AN: Just as a heads up, I've posted the poll on my account for how I should liven up Never Look Back - Belonging. Hope ya'll are enjoying the story thus far and hopefully ya'll continue to enjoy it.

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~Angel~

Time, that's all Alan asked for. When Tin-Tin told him to name his price, all Alan asked for was time. Time to heal, time to cope, time to decide where they stood in their relationship. The look on Tin-Tin's face said it all to Alan. He'd practically ripped her heart out and stomped on it to her face, just as much as she had done to him when he'd asked for time, before he left the lounge to retire to his bedroom. As haunting as it was to listen to, Tin-Tin would sit outside on the patio at night and she'd listen to the rare instrument that Alan knew how to play.

For Virgil, his instrument of choice was his piano, but he could play guitar and cello as well. For Alan though, his chosen instrument was the flute. Sure he'd been put in music lessons by his grandmother when he lived in Kansas and knew also how to play the violin, but his chosen instrument, his given talent allowed him to play the flute and God was it beautiful, haunting and heartbreaking all rolled into one?

"Tin-Tin, what are you still doing up?" Tin-Tin turned to see her possible ex-boyfriend's older brother John. It was a rare visit from the space monitor, a rare visit indeed. Their father had an itching to return to space and when the idea was mentioned to John, the space monitor jumped at the chance to return to the island and see his brothers whom he deeply missed.

"Oh, hi…John." Tin-Tin said, before returning her attention to the music floating down from the window of Alan's bedroom which she sat beneath. The song which played was beautiful and mysterious.

"Why aren't you in bed?" John asked before he sat beside Tin-Tin, taking note that where she sat you could hear the flute lilting rhythmically from Alan's bedroom. Turning to look up, John could see that Alan had his French door open onto his balcony and his bedroom was lit dimly from inside. "Listening to Alan play, huh?"

"I don't know what to do anymore John. He won't even talk to me anymore." Tin-Tin whispered, her voice wavering dangerously as she listened to the song Alan had been playing switch to something completely different. He was playing their song. It may seem cheap and corny, but Alan was playing the ending theme to Titanic, a song he'd dubbed as their song.

"Give him time honey, he's still hurt by your guy's argument. He'll come around." John said as he noticed Tin-Tin's eyes shining with tears at the change in song. Giving the girl he looked at as a younger sister a side hug, John returned to the inside of the villa. He wanted to talk to Tin-Tin, and since she didn't seem too keen on talking; John was going to go and try his luck with his little brother.

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John made his way upstairs and gently knocked on Alan's bedroom door. The harmony of another song floated out of Alan's room and John knew Alan was lost in his music. Opening the door gently, John leaned against the door frame and just watched his little brother.

Alan stood with his back to the door, his music stand in front of him as he appeared to be reading the notes of the paper. Alan's back was straight, his arms held up as he played his flute. John marveled at Alan's ability to not only hold his breathe and keep the notes flowing seamlessly, but just at the ability to play such a beautiful song. John and his brothers respected Alan's need for space most of the time when they overheard him playing his flute. But when the time called for it, such as now; John and each of his brothers would talk to Alan when it became apparent that he was playing enough to keep himself distracted.

When the song Alan played was over the room became silent and eerily so.

"What do you want John?" Alan asked without turning around before flipping the page on his music stand. He bent over to grab the bottle of water by his foot before taking a drink. When he'd had his fill of water, Alan placed his water bottle back down by his foot and raised his flute back to his lips. "I'm busy."

John didn't say anything as Alan began playing another song, this one incredibly familiar to John as it was one of the songs that each of the brothers liked from the Lord of The Rings movie. "'In Dreams' is where you are happy anymore isn't it Alan?"

Alan ignored John in favor of playing the song 'In Dreams' from the Lord of the Rings. John shook his head silently before walking into Alan's bedroom and closing his French doors. Striding over to Alan, John took note that Alan wasn't even looking at the sheet music, he'd played the song enough to know it by heart.

"When are you going to talk to her again Al? I know you're still miserable, you can deny it all you want…but I know the truth and so do the others." John said, noticing Alan furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he continued playing the flute. Alan kept his eyes closed, but turned his body just enough so that his back was to John while he continued playing the agonizingly sad song, or so John thought.

Seeing that he wasn't going to get through to Alan any time soon, John left Alan's bedroom, shutting the door softly before going into the observatory above the library. He was trying to find a way to basically make Alan and Tin-Tin make up. Both teens had been solemn, Alan only just barely eating enough to sustain his malnourished state and Tin-Tin falling into an almost morose state and not being her usual bubbly self. To be honest it had everybody worried and they all wanted Alan and Tin-Tin to kiss and make up or get over each other and move on.

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Alan only stopped playing the flute when he could no longer keep his mouth from drying out while playing, despite drinking a bunch of water. Putting his flute up for the night, Alan grabbed his pajamas and went into his bathroom to prepare for bed. When he'd gotten finished with his nightly routine, Alan crept from his bathroom, before crawling beneath his sheets and retiring to sleep.

The following morning when he woke up, it was only to bury his head beneath his pillows as he heard the tell tales signs of Gordon playing a prank on one of his older brothers. It was too damn early for this. Hearing a male scream that sounded suspiciously like a Wilhelm scream, Alan surfaced from his bed to go look outside on his balcony to see what all the racket was.

Scott was treading water in the pool, his hair canary yellow with black tips visible even from Alan's vantage point on his balcony. What nearly made Alan double over with laughter though was that Scott's face had goofy clownish make up on. He had blue triangles painted beneath his eyes to resemble tears and overly bright red circles painted on the apples of his cheeks.

"Gordon! I am gonna kill you!" Scott yelled from the pool before noticing his baby brother up on his balcony clutching at his stomach while laughing. "Laugh it up yuk boy!"

If Alan wasn't laughing before, he was laughing now and boy did it feel good to laugh again. He hadn't had a proper laugh in what felt like ages.

A knock sounding against his bedroom door made Alan look in to see Virgil standing in the doorway. Alan quit laughing and ventured into his bedroom to see what Virge wanted from him.

"Hey, what's up?" Alan asked as he shuffled forward.

"I just wanted to check on you. Mind coming down for a bit to listen to one of my newest songs I've written?" Virgil asked before gesturing at Alan's flute. "Bring that with too please."