A/N- Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews! I'm so sorry that this is so late, but I went from Cali, to my friends house for like a week, and then I was told I had to help babysit at my uncles so I'm finally home and able to get an update. Hopefully I'll never be this late with updating again. Here's another chappie. R&R, please.

Chapter 11

Tangled limbs rest on the floor with a pair of cold blues and disbelieving blue-greens staring in shock at the fallen teen. Andrew's only aware of the numbness that's overtaking his body. Justin! Oh God, wake up! Screams surround him and someone's crying. It doesn't register that the tears are his until the wetness drips off his chin and onto his clenched fists. Finally, Serenity approaches Justin and her eyes harden into diamond slits as she stares past him at Laura Anne. "You foolish idiots! Call an ambulance," Serenity hisses before shoving her husband to a phone and glaring at Ben she adds, "Pull yourself together, all of you. Andrew, you will ride with Justin and the rest of us will follow in my car." Her strength gives Andrew the power to dry his eyes and descend the stairs. Pausing near Justin's fallen form, Andrew glances back upstairs and sees a shadowy phantom.

"They've all come because they love him," Serenity states waving a hand at the house as the blond teen is loaded onto a stretcher. "Who you saw was Lady Katrina. Very rarely does she leave her room, but at one time everyone meets her. Be wise to know, she is the real Master of this house. Clutching Justin's hand, he nods dumbly before turning his hazels onto Laura Anne. "I'm sorry, Justin. You're not a mistake, I don't hate you. Mama loves you, baby, and I'll take care of you," they woman shrieks and shaking his head Andrew wonders just how devastating her love can be if her hate lands her son on a stretcher. "No, you will not take even a step near him unless I allow it. I'll take care of him," Andrew states drawing his strength from the love deep within him and Serenity inquires icily, " What does a child like you think you can give the heir to the Ironheart and Nightshade fortune?" Without hesitation, Andrew answers, "Love."

Never in his wildest dreams would Andrew have thought he'd be calling her for help. "Mama?" The word sounds foreign rolling off his tongue. "Andrew, has something happened?" "Mama, I don't know what to do. Justin's hurt and I need help," he finds himself saying and all the hatred he had been harboring for her seeps from his heart. "Where are you?" Her calm voice that usually grates on Andrew's nerves are reassuring and weakly he says, "The hospital that dad was in." "I'll be right there," Bree tells him and he wishes bitterly that he could go back in time just to erase that last mistake. That one mistake cost him Justin, his mother, and being part of a family.

The urge to slap Laura Anne becomes nearly unbearable for Serenity as the woman sits sniffling in the chair. When a woman with flaming red hair that's perfectly in place walks in, she believes that perhaps not all women these days are horribly weak. "Andrew," Bree Van de Kamp says and the teen rises with a shaky smile. " They wont let me see him. That bitch wont stop crying even though it's her fault he's like this," Andrew states loudly and Serenity knows that he's trying to cover up his grief and fear. "Hush, Andrew, and I'll see what I can do," Bree says firmly and the fire flashing in her eyes reveals her devotion to her children. "He's awake and stable. No injuries as we can tell, but we'll want to keep him over night for observation. Visitors are allowed in now." Raising an eyebrow, Andrew checks the dogs and says, "I'm going first." Laura Anne's eyes darken and she declares, "I'm his mother." "No, you're just the bitch that gave birth to him," Andrew argues feeling his anger reaching a boiling point.

Glaring icily at Justin's mother, Bree Van de Kamp calmly lays a hand upon Laura Anne's shaking one and states, "Let Andrew go; Justin would want to see him." The calm storm in her greens scares the blond mess into submission. "Go ahead, Andrew," Bree states, and the teen nods before heading towards the door. "Now, do you have any problems with my son," the redhead demands, still sounding dignified and calm, and Laura Anne shakes her head shrinking into herself.

