Setting: AU!

Warnings: Mild-Heavy language, child abuse, mild-heavy violence

FORENOTE!: The beginning of the story is dedicated just for Mattaggot.

Hunter: Yes, thank you Mattaggot.

Shawn: Thank you very, very much.

Christian: I don't really appreciate this "Mattaggot."

This Too Won't Pass

Chapter 9

Gone

"Shawn, hey Shawn. Wake up." Hunter repeated as he shook his older brother wildly.

"I'm up!" Shawn groaned as he got up into a sitting position.

"Where's John?"

Shawn scanned the room and did not see the youngest in the bed, but he had a positive gut feeling that the youngest was having a blast. "He's probably with Christian."

"Good idea, and how do we find Christian?"

"I don't know, his house is awfully frickin' huge."

"Might as well gets started," Hunter paused, "oh and brush your teeth. It smells like an ass."

Shawn rolled his eyes and quickly washed up. The two brothers walked through the hallways randomly turning whenever they claimed to have a "sixth sense."

"Whoa," Shawn cautioned as he pulled his younger brother back, "you almost ran into that vase. You could have broken it."

"Who the hell uses vases as décor anymore?"

"You got to admit it's quite fancy."

Hunter shrugged and continued to walk down the hallway. Shawn, who was trailing behind the junior, swayed his arms in dramatized motions. His arm accidentally knocked over the vase that Hunter was insulting and it crashed to the floor.

"Good job." Hunter praised sarcastically.

"What the hell do we do?"

"Clean it up?"

"Trashcan?" Shawn replied obviously.

"Maybe we just leave it there…"

"Let's find Christian first, we'll tell him later." the eldest suggested.

The hallways of the manor had mostly framed photos of stars and family portraits. Once in a while, there would have been an exotic décor sitting on the floor or on a table, but they were scarce.

"Hey, would you look at that." Hunter announced as he lifted up a small photo of a young boy who resembled a lot like Christian.

In fact, it was Christian.

"He looks like a dork in this picture." Shawn chuckled.

"He looks like a whale penis?" Hunter retorted, "I don't think he looks like a whale's penis. I know for sure how a whale's penis looks like because my-"

"Hunter."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Okay." Hunter replied quickly and our of habit, he flung the picture behind him.

Shawn dove to the granite floor and saved the small photo encased in a thin layer of class from hitting the floor. The vibration of the junior's landing caused four frames on the walls to crash to the ground.

"Great." Shawn mumbled.

He placed the small photo back on the nightstand and made a mental note to tell Christian about the broken vase and frames.


John stirred around in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes to find that the older boy was already awake, sitting upright on his couch.

"Rise and shine John."

John gave a small smile, and rubbed his eyes. He was still sleepy, but he had gotten enough rest.

"Good morning!" the younger boy replied as he stretched his arms above his head.

"CHRISTIAN?" Shawn and Hunter yelled as they came up the staircase.

"Hey there." the Canadian replied as he saw the two juniors rush up the staircase to the upper level of the manor.

"Holy crap, nice place." the blonde boy commented as he examined the fine glass walls that encased the room.

"Thanks."

"Shawny!" John pleaded with a puppy-dog face, "Can we stay here for one more night? I want to look at the stars with Christian! He has a telescope!"

"Remember, it's not good to intrude." Shawn reminded.

"It's cool," Christian guaranteed, "I kinda' like the company. It gets lonely around here anyway, being the only person living here."

"Oh boy. I don't think you'd want our company." Hunter suggested as he scratched his neck, staring off to the side of the room.

"Christian…" Shawn began, "We kinda'…"

"Kind of…"

"Sorta'…"

"Sort of…" Hunter repeated until Shawn shoved an unforgiving elbow into his younger brother's stomach.

"We broke quite a few things…"

Christian rubbed his temple, "Show me."

"We don't remember…"

"That's fine. It will show up eventually and I'll clean it." the Canadian uttered in slight disappointment. He was used to keeping the manor clean, but in return, the manor was always clean because he made sure to tidy-up after himself.

