A/C: Sorry for the super late update guys! I've been sososo busy with school and homework that I haven't really had a chance to work on this! Haha I understand the feels of waiting for a Fanfic to update I and feel like an ass to not update. So…. Yeah. Don't worry though; this'll be a good chapter! Drama, sadness, et cetera. Enjoy!

-Dave's POV-

Yawning, you wake up and gently kiss the sleeping Egderp cuddled up beside you on the cheek, you slowly pull yourself out of bed and glance at the alarm clock set on your bedside table while you reach for your shades;

8:25

Oh, how in the hell am I awake while Egbert's still asleep?

You must admit though, he's still super cute when he's unconscious - You trip on some random article of clothing and fall face-first into a first class smuppet pile of felt ass.

How in the hell is he still asleep after that?

You slowly creep your way out of your room, through the piles of puppet dong that your brother's stored in there. You. Hate. Smuppets. Bro runs some indecent puppet business. He makes millions, but he still lives in this run-down apartment because of 'The irony, Dave, the irony'. Well, whatever. You don't know what he does with his money seeming how the only traces of food around the house are empty take-out containers.

"Hey lil' man!"

Oh, what. Bro's awake too.

"How in the ever-loving-fuck are you awake before noon? It's fucking Frida-"you pause, realizing

"SHIT! I have work tonight!"

"Nice one, lil man. Nice one. Better get to work, but wake up Egbert first so your totally sick beats don't burst his brain." Bro chuckles at you, adjusting his shades.

"Yeah, well, you better get the British fuck awake as well cause Egbert's not the only one who'll be totally amazed with my god skills at the tables"

"Okay kid. Jake and I are going out anyway. "

Bro flashsteps back into his bedroom to wake up Jake and get ready. They're probably going to Jake's house anyways. They're not "going out" people.

You flashstep back to your bedroom, where John has turned in his sleep and thrown the blanket onto the ground. You laugh, and walk over to pick it up and tuck him back in but you glance at his now bare back and see all these.. Scars. There were red and pink lines scattered all over his back.. Some were white but not a lot of them... You look down his arm and see rows of pale pink lines down it and thicker ones closer to his wrist..

John.. Self-harms? But the one's on his back.. Those can't be self-inflicted..

Who would hurt someone as perfect as John..

You feel the anger bubble up inside of you because someone hurt your John. Someone caused him pain that you could have prevented. You will find out who did this to him and they will pay for this. You swear on your life they'll pay for this.

You notice his beautiful black eyelashes begin to flutter open, as a single tear runs down your face. You walk up to him and trap him in your arms, tears falling onto his shoulder.

"Dave?" you hear him say, sleep evident in his voice. "Dave why are you crying.. Shh ,breathe, its okay. I love you, It's okay"

"No, John, its not-" You sob, taking a couple gulps of air you continue "Someone hurt you and I wasn't there to make you feel better. I should've realized, I'm so sorry." Choking on your own breath, you hug John tighter as he starts to cry into your shoulder as well, realizing what you're talking about.

"Dave it's okay" John says, taking a deep breath. "My dad, okay? It was my dad.. "

"What..?"

"My dad did this to me, okay? That's why I never go swimming shirtless, that's why I never change in front of you it's why I'm so scared to wear T-Shirts when I don't put makeup over the scars."

You clench your fists, knuckles turning a pinkish-white.

How dare he.

You pull back from the hug

"HOW DARE HE HURT YOU. " You yell, stomping out of your bedroom and into Bro's.

"I need a plane ticket to Washington, NOW. "

Bro's not there

"Well 'ello Dave! I um, why do you need a ticket to Washington"

Oh. It's Jake.

It's Jake in only a towel. Where's Bro?

"Oh! And if you're wondering Dirk's in the shower, I was about to join him when you stormed in here.."

You flashstep the fuck out of there as fast as you motherfucking can.

Then, once again, life comes and hits you in the face. You walk to the bathroom, and slam your fist on the door

"Bro. I need to talk to you for a minute." You say behind gritted teeth

"Fine. Be out in a moment. " He grumbles.

You feel another tear run out from underneath your shades. God, your heart feels like it's about to die. It burns knowing you never knew what John's dad had done to him. You've known him for YEARS and you never knew. I guess, you didn't see him in person until the beginning of college, but you still should've at least noticed something.

You walk away, going back to a gently sobbing John. You sit down beside him, placing an arm around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

"Shh, it's okay John. You're going to be fine, everything'll be fine. I'll go and deal with your father, I promise.."

"No.. You can't go back there. At least, not alone.. Please. Don't go see him on your own.. I.. I don't want him to hurt you.." John whispers, his head hanging low.