Nervously Andrew enters the room and he smiles shakily at Justin. "How are you feeling?" "Like a thousand pound truck ran me over," Justin replies and sitting in the visitors chair Andrew asks, "Really?" Grinning Justin takes the younger teen's hand and says, "I feel fine. They got me drugged up. They didn't have to shave my head or anything, at least." Hesitantly Andrew kisses him and desperately he tugs the younger teen closer. Mewling with pleasure, Andrew carefully straddles the older teen and deepens the kiss. "I'm sorry," he says into Justin's ear, and briefly he pulls away just to stare at the blond. He's so gorgeous. Why would he want me? Maybe she is right? Maybe I'm not worthy of him?

Almost as if he can hear the questions rolling through his mind, Justin tugs Andrew into another kiss. This kiss is sweet and lingering. "I don't need you worrying over what they may have said, I've done enough worrying over them for the both of us," the blond says as his eyes begin to droop and Andrew smiles before saying, "I'll see you when you wake up." Gently Andrew kisses Justin one last time before leaving the teen's bedside and when he sits down beside his mother a sigh of relief escapes him. "He's asleep," Andrew says glaring at Laura Anne heatedly and frustrated he grinds his teeth.

Shivering Andrew awakens from the dreams that have haunted him ever since Justin left. Pushing the blanket away, Andrew groans as he stretches and walking away from the other people cramped in the hospital chairs approaches Justin's door. "Visitor hours are over," the night nurse states and angrily he glares at her before stating, "I need to see him." "So do a lot of people, but rules are rules," the nurse says firmly and leaning against the door he says, "I'm his lover, doesn't that entitle me to some rights? I'm worried about him, and I really need to see him." The nurse is about to argue with Andrew when a doctor walks into the room and says, "Just let him go, Louisa."

"Justin, wake up," Andrew hisses with a twinge of panic erupting in his voice and sleepily the blond smiles up at him. "I had to make sure you were still here," the brunette says carefully climbing onto the bed, and Justin wraps his arms around Andrew saying, "Where would I go?" Rolling his eyes, Andrew presses his lips to Justin's and says, "I had the dream again, I wanted to make sure you haven't snuck out." "What dream?" Closing his hazels and breathing in Justin's reassuring scent, Andrew whispers, "That it's you leaving me in the middle of nowhere and not my mother." Licking his lips, Justin moves so that they lay facing each other with their legs tangled and says, "I'd never leave you stranded someplace. The least I'll do is drop you off somewhere that's familiar." Lightly Andrew slaps Justin's arm and says, "That's not nice, you're not suppose to leave me anywhere." Grinning the blond pulls him closer then soundly kisses him before saying, "I wont, okay?" Nodding Andrew closes his eyes and states, "That's better."

Clawing his way into an awake state, Justin looks over at Andrew sleeping peacefully beside him and smiles adoringly. He tries so hard to pretend to be tough when he's just this lost, little boy that needs to be loved. "Justin, my angel, how are you feeling," Laura Anne asks and he glances at her searching for any emotion she may stir within him. "I'm fine, but Laura Anne, could you please leave? I'd rather be with someone I care for rather than you at this moment. Perhaps later when I'm not so drowsy I can deal with you, Ben, and Ezra. Please, send Serenity or anyone else in, though." With shattered browns, Laura Anne nods and leaves her only child. The raw heartbreak she feels doubles when she sees the triumph in Serenity's calculating orbs.

"Hello, Justin. I see that little tumble did wonders for your thinking," Serenity says and shrugging he responds, "I don't hate her, I just feel nothing towards her. Anyways, I'm lucky to not have any broken bones or a concussion." The woman's greens sparkle with knowing and her lips curve into a secretive smile as she says, "The ghost protected you. They'd never let anything happen to their heir." Stirring beside Justin, Andrew sleepily mummers, "No such thing as ghost." Smirking Serenity hisses, "He'll believe soon. He saw Lady Katrina, but he's just acting like a fool." Rage stirs inside Justin, but he quells it before he does something he'd regret. "Don't talk down about him. He's really a great guy and he's better than Ben," Justin states lowly curbing the impulse to start yelling at her, but she laughs curtly before saying, "He's not our standards." "Laura Anne wasn't your standards either, but she married your son and slept with your husband. He's mine and I plan on keeping him that way." Serenity's eyes darken maliciously and she snarls, "Watch your mouth, boy. I could take all this away."

