I'm naughty! I haven't uploaded for ages, I'm so sorry! I've been caught up with school lately and haven't had the time or energy to write! But its okay, another upload is here. And once again, there is another surprise. It's not a pleasant one. Anyway, R&R pretty please!

Running down the stairs as fast as she could go, Cailin leaped down the last couple of stairs. Landing on her feet, she stood up, nodding her head.

"Oh yeah," she said to herself. Walking towards the living room, she looked around for Stephen. He was nowhere to be seen.

"Ste?" She walked towards the kitchen. "That's where he'll be no doubt." He wasn't in there either. "God damnit Ste, where are yeh?" She searched the entire house, but it was no use. He was nowhere to be seen. She made her way towards the living room once again, sitting on the couch.

"Where is he?" she said. Then she remembered. She hadn't looked in his bedroom. She shot up and ran upstairs. She slowed down once she made it to the top of the stairs. "He may still be asleep," she thought. She continued up the hallway, stopping once she had made it to his bedroom door. She slowly placed her hand on the doorknob and turned. She gently pushed the door open and peeked around to see a big lump in the bed.

"There he is," she smiled. She slowly tiptoed towards his bed, looking to see if he was awake. His eyes were closed, so she thought he would still be asleep, but she wasn't so sure. Getting on her knees she looked into his face. He didn't look so good.

"Ste?" She poked his nose. "Stephen?" Rubbing his nose and opening his eyes, he looked into her concerning orbs.

"Hey love." She tilted her head.

"Are yeh okay?" She asked, in a near whisper. "Yeh don't look so good." Stephen scrunched his face, he was clearly in agony.

"No, I uh, I don't feel so good." Cailin tilted her head.

"What's wrong with yeh?" Stephen breathed heavily as he closed his eyes.

"My head, my stomach." He scrunched his face as he moaned painfully. Cailin winced.

"It may have been something yeh ate?" she asked.

"I dunno, all I know it it's not noice." She sighed. Then she smiled brightly.

"I'll look after yeh Ste." He smiled.

"Really?" She nodded.

"Of course! I'm not just gonna leave yeh here teh die." Stephen made a face.

"Gee, thanks Cail." She smiled, and then she frowned as she took her hand and brought it to his head.

"Hmm. I think yeh have a temperature. I'm goin' teh get the thermometer." At that, she stood up and left the room. Stephen groaned. He hated being sick, it always felt like death. His head was throbbing and his stomach churned, he could feel his palms sweating. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. He just wanted the torturous feeling to end and soon.

"Okay, let's see here," Cailin said as she made her way back towards Stephen's bedroom. She had found the thermometer in the bathroom cabinet and had made sure to let itself set to room temperature first. Walking into Stephen's bedroom, she sat on his bed.

"Okay, open." Stephen slowly opened his mouth and she slid the thermometer under Stephen's tongue; he closed his mouth, and his eyes. Cailin sighed. He really did look horrible. He looked as if he was going to vomit, so she excused herself and quickly went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Okay, let's see..." She reached up and took a glass from the kitchen cupboards and filled it with fresh water. After sitting it down on the bench, she continued to look throughout the kitchen and rummaged through nearly every single cupboard until she finally found what she was looking for. Clutching the empty ice cream tub and grabbing the glass of water, she went back upstairs and back to Stephen's bedroom. She gently lowered herself onto the bed and crossed her legs. She put the tub down next to his bed.

"Just in case," she smiled as she put the glass of water on his bedside table. He just looked at her with agony plastered all over his face. Cailin felt so bad, she just wanted him to feel better. She lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his hair, in small circles and strokes. "It's gonna be okay Ste. I'm here for yeh." He smiled, he used to do that to her when she was sick. It always made her feel better and he could tell why. *Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep* Cailin's eyes shot towards the thermometer. That didn't sound good. She took the thermometer from Stephen's mouth and took a look.

"Oh dear." Stephen's eyes widened.

"What? What love?" She looked at him.

"38.7 Ste. Yeh have a fever." Stephen made another face and groaned. No wonder he felt so terrible. And he wasn't just referring to the physical side of things. He remembered that he had promised a fun day for himself and Cailin. But that wasn't going to happen now. He sighed heavily.

"Cail, I-I'm so sorry love, I know we were supposed teh be doin' stuff tehday." He felt so guilty; she could hear it in his voice. But she wasn't mad, or disappointed. How could she, when her brother looked and felt like he did?

