Summary: One day coming home Dallas suddenly is dumped the responsibility of being someone's older brother. Dally was the boy without hope, while Gabriel's the boy with a dream. Both share a common ground in which they never expeirenced the feeling of being loved or giving love. What happens when Gabe's hiding a terrible past and it's up to Dal to save the day? Can these two boys pull together before destiny threatens to pull them apart forever?

A/N: Well, well, well...I got me some reviews! YAY!! To all of you who liked the story thank you thank you thank you! Yep yep, so I'm going to do you guys a little favor and try to finish this chapter sooner than I originally anticipated. My muse, Drew, is in town. Thank him for that. Yeah so on with the story.

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Quick Facts-Name meanings
Dallas-Wise
Gabriel-Hero of God

Chapter 2-Welcoming Comitee

-Dallas' PoV-

After years of wondering if my brother was ok here he was. It took me eight years to get over the fact I knew I was never going to see my brother again, and yet he's here, in the flesh, beating the shit out of me. He's changed. He wasn't the small boy I remembered him to be. The one that everyone made fun of and tortured for being different. For thinking that one day he would be someone. His eyes still sparkled, but now they told of a depressing story instead of the hope that once filled it. He was taller and his voice was definately changing.

I felt my heart tug as I saw the look of betrayal playing on my brother's once peaceful features. He changed so much, and I wasn't there for any of it. I couldn't be there for any of it. If I stayed in New York I would have been killed. I couldn't stick around if I wanted to survive. But I left at my brother's expense.

'What the hell Dallas, you don't go worrying bout anyone else,' I thought to myself as I pushed the kid aside. By now we were both tired, but it didn't stop either of us from glaring daggers at each other. He wouldn't back down, I wouldn't either. Most people wouldn't even dare look me in the eye. But this kid was staring at my, daring me to look away.

"I never left no one," I spat out wiping away the blood from my busted lip.

The kid can sure pack a punch that's for sure. My comment sparked something in his eye, but only for a second before his eyes glazed over, and his angry feature replaced with a nuetral one. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I couldn't tell if he was angry or sad. His eyes were now as empty as mine were, still staring into mine, but just as empty.

I needed to get away from the house. I needed to think. To get drunk, to get into a fight. I needed to be anywhere except where he was. Finally he sighed, and went back to the bed, his back turned towards me. I could hear my old man downstairs snoring, my guess the beers finally getting to him. Gabe went back to reading his book like nothing even happened. I stood up trying to fight the feeling of light headedness that's associated when you take a blow to the head. I gave him one last glare, one I knew he felt, before I stalked out of the room.

"You left me," I heard him barely whisper.

He didn't look up to see if I heard. He just continued reading and I continued walking like I didn't. I stomped out of the house knowing the change of clothes and the refill of singles in my wallet would be enough to last me at least a week without going back home. I could just bum around at the Curtis' house or Buck's. Anywhere to stay as long as it wasn't my house.

It was eight years ago. I'm suppose to be over it by now. I don't know why his words got to me. I don't know, maybe it's the fact that I convinced myself he was dead since I was thirteen. That New York was old news and there was no one to get back to. Then again, Tulsa is old too, but it's more a home than the one in New York. Why would mom send the boy here anyways. She knew how much dad was a bastard, and she knew that Gabe wouldn't enjoy it here. It's as if mom was getting rid of him like she got rid of me.

"Hey Dal," Buck appeared at the front door as I helped myself in.

-Gabe's PoV-

I woke up the next morning with my right eye swollen shut. The faint sound of the tv running downstairs told me dad had spent the night in front of it. Stumbling I made my way over to the bathroom knowing I was in dire need of a shower. I let the water run waking me up and helping me feel more refresh than I've ever felt in such a long time.

I put on some shorts and a t shirt and snuck out the back door keeping it unlocked so I wouldn't have to face dad. The back yard was a mess. Back in New York, people would die to have grass, while over here the grass was way too tall and unkept. The yard was bigger than the neighbor's yard which was good. I just needed to fix it up and then I could just practice and stuff in the back.

Rubbing my hands together I walked over to the garage where I assume they kept the lawn mower. The door was jammed so I pretty much had to put all my weight into it just to make it budge a litttle. Once inside I gasped at how messy it was. It was full of little bits and peices and a broken down car that looked like it was once a summer project that now just took up space. After tripping on a few things I stumbled upon the old lawn mower.

