So my LOVELY reader, Gred And Forge's Girl, requested an actual prompt for me, and I was so pleased with the idea, I went ahead and made it as quick as I could. It's based on this quote from Mama CP's Dalton, when Wes says: "Official record was fourteen minutes. And that was forced. We were in a big crowd and we lost Ethan somewhere. We thought Evan was going to go ballistic after the tenth minute. He and Ethan must have some kind of radar in there because at some point, he just started running towards a particular direction and there Ethan was."

This is how that scene played out in my head, so I thought you'd like it too!

As always, I don't own Glee or Dalton. I rent. XD

Evan Brightman looked around him, his infectious grin mirrored by his friends Wes and David. Looking behind him, his eyes widened, and the grin slipped from his face.

"Where's Ethan?"

Wes blinked, turning his head back and forth, much like an owl, searching the surrounding area.

The Tweedles and Wes and David were currently enjoying the luxuries of a carnival that had invaded Westerville for a few days, over the Labour Day Weekend. Apparently, a whole lot of others had the same idea; the carnival grounds were packed solid.

Twisting his head around fervently, Evan's ice blue eyes searched frantically for his brother.

Wes grabbed on to Evan's arm, forcing him to stay with them and not go dashing off in a desperate search for his twin.

"We have to stick together, Ev," Wes reminded Evan calmly, although his and David's eyes were still searching the immediate area for their friend.

David grabbed on to Evan's other arm, and together they led him through the throng of people. Ducking into a space beside a stall, David pulled out his cell phone and texted the missing twin.

Hey, where did you go? – D

They waited almost five full minutes for a reply, but none was forthcoming.

Eight minutes had now passed, with no sign of the missing Tweedle, and Evan was beginning to panic. His hands were shaking, his heart was racing, and his breath was coming in laboured pants, as his lungs refused to fill properly with oxygen.

Wes forced Evan's head down, making him take deep breaths to calm himself. As he was bent over, Evan's mind started to swim, and he could see things that weren't really there.

There was a ride, the Zipper, or something; Ethan was standing beside the line, looking lost and forlorn. He was looking back and forth, as though searching the crowd for something that was missing. He looked ready to cry.

Evan bolted upright, his head clearing immediately. He searched around, and located the Zipper ride, at the other end of the park. There were a lot of people between them, but he dashed out into the sea of humanity all the same.

He had to get to his brother.

Wes gave a shout, and followed in hot pursuit, David on his heels. Evan dodged little old ladies, women with kids in strollers, teenage punks looking for a fight, and a couple of men who laughed when they saw him run past. He didn't care.

He approached the Zipper, and there, standing right where he had seen him, was Ethan, his brother, his confidante, his best friend, his life.

Letting out a soft sob, Ethan rushed towards him, and they embraced. The tears finally began flowing, now that the crisis had been averted, that they had finally located each other.

Wes came up quietly behind him, a look of disbelief on his face, as David strode up as well, panting from the run.

"I can't believe you found him in this mess of people! And you zeroed in on him like you knew where he was, even though you were panicking!" Wes was confused, so naturally his voice was a little louder than it normally was. David looked at the twins, and gave a small smile.

"You okay, man?" He asked Ethan gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, letting his other hand fall naturally to Evan's.

"Yeah," Ethan's voice shook, as he attempted to gain control over his emotions. He stared at his brother, a slight look of wonder and worry gracing his clear blue eyes. He whispered softly to Evan.

"Did you…?" His searched his brother's eyes fervently.

"Yeah, I saw it," Evan muttered back, his forehead resting against Ethan's in relief. "I saw you. You were here. I knew you would be if I searched for you. It was the same as when we were kids and we could never play hide and seek together. We would always be able to find the other." Evan gave a huge sigh, and hugged his brother one last time before releasing most of him.

He did keep his hand in his brothers', however. He wasn't about to lose him again. Not today.

Smiling softly at each other, they each took the hand of one of their friends, and together they led them off to another part of the carnival. Now that they were back together, they were going to enjoy themselves.

Especially as they tried to think of which rides would be best suited to making their friends puke their guts out.

After all, what else was a carnival for?