Glancing down at the sleeping brunette, Justin ruffles the younger teen's hair and says, "I'd rather have Andrew." Serenity's eyes roam over Andrew icily and she hisses, "Do you really think he'd want you if you didn't have the inheritance?" Impulsively he tightens his arms around Andrew causing the boy to wake up and Justin whispers, "I'd hope so." "You're a fool if you think love will make you happy. Money makes the world go round," Serenity states curtly and confusion decorates Andrew's face as he asks, "What's going on?" Without taking his blues off the woman, Justin explains, "Grandmother seems to think that the only reason you're with me is because of the money." Smirking Andrew nips Justin's neck enjoying the blush that settles over his face and says, "It's an added bonus. I won't lie, but even if you were a broke hobo I'd stay just because the sex is great. Or at least it had been, I'd have to see if it's still true later. Mainly, though, I'm with you because I love you." Lowering his gaze to the brunette, Justin says, "Two more dates unless you actually think you can win our bet." "Of course I can," Andrew states smirking and Justin grins back sarcastically saying, "Sure you can."

Finally Serenity leaves and Bree enters. After overcoming the initial shock of seeing her son in bed with Justin, again, Bree smiles politely and asks, "May I get you anything, Justin?" Arching his back against Andrew's gentle bites along his collarbone, Justin slaps the younger teen's hands gently and says, "No, thank you, Mrs. Van de Kamp." "Really, are you sure that you don't need anything," Bree inquires and tilting his head Justin says, "Nah." Pushing her red hair behind her ear, Bree nods then takes a seat fiddling with a loose button on Justin's shirt that had been tossed onto the other chair haphazardly.

Nervously Justin slips a hand into Andrew's and tries to still the boy's feverish kisses. "We're fine, Mrs. Van de Kamp," Justin says as the brunette squeezes his hand and Bree smiles politely before rising then reluctantly she sets the shirt down. "I'll see you two at dinner sometime, then. Goodbye, Andrew," the woman states looking at her son with a hint of emotion akin to love in her greens and Andrew nods leaning closer to Justin.

Tilting his head back, Andrew nods leaning closer to Justin and says, "Are you sure there's nothing you want?" "Other than you, no," Justin replies with a content smile and Andrew finds himself in awe in how beautiful the blond is. Once Bree leaves, Andrew sits up to stare down at Justin and traces his fingers along the blonde's lips. The teen's warm breath caresses his fingertips and Andrew trails his fingers down Justin's cheeks and over his throat to his shoulders. Confusion floods the older teen's blues as Andrew unties Justin's hospital gown and lowers it to his waist before following the trail he created with his fingers with his lips. "Andrew, we can't be caught like this," Justin warns even though his fingers are stroking the younger teen's back urging him to continue with desperate moans. "Why not?" Licking his lips before tugging Andrew up for a well-deserved kiss, Justin tangles his fingers in the boy's brunette hair he says, "The doctors wont let you back in if we're caught." Nodding Andrew places one last kiss upon Justin's bare shoulders and reties the older teen's gown then lightly brushes his lips over Justin's.

"You're so gorgeous," the younger teen whispers in Justin's ear and doubtful blues look at Andrew. "You're so cute, Andy," Justin gushes playfully earning a half-hearted glare and Andrew replies, "I'm not cute." Smirking Justin places his hand on the back of the brunette's neck and draws him into a lingering kiss before saying, "Then I can call you Andy." "Yes." Pulling away slightly, Justin holds Andrew's face in his hands and says, "You hate people calling you that." Smiling Andrew leans forward to kiss Justin and pulls back stating, "If you want to call me that, then I'll let you." Brushing his lips over Andrew's knuckles, Justin grins then says, "I love you, Andrew." "Love you, too," Andrew replies and curling up against the blond he closes his eyes lacing his fingers with Justin's.