Mike's POV

I knew it was a fucking stupid thing to do, getting that doped up but I was pissed and I wasn't thinking straight. Tim had wanted me to collect some depths from some guys in Brumly and when I walked to my car I overheard Curly talking to some of the other brainless minions of the gang.

"That sis of Mike's one good looking doll" his voice was hard and I could see his fucking mirthful smirk in my mind. The others were laughing like stupid hyenas, brainless and ugly.

"Wouldn't mind doing her…" Curly's words disappeared under his cocky chuckles. I felt like walking up to him and strangle him slowly, watching his eyes pop out of his head. But I didn't.

I had always hated Curly ever since we were kids, but I loved Tim. Tim was like a brother to me and he loved Curly, even if he never would admit to it I knew he did, just like he loved his sister. Tim understood my reasons for protecting Nancy but he himself chose a different way of protecting his sister. He made her hard and manipulative, protecting her feelings more then her body in my opinion. But we were different like that. Tim was all about survival at any costs, I was more about feeling good while I lived. Guess that's why I did drugs, Tim did too, but he never lost control of himself, not when he was high and not when he was drunk. I lost control often, too often.

I was pissed at Curly and kind of pissed at Tim for not taking care of his brother's big mouth, so when I arrived at this guy's apartment and he offered me a fix I accepted. From there it only went downwards until I was totally lost and came up with the bright idée to beat Curly black and blue. I got in my car and drove and the last thing I remember is a reddish brick wall.

Nancy's POV

The next few days after the funeral I didn't go to school, I just sat around our apartment. Sometimes in the living room staring at the walls, sometimes in my bed staring at the ceiling. I stared and stared but I couldn't see anything, however much I tried I couldn't remember my brother's face, the colour of his eyes and his smile and I was beginning to hate myself for it. I felt guilty for being so mad at him for leaving us, for never even giving me the chance to get to know him, for not wanting to spend time with me, for leaving mom to work her ass of to keep the apartment. I hated him so much for doing this to us and it made me feel like crap.

Mom wasn't around much; she worked almost around the clock, only coming home for a couple of hours in the middle of the night to sleep. When she came home and found me sitting in the living room staring blankly in front of me, she would put a weak pale hand on my shoulder saying; "You still up honey?" in a small tired voice. And when I didn't answer her she would just shrug and walk in her room to sleep.

I felt myself slowly loose it after almost a week of that, I hated being alone; I could take being lonely as long as I wasn't physically being alone. Maybe that was why I was always training when I wasn't in school, that way I didn't have to go home, to sit and wait for Mike and mom to return. And now I knew Mike wasn't ever coming back and mom had to work so I felt I had to get out of that crappy apartment, I had to do something. Had to see people before I went absolutely mad.

I took a sharp breath as I walked out into the sunshine, it was a warm and sunny day but the wind was cold on my bare arms when I walked down the road. I didn't know where to go, all I wanted was to see people and since it was afternoon most people were working or in school so the streets where empty. I only passed one old man waiting for the bus as I walked down our street. I decided to go to Jays to get a coke, hoping that Evie or some of her friends were there.

I had known Evie a long time, but we weren't close friends, I didn't have any close friends. I knew Evie because her mother and my mother met at the hospital when we were born and since they both had girls they decided that we had to become friends. We did of course but not as close as they wanted us to be.

Evie was a nice girl and she had so many friends I couldn't even remember their names. I knew her boyfriend Steve, he was a nice guy, a bit cold and unnerving but still nice, he had this friend with a funny name, Sop or something like that; he was nice too, always smiling and laughing. There was another kid too who I knew went to our school for awhile among their friends. He was sort of tanned, with back hair and big eyes, I didn't know his name or why he wasn't at school anymore. There were more of them but I couldn't remember how they looked. I didn't hang with them anyways, I had only run into them by mistake a few times and Evie had introduced me.

Then it hit me, she hadn't been at the funeral. She didn't know my brother that well but she should have been there for me, I would have went if it'd been one of her sisters that died. Of course we hadn't talked in months, me and Evie. I had talked with Steve a couple of times, he had tried to get me to go to a movie with a friend of his, don't remember the name, it was something weird. All of his friends seemed to have weird names. Maybe Evie was mad at me for some reason? I tried to recall if I had done something that could upset her but came up with nothing so I shrugged it of as I walked in the entrance and took a seat at an empty table.

There weren't many people there but enough to make me feel less alone. I heard laughs, chuckles and voices talking and I felt my brain starting up again. I could always think better when I heard noises; I always studied with the television on.

Suddenly as I looked down at the table, Mike was there looking back at me, his face was as clear as it had been the last time I saw him. His blonde hair greased back, his eyes like a blue summer sky and he smiled at me, that kind, gentle almost shy smile of his. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and as it fell of and hit the table Mike's face disappeared, along with all my anger towards him.

"Nancy" I saw someone sit down across from me through my tear-filled eyes "How're you holding up?" I felt a tear roll down my cheek and being able to see again I saw Tim sitting in front of me.

I didn't answer; I didn't trust my voice, so I just shrugged. I saw Tim reach out a big hand and felt him brush my tears away gently. When he had put his hand down again I looked at it in wonder, his hands were swollen and his knuckles were busted open. I watched them in fascination as he made a fist of one of them almost making the torn knuckles bleed again.

"Hey Shepard" I heard someone holler and saw a guy with white blonde hair walking up to Tim. Tim looked up with an annoyed glare at the guy.

"Don't have time for this Winston" he stated and made a fist of his other hand too. The Winston guy gave Tim an angry glare and turned his attention to me, letting his eyes wander over my body as he snickered. Tim glared daggers at him but he ignored him and sat down next to Tim.

"What've we got here" he asked smirking. He was strange looking, his face pointed with high cheekbones, he looked like a cat. "A new conquest Timmy?" he asked snickering "You never rest do you…" Tim slapped him on the back of his head, making the white hair fly around and fall in his eyes. He swore bitterly at Tim and his body tensed up. I could see him draw back his lips to show his teeth, sharp white teeth. He was showing the same rage as Curly had that day at school and I found myself watching captivated by it. Tim sighed deep and put a hand on the blonde guy's shoulder, which made him flinch.

"Damnit, relax Winston" he said and removed it again as the other guy was clenching his hands. "I'm not gonna fight you…" he said tiredly "…not today" The Winston guy looked at Tim with surprise and mirth in his ice blue eyes. Tim turned to look at me, his jaws set and his eyes hard.

"Dally this is Nancy Forrester, Mike's sister" he said and I saw something in the blonde guy's eyes change slightly at hearing Mike's name.

"Sorry" he said and got up from his seat, looking me in the eyes, his eyes were the exact same colour as Mike's but his were colder and harder. He bowed his head slightly and walked of.

I've made a sort of mix between my two stories here, so it wont follow the Nora story completely but some of it is taken from that story. Hope you like it! Review and tell me what you think! Tack