A/N: Sorry it took so long. Thanks to my wonderful betas for helpin me out!

Colin "Jay" and Stephanie O'Neill pulled up to the little cabin just after noon, Jay was hesitant to get out of the car. He knew it had only been twenty minutes since Sean had called him, Jack should still be gone on his "walk." He really hadn't wanted to come up here, at all, but Sean had convinced him it would be worth it. Actually, Steph had. He was only up there because of Sean.

Steph had convinced him the petty disagreement they'd been keeping alive for so many years needed to come to an end. She and Trish were getting sick of the two of them not talking. There really wasn't anything left for them to argue over, hadn't been since Charlie had been born, but they still didn't talk.

It wasn't like they were upset with each other anymore. They just never found the time to talk, even about the important things. They hadn't said more than a few words to each other at their mother's funeral. Of course, when Steph had found out about that, she'd been furious.

"Hey, there." Jay stepped up to the bed his wife was laying in, sitting down next to her.

She gripped his hand tightly, showing her support. "How'd it go?"

"It was a funeral, how do you think?"

"How're your brothers?"

"Kyle's upset. He's snapping at everybody who tries to talk to him."

"What about Sean?"

"What about him?"

"Didn't you talk to him?"

"Why should I?"

"You smarmy, stubborn, son-of-a-"

"Stephanie!"

"Well, you are. I can't believe the two of you. Trish and I are sick of this!"

Jay sighed, realizing just how right his wife was. He didn't have anything against his brother. He used to, when he thought he'd turn out like their father, but he'd seen how much Sean had wanted his son.

He pulled up the e-brake and shut off the car, wondering if this really was the best thing to really do. He knew he had to come up to see Sean, but the fact that he would be there was just enough to make him doubt himself. Sean had always called him Dad that was his thing. He'd never do it though. At least he didn't think he ever would. He just couldn't get over the fact that the man had never been there for him like a father should, like Rick had.

He leaned over and gently shook his wife awake. Steph hadn't been sleeping very well. Actually, neither had he, but he knew she had never been a sound sleeper anyway, so he'd let her sleep on the trip up.

"Hey," he whispered softly to her.

"We there?" She barely opened her eyes, grinning at him.

"Yeah."

"Don't sound so enthused," she yawned sleepily, as she looked into the backseat.

"Sorry, I'm just not sure I'm ready for this."

The two of them got out of the car and looked around. Steph was still a little on the sleepy side, not really paying attention to her surroundings, so Jay noticed the women on the dock first.

"Hey, Trish is down at the dock. Why don't you go talk to her while I find Sean?" He pulled her in for a hug and kissed her forehead. Steph took their most precious cargo out of the backseat and headed off to sit with Trish.

Jay took a deep breath, held his shoulders high and headed into the small cabin to face his brother and whoever else was waiting for him. He figured he might as well get this over with. He was so busy with his own thoughts he didn't notice the two figures sitting on the front porch as he came around the corner.

A/N: Okay so there's a little bit of Jay for ya. More to come as soon as i can get them sent off. I know it seems like it's taking forever, that's at least what i think, but there really is more to this story somehwere, i just have to get there. thanks for all the wonderful reviews! please keep it up, it helps me be more creative, i think. lol.