Same song, different verse. Don't own...blah blah blah, don't sue..Blah blah blah.

Fiction, etc. There is some Mary Sue in this, but it's not blatant.

Again copyrighted story, Sash and I DO own the story line. No taking, nobody gets hurt.

The house erupted in chaos as two flaming lunatics sped right through, laughing maniacally as they did. Vergil was still ahead, the camera clutched tightly in his hand as he ran through the living room; his eyes alight with laughter and a certain amount of wickedness. Dante was bare steps behind him, his expression a tad darker, his eyes focused on his brother's back, his lips curved in a feral grin as he sped through, his bangs swinging wildly in front of his eyes as he ran pell-mell across the room. As soon as they had ran in, they ran right back out the back door, speeding out into the darkness with a whoop. Sash couldn't help but squeal as they ran by her before breaking out in giggles as they left. Leppress smiled, shaking her head slowly.

"Having fun." Her words were soft as she moved to close the doors again. The draft was not good for either of them.

"You've got them timed, don't you?"

"I know morons." Leppress shrugged, taking a seat at the computer again. "And these two happen to be morons."

"But adorable morons." Sash winked, smiling broadly, getting off the couch to peer through the window as they ran about.

"Yes." Her eyes rolled in their sockets and heavenward with a barely repressed grin. "God help us. So, which one was laughing like a maniac?"

Unable to stand still, she made her way to the window, catching glimpses of the two dark figures as they ran outside. "Em, that was Vergil. I'm pretty sure."

"Yeah, I think you're right. The snarling one was Dante. Snarling and laughing at the same time. Haven't heard that one in, um, twelve hours or so." She grinned, watching with benevolent eyes. "Oops, there's a..." she winced, "…fence there."

"Ow…painful." Sash looked slightly away, wincing as well.

"Good thing we got rid of the barbed wire." She snickered. "Nothing like a wire to the gut, no siree. It's a good thing Ver's been out and about."

"How did you manage that? We're going to have to put Dante back together by the time they're done."

"I pissed him off enough to have him stomp out." There was no regret whatsoever in her words. "Oh, you're a bad one, all right." Something in her friend's eyes made her turn to the window again. "Watch out for that…never mind. They found the trees."

"Monkeys!" Sash laughed, images of leather clad monkeys dancing through her head.

"I guess we'll just have to sit and wait until the boys are done playing." Leppress's eyes rolled again. "How did we ever get so lucky?"

"Dunno. We must've done something really good." Sash smiled again, heading back to the couch.

"To be honest, my moron said he owed your moron a great big thanks. If it wasn't for him running off like that, he'd never have got together with me." She looked bland as pudding as she spoke, almost bored. "He has such a way with words."

"My moron said a very similar thing."

"Well, back to watch Tarzan and Jane. Ok, make that Tarzan and George of the Jungle."

"Gah. Odd feeling to the gut." Taking a deep breath, Sash closed her eyes, whining softly. "What has that man done to me?"

"Sash?" Not moving her eyes from the window, Leppress commented over her shoulder, her voice soft. "It's called falling in love." She smiled at the muttered curse from the couch before turning her attention back to the moron twins. "Now, to figure out which one's George. Hard to tell in the dark."

"Dante, probably. Ok, Vergil, most likely. He doesn't take well to heights." Sash swallowed her own blushing to provide the answer. "Yeah, it'd be Dante in the trees. I can't see Ver doing that."

"I thought Dante was chasing Vergil. How the hell did they end up the other way around?"Sash frowned, confused.

"Oh, shit. Sash, grab that door! Hurry!" She literally ran to the door, throwing it open as fast as she could. Sash jumped right off the couch, barely reaching the other door in time to open it as they came rushing in.

"Get me asshole! You still cant!" Vergil laughed, rushing through.

"Hi Ver." Sash waved from her position at the door. "Bye Ver."

"See ya babe!" he literally flew out the other door with a grin, vaulting down the steps and towards the trees again.

"Come back here, you sumbitch!" Dante's roar carried as he sped through, chasing after his brother. Leppress waved as well, watching him approach.

"Hey babe. See ya babe." She smiled, watching his grin widen. "Will be back in a minute with his head on a pike." He vaulted out the door after Vergil.

