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A/N: I want you all to remember these two words: Fan Fiction.

Don had finally felt like he was getting his brother back. But then he had to say the wrong thing. Don wasn't even for sure what he said that caused Charlie to snap like that. Don had to look up what Bipolar was so that he could better understand what Charlie was going through.

Bipolar disorder (bi·po·lar dis·or·der) (n.) psychiatric disorder with extreme mood swings: a psychiatric disorder characterized by extreme mood swings, ranging between episodes of acute euphoria (mania) and severe depression. Also called manic-depressive disorder

Well, the explained why Charlie had suddenly gotten mad at him. But, didn't one of his medications control the mood swings that were called rapid-cycling? Don got up and looked at the paper Dr. Roland gave them. Yeah, Valproate treats the cycling. Maybe it takes awhile to work?

All Don knew was that he wanted his brother back, even if it was this new Charlie. He needed Charlie to trust him. He had to make this right. Don knew that Charlie was only in the living room, so he walked right in, and saw Charlie had gotten sick again. But this time he didn't get to the trash can. Don stared down at Charlie.

Charlie was in a corner of the room, rocking himself, crying. He didn't mean to make a mess, it was an accident. Those pills they made him take made him do it. He didn't mean to. He heard the door open and his eyes darted to Don. Oh. Not him. Not Don. Don would never forgive him for doing that. Don would hate him forever. "I didn't mean to. I didn't. Really." He was talking frantically.

Don's heart broke. He walked slowly over to Charlie, "Hey Buddy. It's alright. Really. Don't worry about it. It's not your fault." He looked at Charlie, then at the mess. "How about we go and get you cleaned up and Dad can clean that up. Alright?"

Charlie nodded. He let Don help him up and they walked back into the kitchen.

"Dad. Charlie got sick in the living room. How about you clean that up, while I clean him up." Don said, leading Charlie to the bathroom.

Alan nodded grimly. "Sounds good to me."

Don got Charlie to the bathroom fine, but Charlie was not fine. "I'm causing trouble. If I weren't here then there would be no trouble."

"Charlie. How many times do I have to tell you? You are not trouble." Don looked at his younger brother. Charlie had some tears coming down his face, "Oh. Charlie. It's alright."

It didn't take long for Dr. Roland and Dr. Tirry to get the correct amount of medication for Charlie and soon he was acting more normal, with fewer instantiates where he would start to freak out. Charlie still had insomnia and they often had to coax him into eating, but most of the side-effects where not showing up. Some days he would drowsy, and he did get dizzy easy, but other than that, he was often fine.

What made Charlie really happy was that they let him on his lab top for at most three hours a day and he could work on math for at most three hours a day. He still couldn't concentrate on things some days, and on those days he was usually worse.

Alan was glad to see that Charlie was getting better, and he was talking more. He talked to his doctors and to both Alan and Don. He didn't keep any secrets, as far as Alan knew, and over all, Charlie just looked healthier.

Don was going to work again, and he would stop by at lunch and after work. He was proud of Charlie for doing so well. Some days Charlie would be deep in his thoughts and Don would often get worried because before all of this, that's what Charlie was like, and other times he was like how he used to be. Charlie still did have some trouble coping, but he was doing extremely well.

Charlie's wrists where healing very well, and now he didn't have to bandage them up, but he often wore long sleeves so that they weren't so noticeable. They were still red and healing, but it didn't bother Charlie that much.

Amita was happy. She was going to do a guest lecture at CalSci and be in California for a week. She had been in contact with both Charlie and Larry last month and they had made plans to go and have a lunch together. Within this past month she hadn't heard from Charlie, but he would do that sometimes because he was working on a case with Don and he didn't have any time to call or email her. But she had been talking to Larry some. She made her way to Charlie's office and her heart sank when she tried to go in, and the door was locked. That was strange, Charlie hardly ever locked his office door. Maybe something had happened on one of the cases with Don and now he learned that it was smart to lock his office door. She shrugged. He was probably with Larry doing some strange experiment. So, she made her way to Larry's office.

"Larry?"

"A-Amita!" Larry jumped when she opened the door, he had been grading papers and he got very involved in it. "Is it that day already?" He looked at his calendar.

She smiled, same old Larry. "Yes, Larry. It's that day already." She looked around the office, "Where is Charlie?"

