Little brothers suck. I'm completely serious. One minute they're acting like they hate you and the next they're begging you for help. And yes, maybe I am kind of hard on Jack. He isn't exactly the worst kid in the world. Not the living world anyway. The world of the dead is a totally different ball game. Me and Suze learnt how to take care of ourselves. We had to. We both had our own reasons for having to work alone. Jack just isn't cut out for it. He's the sort of guy that would run around defending puppy dogs if he thought it'd stop them getting fleas. He's harmless in the extreme. This is why he needs me to teach him to be…..well me I guess.

"I'm not doing it." Jack replied stubbornly. He was more confident than last time I'd seen him. Trust Suze to have that effect on him.

"Yes you are. I came back from Carmel to help you out, and I'm not about to have that trip wasted." I informed him diplomatically. He just stared at me with disbelieve etched on his face.

"No. You came back from Carmel because Suze hated you and then Kelly ditched you for that surfer guy. You don't care about me. You never did." He sniffed determinedly. I almost felt sorry for the little fella. Okay, maybe I did. I was wrong to not tell him about the shifter thing till now. So what? The point is that I'm attempting to build bridges. Plus I have nowhere else to go.

"Why do you always have to bring her up?" I asked tiredly. Jack got up and started sorting stuff out around the kitchen. Mom and dad had gone to Tenerife for the week. Leaving us to 'bond'. With a fully qualified baby-sitter of course. They didn't trust me all that much.

"Suze or 'Kelly the Barbie Doll'?" he asked innocently. I ignored the jibe and continued with my little sales pitch. Jack becomes my apprentice and I'll buy him a pet tarantula. Fair deal.

"Look I don't have time for this okay."

"On your busy wallowing-in-your-own-self-pity weekend? Of course." I threw him an icy glare. Unfortunately he was looking in a cupboard and didn't see it.

"Fine. If you're really so uninterested in your 'gift' from hell then I'll just leave. I have much better things to be doing then hanging around with my geeky little brother."

I knew as soon as I said it that I'd been way harsh. But once it'd been done I couldn't change it. I saw the raw emotion in his eyes as he stood there staring at me helplessly. I shouldn't have called him 'geeky'. He always took stuff like that to heart. Why do I always screw stuff up so bad?

I tried to cover up some of my discomfort by helping put away the last of the dishes. Trust Jack to make stuff difficult for me again. Brothers.

"Why do you always have to be the same?" he asked softly. I arched an eyebrow at him questioningly. Throwing the towel onto the side I slid back onto a bar stall and remained silent. When he didn't elaborate I felt the need to prompt him. He isn't the most perceptive kid.

"Um, maybe because this is who I am? What's the deal?" was my intelligent attempt at pursuing the subject. I have a funny feeling that it doesn't sound nearly as caring as it does in my head. Stupid 'snob' genes.

"Always mean. Always ignoring me. Always perfect." he whispered. I stared at him in mild disbelieve. He has got to be kidding me. Perfect! Yeah, I'm so perfect. That's why mum and dad sent me to boarding school at the age of six. That's why every girl I go out with ends up hating me. Because I'm so perfect. Why didn't I think of that?

"I try my best." Was my witty reply. Jack just shook his head in disgust and walked off.

Brilliant. Now I'd alienated not only my girlfriend but my little bro. Great going considering I've only been back for around two hours. It takes most people a month to do that kind of damage. But not me. I jumped off the stall and threw myself in front of the TV. Flicking through the channels I realised something. I've scared off every single person that ever tried to get close to me. Even people that just wanted to help like Suze and Father Dominic. They're all gone.

It was then that I noticed something large and yellow on the floor. The phone book. I snatched it up without even thinking about what the hell I was getting myself into.

"Brookes." I mumbled to myself senselessly. It was no good though. There were at least thirty in this area alone. I started as I heard Jack spring back into the room, his previous anger forgotten.

"Paul, my friend's here!" he yelled joyfully. He was obviously excited about it. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you mean your baby-sitter?" I muttered with a smirk. He ignored me and rushed outside to call someone in.

Sometimes I really do believe in fate.

A/N: la la la la la. I updated! Yay I'm so proud! hehehe.

Let's all guess who walked in the room at that exact moment (except me of course. That'd be kind of pointless as I already KNOW. Lol) Dun Dun Dun!

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