank.

How did Leo make that dog again?

Harley shook his head.

I guess it doesn't really matter.

Harley once again returned to his room, casting one last sad look behind him at the closed door.

~Two Weeks Later~

The news came as a blow to everyone.

Harley had spent three days shut inside his room, crying and mourning for his dead parents. The thought that the ship could have been attacked seemed so impossible. No one had believed for even a second that harm would come to the couple. The sea, however, had decided otherwise, and had pulled the ship way off course towards the Sea of Monsters. The ship, while large and sturdy, stood no change against the might of the fearsome creatures that dwelled under the murky depths of the water. Only the cabin boy had managed to escape with his life, along with the dreadful news on the other passengers.

The castle was draped in black as a sign of mourning, though fortunately almost no one was there to witness the depressing mood. Everyone was at the town cemetery. At least, that is what everyone called it, for it was quite a way away from the kingdom itself, most likely so that it didn't make the townspeople uneasy. However, anyone who believed in the old ghost stories were swallowing their fear just this once in order to pay their respects.

Ten new tombstones were added among the rest. Since no bodies could be recovered, the stones were more like monuments. That was what Harley liked to call them. It made it sound like they were honoring his parents' memory rather than what used to be their lives. It didn't cheer Harley up in the slightest, but at least it didn't make him feel any worse.

Harley later felt proud of himself for not crying during the entire ceremony. Everyone's heads were bowed down in respect, and Harley stood in between the two pedestals as King Zeus read out a speech dedicated to Harley's parents. It was an honor, but Harley didn't feel privileged.

Harley couldn't find Leo anywhere.

He wasn't at the burial. Harley knew, for he had scanned the entire crowd of attendants and couldn't find the curly brown hair and brown eyes. It didn't make him angry, like he expected himself to be. He just felt pity for him. Harley knew that his parents had been Leo's rock. He depended so badly on them, though Harley had no idea why. Leo must feel unstable now without them. Whatever Harley was feeling, Leo must feel much worse.

Harley was the last one to leave the cemetery.

As Harley's thin form drifted off into the distance, six teenagers came out of the shadows, wearing black for the occasion. As they approached the stone, Hazel's sobs could faintly be heard from behind the two hands she used to cover her tear-streaked face. She wasn't the only one crying, for the tear marks could be seen faintly upon everyone's cheeks. They all never knew any of the people personally, but they had great respect for Hephaestus and Ezperanza Valdez. They had heard how they were honest and kind people, always looking out for others.

And to six people who never truly had a family, they sounded wonderful.

They stopped in a perfectly straight line in front of the two monuments, and were silent for a minute in respect. After that minute had passed, Annabeth broke the circle and walked slowly to the monuments. Her eyes scanned the ground in between the two stones, and her eyes lingered on a single spot she found satisfactory.

"Here," she said, breaking the silence.

Frank took that as his cue and transformed into a tiny dog. He ran up to the spot Annabeth indicated, and started to dig. Once he dug a big enough hole, he ran back to his spot in line and changed back into himself. Hazel moved forward towards Annabeth, who was holding a seed in her hand. Annabeth dropped the seed into the hole, which magically covered up with soil as Hazel waved her hands.

All the sudden, it started to rain, Jason obviously being the cause as he held his hands up. Percy waved his hands as he maneuvered some of the water droplets to fall on the small mound of dirt their precious seed currently resided in. Then, when they decided the seed had enough water, Jason cleared the sky with a wave of his hand.

Piper, being the only one left who hadn't done her part, walked forward and knelt down before the mound of dirt. She started to speak, her voice washing over all of them like sunlight.

"You want to grow, little seed. You want to become a big, beautiful tree. You want to reach up and touch the sky."

As Piper spoke, a little sapling forced its way out of the dirt. It started to grow larger, and its stem hardened and became a trunk. Branches grew out in all directions. Soon, a massive tree was towering over the two monuments.

Suddenly, flowers started to sprout on the branches. Little pink flowers. The six gazed in awe as the entire tree was soon covered in little pink cherry blossoms.

"You were right," Piper said to Annabeth, "Cherry trees are the most beautiful trees in the world."

"Well, when am I ever wrong?"

A few of them chuckled. Then, they all linked arms, staring at their beautiful creation.

Harley walked down the dark hallways in the castle. The castle seemed even lonelier than usual. Harley thought he was depressed before. It was nothing compared to now.

He was heading to his room. He needed to sleep. He would do anything by now to rid him of all these horrible thoughts. As he walked towards his room, he passed by his brother's. He stopped, and stared at the flame-patterned door. He could hear faint sobbing from behind it.

In a bold move, Harley stepped towards it, and knocked a message in Morse Code.

Hello.

Harley, like all those many years ago, began to sing.

"Leo?

Please I know you're in there."

The sobbing suddenly stopped, then began once again with renewed vigor. Harley pressed his hand to the door.