The boys walked down stairs and sat around the kitchen table.

"Usually I'm not prepared for guest, so I don't have anything to offer…" Christian mumbled, "how about we go out to eat? My treat."

"Sounds good." Hunter smiled.

"I can pay for part of it," Shawn replied as he pat down his jeans.

"Or not…" Hunter grinned, "Chris never gave you back your wallet huh?"

"Don't worry about it," Christian verified, "I'll pay for it. It's the least I can do for causing you guys so much trouble, just let me wash up."

The junior pulled out a toothbrush from the dish rack and toothpaste from the spice cabinet.

"Is that even sanitary?" Shawn asked.

"I'm relatively a clean guy, so yeah, its sanitary."

As the cropped, blonde haired boy finished washing up, he pulled out a new toothbrush for the youngest boy and lifted him up to the counter of the kitchen sink.

When all four boys were ready, they got back into the cherry red Ferrari and drove off to a nearby café.

"Hey Captain." a brunette waitress greeted and she brushed her finger against Christian's cheek. She moved seductively and showed off her curves to the four boys in front of her. "What can I get you?"

"Keep it PG Patricia," Christian reminded as he motioned to the shorter boy, "table for four."

"Right this way." she smiled, obviously ignoring his reminder as she continued to cat walk.

The four took their seats at the café table that was lined by a red and white checkered cloth. A menu labeled in French and English was placed in the center of the table.

"Just get us four of the regulars," Christian ordered.

"Alright babe."

The brunette strut off to place their order, and Hunter, once again, indulged in every second of her leaving.

"So…" Hunter asked as he turned his head back around, "What was with the 'Captain' get-up?"

"Oh that," Christian mumbled, "I was hoping you guys would have ignored it."

"Is it personal?"

"Nawh, just embarrassing. I did a little thing where I was some superhero called Captain Charisma to attract customers. It was their grand opening and I thought, hell, why not."

The Canadian explained the really tight costume he had to wear, and Hunter made a comment about sweaty balls.

"Bathrooooooom!" John whined.

"Restrooooooom!" Shawn mockingly corrected.

John stuck his tongue out and got out of his seat.

"The rest room is actually outside the café," Christian directed, "in the front of the café, take a left, and there's two doors with signs on them. One women's, one men's."

John waddled off in a cute way, and the three smiled at the actions of the youngest.

"So, do you think you guys can stay?" Christian asked with a small smile on his face.

"We'll have to think it over," Hunter replied, "we'd probably get our ass beat when we get home tonight for staying at your place."

"Why?"

"He doesn't like us going out… Or doing anything actually."

"Sorry…" the Canadian mumbled, realizing he had brought the brothers into uncharted territory.

"It's alright," Shawn replied, "we actually should be thanking you."

"I don't understand."

"Even though John doesn't get hit as much as me and nearly not as much as Shawn, he's standing on the sidelines watching and hearing it all. He's only in sixth grade and he's already experiencing things a kid should never experience." blonde explained.

"He really likes you Christian, and he feels safer and happier around you than around us." the eldest finished.

"Why though?"

"We figure it's because he believes he should watch over us and protect us, even though that's our job."

"Little kid got guts." the cropped haired junior smirked.

Their food came by after ten minutes of conversation. The three ate the omelets that Christian regularly ordered, and it was the best damn omelet they ever tasted. The three juniors finished their meals rather quickly, and sat to rest their stomachs for another ten minutes.

"Where's John?" Christian asked as he stared at the empty seat and the plate full of food.

"He's still not back from the restroom?" Shawn asked.

"No wonder it was so quiet…" Hunter mentioned.

Christian paid for the meal and the three walked to the front of the café where the restrooms were located.

Shawn fiddled with the door to the restroom, but it was locked. He knocked on it a few times, and the door soon opened.

A tall man walked out giving the ash blonde an awkward stare and left.

Shawn peaked his head in the restroom and saw no one.

"He's not there." Shawn yelled.


A/N: uh… yeah no a/n cause I dunno what to say :D or I can say… YAY! SMACKDOWN IS TOMMOROW!