Craig was having another nightmare. The sound of his screams jolted Ryan and Taylor awake.

"I'll go. Go back to sleep." Ryan kissed his wife's forehead and went into his son's bedroom, silently praying that Craig wouldn't wake Matt up. Again. He'd been home from the hospital for almost two weeks and the nightmares came almost every night. The boy was only fourteen years old, and the doctors were hesistant to give him anything to help him sleep. The psychiatrist had seemed more sympathetic, but still thought they all just needed to give it some time.

"Craig?" Ryan called.

"R-Ryan?"

"Hey buddy," Ryan flicked on the light. Craig was sitting up in bed, his good arm wrapped protectively aroung the thick cast that bound his other arm.

"Was I...?"

"Yeah," Ryan said tiredly. He sat down on the edge of his son's bed.

"Sorry..."

"It's okay kid."

"I don't mean to..."

"I know kid, it's okay... What was the dream about?" Like he even had to ask.

"I don't remember..." It was always the same answer.

"Was it about the car accident?"

Craig shook his head, "No."

The Psychiatrist told them, over and over, that it was the accident. The accident had only been a trigger. A trigger that had released a flood of memories for Craig, memories that he had been trying hard to surpress. She berated Ryan for not bringing Craig to a psychiatrist sooner. The boy had obvious symptoms of PTSD. The accident. The hospital. It had brought it all back. Whatever it was.

"Think you can go back to sleep?" Ryan asked.

Craig nodded, "Am I seeing Nick tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we're going over there tomorrow afternoon." Nick was still in the hospital, his body slowly healing from its numerous injuries. His leg bound in some sort of device meant to encourage bone growth around the metal plates they had installed in him in an attempt to help him walk again.

When the visited, Nick was always angry, restless and resentful. He snapped at Craig, who took it all in stride. Ryan tried to discourage Craig from growing, it didn't seem healthy for his already damaged psyche, but Craig insisted. Nick was his friend. Nick needed him. Craig was wise, Ryan decided, but still... It hurt him to see Nick lash out at his son like that.

"Do I still need to go back to school on Monday?"

"Yeah buddy, the doctors said you should be okay. No more headaches right?"

"Yeah..." The residual effects from the massive concussion had faded.

"Besides, you don't wanna end up in summer school, right?"

"Right..." Craig agreed. "What about Nick?"

"When he gets better he's going to have a tutor."

"Wish I could have a tutor... All the kids at school... They all know." Of course they did. Damn the Newport gossip chain. Craig's chin trembled, "They think it's cool..."

"What's cool?" Ryan asked.

"That Nick stole a car... That we al-almost d-d-died.." The trembling had spread to his entire face, his eyes filled with tears. Ryan leaned over and pulled Craig into a gental hug. "It's not cool! I wish... I wish we had never gotten in that s-stupid car!" He sobbed against Ryan's shoulder. It was a familiar ritual for Ryan. It was like this almost every night. He prayed that somehow school might make it better. Take his mind off things. The piles of video games, comics and movies he had bought for Craig so far hadn't done the trick. Taylor finally just told him to stop. Pointed out that those sorts of things would never have worked on him.

Ryan also knew that he would never have let the Cohen's see him like this, but he was glad Craig was okay with it. He could now imagine Sandy and Kirsten's pain when he had disappeared after the accident...

"You know, I once lost a friend in a car accident."

"R-really?" Craig looked up at him.

"Yeah... Her name was Marissa..."

"That girl? The one no one will talk about?"

"That's the one... She died in a car accident. I was there. I was driving... I spent... So long blaming myself. And... Others." There were parts of this story Craig didn't need to know just yet. "But in the end I realized... The only choice I had really, was to move foward. To be sad that she was gone... But not let the pain take me away from living. And Nick's not gone. He's going to be okay. And one day he realize that's what's done is done. You can't take it back. Or change it. All you can do is keep on living... And learn from your mistakes."

"Okay..." Craig's eyes looked heavy. He was tired. Ryan put him down on his pillow and pulled the blanket over him.

"Everything's going to be fine. You'll see."

"Thanksgiving's gonna be here soon."

"Yup, another week or so."

"I'm glad... I miss Uncle Seth, and Aunt Summer and Aunt Soph..." He was asleep before he even finished the sentence, and that was the last night he woke up the house with his screams.

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It was amazing that even in a place like Newport you could still find a dive bar like this. Well, I guess someone had to feed and clean up after these rich snobs, and that was the crowd that kept this place in business.

Trey liked it. He felt at home here. At least, more at home than he did anywhere else in this rich town.

"Hey," A large man with tattoos up his arm sat down next to Trey. He worked with Trey on the construction site.

"Hey." Trey said, and tipped his beer towards the man.

"I heard about your nephew... And your brother."

"Half- brother." Trey corrected.

"Right, half- brother."

"Well, thanks."

"Didn't realize you were part of Newport royalty." The man grinned sideways at him.

"If I was Newport royalty... Do you think I'd be working construction? And drinking at the only place in town that serves beer that costs less than $15 a bottle?"

"So what are you doing here? Brother couldn't hook you up with a nice desk job?"

"From Ryan? Nah. He's got this complex you know- like, gotta work for everything you get. Like no one ever did him any favors..." It was an unfair judegement, he knew, but he was tired and stressed. Thanksgiving was fast approaching. Meaning he'd be trapped in the room with a woman who blamed him for leaving her son with a metal leg. With his father who felt the same, even if he'd never say it. With his do-good-brother and his stepford- foster-parents. And that prattling son of theirs who never shut up. And his mother- oh God his mother, who was on a fast downhill slide.

He had taken over going there to visit instead Ryan who said he had too much on his plate. Who looked at Trey with those "you owe me" eyes. Just because he'd gotten Trey some crappy construction job and a crappy studio apartment. So he went to his mother's house. And she would curse him out. Tell him he was no good. Told him to send Ryan. Warned him to stay away from here jewelry box. And that was on a good day.

"You know... S'funny. They trust guys like us 'cause they need guys like us. We know the layouts of their houses, backwards and fowards. And those security systems? Power goes out and ther goes security..."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting that if your brother thinks everyone needs to take what they want for themselves. Maybe we should do just that."

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A/N: So... Will Trey go to the dark side? What do you all think?