Disclaimer: I own everything but the characters, and the plot. Plot is all my evil triplet sister's.

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A few weeks later, it was about thirty minutes past Eragon's bed time. He knew he was supposed to be in bed but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do it. He had no explanation for the feeling but he just couldn't. Instead he turned the light on took a flashlight from under his pillow.

He knew Murtagh would be very mad about it but he knew he would never hurt him like his father. He started when he heard a sound. He turned to find a confused Murtagh.

"You know, it would be better to stay up later in your own room. I mean, I sleep in here to." Murtagh said with a smile and started to get ready for bed.

"You're not mad." It wasn't a question but a statement. He was mystified.

"No, I need to talk to you anyway. About something important. Really important." Murtagh said and then sighed a long drawn out sigh.

"What about? Is something wrong?" Eragon was surprised that he wasn't really concerned. Maybe he knew Murtagh to well. Well enough to know it was not about Murtagh, anyway.

"No." Murtagh said. "I don't think something will be too wrong if you do as I say. I don't think you'll like it but…" Murtagh left the sentence unfinished.

"What's about to go wrong? Is it me? I know it's me." Eragon said "you get this strange look on your face when you're worried about me, so don't lie."

"Okay… do I really have a strange look? No wait, that's not the point. The point is that I want you to talk to someone." Murtagh waited to see the reaction on Eragon's face.

Eragon knew what Murtagh was talking about. A therapist? I don't need one, I'm fine! He decided to play dumb. He thought it may get him out of it.

"Okay." Eragon said. "I'll talk to who do you need to talk to me to. Who is that, by the way? Nasuada, Thorn?" He was laughing on the inside. He enjoyed the confused look that came back on Murtagh's face.

"No." he said and left the room.

Eragon stared after him looking and feeling a bit guilty. He knew now just how much pain he was causing Murtagh. He sighed and laid down. He didn't even know what he was doing to cause the pain! Slowly, thinking about what Eragon did, he fell asleep.

The alarm clock woke Eragon up with a strange peaceful feeling, and he didn't know why. Then he realized that the alarm clock didn't go off. Slowly he realized what that meant. He shot up and accidentally knocked his knee into Murtagh's stomach, who woke up with a muffled grunt.

"Murtagh! The alarm clock didn't go off! I have to get to school!" Eragon looked at the clocked and his mouth dropped. It was about eleven o'clock!

"Easy. You're not going to school today. You're coming with me to the doctors." Murtagh said. He looked very funny with muffled hair and half closed eyes. "Actually, no, not the doctors. The therapist." Murtagh gave him a sheepish look and went to get clothes for the both of them.

Eragon just stared at Murtagh. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"I did tell you. Yesterday. You pretended that you didn't know what I meant. Remember?" Murtagh said with a frown. And then he smiled at him, to break the ice. "You can't fool me little bro!"

"I don't wan to go at all. Please don't make me." Eragon said with confidence. He knew that Murtagh would do what ever he told him. He never used it to his advantage until know though.

Murtagh looked at him, as though he was considering what he had to say. "No, you have to go." And threw Eragon a pair of jeans.

"Why? What do I have to talk about with a stranger that I can't talk about to you? I don't even think anything is bothering me." Eragon said, not very confident. If would have got his way, it would have been the first time.

"Because you don't even talk to me anymore about anything other then the weather. And something is; could be bothering you that even you don't know." Murtagh told Eragon.

"Well other then not talking to you, what else has happened? And not talking to anyone his called not being a child anymore." Eragon said.

"You are pitching the most useless hissy fits about stupid useless stuff, being kicked out of class for talking back to teachers about common sense rules, not sleeping in a your own bed for a month now, me being called at to come out of class to pick you up at school and I have social services coming in two weeks for our monthly check up and if I can't take care of you… bye-bye Eragon" Murtagh said, getting more and more mad as he finished..

"I'm not going." Eragon said flatly.

"Yes, you are." Murtagh said, realizing this may be the biggest and longest fight they have ever had.

"No, I'm not, and you can't make me. I'll like to see you drag me there, you'll get the bad guardian of the year award." Eragon said, without realizing he was becoming more and more nasty.

"You're going. That's final. The appointment's in 2 hours downtown. I'm not arguing with you about this. I have to be your guardian and well…" Murtagh shrugged and left the room.

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Murtagh went to take a shower and wasn't surprised to hear Eragon throwing pillows around in the room, screaming swear words on the top of his lungs. He had a mind to go back and tell him to just shut up, but couldn't bring himself to. He needed to see a therapist. He couldn't back down, no matter how much he wanted to.

He took a long relaxing shower and calmed down a bit. He was shocked to find that the house was still be filled with swear words about fifteen minutes later. With out knowing why, he started to cry.

And all he could ask him self was Why?

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Its short I know… but it will come in handy.