A/N: Here it is, an update after so long. I really struggled with this chapter. I knew what I wanted, but just couldn't get it out right...here's hoping it's not horrible!

Thanks for reading!

Sean had hoped that his suspension would turn out to be some enjoyable alone time in the apartment – a relaxation from the terrible few weeks that he had been having. Tracker, however, wanted it to be anything but enjoyable. He had taken the rest of the week off work for a "family emergency." Sean had surmised that he was that emergency. Apparently, the thought of Sean alone and enjoying himself was too much for Tracker to handle. Sean was under his constant watch and, by the third day, Sean had almost reached his breaking point.

To get by, Sean had been carefully sneaking drinks of vodka while his brother was sleeping or in the shower or otherwise occupied. Vodka was key because it was odorless. Tracker had been known to stand a little too close to Sean, trying to catch the smell of alcohol on his breath, and Sean was prepared. He felt guilty, but being around his brother made him nervous, scared that he was going to screw up again. He needed the alcohol to calm his nerves and stop his hands from shaking.

"Don't you have any homework to do" Tracker was almost as irritable as Sean and they had spent the last few hours mostly in silence.

Sean didn't answer, but retreated to his room to grab his book bag.

"You can do it out here" Tracker called, when Sean didn't return.

Sean held his tongue, not wanting to speak his mind and get into yet another argument with his brother. What did Tracker really think he was going to do? Tie one on in his bedroom under the ruse of doing homework? With the door open so Tracker could watch?

"Your trust in me is overwhelming" Sean spat sarcastically as he sat down on the couch. "I 'm capable of doing my homework without getting wasted." He reached into his bag and grabbed his History book roughly, sending papers from his overcrowded bag flying everywhere.

"Damn it" His frustration level was on overload.

Tracker began to help him pick up his papers. "You know, this wouldn't happen if –" But Sean didn't get to hear the rest of the sentence. Tracker had been distracted by the paper in his hands. "What's this"

Sean looked up, uneasy. Tracker was holding the list of AA meetings that Mr. Peterson had given him. "Um, it's nothing." He tried to grab it out of his brother's hands. "Give it here."

Tracker was puzzled. "Why do you have this Sean"

"No reason. Give it here." His voice was more determined this time.

"No, not until you tell me why you have this." He turned from the paper to stare at his younger brother. Tracker could see the anger building in Sean's face. "Sean why do you have this"

"Mr. Peterson gave it to me, okay" He stood up, throwing his books and papers everywhere. "Happy now"

"Why did he give this to you" His voice was calmer than it had reason to be.

Sean distanced himself from Tracker. "I don't know, he just did."

"He just gave you this paper with no explanation? Come on Sean, I'm not that dumb."

"If I tell you, you're just gonna agree with him."

Tracker nodded, finally understanding. "He thinks you have a drinking problem."

Sean stormed off to his room, slamming the door. "Fuck you Tracker"

But Tracker wasn't going to let it slide this time. He was too worried about his brother. He headed for Sean's room, the paper still gripped in his left hand. "Sean –"

The door flew open, and Sean jumped - dropping the Vodka bottle that he was drinking from. After being so careful, he had forgotten to lock his door, and now he was caught.

"Capable of doing your homework without being wasted, huh" After all his denial, Tracker finally knew it was true. His brother had a problem.