I say plenty
Insufficient
You say any
But not this one
You want me to pick a side
I choose the ones you left behind
All their reasons
Not excuses
Your suggestion
For solution
You want me to pick a side
I choose the ones your left behind

I'm on the side with the guns
Left with no choice
But to make it alone
I'm on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us

Their reasons
Not excuses
Your assumption
Retribution
Just think of the way you treat
The freaks that you think you meet
You're the ones
That are losing your souls
Wearing things
That they tell you are right
Just remember the way you fight
When someone
Starts judging your life

I'm on the side with the guns
Left with no choice
But to make it alone
I'm on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us

We struggle in ways
You missed in your comfortable days
And you say that
Were ready for more
I fight in a place
Crowded with bad memories
And your giving me more
Than ill ever be ready for

I'm on the side with the guns
Left with no choice
But to make it alone
I'm on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us

Nonpoint- "Side With The Guns"

Julian was nervous as he approached the giant estate. There was no turning back. One, he had to have some balls if he was ever going to find his son, and two, he'd spent the last of his money on the bus ticket here. He hated having to do this, his pride was something that had held him together while he went through hell. It was important him, but so was finding Dorian. He'd do anything for him. Anything.

Julian wiped the sweat from his hands before he pushed the doorbell to Ken Master's mansion and waited. Ken was an old friend of Julian's, a friend who he'd never expected to make. They'd met at one of the lowest times in Julian's life, yet Ken seemed to always understand Julian, even when he did stupid things. It's ironic to think that if he'd never killed his stepfather that he wouldn't have joined Shadowlaw and met Ken. As strange as it was to believe, Julian knew he'd probably be dead right now if it wasn't for some of the horrible circumstances he had endured throughout his life. Maybe God really did have some sort of plan?

He'd expected a butler of some sort to answer the door, so he was surprised when Eliza, Ken's wife, pulled the door open. She didn't move until he smiled, and he didn't blame her. He'd done some real damage in the past, things he couldn't control. But just because it wasn't his fault didn't take the reality of him doing it away. She spoke, his previous smile seeming to assure her of his sanity.

"Julian? How are you?"

"Hey Eliza…I just needed to speak with Ken really. I'll be out of your hair in no time"

"Nonsense…we've got to visit and you need to come in and freshen up."

She offered him a warm smile as she lead him inside. Did he really look that bad? When Eliza turned her back he quickly smelled his arm pits and there was no offensive order. He had been on a bus for a few hours but he'd showered and…forgotten to shave. He followed Eliza into a hall that was about as big as the motel he'd just checked out of and she yelled for Ken.

"Ken! You've got a visitor!"

As nervous as he was, Julian was happy about seeing his friend. It had been way too long. Ken entered the hall and smiled when he saw Julian. He trotted forward as he spoke.

"Julian! Hell, it's been forever. How the hell are you?"

For a cooperate businessman Ken was built. A few inches taller than Julian's own height of six feet, Ken was the equivalent to the blonde surfer, his long hair brushing his shoulders. Of course it could have been attributed to the fact that along with being a billionaire, Ken was the U.S. Martial Arts Champion and had been for nearly a decade, though not consecutively.

"Hey man, it's good to see you."

Ken patted Julian on the shoulder and led him into one of the many sitting rooms. Ken sat down, motioning for Julian to do the same. Ken spoke.

"I'm glad you're happy to see me, but how are you doing?"

Ken always did cut to the chase. He knew all to well what the past five years of Julian's life had been dedicated to.

"Man, I hate doing this. You're the only friend I have really, and we should see each other more times than just when I need something."

"That's what friends are for, Julian."

Julian laughed.

"Easy for you to say, you're not doing the asking."

"Just ask already."

Julian was trying to stall…he really didn't know how to ask for what he needed. Hell he felt like some sort of street bum, and Eliza obviously thought he looked like one. Thankfully Ken's son, Mel, ran into the room at the very moment, buying him some time. The boy was six years old and was basically a mini-Ken aside from the slight wave in his hair, attributed to Eliza's curls. The child spoke.

"Daddy!"

"Hey buddy."

"Guess what! I finished my book…all by myself. An' Momma only helped me on three words."

Mel proudly held out three chubby fingers to Ken and Julian couldn't hold his smile. Ken answered.

"That's awesome. Do me a favor, go get Mamma and tell her I said to let you have some cookies. Then I'll come into the kitchen and you can tell me what the book was about."