"Dante, watch the first step…" There was a loud thud that made Leppress wince.

Dante's voice was little more than a breathless whisper. "…Fuck." There was a soft growl from the darkness. "Fucking piece of shit."

"Is he ok?" Sash's voice held concern, having heard the hit.

"I don't know. I think he got hurt."

"Ah, Bro? You ok?" Vergil stopped in his tracks, turning slightly.

"Sorry, I tried to warn you it was steep…" Leppress's voice was deeply apologetic, cut off by Dante's groan.

"Argh! Fuckfuckfucketyfuckfuckfuck! Oh, fuck me hard!"

"Jesus!" She let go of the door, running outside. Sash rushed to close the door, trying to prevent the draft before moving towards the other door.

"Hey, Dante. Oh, shit. Get up!"Vergil's voice took on a concerned tone.

"Fucking ankle. Dammit!" Dante's voice rose into a pained growl. Watching Vergil already helping Dante, Leppress sprinted back inside. Ice. Ice was a very good thing.

"Dammit, now is not the time to be too damn proud, lean on me, you fucker." Vergil growled as he tried to hoist Dante up, concern coating his words.

"I hate you." He growled softly, but leaned on him with relief, limping up to the house.

"Yeah, well, hate me later."

"Let me take a look at it." Sash helped them both into the house, closing the door with a tired sigh. He was cursing. He'd live. "Just get him on the couch, Ver."

"Ok. Damn man, you're fucking heavy." He snickered, trying to soothe the mood.

His brother let himself fall on the couch, flipping him off in the process. "Fuck me." His voice was hoarse, his eyes flittering between Sash and his brother. "Both of you."

"Oh, you are so pleasant when you're ill." Sash snorted, accustomed to his mood. Dante could be a bitch when he hurt. She turned to Vergil, whose eyes were still narrowed. "Help me get the boot off."

"Maybe later." His hand rose to ruffle his brother's hair affectionately, which earned him a glare and a growl. "You always were a klutz."

"I got ice!" Leppress skidded right into the living room in time to hear Dante snarl.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, fucking Dr. Quinn?" Sash ignored him, offering her friend a grateful smile.

"It'll come in handy, I'm sure."

"Yeah, well, you cant live on a farm and not learn some first aid." Her smile was a tad shaky, but firmly in place.

"Gonna have to get your boot off, Bro." He didn't want to even make out what Dante had muttered. It just sounded nasty. Sash went toe to toe with the sulking devil hunter, more used to his cranky moods than the others.

"I'm the closest thing to a doctor you'll get. Now off with that boot!"

"Let me do it." Vergil asked quietly at his brother's hiss. "He kicks like a mule when he's hurt." His smile was tight. "On the count of three, Bro. One. Two…"

"Fuck!"

"Three!" He yanked the boot clear off, exposing the extremely swollen ankle.

Dante's eyes widened, lips compressed into a tight line.

"Hello, head of cabbage." Sash whistled softly.

"Looks like he sprained it pretty bad." Leppress peered over the back of the couch. She could almost hear him grit his teeth.

"Next time try leaving the foot when you take the boot."

"You're gonna wish I'd taken your foot in about five minutes. You never were one for doing shit half-assed, had to do it all the way." Vergil shook his head softly. "Never mind him, he's always a bitch when he's hurt. It's why he damn near killed me." His voice softened, as if he spoke only to himself. "More than once, I might add."

"That fucking hurts!" Dante's bellowing conveniently took attention from Vergil, for which he was relieved.

It was Leppress who caressed his cheek softly. "Sorry. I tried to warn you."

Sash fumed, her lips tightening. "Dammit." She looked from one to the other, so alike, yet so different. "Will the two of you stop hurting each other already?"

"Who's hurting who is up for discussion." Dante snorted, letting his head fall back.

"Great end to a great evening. First Vergil goes rabid. Now this."

"Yeah. Sorry about that."

He looked slightly embarrassed over his outburst earlier, watching as Leppress sighed and tried to move away from the couch. There was just so much of the crank she could manage. Dante's arm snaked out, grabbing her by the wrist and plopping her down near him in a single smooth move while Sash sat on the ground, her chin tucked on her bent knees.

