Victoria had just finished work and was waiting in The Woolpack for Finn to meet her. She had been texting him during her last hour of her shift and they had agreed to have drinks and talk after she had finished. She was eager to know more about how his search for his mum was going and if there was any more news. She felt bad for him. She knew exactly what it was like to not have a mum around. She had Diane, a mother figure in her life, but it wasn't the same. Her mum had died when she was really young. Fortunately for Finn he could see his mum again.

She had been waiting at the bar for a good half an hour before she finally had enough of waiting and grabbed her bag ready to leave. As she got up and turned to leave she bumped into a flustered Finn, who had finally decided to make an appearance. A good thirty minutes later after agreeing to meet.

"You took your time." Victoria commented, forgetting the standard 'hello, how are you?'

"Yeah sorry about that, something came up."

"Something came up? Like what?" Victoria pushed. She was annoyed, very annoyed. There had to be a good reason why he had left her waiting without a text to let her know he had gotten held up.

"Ross back at the farm. He had another panic attack." Finn told her. It had threw him a bit. He knew about his brother's previous attacks but had never witnessed them himself. He was so used to him being the strong older brother.

"Let me get us some drinks in and you can tell me about it." Victoria ordered, taking the lead. She could see he was a little thrown by it all. "Go take a table over there and I'll bring them over."

"Thank you."

Five minutes later, Victoria had gotten them both drinks and brought them over to the table where she had told Finn to sit down. The youngest Barton brother had his head in his hand and clearly looked a little down. She pushed his drink across the table to him and took a few sips of her own before speaking again.

"So what happened? What caused it?"

Finn shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. We, me and him, were just sitting in the living room watching tv when all of a sudden he starts . . . He starts hyperventilating." He fidget in his seat before carrying on. "It was really scary. I mean I know he's had a couple before but never, never have I been there when he has had one. I didn't know what to do."

"It's bound to throw anyone."

"I didn't know what to do Victoria! He was just sitting there, unable to breath, shaking. . . and I just sat there, frozen." Finn sighed, running his hand threw his hair. "I didn't do anything."

"It's a pretty scary thing Finn, I wouldn't get on to yourself too much." Victoria tried to assure him. Personally she had never been around somebody when they had a panic attack she didn't know exactly what to do herself.

"It took dad to calm him down. While I was just useless."

"You're not useless."

Finn snorted in disbelief. "Going by what happened this evening I would say I was."

"Is he okay now? Ross?"

"Yeah, I think so. Dad calmed him down, he went for a lie down after that."

Victoria was still a little surprised that Ross was suddenly having panic attacks out of nowhere. Everyone was. Like typical Village gossip, the news of his admittance to hospital had made its rounds. "Do you know what's causing them? Has he given you any clue or told you why he's having them yet?"

Finn shook his head. "No." He couldn't tell Victoria the truth. He couldn't tell her that Ross and Donna had secretly been dating. That his brother had well and truly fallen head of heels in love with the police officer. He couldn't tell her that they were both caught up in a really dodgy job, having been out on The Rob together, and he had watched her throw herself from the rooftop car park. He just couldn't.

"That's a little odd. . . I'm sure he will be fine."

It had been pretty scary for Finn. He had been sat next to his brother on the sofa, watching a repeat of a football match on TV. He hadn't really been that interested into it, but there had been nothing else worth watching on that evening. He was tired after the day's work helping out on the farm on his day off and was just grateful for some time to unwind. Ross had been silently sat next to him, eyes fixed on the TV as he lounged back with his legs sprawled stretched out in front of him.

Finn had first been alerted to something not being right when he could hear little gasps from Ross. He had turned and asked "Are you alright?" and gotten a simple nodded and an aggravated point towards the TV to signal for him to drop it and shut up so he could watch the game.

A few moments went by before he couldn't ignore it any longer. Ross was visibly shaking beside him. He could feel the vibrations as he sat next to him on the sofa. The young mechanic was choking for a breath and screwing his eyes shut as he desperately tried to stop his body from rebelling against him.

Finn had just sat there in pure shock as he watched his brother unravel in front of him. He didn't know what to do. He had never been in this situation before.

Five minutes into Ross having another panic attack at the farm out of the blue, James had walked in. As soon as he stepped inside the kitchen from the outside he could hear his son strangled shallow breaths as he struggled to force air into his lungs and regulate his heartbeats. Their dad had shot threw into the living room and moved Finn out of the way so he could be close to his son and help him.

Finn had just stood back, watching the whole situation. Scared and shaken he watched as his dad calmed his brother down and guided him up the stairs to lie down.

Moira, James and Cain were all sat downstairs in the kitchen that evening. All drinking cups of tea. It was quite civil between them all. The last time James had been living at the farm there had been quite some fallouts and disruption between the three of them. Now though, it seemed as though their focus was elsewhere.

"Does he know that Donna's funeral is tomorrow?" Moira asked James.

"I don't think so. He hasn't mentioned anything about it, nor have I said anything to him either." James told her. It was a difficult decision he was stuck on. "I don't know whether to or not."

"You don't. You let him know about her funeral and he'll be there." Cain shook his head. It would only cause trouble if Ross were to be at her funeral. Marlon wouldn't want him there and neither would laurel. There would be arguments and who knew what would come out then. "It's best he don't go."

"He has every right to be there." Moira disagreed. "Laurel and Marlon will just have to put up with it if he wants to go. It's Donna's funeral."

"If only it were that easy." James sighed and rubbed his forehead. His ears pricked up when he thought he heard a noise upstairs.

"You can't hide it from him. He'll find out and he won't be happy." Moira couldn't believe the two men. They were going to gladly deny Ross the opportunity to say goodbye to Donna. He was struggling enough as it was, he was all over the place. Going to Donna's funeral would maybe answer a few unresolved questions he had or at least ease the pain of dealing with it all slightly if that.

Author's note: Really hope I'm not boring any of you with this. Please let me know what you all think? Where I should take it etc. First fic so sorry if it's not that great!