"Ste, it's okay," Cailin smiled. "Yer sick, there isn't much yeh can do about it. We'll do somethin' another day yeah?" Stephen nodded. He still felt bad. But when he felt a tiny hand rest on top of his, he looked up; Cailin stroked his hand with her thumb. "I just want yeh teh feel better. Okay? That's all that matters teh me." Stephen smiled a sleepy smile. He loved how kind-hearted and gentle his sister was and he was so thankful that she was there to look after him. His smile soon turned into a frantic expression. He quickly sat up, gagging.

"Cail, bucket!" Widening her eyes, she quickly grabbed the bucket off the floor and threw it to him, and no sooner had he caught it, he vomited. His body spasmed as his stomach lurched. He moaned loudly before vomiting twice. Cailin cringed at the sight before her. She hated vomit, especially other peoples vomit. But she stood up and went straight to Stephen's side and rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe his pain. He coughed and spluttered, and vomited once more. After another spasm reflex, Stephen's body seemed to relax itself as he breathed heavily. Cailin kept rubbing.

"Yeh alright?" He nodded.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Reaching for the water, Cailin took hold of the cool refreshing drink and handed it to Stephen.

"Here." Stephen took the glass.

"Thanks love." Taking a swig, he swished it around his mouth before spitting out into the bucket.

"Ugh, sin tá sé chomh Uafásach."Cailin couldn't help but agree. The after-taste of vomit doesn't really settle with anyone, let alone her big and tough brother. He set the glass down and laid back against his pillows. Cailin held out her hand.

"Bucket." Stephen just looked at her for a while. Was she serious? But Stephen did as he was told; he took his vomit bucket and handed it to her. She grimaced when she took hold of the bottom of the bucket, it was warm and she could smell the vomit. She could also see chunks.

"Eww eww eww eww eww eww eww eww!" Cailin held the bucket as far away from her as she could as she quickly made her way down the hall to the bathroom. "Eww eww eww eww eww eww eww eww!" She ran to the toilet and quickly tipped the contents out of the bucket, a waft of the vomit drifting up into her nostrils. Gagging, she dropped the bucket and covered her mouth.

"Dear God!" She staggered over to the toilet with her hand still over her mouth and flushed.

"Phew," she sighed. She really hated vomit. But she picked up the bucket and took it to the sink where she washed it with warm soapy water. Giving it a shake, she took it back to Stephen's room. He was sitting up in his bed, his head was leaning back and he was breathing heavily.

"Ste?" He lifted his head.

"Hm?"

"Do yeh need to chunder again?" Stephen smiled and shook his head.

"No love," he replied. He patted the bed, inviting her to sit. She walked over and sat on his bed. She handed him the bucket.

"Yeh may need this again," she said. Stephen took it from her and placed it beside him.

"Thanks." They both sighed; silence took over the room. Stephen had laid himself back down again, he was still breathing very heavily. Cailin just looked at him painfully. She couldn't stand the sight of her brother in agony. It was hard enough watching him wrestle on T.V and getting hurt. But he was here, and she could help. So, she crawled over towards him and lowered herself down next to him. She looked up into his face, his eyes were closed.

"Ste?"

"Mmm?"

"Do yeh feel any better?" Stephen opened his eyes and smiled.

"Yeah, a little bit. Thanks Cail."She rubbed his arm.

"No problem. I've leave yeh teh rest, okay?" She got up to leave when she suddenly felt herself being pulled back. Falling back onto the bed, she looked down to see Stephen's arm around her waist. She turned her head to see Stephen grinning.

"What do yeh want?" she asked. Stephen gave her a kiss on the head. "Eww! Ste, I don't want yeh disease!" He squeezed her gently.

"I want a hug." She smiled, and wrapped her arms around him. Hugs always made her feel better, so she was happy to oblige.

"I'm goin' teh see if Aisling replied teh me." Stephen's face lit up.

"Oh right! Go, go love." And with that, Cailin stood up and proceeded to walk out of the room leaving her poor, sick brother to lie down and rest.

Her fingernails tapped on her laptop's keyboard as she waited for her inbox page to load. She had logged in to her Facebook and was now waiting to see in Aisling had inboxed back.

"Come on." Finally the page loaded and...

"Dammit." Aisling had not returned her message. Sighing, Cailin logged out and switched off her computer. "She'll reply in her own time," she thought. But she couldn't ignore that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something may seriously be wrong. She felt a little uneasy. What if something terrible had happened to her, and she couldn't reply? She tried to shake the terrible thoughts as she walked out of her bedroom and made her way to tell Stephen the news.

