Dear Yakko

Disclaimer: I do not own Wakko, Yakko, Dot or anyone else associated with the show or Warner Brothers. They belong solely to Warner Brothers.

Yakko,

It's been about two weeks since the incident with death, and things still feel as empty as before. Dot and I are currently living with Scratchy while the tower is being rebuilt to our specifications. We wanted it built the same way it was before, but it'll never be the same not without you. This whole being the oldest sibling is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Dot and I fight a lot, and there is no one to really stop us since Scratchy is busy at work. If things are this bad with just two of us, I can't even imagine all the headaches we caused you in the past with our bickering. Guess it really is the simple things that make you realize just how good you actually had it. Well I guess I should end this for now since Dot and I are expected to go make an appearance at some sort of charity event. We miss you brother.

Wakko

Wakko sighed and looked at the suit laid on his bed, he had never been a real big fan of fancy clothing. Scratchy had decided that he and Dot should spend some time away from the studio in order to help with the grieving process. Neither one really wanted to accept the fact that their oldest brother sacrificed his life so they could live. Dot often blamed Wakko for Yakko's death, and at times Wakko blamed himself as well. Picking up the suit he began to struggle with putting it on, and cringed at the bowtie. He had never really put one on before, Yakko had always done it for him. He could picture Yakko standing in front of him doing it, and slowly Wakko found himself with the bowtie actually tied right. He smiled faintly to himself, perhaps he had finally learned it from the small tune Yakko would hum to help him learn.

"Wakko are you ready to go?" Dot asked peeking in.

Wakko nodded, "Yeah, but I really don't want to go."

Dot nodded sadly, "I don't either, why do we have to go to this stupid thing anyways?"

"Because the Studio thinks we need to find ways to grieve, though I think there are better ways than going out and being hounded about what happened." Wakko responded taking Dot's hand.

"Yeah, still feels like a nightmare doesn't it? One where if we cried out loud enough Yakko would wake us up with that soft expression and tell us-"

"It's alright my little sibling, it was just a bad dream and it will never hurt you" Wakko finished sniffing.

Dot wiped her eye and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to ruin her makeup. Following Wakko they went downstairs to be greeted by Dr. Scratchansniff who was waitng for them. He looked just as pained as the two younger warner siblings. Only recently did he find out that the event that he had to take the children to, was a memorial service for their older brother. He didn't want to take them, he was pained at the thought that Wakko and Dot would have to relive the nightmare again.

Sighing he looked at the young Warners, "Ze event wvhere supposed to go to is for Yakko. If you two don't vwant to go I vwon't blame you, or force you"

"We get a choice?" Wakko looked up.

Scratchy nodded, "Ya."

"What do you think, Dot?" Wakko turned to his sister.

Dot looked deep in thought, "We should go. Yakko would do the same if it was one of us wouldn't he?"

"Of course he would!" Wakko replied, "And he would just be as destroyed as we are, if not worse because he was the oldest."

"Now now" Scratchy patted their heads, "No more talk like that, let's get going."

Wakko and Dot nodded and quickly got into the car sitting next to one another. Death had brought the two young Warners together, but in a way also separated them from the rest of the world. Everyone was making a big deal out of what happened, which often led to Wakko chasing off the press with his mallet. He did it mostly for Dot, he felt talking about it would possibly help him recover faster, Dot on the other hand still wanted to pretend it was a dream. Though it was really more like a nightmare, and one that they wouldn't be woken up out of.

Silence consumed the car until they arrived at the studio where large crowds had already started to gather. Wakko looked out the window and could see that construction on the tower was going well. Part of him never wanted to move back into the water tower, but Yakko had ensured that if something had happened to him that he and Dot would have somewhere to call home. Yakko had always looked out for them, it seemed even more so in death at times. Sighing Wakko got out of the car Dot in tow and looked around at all the camera flashes.

"Ready Dot?" He asked quietly.

Dot nodded, "I think so. Wakko do you think he still watches over us?"

"I'm sure he does Dot." He responded puzzled.