"People have been asking where you've been"

That was perfectly true. Harley had been faced with the question multiple times, and each time he had painfully said that Leo was still at the castle, mourning his dead parents. Harley wasn't even sure if it was the truth at the time, but he would rather die than intentionally shame his brother.

"They say, "Have courage."

And I'm trying to.

I'm right out here for you.

Just let me in."

Harley knew that he was probably wasting his time. Leo just wouldn't let him in. He wouldn't even talk to Harley. However, Harley kept singing.

"We only have each other."

Harley's voice cracked slightly at these words, but he didn't stop.

"It's just you and me.

What are we going to do?

For Harley had no idea. He didn't want Leo to come up with a solution to this problem by himself. Harley just didn't want to find the solution alone, like he had for almost his entire life.

Harley, in desperation, said the simple words that had failed him so many times, and were going to fail him once again.

"Do you wanna build a fire?"

Harley didn't want to build a fire at all. The only thing he wanted to build was the friendship between himself and his brother. It was all he wanted.

He had lost all hope. There was none left now. Sparky was long gone. The song had gone all the way from being so hopeful and happy to what it was now.

Harley realized he didn't want hope. He wanted to be happy. He wanted just one bit of happiness he could call his own.

But he couldn't be happy. Not without Leo.

I don't need Sparky, Harley thought.

Harley remembered, a long time ago, when Leo was teaching him Latin. Leo's Latin was a bit rough as well, so he was teaching himself as well as his brother. They had stumbled upon one bright and cheerful word.

"Festus?" Leo sent a questioning look at Harley, "It sounds just like our Papi's name, huh? Maybe his real name is Festus!"

They had laughed for a long time after that, musing over the word. They had even more fun at dinner as they repeatedly called their father "Festus", much to his annoyance.

I don't need Sparky, Harley repeated in his mind, I need Festus.

Harley sighed, sitting down on the floor with his back to Leo's closed door.

I need Leo.

Harley felt a hand close on his own, and let out a gasp. He looked down at his hand, and saw that through the crack underneath the door, a gloved hand managed to reach far enough to grasp Harley's fingertips. Harley immediately pressed his hand closer to the crack underneath the door, and the two brothers were able to hold each other's hands.

Leo knew that he shouldn't be doing this. His father had specifically told him not to. But Leo needed some kind of outlet. His room had not proved to be a very good one.

His bed was smoking, for it had previously been on fire. The walls were lined with burn marks, and toys lay in random places on the floor, either melted or burnt to a crisp.

His brother proved to be a much better outlet.

Just this once, Leo told himself firmly, One moment of weakness, and then that's it.

Together, the two brother's mourned over their loss.

I checked this chapter over twice for you guys! You deserve it! You actually deserve more, BUT I'M NOT THAT GOOD!

And now, to fulfill a promise.

awesometacos: I am glad this is not cheesy! I was going for this not to be cheesy. This IS a HOO fanfic, however, so you should probably brace yourself for horrible cheesiness, as well as terrible puns.

Amber Ember7: XD

IVXLCDM: Man, you have a complicated name! I don't really read a lot of crossovers, but I have managed to stumble across a couple of good ones. You should definitely check them out!
I never really thought about that. Technically, Leo IS an arsonist. But we still all love him!

fantasiedreamar: I know. Harley isn't very commonly used, but I just love bromance between them! It is just so sweet!

PixelArtyGirl1: Who doesn't like Frozen?
I mean, besides those people who don't?
People should really get more cats. I mean, I have a cat (world's most ultimate "duh") and you are such a lucky person to have THREE!

Hibernia12: Thank you! And thanks for the constructive crititism. I feel like I don't get enough of that, and I know I DESPERATELY need it! That is why I checked this chapter so many times! I hope it makes up for previous mistakes! I also corrected a few mistakes in chapter 2, so you can check that out if you want!

Caleo4eva: Thank you so much for believing in me. You really inspired me to do this chapter. I am so glad you like it. And thanks for checking out my other story!
YAY! Let's fangirl about Solangelo for a few seconds!
*screams loudly for ten seconds*
Ok I'm good now!
It's March 6th now! Did you get an account? I will be sure to check out your stories! You are automatically being one of my favorite authors! I just can't wait to see what you have in store!

PLEASE READ THIS: You know how Anna in Frozen falls in love with Hans and he turns out to be a crazy maniac who tries to kill Elsa?

I would say spoiler alert, but by now the entire planet has seen the movie.

I need to find out who to pair Harley up with? I need it in order to do the next chapter, for that is when Harley sings 'For the First Time in Forever'.

Any ideas? Cause I got none.

Don't worry if you don't have any ideas! I don't think there is any cannon Harley ship, but if there is please tell me! I will listen to all your suggestions! Also, any other suggestions on this story would be amazing!

YOU ARE AWESOME!

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