Helloooooo nurses! Miss me? Anyway, here it is Chapter 14! Enjooooooy!

Chapter 14: Good Luck, Bad Luck

He couldn't sleep. How could he?

John passed in front of the hotel room somewhere in Nevada. His family was sleeping peacefully in bed. He and his wife had another argument. She was asking too many questions. About his job, about his life... John sighed. She had a right to know, but if she knew what his job really was…she might leave him.

The kids were blissfully unaware of anything. John remembered that night when he ran into his house early in the morning. Nervously and out of breath, he told Megan, his wife, that they were going on a family vacation to Yellowstone. It was summer vacation after all, and they had been talking about camping. Megan interjected that they needed time to plan, but John insisted.

Greg was doing the same, loading up his family for an unscheduled vacation to see his parents in Idaho. They kept in limited contact. They both remembered Hanson's threats, but if they were true or not... They couldn't afford to call his bluff.

The last fight he had with Megan ended with her in tears and three kids scared and crying. John couldn't tell them. He wondered if…

Suddenly the door opened to the hotel room. Megan appeared with mascara running down her face and a bottle of wine in her hand. She walked over to him with a scowl on her face and tears filling her eyes. Her auburn hair was a mess.

"I called my brother. He'll be here in the morning," Megan said sternly.

John asked, "Why did you do that? "

"Isn't that obvious?" Megan snapped. "There's something you're not telling me! Why the hell are we in Nevada? You're hiding something from me! What is it?"

"I told you, baby," John walked to her and thumbed the tears from her eyes, "It's…complicated."

"Too complicated for your wife? Just tell me," Megan said the anger in her voice subsiding. She rested her head on his shoulder, ""I want to know. I DON'T CARE what it is... drugs, an affair, whatever it is! I just want to know."

John stood still for a moment. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her slender frame. He smelled the shampoo and red wine.

"Okay…just promise me you won't leave me. I love you."

Megan looked up at him her large eyes shimmering with tears and the light from the streetlights. She leaned up and they exchanged a soft kiss with Megan's hand in John's hair. Suddenly John's cell phone began to ring. Taking it out of his jeans, John saw the name on the caller ID. He dropped it as he gasped.

Hanson.

Yakko snuck into Dot's room. Dot was unhooked from the heart monitor and IV, but that happened hours ago. When Yakko entered the hospital room he found her under the bed sobbing.

"Dot!" Yakko called as he crawled half way under the bed. In the far corner, Dot was huddled in the fetal position. Her hands were clamped over her ears. Tears continued to flow from her tightly closed eyes. She continued to shake her head.

"No…no…no…" Dot sobbed, "Don't leave…Don't leave me."

Yakko called more fervently, the fear creeping into his own voice, "Dot! Angelina! I'm right here!"

Dot opened her eyes slowly. Yakko reached out his hand, and she took it. He slid her to him. After they were both out from under the bed, Yakko latched his arms around her. She was trembling badly. He kissed her on the forehead and nuzzled his nose into her hair.

"I'm here, Dottie," Yakko whispered feeling tears piercing. "I'm here."

"You promised! You promised you wouldn't leave me!" Dot screamed into his chest.

He didn't say anything for a long time. He just held her close, gently petting her fur until she stopped trembling. Then something hit him. In the hospital, Wakko promised that they wouldn't leave her. Yakko promised he wouldn't leave her…in the van.

He almost feared to ask, but he did anyway. He took her face in his hands to gently look at her in the face. He then asked his voice hushed and fearful like his words would break her. "Dot…do…do you remember?"

She nodded, and snapped, "I hate you! All my memories came back to me, and when that happens I turn to see that my brothers are gone after they both promised not to leave me! I hate you so much right now! Oh…and by the way," she punched him in the arm. "That's for calling me Dottie!"

Yakko began to cry. He embraced her again for fiercely, and he muttered in her hair, "I love you. I love you so much."

She sniffled, "You're still a jerk."

Wakko wandered the halls looking back every now and again to see if Yakko would follow. After a few minutes, Wakko huffed. His mind stated, "Fine. Let him stew in his contempt and bigotry. What a prick."