The sun was shinning down on me as I finished dumping the last of the trash in the back into a garbage can I found in the garage. Silently I went back into the house and grabbed my sports equipment. I only brought the few things I knew wouldn't take up too much room and I could keep in a bag. I had a deflated soccer, volleyball, and basketball, along with weights of all sorts that I convinced my friends from my private school to give me when their older brothers grew tired of it and wanted to trade it in for a new one.

I started pumping my soccerball deciding the only reason I cleaned the lawn in the first place was so I can practice dribbling the ball.

"Who the hell are you?" My head snapped up to see a boy about a couple of years older than me with way too much grease in his hair. His shirt had a faded Mickey Mouse on it and his switch was clearly sticking out of his pocket as if he wanted me to notice it.

There was a guy next to him. His hair had grease in it too, but his hair was combed in complicated swirls. They were both eyeing me up and down. I immideatly realized that the two must have been friends with my...with Dallas. I fought to keep my voice at a normal tone as my mind was racing as they bored holes through me with their glares.

"What's it to you?" I asked calmly.

Years of living in New York and with my mom taught me that I should never show anyone fear. People live off fear. Fear is only weakness. I remember once when Dally came home and proudly showed me where he had gotten stitches because he was stabbed. I remember asking him if he was scared and he scoffed telling me that if he showed he was scared he would have been six feet under instead of talking to me.

"You don't look like a soc. What you doin' in Dal's lawn?" The boy with complicated swirls asked.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I said getting up from the pump and soccerball.

I saw both starting to lose their patience. The one with Mickey on had his fist clenched tight. I didn't feel like getting in anymore fights. My whole body was aching all over from last night's fight with Dallas, and it was even more sore after cutting the grass and cleaning all the shit on the lawn. Before they could say something in retaliation Dallas appeared at the backdoor. His hair messier than yesterdays, and his cheek swollen as well as his lip busted.

I let a smirk play on my lips earning me a shove to the side as both boys tried to casually walk over to Dallas trying not to let all their worries show.

"Don't start shit kid, or I'll send you right back to where ya belong," He told me bitterly.

I rolled my eyes still playing cool. "Why don't you just send me back right now before I start it," I asked him earning me another disapproving glare.

"Dallas who the hell is he?" The boy with the hair asked annoyed.

"My brother," He said his voice harsh and cold.

He said it as if it was a burden to him. I tried not to let the hurt show when he said it and looked down to blink away the tear that wanted to fall.

"Only genetically," I spat out opening the fence and walking into the alley.

"YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR WAY AROUND HERE KID," I heard Dal scream after me.

"LIKE YOU CARE!" I screamed back not turning around.

I didn't know where I was going. I just remembered that I needed to be away from Dallas. I needed someone to talk to. But I can't. Trusting people would only hurt me in the end. Trust was always broken when given out. I learned that the hard way. It's easier looking after yourself rather than having someone look after you. It's easier to be independent and not get people into trouble. Or what's worse have people get you into trouble.

The town didn't look any different from my dad's house. It was old and runned down. There was litter all over the place, and the cars looked old just wanting to break down. There were little kids at the park I passed smoking trying to proove who's cooler by taking the biggest puff. They couldn't be any more than twelve years old. And a little past them I could see a group of hoods gathered around each other as if talking privately.

I walked farther away from the house. By now the streets were covered in dirt and filth and the houses were even worse than where the old man lived.

"Well, well, well," I spun around to see a car full of rich brats slowly come to a stop. Three of it's four passengers jumped out of the car surrounding me. "What do we have here?"

Out of the eye that was good I saw something reflect the sun. One of them had a blade. I felt for my own in my back pocket. Letting out a small sigh of relief I reached for it in case they tried anything.

"Leave me alone," I said my voice betraying my calm look.

"It's a grease without it's pack. What happened are you lost?" One mocked causing them all to snicker.

"No, are you?" I asked causing them to stop smiling.

Before I could do anything someone hit me from behind causing me to fall on the ground. I took my switch and flicked it open slashing one of their ankles causing him to cry out in pain. Another stepped on my hand forcing me to let go of the knife. He kicked it away while another kicked me hard in the chest. I felt something crack upon contact and the pain shot through me as I held the shout of pain inside not wanting to let them hear my pain. I was too outnumbered and the only thing I remembered before passing out was another car coming, before the darkness consumed me.

A/N: Ok another chapter down. Well? Please tell me what your thinking. Next chapter Dal and Gabe are going to be talking...yes talking not physically fighting. Hopefully you liked. Please tell me what your thinking. I'd like to know. Juss review me please? Yeah it'd be great if you did. If the grammar sux I already apologized first chapter, but I'll do it all over again. Ok? I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes and all the other mistakes. Just please tell me what your thinking.