"She didn't write back," she announced, walking in and sitting down on the bed. Stephen's face fell. He knew how badly Cailin wanted to help; he could see how worried she was.

"Don't worry love, she'll reply," he said, trying his best to reassure her. Cailin tried to smile.

"I hope so. I just can't help worrying Ste. What if something terrible happened to her?" Stephen gave her a lopsided smile and took her hand.

"Try not teh worry love. She'll be okay." She nodded. She would just have to start thinking different thoughts. It didn't take long.

"Stephen?"

"Yes?"

"Are your hands diseased?" An awkward silence filled the room.

"Uh..."

"Oh, EWW!" She yanked her hand away quickly. Stephen couldn't help but laugh at her face. "Ste, that's mean!"

"Oh I'm sorry love," he laughed. Cailin wiped her hand on Stephen's arm. "Hey!"

"What? At least I was kind enough to give yeh germs back!" He shook his head.

"You're a rummin'." She laughed.

"I know. Now, you, mister, need to rest." She got up off of the bed and took his duvet and covered him up. He sighed.

"Yes mum." She made a 'face' which made him grin. "Wait, aren't you supposed teh be at school today?"

"No, I have a free day tehday, remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"I'm gonna go to the supermarket soon, do yeh need anything?" Stephen shook his head.

"No, I'm grand love. Thank you sweetheart." She gave him a hug.

"That's okay Ste. Maybe you will feel better in a couple of hours." He nodded.

"I think it might be one o' those 24 hour bug things."

"It must be, you were fine yesterday. Oh well, I think you will be fine by tonight."

"I sure hope so, I feel like shite." She smiled and ruffled his hair.

"It's okay. I'm lookin' after yeh remember? You'll feel better soon, I promise." She gave him another quick hug before exiting the room to leave Stephen to snuggle down and drift back to sleep.

Stepping out into the chilly Dublin afternoon, Cailin locked the door and walked down her stairs. She was on the way down to the supermarket. Luckily it wasn't too far away, her coat was surprisingly thin. She had walked a bit of the way when she stopped at a house nearby. She knew who's house it was. It was where Aisling lived. She breathed heavily. That horrible feeling had crept back into her again. Her stomach tied in a knot as she gulped. She thought of going up to the door and knocking, but Aisling's dad scared her to the point where she thought she would pee herself. But for some reason, she couldn't move her gaze from that house. She wanted to talk to Aisling so badly, and yet, somehow, she thought she wouldn't be able to get that chance. She was finally able to walk away, slowly. She hoped that Aisling would be able to talk with her soon. She continued on her way to the supermarket, wondering why she couldn't shake this horrible feeling still instilled inside her. She finally made it to the supermarket and did her shopping. It wasn't too much, she had to walk back again and she didn't want to be carrying a trolley's worth of shopping. So she kept it light. Walking past a local park and looking over, she stopped dead in her tracks. Was she seeing things? She could swear she could see Aisling walking by herself. She put down her groceries and cupped her mouth with her gloved hands.

"Aisling!" She saw Aisling look over to her. She looked hesitant at first, but she began to walk over to Cailin, slowly. "Yes!" Cailin sighed with relief. She could finally talk with Aisling. She stood still as Aisling finally approached her. They stood on opposite sides of the fence, holding them apart, yet they seemed so close.

"Aisling. How are you? I have been trying teh contact yeh" Cailin stated. Aisling looked shocked.

"You, tried teh contact me? Why?"

"Because I've been worried about yeh. I wanted teh make sure you were okay." Aisling scoffed. Cailin was a little taken aback by this. "What?"

"I don't have time for this." She turned to walk away but Cailin grabbed hold of her coat sleeve.

"Aisling, wait-"

"Let me go!" She yanked her arm from Cailin's grip and started to march away. Cailin stood wide eyed. She couldn't believe this. She was trying to be a friend. And she was being pushed away. Like she always did. She seethed, her brother's genes showing.

