A/N: Hello! I'm back! And I'm updating! Go me! This is the last one till after finals are over, okay? Which mean, maybe another one towards the end of December, kay?

Still don't own, still don't get money… please enjoy…

THERE IS SLASH!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! DO NOT PESTER ME WITH FLAMING MAILSPAM!! IT SMELLS BAD!!! XD

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A few hours later, Josh was sitting on his bed with his laptop while looking over at Drake who was tossing and turning in his sleep. He was worried about if Drake started to freak out in his sleep. It was hard for him to climb up there fast in the dark. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair while looking down at his work. He was writing out his thoughts in hopes of making them make sense. Something, something bad had happened to Drake at the club and he wated to know what it was so he could FIX it. He hated it when his brother was upset, because even though they were opposites and they did have their arguments, he still loved Drake very much. 'Maybe a bit too much,' he thought to himself with a blush.

Mindy had demanded a reason to their break up, had screamed and even resorted to attempted violence before leaving but for once, Josh had refused to break. Refused. He didn't want her to know that when they were together he was thinking of something he'd rather be doing with Drake. Or if it was a movie, how much Drake would like this part and he felt himself wanting to turn and ASK Drake but he wasn't there, only Mindy. There were jokes he'd find funny and things he'd find weird but Mindy, Mindy put LOGIC into everything. The jokes weren't funny, they were beneath her. The weird wasn't weird, it could be explained and she'd give him an indulgent grin, not a smile, just a grin when he'd give a whine.

Drake, Drake would laugh with him, turn it into an inside joke. The weird things, Drake would agree and usually top with something else. When Josh would whine, Drake would either say something sarcastic and then smile at him, wide and the kind that made girls swoon or he'd just smile outright and he'd give Josh something or do something that would just make the taller brunette happy again. Drake had an effect of Josh. Plain and simple. And no one, no one could top it. Nor did he want them to top it. He wanted Drake. He wanted to keep him safe from nights like this happening and he wanted to be there when Drake went back on stage. He was there the first time he was on MTV and he was going to make even more happen for Drake.

He shut down word and started looking up books or classes about business and management and tips about how to manage a singer. He would make Drake's dream come true if it killed him.

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Drake woke from his nightmare to the sound of furious key strokes on a keyboard and sat up slowly, wincing at the way his pains made themselves known. "Josh?" he grumbled, carefully swinging his legs over the side so he could lean to see is brother better. "What are you doing? It's really late man… Shouldn't you be getting sleep?"

"Drake! Do you need more aspirin?" Josh asked, as he set aside his computer and headed for his brother.

"Nah… I think I'm okay," he said with catlike stretch. "AH!" he winced and bit his lip, breathing heavily a moment. Before he could open his mouth, Josh was holding out a water bottle and pills.

"Just take them man… You're in pain, humor me?" he asked softly, looking at Drake with sad, pained eyes.

Drake obediently took the pills before sighing. "Josh?"

"Yeah man?"

"Do… do you think I could sleep with you?"

Josh blinked at Drake and nodded, "Course, here, lemme help you down," he said helping Drake so he didn't hurt himself further.

"Thanks bro," he said as Josh grabbed his pillow and ushered him over to his bed. Josh shut down his laptop and lay down next to where Drake had curled up. He turned out the lights and lay there.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked after Drake had spent at least five minutes squirming.

"Not really. I'd prefer that we try to work on forgetting what happened tonight," Drake muttered to the blankets.

"Look man, I'm worried about you… It's… It's like you lost your spark," Josh whispered to him, watching the slighter boy carefully.

"I think I might have," Drake whispered softly with a sigh.

"Drake… I want to help, how can I?"

"Not now, Josh, I just, I want to sleep…"

"Oh…okay…"

After several more minutes in the quiet of the dark Josh felt a pressure worm its way into his side. He looked and saw Drake there, curling into his warmth. He put his arm around him and held him close as the slighter boy settled in and seemed to relax more than before. "Goodnight Drake," he whispered, kissing the red-brown hair.