Dot smiled, "Then do you think he'd approve of whack a paparazzi?"

Wakko smirked, "He would probably say it's senseless, but I say it's justified this time around."

Both younger Warners pulled out mallets and proceeded to chase any camera they saw off the studio lot. Many other famous Warner cartoon stars watched, some laughed a little others shook their heads. Bugs Bunny finally stepped in and restrained the two Warners and shook his head.

"Easy there Doc's no need to get so violent." Bugs said softly.

Wakko looked down, "Sorry… We just can't stand how they hound us because of what happened."

"I understand Doc really. But hey keep this between us but there's a rumor going around that there's a murder investigation" Bugs responded quietly.

Both Wakko and Dot looked at the Warner Brother's Icon shocked, "What?"

"Shhh keep it down. The workers said that it looked like the tower was tampered with to collapse so Plotz is ordering an investigation to see what really happened. Anyways I guess you two know why you're here right?"

Wakko nodded sadly, "Yeah it's the memorial isn't it?"

"Afraid so." Bugs patted his shoulder, "You know your brother would be real proud of you two."

"Thanks Mr. Bunny." Dot sniffed.

"Just call me Bugs." Bugs smiled and walked into the main theater with the kids.

Wakko was shocked at how full the place was, had this many people come to celebrate the life of their brother? Something made him uneasy though, what if someone had really tried to murder all three of them? Questions began to fill his head until the room began to spin and everything went black for young Wakko Warner. The last thing he could recall was hearing Dot cry out his name. He found himself in a dark place, and began to feel panic start to take over. He wasn't exactly fond of the dark, but over the years Yakko had helped him overcome that fear. With his brother gone though, what would keep that fear at bay now?

"W-Where am I?" Wakko asked himself as he looked around the darkness.

"You passed out Wak, you're in your conscious right now." A familiar voice responded.

Wakko shot up, "Yakko!?"

"I'm here" The oldest Warner replied with a soft smile, "You collapsed and apparently needed me so here I am."

Wakko felt a few tears start to well up in his eyes, "Yakko I'm scared I don't know what to do. Everything is still too surreal, I don't know how to take care of myself none the less Dot. Now there's also a rumor that the tower collapsing was actually an attempt at Murder."

Yakko patted his brother's head, "Wakko relax and take a deep breath. You know I can't understand you when you start running your words together like that. Just do what you can, I know you can do it besides so far you're doing a great job. I know being the oldest is hard, believe me I know that better than anyone. Just listen though Wakko, whatever you do don't give up hope, alright?"

"R-Right." Wakko gulped, "Yakko am I dead?"

"Nah" Yakko grinned, "You'll wake up in a few minutes. Also soon you should be meeting a friend of mine, be nice to her would you."

Before Wakko could ask anymore he found himself awake back at Scratchys house dazed and confused. At his side asleep was Dot, and Scratchy was looking out the window at the stars. He noticed that Wakko had started to move and went over to the boy's side. He could tell that something was on the doctor's mind.

"Vwakko." Scratchy started.

Wakko looked up at him, "What is it?"

"Are you feeling alright? You collapsed as soon as we got there."

"I'm fine now. I just needed some reassurance is all. Also Scratchy?"

"Ya?"

"Thank you for taking us in at a time like this." Wakko smiled.

Scratchy smiled, "It's the least I could do Vwakko. Now get some rest we have a guest arriving tomorrow."

With that Scratchy left and Wakko quickly retrieved the journal he had put aside earlier that night. Turning the page he grabbed a pen and began to write again.

Yakko,

Thank you for the encouragement I promise I won't let you down. I can't help but shake the feeling that we were targeted to be murdered. I fear that since you gave your life for Dot and I that we may now be in danger. You're still watching over us though, I know you are it's just like you said. We still miss you brother, and who knows maybe someday we'll see you again. I guess it's time to sleep, maybe I'll see you in my dreams again, or perhaps you can visit Dot. She needs the comfort right now especially since your death has hit her hard. I miss you more each day dear brother.

Love,

Wakko