A/N- After much deliberation and confusion I have decided to post another chapter. To be honest, when I wrote the first chapter I had no idea where I was going with it or whether I was going to leave it as a one shot but I'm glad I've carried it on and I hope you are too.

Chapter Two

Banging on his door not ten minutes later awakened him, he didn't understand how he had fallen asleep all he knew was that he had.

"John!" He heard over the banging. "Unlock your door!"

John frowned, he didn't remember locking his door and why did his hands hurt so much? He ignored the pain and moved sluggishly off of his bed. The voice on the other side of the door was Scott's, why was he here?

Was Scott here to come clean to him? Had it been Scott who had wrecked his room and destroyed his memories? Had Scott been sent by their Father to shout him? He had forgotten about going to the Games Room after all.

His hands were shaking and covered in dried blood as he unlocked the door and pulled it towards himself. Scott didn't even wait for it to open all the way before he barged in.

John's eyes widened and he quickly hid his hands behind his back, he didn't want to show his weakness. Scott would only laugh.

Scott's eyes were wide as they came to rest on John's pale face, "Jesus Christ." He muttered.

The elder brother had quickly scanned the room, it hadn't been like this when he had come to check it before John got home, and was left speechless. So that had been all the noise he and the others had heard, he was confused as to why John would have done it.

"What did you do?" Scott asked; then his voice softened. "Have you been crying?"

John didn't say anything, what could he say? Was Scott trying to pin all the blame on him for this? He didn't do it, he was sure of it. He lowered his head and looked at the floor as Scott stepped closer to him.

"You have, what's wrong?" Scott's face showed compassion but John couldn't help but think it seemed forged. Scott place something akin to a comforting hand on his shoulder, "You know you can talk to me, right?"

John had flinched when Scott's hand had come into contact with him and he backed into the wall to escape the touch. He was panicked and confused, there was no one else here so why was Scott being nice to him? There was no one to act for.

"I…I…I don't know what you're talking about." John managed to say, cursing himself for stuttering. He expected Scott to laugh at him but he didn't.

"Why is your room a mess then? It wasn't like this when I checked it earlier." Scott asked, his voice no longer soft.

"It wasn't me, it was like this when I got home." John said, trying not to make a big deal out of it even though it was. He didn't want Scott to be angrier with him then he probably already was.

John felt a tear slip down his face and hurriedly wiped it away but before he could let his hand drop to his side Scott grabbed it and held it by the wrist.

"How did you do this?" Scott asked and John thought he heard a hint of concern but that couldn't be right. Scott didn't care about him and he certainly couldn't trust him enough to talk to him about anything.

When John didn't answer Scott got frustrated, "Well?"

John again didn't say anything but tried to pull his hand from Scott's, "Why are you here? Did Dad send you?"

"What are you talking about? Dad is on a business trip; you know he is. He told you last night, weren't you listening?" Scott's words were spoken without hesitation but John knew he was lying, he had seen their Dad.

"Oh." John murmured. "Okay."

Scott's expression was unreadable as he let go of his younger brother and stepped away from him, he instead moved to the doorway. John quickly moved away from the wall and practically crawled onto his bed.

"Virgil will be waiting for you in the med bay to get your hands cleaned up." Scott told him. "Don't make him come looking for you."

The eldest of the Tracy brothers then left the middle child alone and confused on his bed.

As Scott walked down the corridors of his luxurious home he couldn't help but feel worried and slightly anxious; something was wrong, he was sure of it.

When he reached the living room, where Virgil and Gordon were, his facial expression became impassive. He sat on the empty chair and didn't look at his younger siblings even though he knew they were both staring at him.

There was silence in the room for less than ten seconds before Gordon opened his mouth, "What happened?"

Scott shrugged, "His room was a tip and he seemed to think that Dad was here."

"But, Dad told him he was going to be away when he got back. We were all there, we saw him." Gordon was puzzled and he didn't like it. "Is he alright?"

"I don't know, he was acting rather weird and his hands are all cut up." Scott told them, deciding not to hide anything. "He thought that one of us had messed up his room but I checked, it wasn't like that when I checked earlier."

"That's what all the noise must have been." Virgil concluded, "Does he need me to clean his hands up?"

Scott nodded, "I told him you'd meet him at the med bay."

"What should I say to him?" Virgil asked Scott, Scott always knew what to say.

It was a few minutes before Virgil got a reply, "Nothing unless he says something to you."

Virgil nodded before moving off of the sofa, where he was sat next to Gordon, and left the room.