Arthur looks up from his kindle just as Alfred walks into their bedroom, "What took you so long." He asks watching the taller man slowly remove his blue t-shirt.

"Well I couldn't just leave her alone." Alfred answers sitting down on his side of the bed, "It took him two hours to get home after she called him." He rubs the back of his neck sighing, he's had a stressful day already and the last thing he thought he would be doing is babysitting a seventeen year old girl then getting a death glare from her overly protective brother as he gets the door slammed in his face.

The older man lightly tosses his kindle aside and crawls closer to his lover, "Love she is quite capable of being alone for an hour or two." He rests his head on Alfred's broad shoulder wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist, "You don't always have to be the hero."

Alfred turns his head laying a soft kiss on his lover's forehead, "I'm not being a hero. I'm being a cop and a father."

"Exactly a hero." The British man kisses Alfred's neck getting a raised eye from the cop. "But then I do like heroes every once and a while." Arthur kisses just below Alfred's ear and feels the other's body relax some.

"Arthur…"

"Yes?" Arthur says lightly biting down on the other's ear lobe.

Alfred smiles as he turns around to face his boyfriend, "Nothing." He says placing his hand on the other's knee.

A wicked glint appears in Arthur's eyes as his nimble fingers quickly un-zip Alfred's jeans, "Are you sure?"

Alfred crawls slowly on top of the shorter man pinning him in place, "Yeah." He pulls the other in for a long kiss while caressing his lover's inner tight, "My only question is…" He squeezes lightly moving his thumb higher up Arthur's inner thigh, "Is you fairy friend going to watch us?"

Strangely instead of upsetting him, the question only turn Arthur on more as his face turns towards the flying creature watching from the safety of the bedside table, "Maybe she will."

"Then let's give her a show." Alfred purrs in his ear just as there's a knock on their door.

Both men look wide eyed at the door as Alfred jumps off Arthur, "Come in."

The door opens slowly as Karen peeks her head in, "Daddy?" She squeaks sounding like on the verge of tears.

Instantly both men know what's coming next as Alfred slips into bed, "You had a bad dream huh?"

She nods looking down at her feet; it's one she's had for a long time. She's in her room when suddenly her Mother throws open the door and pulls her to her feet and drags her back to Britain. She always looks back trying to call out to her father only to see him and Alfred lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood. She turns back towards her mother to scream for help only to see a demonic pair of violet eyes staring back at her.

She inhales slowly now looking up at the two men, "Daddy? Can I sleep with you and Alfred tonight?" She watches as both men nod.

Alfred moves over slightly as Karen crawls over him to get to the middle, "Kay, ready for bed?" Alfred says pulling the covers over her and smiling at Arthur, "Well at least we had a nice shower."

"Yeah." Arthur laughs turning off his bedside lamp and taking his daughter into his arms. He hopes eventually his little princess will open up and tell him about her dream but until then he'll just hold her tight.

The other light is quickly turned off and Alfred kisses the top of Karen's golden halo, "Night angel." Arthur sits up slightly to kiss Alfred, "Night Iggy."

"Good night Love." Arthur says curling back up to his small daughter, "Now go to sleep Princess."

"Kay Daddy. I love you." She kisses the top of her father's nose, "And I love you too Alfred." She turns slightly to see Alfred's big smile in the gray darkness.

Alfred pulls both of them in close, "I love you too, Baby girl."

"Vash why wouldn't you tell me?"

Vash sits down and avoids her doe eyes, "I don't have to tell you anything."

"Where were you?" Erika stomps her foot, it's almost midnight and she's worried about her brother, "What were you doing?"

Vash sighs as he stands, "I'm not discussing this with you." He says cold and distantly as he walks out of the room with her following close behind, "I'm going to bed."

She reaches out for his arm but instantly stops. Tears start to fall as he slams his bedroom door shut, she's not a stupid woman and she saw exactly what he bought when his bag fell. "Why…why did you buy that gun?" She asks the air before walking in cold silence to her own room.

She slides down to the floor as she closes her own door and cradles her head in her hands letting the tears flow freely, "Why won't you talk to me?" She lets out a hiccup as her head leans back, "I'm still here, still alive…still your same sister. So why have you changed so much? Where is the brother I once knew?"

A flash of light races across her bedroom window followed by the rumble of distant thunder and it takes her back to that night. Francis had sat her down on a dirty bed in his basement smiling wickedly at her smelling of alcohol and stale cigarettes. He started to pull his zipper down just as lightening flashed across the English sky.

She backed away to the cold wooded headboard never looking away from his hungry blue eyes when as the thunder shook the house a boot kicked in the basement door and suddenly Francis in on the ground in front of her. She'll never forget the man that sat beside her that night and calmed her before taking her back home to her family. His emerald eyes were so warm and bright and she'll always trust him and those precious eyes.

Wiping her eyes she inhales slowly, "He brought me back, Bruder…he saved me so maybe he can save you too." She says taking off her sweater feeling every long deep scar going down both arms, "Maybe they both can…" She removes her favorite razor from her jean pocket as the rain starts to beat down on the window, "I love you Vash…I love you big brother."