Larry's face when expressionless. "Yes. You don't know about how the black hole seemed to appear in Charlie."

Amita had no idea what Larry had just said, "Riiight. Yeah. So, Where is he?"

"At his house of course." Larry said.

Amita eyed Larry "Did something happen to him?"

Larry chewed on his lip, "Well. I. Uh." He didn't know if he should be the one to tell her or not.

Amita took Larry's lack of words as a yes. She turned and walked out of the office. She was going to Charlie's. Charlie was hurt. She didn't know how or why, but she just knew.

Larry stood in his office for a moment, processing what happened. "Oh My." He said, as he ran out of his office, "Amita! Amita! No!" He chased after her.

Amita waited for Larry by her car. "What is it Larry?"

"You can't go there!"

"Why not?" She was getting angry at Larry.

"Because. Uh. Well." She sighed and got in the car. Larry quickly got in the passenger seat. "No. You shouldn't do this. It might disrupt the whole time space continuum!"
Amita just started driving to Charlie's house. She made up her mind to see Charlie and make sure that he was alright.

Amita stood outside of Charlie's house and rang the door bell, soon Larry rushed up beside her.

"Amita. This is a bad idea."

Alan answered the door and gaped. "A-Amita? What are you doing here?"

"Charlie didn't tell you?" She asked, as she walked in the house, "We had made arrangements about a month ago that when I came here we would have a lunch together."

Alan turned on Larry, "You knew about this?"

"I. Uh. Yeah. I did. I forgot about it." Larry answered lamely.

"Where is Charlie?" Amita said, looking around the living room and not seeing him.

"He's in the kitchen, eating." Alan replied, but when Amita started walking to the kitchen he added, "But don't bother him, he's actually eating."

Amita wanted to see Charlie. Who cares if he was eating? She stormed in the kitchen and found Charlie eating a sandwich.

"A-Amita?" He said, slowly, eyes widening.

"Charlie." She said, taking a seat beside him. "Why are you at home?" She didn't see anything wrong with him, he was a little thin, but that was all she could see.

Charlie's mind was racing. He had forgotten that Amita was coming. How could he forget? He was an idiot for forgetting about her. He wanted to hit himself for doing that. He realized that Amita wanted an answer. He had to be cool. Act normal. She could never find out about what happened. "I didn't feel well this morning and I took the day off." He hoped that it sounded like how he usually sounded.

Alan and Larry where watching. "He's a good liar." Larry pointed out.

Alan nodded, "Yes. I know."

"You look fine." Amita said.

"I feel fine now." Charlie replied. He looked at her, "You look great though. How has Harvard been?"

She smiled. Charlie was fine. She had gotten worried over nothing. "It's been great. And It's great seeing you again."

Charlie nodded and smiled. To him, his smile felt hallow. But he had to try and keep this a secret from her. "Oh. Uh. Would you like me to fix you a sandwich?"

"Oh. Dr. Charles Eppes fixes sandwiches now?" She laughed. "Yes. I'd love one."

"Alright." He said. This wasn't so hard. And he wouldn't have to endure it much longer. As long as she was gone by 1, he'd be fine. He got up and set out to make the sandwich. He got everything he needed then put them on the table, getting the bread he started to make it. But he stopped when he heard a gasp.

Amita saw one of Charlie's wrists. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt, but his one of his sleeves fell back. "Charlie. What happened?" She grabbed his arm. She looked at Charlie and saw fear in his eyes.

But Charlie quickly covered up the fear, "Oh. It's noting. It happened a crime scene not that long ago. Got to close and my wrist got cut. It was a clean cut so it was fixed easily."

Amita wasn't sure if she should believe him. He seemed detached about that. "Oh. Okay." She let go of his arm. She told her self that he didn't lie to her, it was a plausible explanation.

Charlie finished and sandwich and gave it to her. He smiled. "You believe me, don't you?"

Oh. He knew that if he said that, she would believe him. Because why else would he ask her that?

Amita thought, watching Charlie closely. He had been acting a little different, but maybe he just changed a bit since she last seen him. She nodded. "Of course I believe you Charlie." She put her hand on his other wrist and he flinched. Her eyes narrowed. "Charlie." She said dangerously cool.

Charlie jumped back and held his arm to him. "You just shocked me. Static shock and all." His eyes where darting about. This was not good. He had to keep himself under control.