"You stay right here. It's asshole's fault, not yours." His eyes turned to Vergil with half a smile. "I will get you back."

"Counting on it." His grin returned full force. "Otherwise you wouldn't be my brother, would ya?"

"Love ya, bitch. Will love you more when I kill you."

"Yeah, love you too, bitchier than me." Vergil dropped down on the floor near Sash, grinning at his brother. "And uglier. You always were uglier."

"You're both equally bitchy." Sash leaned against Vergil, slightly shaken from what had gone before, her voice soft as Leppress snickered.

"Brotherly love, ain't it grand?"

"I still look better in red." He flipped his brother off again, making Sash roll her eyes.

"Yeah. Wonderful."

"I look better in black." He seemed pensive. Dante snorted.

"Right. Better my ass."

"Better on my ass, too." He leaned down, whispering. "Teasing him. It keeps him from being so damned snarly. Rotten patient."

"Honey, can you give me the boot he tore off back? I need to throw something at him."

"I shouldn't have let him chase me. I heard her holler, tried to get back to him, but he'd already gone down." There was recrimination in Vergil's voice. Sash shook her head.

"He wouldn't have gotten hurt if I hadn't stuck the camera down my shirt in the first place."

"No."She was serious, readjusting the icepack on his ankle.

"Well, can I at least get a hug? Now that I'm injured and all?"

"Injured in the line of duty, huh?"

"Yeah, the duty of killing annoying older brother's otherwise known as Vergil."

"What made you go off on him like that, anyway?" Sash peered into his eyes, only to find a savage light as he whispered. "Mine."

He seemed to snap, his voice bland as he shrugged. "I know he can get rough. I didn't want him hurting you."

"Oh, c'mon." Leppress leaned closer, her words a whisper. "I saw you out there playing Tarzan. You were having fun."

"I would have kneed him if he had." Smiling, Sash turned to Vergil. "It wouldn't be the first time I've done it, either."

"You shouldn't have to." Stubbornly, he refused to let go.

"Wanna be my Jane?" Eyebrows wriggling provocatively while he smirked, Dante wrapped his arms tighter around Leppress. She grinned.

"What about Cheetah?"

"You have to remember this is Dante. He's a goofball." Sash pushed on, softly in lecture mode, eyes soft as she tried to make a point. Vergil smiled, almost sadly.

"Yeah, that he is. And he's my idiot brother."

"She's got her own monkey to play with." His finger cocked towards Sash as she leaned against Vergil, but neither of them noticed.

"You're terrible!" The snort turned into a laugh as it tore out of Leppress.

"All the more reason to know he meant no harm." Her arms wrapped around Vergil with some difficulty, but she managed. "So, why did you get so mad at him?"

"Dunno, to be honest." He seemed almost sheepish. "I saw him grab you and I saw red. Never happened before."

She merely wrapped her arms tighter around him, waiting, not quite understanding. His own arms came around her. "I've never felt this way before, either."

"I do try." Dante indulged in a mock head bow.

"You do it very well." Leppress snickered into her hand. "God help you both."

"Years of practice from putting up with him." He grinned towards his brother, noting the seriousness in his expression. He groaned softly, eyes rolling in his sockets. "Oh, great. Pair of saps are at it again."

"Emotions were frowned on." Vergil plowed forward, a hand running through his somewhat messy hair as he tried to put feelings into words. "Remember were I was for about twenty years?"

"It must have been hard." Her voice was a whisper. There was no way of knowing, nor was there any way to put into words the horrors he must've gone through.

"Saps my ass." She frowned, staring into Dante's eyes as she caught on bits and pieces of the conversation happening mere feet from them. "He's been through a lot and you know it."

"You have no idea. It's tough finding my feet. Having to watch everything you say, everything you do." There was unbearable sadness in his eyes, his shoulders slumping slightly forward.

"You don't have to watch yourself anymore, you know?" Sash offered quietly. His eyes seemed to light up, warily at first.

"Really?" At her nod, his lips curved ever so slightly as he leaned in for a soft kiss.

"Thank you."She grinned.