"Aisling! Stop!" Aisling stopped right in her tracks. So did Cailin. "Oh no." She realised that she had sounded something like her Dad probably would. She sighed, guilt wracking her. "I'm so sorry Aisling. I-I just wanted to talk to yeh, that's all. I didn't mean to startle you." She saw Aisling hunch her shoulders. She looked down and looked up again. "I just wanna be friends." Aisling turned around slowly. Cailin froze. Did she touch a nerve there? Aisling began to walk back over to her again. When they were finally face to face once again, Cailin looked into Aisling's eyes. They were tearing, which broke Cailin's heart. She looked down, and then held up her hand. Aisling looked at Cailin's out-stretched hand for a while, wondering what to do. But then, she placed her hand in Cailin's gently. They both smiled, a tear fell down Aisling's face. Cailin squeezed her hand. "Tá mé anseo le haghaidh duit. Ná déan dearmad go bhfuil." Aisling began to cry. Cailin instinctively took Aisling and hugged her tight, letting Aisling sob into her coat.

"Cailin. Tá mé go dona is cúis le leat pian. Níl a fhios agam conas a d'fhéadfadh tú riamh é i do chroí go maith liom." Cailin smiled.

"I already have." Aisling looked up at her. "Remember that day we had the meeting with the principal, and I saw yeh afterwards, and smiled at yeh?" Aisling nodded. "It was then I forgave yeh." Another tear slid down Aisling's wet cheek. "All o' that is in the past now. We can be friends. Okay?" Aisling nodded.

"Okay. Th-thank you Cailin." They hugged again. Cailin felt happier than she had in ages. Things were finally turning around, for the better.

"I have teh go now, I hope that's okay," Aisling finally spoke. Cailin nodded.

"That's okay, stay safe okay?" Aisling smiled and nodded. "And remember, I am here for yeh whenever yeh need me."

"Okay, thank you Cailin." They hugged once more and Aisling walked away. Cailin sighed and smiled as she picked up her groceries and began to walk away. But she stopped, and watched Aisling walking away. She seemed to be radiating a different energy; just by the way she was walking. She just hoped that Aisling would be okay. She smiled, and then continued on her way home.

Cailin got back to the house before the rains started. It wasn't lashing, but it sure was heavy. She passed the time by stoking the fire and doing her homework in the living room. By the time she looked at the clock, it was 5:57pm.

"Wow! Time flew by quick!" She turned on the T.V hoping that something interesting would be on.

"Blech." Nothing was on so she left the T.V on and went to the kitchen. Taking the newly bought orange juice from the fridge and pouring herself a glass, she stood and took a swig.

"Yeh wanna pour me one o' those?" She snapped her head to the left to see Stephen standing there. His hair was a mess and he had his dressing gown on. She couldn't help giggling. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"Sorry, you look so cute." Stephen shook his head as he walked to the cabinet and took a glass. "So are yeh feelin' any better?" she asked him as he walked over to her. He paused for a moment.

"Yeh know what? I am. I feel heaps better."

"That's good," she replied, pouring him a juice. "Maybe it was just a bug after all."

"I hope so, I felt so horrible. Thanks." He took a swig of O.J and sighed.

"That's okay. I saw Aisling when I went teh the supermarket." Stephen looked at her.

"Really? What happened?"he asked, setting down his glass. She remembered what happened when she saw her down at the park.

"Not much," she lied. "I just told her that I was there for her and stuff. I told her she could stay here if she ever needed teh. Is, that okay?" Stephen smiled.

"Of course. I'm proud of yeh love." He hugged her tight.

"Hey Ste. Yeh wanna come and watch the news with me?"

"Sure." Hey both walked into the living room. The last moment of the Nuacht RTÉ was still showing so they both sat down and got ready for The Angelus.

"Are yeh ready love?" She smiled and nodded. She loved The Angelus. It was a time she could sit down with her family and pray about whatever was on her mind at that particular time, instead of saving it for later before she went to bed and worrying herself to sleep.

"Yes." The room went silent as The Angelus Bells rang, and Cailin and Stephen began to pray silently. Cailin's prayer was heartfelt and concerned one person. She closed her eyes and prayed:

"A chara Thiarna, mo ghuí go chuala tú dom anois. Mo ghuí go tú le do thoil Aisling choimeád slán agus go maith. Le do thoil Tiarna, a chur amach a pian agus fulaingt, agus abair léi ar bhealach, go bhfuil tú ann ar a son. Coinnigh uirthi le are Tiarna. Tá a fhios agam de bharr gortaithe sí liom, ach tá mé ag forgiving Is maith leat. Le do thoil, a bheith ann le haghaidh a Thiarna. Is é mo ghuí i do ainm Naofa, Amen."

She opened her eyes. Stephen had finished too.

"I need another one of those orange juices. Yeh want another one love?"