Amita didn't believe him. She grabbed his arm and pulled his other sleeve back. Both wrists had been cut. Her stomach dropped. The chances that a person got both wrists cut the same way at a crime scene was not many. She knew. "Charlie." She said with pity in her voice.

Charlie leaned his back against the wall and slide down it, until he was sitting on the floor. "Oh God. No. You can't know. You can't. If you know then. Then." He couldn't think of the word. He felt his breathing shortening.

Alan and Larry rushed to Charlie's side.

Amita just stood there and glared at him. "You lied to me." She turned and ran out of the kitchen. On her way out the door she bumped into Don.

"Amita?" Don helped her up. "What are you doing here?"

"I came here to see Charlie." Her voice sent shivers down Don's spine. "And when I asked him about it, he didn't even tell me the truth."

Don held onto Amita. "You need to talk with him."

"But he lied to me."

Don nodded. "Yeah. He lied to us too. Made us think that he was alright. Made us think that he was sleeping and eating. Made us think that he didn't have too much pressure. He didn't even tell us that he had been seeing a therapist. He made up excuses. We all believed him until my dad and I found him in the garage bleeding with glass everywhere." Amita's eyes teared up, "He didn't talk to us. He didn't tell us how he felt. He didn't tell us that he felt like he was nothing and that we used him like a tool, not caring about him." Don looked Amita in the eyes. "You need to talk with him."

Don walked Amita back into the kitchen.

Alan was rubbing circles on Charlie's back and Larry was helping him breath correctly.

But when Charlie heard the door open, he looked up and saw Amita. She was back. She was going to tell him how much she hated him. How little he really meant to her. He knew that he was nothing in her eyes. He was nothing. He closed his eyes tight. He didn't want to hear her words telling him that. He knew it already. He moved his hands up to his ears and started rocking himself. Why did she have to come? He was feeling better. He was doing better. But now, now he was falling and no one could catch him. She was going to ridicule him and tell him how she had never liked him for anything more than his math. Math was all he was. No one knew anything else about him. Maybe if he showed her he could still do math, then she might not tell him. "P vs. NP." Charlie started.

Don's body went as cold as ice when he heard Charlie say that. Don hated that. Charlie was going into math. P vs. NP no less. He'd never get Charlie back unless he was stopped now. But before Don could reach his brother who needed his help, Amita was beside him.

"Charlie." She said softly, tears going down her face. How could she have ever thought about leaving him in this state. It was her fault that Charlie went into himself, if she hadn't shown up he would have finished eating and then. Well, she didn't know. But she was sure that Charlie would not have done this.

Charlie stopped chanting the math equation when he heard Amita's voice. It had worked. She wasn't mad at him anymore. He was still rocking, but he put his hands on his knees and opened his eyes, daring to look at her. She was crying. Oh God. He was making her cry. No. He didn't want her to cry. He wanted her to be happy. He started taking shallow breathes again.

"Charlie." She said again, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Charlie. Please stop that."

"I-I can't." His voice cracked.

"Charlie. I know you can. You are strong. You can stop that on your own. Please. I want to talk."

Oh. She wanted to talk. She was mad at him or something. Why else would she want to talk with him? Talking probably meant yelling. Anyway, he wasn't strong. If he was strong, then he wouldn't have been in this predicament. "Not strong." He was talking fast, "Weak. Pitiful. Horrible. Stupid."

Amita's heart broke. How could Charlie think those things? "Charlie. You are not stupid. I've never met someone as smart as you. And you are strong. You can calm yourself down, Charlie. I believe in you."

Amita believes in him? Charlie almost couldn't understand it. He didn't even believe in himself. But if she thought he was smart and strong. Then he must be, right? Charlie's breathing started to go back to normal and he wasn't rocking as much.

"Good Charlie." Amita smiled. "Just calm down."

Pretty soon he was breathing normal and he was rocking anymore. He looked up, "A-Amita?"

She smiled with tears in her eyes. She hugged him. "I knew you could do it." She whispered in his ear.

Everyone stepped back away from Charlie and he got up. "Why don't we all go into the living room?" Alan suggested, "It's almost 1."

Charlie's eyes grew large. "A-Already?"

Don nodded. "Yeah. Buddy." He wrapped his arm about Charlie's shoulders. "Lets go on into the living room and talk."