In the back of his mind, Wakko feared. What if Yakko was right? What if they really couldn't trust Otto, and the doctor was just waiting for the right moment? Maybe Wakko was a traitor to the family. He was trusting Otto over Yakko's judgments, and because of what just happened Wakko had every reason not to trust Otto.

No. That couldn't be it. Why would Otto save them if he would just throw them back? Otto explained to Wakko that he didn't want to. Plotz was the malefactor. He threatened Otto's life, job, (-) and reputation. Wakko knew Otto's true history. Plotz knew his history too, and he could have Otto thrown in jail or killed. Sure that wasn't justified by the fact that he sold three innocent children to madmen, but Otto knew that. That's why he saved them. He woke up and realized what he did. Now he was trying to rectify his sins by helping. If Otto hadn't arrived when he did, they would have died just like Rita and Runt.

Looking around, Wakko cursed. Lost in his own thoughts he had wandered and gotten lost in the huge hospital. He was somewhere in a hold corridor with large windows overlooking the city to the right. The sun was rising, and soon the hallways would be busy again.

"Yakko's gonna kill me," Wakko sighed, "Like he cares about ME."

"I believe he does."

Wakko panicked and reached behind him fritzing a mallet. He was thankful the bracelet was off and he could actually defend himself this time. Looking around he saw Otto standing behind him. Wakko put the mallet back into his hammerspace.

"How did you know I was here?" Wakko asked.

Otto said, "I followed you. You needed some alone time."

Wakko sighed, "So…you heard." Otto nodded, and Wakko snapped. "That ungrateful jerk! It's just like him to hold grudges. What if I held grudges against everything he said and did to me? He even said I wasn't a good brother because I forgave you! "

"He's just angry and with good reason. Everyone says things they don't mean when they're mad."

"Try telling him that. Me and Dot have been trying that for years!" Wakko slumped down in a chair against a wall. Putting his head in his hands, Wakko sighed, "We're alive…can't he just be happy with that?"

"Experiences affect us all differently," Otto sat in the chair next to him, "It may take him a longer time to process things. You know him. He's extremely overprotective of you two. The situation you were placed in forced him to be helpless to protect. He believed you were dead. It tore him apart to his very soul. Revenge is a very powerful temptation especially if it's for someone you love."

Wakko looked at the doctor. Otto wasn't speaking as a psychiatrist but speaking from personal experience. The doctor looked so wise, but not the type of wisdom you receive from reading big books a different knowledge.

"All I'm saying is give him some time," Otto smiled down at Wakko, "He'll come around. He hasn't let you down before."

Suddenly Hello Nurse came running, her eyes looking a bit frantic. She held her cell in her hands.

"Doctor!" she gasped. "There's an emergency!" Wakko felt his heart beat quicken slightly. Without saying a word Wakko hopped down and ran toward Dot's room. He turned a cornor when BAM! He ran into someone. Wakko landed on top of the stranger who was near his own size.

Rubbing his head, Wakko stammered, "Sorry about that I…" He opened his eyes and saw a confused Yakko under him. "Oh! Yakko!"

"Oh? Isn't it Isacc Newton?" Yakko said stupifidly. Wakko couldn't help but laugh. Man, did it feel good just to laugh for the first time in a long time. Once he started he couldn't stop. He rolled off his brother, and continued to laugh until his sides began to ach. Holding his side, tears began to brim his closed eyes.

"Wakko?" Yakko sat up and shook his head. "Wakko!" He was soon holding his brother on his lap. "Is it your chest?" He ran his hand down the stitch his worry growing. Wakko's face was scrunched up, tears were in his eyes, and he was making strange gasping noises.

Wakko gasped between laughs, "I'm fine…Just…just hasn't….haven't laughed for…for a long time!" He then exploded into another fit of giggles. Yakko snickered and soon joined him in a needed giggle fit.

After they stopped, Yakko said, "I have someone you'd like to meet."

Puzzled, Wakko looked behind his brother and saw his sister standing there with a familiar smile on her face. Behind her ears was shaven and an ugly scar grazed her scalp. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, and her held tilted to the side.

"Boys…go fig," Dot smiled.

Wakko stood from Yakko's lap and nearly tackled Dot in a hug.

After a few minutes, Dot sniffed, "I hate you."

"I love you too," Wakko smiled as his tears fell on her head.