"Yes please!" He took hold of her glass and exited the room. Cailin settled into the couch as the Six One News music blared from the T.V as the news anchor's voice over read out the latest news. The news anchors Bryan Dobson and Sharon Ní Bheoláin appeared on the screen looking quite solemn. The camera panned onto Bryan and he began to speak.

"Good evening everyone and welcome to Six One News. Those news bulletins later. But first, breaking news just into the studio. A 17 year old girl has been found dead in her Dublin home just minutes ago." Cailin shot up from her relaxed position. She went numb. "No details as to how the girl died have been released at this stage but we will be providing updates throughout this broadcast." There was that horrible feeling again. She began to breathe heavily.

"Just-just hold on there a minute Bryan; I think we are getting something here," she said, taking a piece of paper from a cameraman. "Okay, we now understand that the girl's name is Aisling O'Ryan-" Cailin's blood curdling scream startled Stephen resulting in him dropping the glasses. He ran to the living room to see Cailin shaking and screaming.

"Cail!" He ran around to her and caught her as she collapsed in a heap on the floor crying hysterically.

"Woah, woah love, what happened?" She buried her face into Stephen's chest, screaming and shaking. "Cail! Cail, what? What's wrong, what happened?" She sucked in a breath, shakily.

"Aisling's dead!" Sobbing hysterically, she let herself go weak in Stephen's arms, she was struggling to breathe. Stephen just held her as she sobbed and shook uncontrollably.

"I only spoke to her tehday, Ste. And now she's dead!" Stephen didn't know what to say. What could he say? Cailin then stopped. "It was her Dad." Stephen looked at her.

"What?" Cailin's face quickly took on a look of rage.

"It was her Dad. It was her Dad, he killed her!"

"No, no love, yeh can't say that." She shot up out of his arms.

"Yes! Yes I can! I know it was him!" Stephen just looked up at her. "He killed her Stephen. He killed his own daughter." Stephen shook his head as he stood up.

"Cail, stop-"

"NO!" Stephen was a little taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"Cail, yeh can't be sure about this."

"IT WAS HIM! I KNOW IT WAS!" Tears were streaming down her face and she screamed out her words. "He killed her. He killed her. I know he did." Stephen just sighed. He couldn't convince her otherwise. Cailin looked as if she was going to be sick, so Stephen grabbed her and held her tight. She started crying again. "I tried so hard, Ste. I tried." Stephen could only hug her. They both stood in the middle of the living room, hugging each other tightly, tears still streaming down Cailin's face. Stephen couldn't help but shed a tear as well. He knew that Cailin had tried to help Aisling, but now it was too late. There was nothing that could be done now. But for the mean time, he held her close, hoping that she would be consoled.

It was 11:47pm. Stephen was sitting alone in the living room, the T.V playing to itself. He had cleaned up the broken glasses and the little slivers of glass in the kitchen and now he was sitting all alone. He sighed heavily. Cailin had gone to bed, but he wasn't sure if she had actually gone to sleep.

"I may as well check on her," he said to himself. He got up, switch off the T.V and headed towards the stairs. Walking up and reaching the top, he made his way towards Cailin's room. "God, please let her be asleep." Sure enough, as he opened her door, he could see Cailin's sleeping face. He walked in silently, not wanting to wake her up. He crouched down near her face; her eyes were still red and puffy from where she had been crying. He stroked her hair gently and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Tá mé Cail leithscéal sin. Is breá liom tú." He got up and walked to her door. He took one last look at her sleeping peacefully, and then closed the door. And as he lay his own head down, he hoped that tomorrow would be a better day, despite what happened earlier. He prayed that Cailin would stay strong. But for now, they would sleep and take on whatever tomorrow would bring.

Well, there you go! Thank you to MissShelz and quidditchandsonicscrewdrivers for the awesome reviews! Once again, I am so sorry I took so long. I was stuck on what to write and thanks to those who sent in suggestions! I have a few more ideas now, so I shouldn't take as long next time! Below are the Gaelic translations, in order of appearance! Thank you guys, please R&R!

:-D xoxo

That is so horrible

I am here for you. Never forget that.

I am so sorry for causing you pain. I don't know how you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me.

Dear Lord, I pray that You hear me now. I pray that You please keep Aisling safe and well. Please Lord, take away her pain and suffering, and let her know somehow, that You are there for her. Please keep her with You Lord. I know she caused me hurt, but I am forgiving like You. Please, be there for her Lord. I pray in Your Holy name, Amen.

I am so sorry Cail. I love you.