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( If you get lost...just go back to the last chapter and try to put two and two together. Otherwise ask me :) )

Chapter 3:

Cody was awakened in the middle of the night by a strange sound he couldn't identify at first. A second later he realized it sounded a lot like someone sniffling. Instinctively he glanced across the room and over to his brother's bed. A flicker ran through him as he noticed Zack wasn't in his bed, and then a flicker of relief as he recalled that Zack was sleeping on the couch. He sighed hesitantly as he lay back down, consistently running the thought that it was nothing through his head.

But when Cody heard it again he knew it wasn't 'nothing.' He bolted from his bed and crept silently into the living room. The sound was coming from the couch and he didn't have to think twice as to what it was.

"Zack…?" He whispered cautiously. Instantly the sniffling sound stopped, which only supported his theory even more. Cody stepped closer, a bit more confidently than before.

"Zack?" He asked again. He didn't even know why he was asking; he knew it was Zack and it almost had to be anyway.

By now he was standing directly in front of the couch facing his brother, who was all curled up, facing the back of the couch, blocking Cody's view to his face.

"Zack?" He repeated a third time, gently touching Zack's shoulder. Zack edged away, not even daring to take a guess at what was going through Cody's mind right then.

"You wanna tell me about it?" Cody asked gently, knowing his brother wasn't going to let him in on anything unless he felt like it. That Cody understood perfectly, since it worked vice-versa as well.

Zack pulled himself up, pulling his legs up under his chin, his arms grasping them tightly. He glanced up at Cody and then back down at his feet, hidden beneath the covers, letting out a strangled sob he'd been attempting to hold in. Cody rubbed his brother's shoulder gently, reassuring him that it was okay to talk about it. And then Zack began speaking, in a still-strained voice that seemed shakier than ever.

"I…I was in the hospital, err you were and Mom and Dad were there." He glanced up as he said 'Dad.' Neither had seen or heard from their father since shortly before Zack had gotten sick. They weren't sure about their mother.

"And you were a baby and M-mom was holding you and they were talking about how cute you were and how you were the perfect baby for them." Zack hesitated before going on, "But I wasn't there. There was just one baby; there was only one Martin."

His mind flashed to a scene in the dream where he'd been looking in on the babies in the nursery. There'd only been one Martin- Cody Andrew Martin.

"And then we were older and nobody knew who I was. Not even Moseby or Maddie or Raine or Rebecca and…and you and Mom and Dad were all living at the Tipton and you were so happy and…"

Cody's thoughts interrupted, "Oh no…no, no, no! This is all my fault…" He hugged Zack, who had now been reduced to a continuous stream of tears. "I'm sorry, Zack! I didn't mean what I said! I don't hate you! I'm sorry!"

"It's okay…" he whispered, his voice barely audible under the pressure of his tears.

"No it's not!" Cody insisted, "C'mon!" He grabbed Zack's pillow off the couch. "Let's get back to bed." He said with a smile.

Zack got up, grabbing the blanket on his way, and smiled through his tears.

"Okay."

Was shorter than I expected...it took me like an hour to write though ha.

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Fig