When they reached Sean's house it was empty. "Do you want me to wait till Tracker gets home?" Emma asked, setting her hand on his arm. "Nah, it's okay. He'll be home soon." "Okay." said Emma. She kissed him goodbye and walked out his front door. Sean settled himself on the couch. He grabbed the remote and was flipping through channels when Tracker came stumbling home. Sean looked back and laughed to himself. Tracker was definitely not sober.

Tracker saw Sean on the couch and his temper started to rise. How could Sean have been so stupid? He had known that the brakes had been loose on his bike. "Sean, you're back." Tracker said, trying to hide his anger. He slurred as he spoke, showing Sean just how drunk he really was. "Yep." Sean said, "Thanks for visiting me." "Sean, I couldn't. I really did come once but the nurse said I wasn't allowed in because the visiting hours were over." More slurring. Sean made a little disbelieving noise. "You could have found a way around her. Emma did a couple of times." Sean wasn't particularly bothered that Tracker hadn't come. He just felt like pushing his buttons. Tracker rolled his eyes. "Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I am not as good as Emma. Maybe I'm just not as smart as she is." "You got that right." Sean said. tracker walked over to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sean stood up. "What do you think it means? When it comes to quick thinking, you're not exactly the quickest." "Oh, you wanna talk about being smart! Tell me Sean, is chugging tequila to solve a problem very smart? You always mess up, Sean." Tracker slurred again. Sean knew that it wasn't a safe idea to mess with Tracker when he was intoxicated but he didn't care anymore. "Shut up, Tracker. I'm happy right now. I've let the past go." Tracker laughed in Sean's face. Sean could smell his nasty, fuming breath. "What do you have to be happy about? Crashing your bike and landing in the hospital?" Sean responded with one word. "Emma." he breathed. "Oh Emma!" Tracker said sarcastically. "Silly me. So things going good with you and big-mouthed girlfriend?" "At least I have something good in my life!" Sean screamed at him.

He didn't care if Tracker dissed him, but he wasn't going to let him bad- mouth Emma. "You have nothing!" Tracker yelled back at him, positively fuming with drunken rage. "You have your bitch, Sean! And how long do you think that is going to last? You're just going to end it by messing up again! Who would you be like then?" Tracker was expecting Sean to say their father, but a different name came out of his mouth. "You, Tracker. I would be just like you, drowning my problems in booze. And I'm gonna try hard as hell to make sure that doesn't happen."

Tracker couldn't control his anger. He grabbed Sean's shirt and punched him in the face as hard as he could. Sean fell and smacked his head on the corner of the end table as he went. Tracker was in shock. He had just hit his already injured little brother. Sean just laid there. Tracker rushed to his side and bent down. Just then, Sean popped up and hit Tracker across the face. Tracker lost it again. He jumped on top of Sean and started hitting him all over. Tracker got up and put his foot right into Sean's injured side. Sean yelled out in pain. Tracker pulled his foot back to kick him again, but he couldn't. Sean was lying there with tears of pain in his eyes. "Sean..." Tracker said, becoming very scared. "Sean, I am so sorry." All Sean could manage to say through gritted teeth was, "I hate you." Tracker jumped to his feet, grabbed his leather jacket, and ran out the front door. Sean head his motorcycle start up. His own brother was leaving him, battered and bruised.