"You're getting me wet," Dot nuzzled into Wakko's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Wakko answered. It felt so good hearing his sister's real tone of voice. He let her go not before planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Ew! Now I'm soaked!" Dot joked.

Wakko laughed, "Brat."

"Goof." Dot jabbed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You really scared me back there, you know?"

"Look who's talking," Wakko snapped playfully. He looked back at his brother who just sat there watching them with a warm smile on his face. Smirking, Wakko whispered something in Dot's ear. She nodded. Both turned to Yakko.

"What?" Yakko questioned, "Do I have something in my teeth?"

"One…"

"Two…"

"THREE!" they both yelled as they tackled their big brother with tickles and kisses. Yakko playfully fought them off, but they were too much. Finally after laughing the three lied there in a pile.

Gasping for air, Yakko smiled, "Let's go to bed. I'm exhausted."

Dot moaned, "Can't we just stay like this?"

"I think the nurses and doctors wouldn't be happy tripping over us," Yakko sat up with two siblings clinging to his waist and neck. "Come one, guys. If we go I'll get some ice cream."

"Sounds good to me," Wakko stood up, reached down, and helped his two siblings to their feet. He grimaced slightly as his hand went to his chest.

Dot quickly asked, "Wakko, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he answered, holding back a grimace, "Just a twinge."

Suddenly Otto came running to the Warner siblings followed by the nurse. Something was wrong. Yakko steeped between his siblings and Otto.

"We've got to go," Otto said quickly, "I just got a call from John, he says Hanson has escaped. We've got to get you three out of California."

Yakko snapped, "Good plan, doc. Take us out of the United States and sell us to the highest bidder in Mexico!"

"Yakko!" Wakko scolded, "We have to trust him!"

"I do not trust a murderer!" Yakko smirked, "Don't look so shocked, Otto or should I say...Victor. You should tell your busty accomplice to watch what stories she tells. I know about what you did in Germany! You killed hundreds of humans and toons in the name of SCIENCE!"

"He didn't want to!" Wakko interjected, "They would kill his family if he didn't! "

"You knew?" Yakko shouted glaring at his brother, "You knew he was a killer?"

"Yeah," Wakko said firmly. "I know. He told me exactly what he did. He did it to save his family."

"Like I said before," Yakko glared at his brother. "That doesn't justify it!"

"You hypocrite!" Wakko yelled as he actually shoved Yakko. Dot gave a shocked gasp. "Don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same!"

"We're not talking about me! We're talking about him," Yakko pointed.

"Who? The man who saved our lives?"

"We already fought over this, Wakko."

"If I was talking with a rational toon, we would have finished it!"

"Rational! You're the one who refuses to see the truth of things!" Yakko shoved Wakko.

"STOP!" Both turned to their little sister. Her eyes were wet and wide with fear, but her face was frozen in rage. "What the hell is the matter with you two? I've never seen you guys like this…you never fight like this."

Turning to Otto, Dot said, "I think Wakko's right. We have to trust him."

Yakko moaned as he placed a hand over his eyes, "Has everyone in my family gone insane!" He placed a hand on Dot's shoulder, "Look, sis, this…human over here was in Germany back in World War 2. While he was in a concentration camp as a Jewish prisoner he experimented on anybody he could get his hands, killing most of them."

Wakko interjected, "If he didn't, they would have killed his family."

"Maybe that's just a story by the doctor here to justify his story," Yakko glared at Wakko. "How do we even know it's true?"

"Can we discuss this somewhere else?" Otto asked.

Yakko growled, "Hell no! You're not getting anywhere near my siblings!"

"Unbelievable!" Wakko exasperated. "Look, Yakko. We're going with Otto wither you like it or not." Wakko stomped over to Otto.

"Over my dead body." Yakko growled and he gripped Wakko's wrist.

"How about over ours? Because that's what will happen if we stay here!"

Fear filled Yakko's eyes. His chest began to heave. The anger disappeared in Wakko's face. Reaching up with his free hand, Wakko placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Yakko. It's okay. Snap out of it!" Wakko was yelling down his voice full of dread. Yakko tried to speak but nothing worked right. Darkness filled his vision. Blood. Darkness. Knives. Dead things. Hanson's voice demanding that he make a choice.

Yakko fainted to the floor with Dot screaming his name.

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