"I can read it to you, too!"

"Alright son."

Mel ran from the room, nearly tripping by the door, but regaining his balance in record time. Ken must have caught Julian's smile because he got the point immediately.

"No luck in finding Dorian yet?"

"I've got a lead."

"And?"

"And I need to fly to Spain."

Ken nodded understanding the favor penniless Julian needed from billionaire Ken. But he still continued his questioning, giving the perception that money was no object.

"Spain? But why Spain, I thought you narrowed the search to the west coast?"

"Because…"

Julian ran his hands through his hair before he continued.

"…Vega's in Spain."

--

"You're not going to tell them right away, right. I mean, I know how this feels being dumped on you. I just don't want Wagner to jump me or something for knocking you up."

Cammy tried not to laugh at Cranky's rambling as they made their way through the airport tunnel and into the actual terminal where her family was waiting. She had to give him credit for everything. He was about to be immersed in her family life. It wasn't an easy thing to be calm about. Especially with the news they had to deliver.

"Of course I'm not going to. I'll wait for the right time. Besides, it's not like you're not here with me, supporting me."

"Yeah, I know, I…I'm just nervous."

"Don't be."

Cammy wrapped her arm around his waist thus creating the situation of him being most comfortable with his arm over her shoulder. It wasn't like he wouldn't have done the opposite. Cammy felt as if she were beaming. For once in her life everything that was going wrong was ending up right. Her future overwhelmed her mind with happy and hopeful thoughts. She just had to get through tonight.

They rounded the corner to find the Guile, Jane, and Wagner waiting for them. Cammy broke from Cranky's hold and ran to Wagner. Sure it was childish to run into her brother's arm, making a scene in the airport, but Cammy didn't care. It had been nearly a year since she'd seen him and now, now she had everything to live and love for. She hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his chest. He spoke.

"God, I missed you."

"I missed you too, what's with the beard?"

Wagner scratched his chin, his fingers running through the short, course, blonde hairs.

"It's a goatee, not a beard. And it makes me look younger."

Cammy laughed as Guile came behind her, speaking.

"He used to try and look older, you know."

Cammy smiled as Guile pulled her into a hug. He always looked the same to her; strong, able, kind. But he was getting up there in years, being nearly fifty. They must have looked like the perfect, blonde haired, light eyed family. It was funny to think that none of them were even close to being blood related.

By this time Cranky had caught up to the family. He shook Wagner and Guile's hands, doing the man thing. He spoke.

"Good to see you guys again."

Jane came beside Guile and kissed him on the cheek before she spoke.

"Why don't you guys go and get the luggage?"

Guile, Wagner and Cranky nodded and left to find the luggage wing of the airport. Cammy couldn't hold her smile. Everything was perfect. Jane put her hand on Cammy's shoulder and spoke.

"So when were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you're pregnant."

--

"What does Vega have to do with anything?"

Ken's calm, supportive exterior broke down and he seemed to be fuming at Julian. But it was what he'd expected. Vega had done a lot to hurt them both and the people they care for. To Ken, it would make no sense for Julian to want to see Vega. Julian answered.

"It has everything to do with him. You don't think he knows where Dorian is?"

"He might. But he also might kill you or let Shadowlaw brainwash you again."

"You know as well as I do Shadowlaw is defunct."

"They are never defunct. Until Bison and everyone involved in that organization is in a body bag…they are very much in operation."

Julian exhaled a huge breath. He wasn't going to win over Ken this way.

"Look…he contacted me. If he was going to kill me he would have just done it."

"You know that's not true. Julian, I can't ever see you like that again. You were heartless, like a robot."

Ken shook his head. He stood up and walked towards a window across the room as he continued.

"It was like watching Cammy all over again."

"Ken, this is my son. I'll risk death to find him. Everyday is like the wound getting deeper and deeper. The pain for him is physical. Imagine if it was Mel. If all those years ago when Eliza was kidnapped, they'd gotten him as a baby and you never got to see him, even once. You have to live everyday knowing they have your baby and you can't do nothing about it."

Ken turned away from the window, looking back at Julian with a softened expression. Julian continued.

"I just want peace. I'll do anything, I've prayed and prayed for a break like this. Who knows why Vega contacted me about Dorian, all I know is he knows where I can find him, and I'm going to make him tell me."

Ken walked over to Julian and put his hand on his shoulder as he spoke.

"Alright. I'll book a flight for you in the morning. But you stay here tonight, with the family."