"Don't worry about me, Johnny boy. " You say, smiling "I can handle myself."

"My dad's not the kind of person anyone really.. Wants to be around."

"Look, don't worry okay? I love you. And if you need to come with me, you can, but you are going nowhere near that man. You could go out to see your old friends, how about that?"

"O-okay.. I'll come with you, and Dave.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my.. My.. Self-ha-" John speaks, but his voice gets cut off by your lips pressed up against his.

"It's okay. As long as I can keep you from doing it from now on, it's okay. Don't you worry love, I'll always be here for you. I don't care if you need me to act totally raw like I am now. I will always, always be your shoulder to lean on. I swear." You say, tears forming in your eyes. You take off your shades, and look John in the eye while you blink the tears out. "I love you, John Egbert, and I will never let you think you're alone again." He nods while new tears spill from his eyes.
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You start packing your suitcase. Bro is FINALLY out of the shower.

Took him long enough.

He comes into your bedroom, where John is calling Jade to convince her to bring some clothes from his apartment.

"So, Washington is it? What for?" Says bro, glancing at the suitcases

"Let's just say someone John used to live with hurt him really, really badly."

"Well, as always, when someone hurt's someone a Strider loves.. They don't get away with it. I understand lil' man. If someone were to hurt Jake they'd be in a ditch on the side of Slut Avenue. I'll go buy the tickets now... But just to let you know Jake will be coming along with me. Jake and I we're planning on taking a vacation anyways.. And you might need someone to back you up if things get serious. No need to worry kid."

"Thanks bro." You smile, and hug him.

You will still never understand how he's so tall.

You lower yourself from your tiptoes and go back to packing, John's been off the phone for a while now and you can see the tears returning to his eyes.

"Don't worry sugar." You chuckle at the nickname, and at the flush of pink returning to John's cheeks. "We'll work things out."

He runs up to you as Bro leaves the room, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck.

"I'll never be able to thank you enough for this, Dave." He says, wiping a tear from his cheek. You kiss under both of his eyes and then his forehead.
"Well, staying with me through this is thanks enough. I need you John, and I need you as your dorky nicholas-cage-obsessed self. I will always help you, just stay my adorable John Egbert"

John blushes, and smiles up at you. You've always loved how those two front teeth of his jutted out just that little bit. "I love you Dave. I really, really do. I always will. Thank you for doing this for me." Right as he finished he pulls you into a kiss. A deep kiss, something where you can tell that the passion is there. You wrap your arms around him, your hands slowly making their way underneath his shirt to pull it off. You kick your leg out and slam the door shut. You pick John up, causing a few "Put me down!" giggles to come out of his mouth as you slowly set him on your bed, and go to lock the door. You walk back to your prince and lean down onto the bed with him. You take him into your arms and resume the kiss. His hands enlaced in your hair and your tongues entwined.

"I love you," You manage to say between kisses.

How in the fuck is he such a good kisser

He pulls away slightly, "Dave, you said that out loud for once. But thanks!" He says, grabbing your hair and pulling you back to him. You kiss his lips, his nose, his forehead and down his neck.

"We need to pack, Dave. Bro said we're leaving as soon as he gets back from buying the tickets"

"Shit. Right.. But we need to pick up right here when we get there, okay?"

" Of course " John grins, winking at you as he gets off the bed to find his shirt.

His scars.. Those fucking scars.

will pay for each and every one.

You never hurt someone a Strider loves.
Never.

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A few hours and five suitcases later, you're boarding your flight. You plan on sleeping the whole thing through seeming how you've been up since 8-motherfucking-30. You and John got seats away from Bro and Jake. Thank god because it's so embarrassing to get all lovey and shit right beside your Bro.. and them doing the same.. It's only a 2 1/2 hour flight, but any sleep is enough. You're going to have one night at the hotel before you go to deal with John's father. You are so sick of him, and you haven't even met him.

John's already fast asleep on your shoulder, and you bend your head over to kiss his cheek before you join him in his nap.

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You got to the hotel. It's only 8:40 but everyone's exhausted. Bro and Jake's room's right next door to yours and John's, quick access? I don't know. After bringing the suitcases up to the rooms, you carry John into bed and tuck him in before joining. Wrapping your arms around him, you quickly drift into sleep, thinking about how you're going to convince Dad to never contact anyone related to John ever, ever again.

Wait, didn't you have work tonight?

PART 1/2
A/C HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK 1,000 READS YOU GUYS ARE THE BOMB. This is the first part of Chapter six, and more will be coming! Love you guys!

the feels tho ;-;

~Morgii