AN: I know I said I wouldn't continue this, but my guilty pleasure got the better of me.

"And here we are," Bill sighed as he stopped the car in front of what most people would call a closed, shabby night club. "George?" He took hold of his brother's chin and made him look at him, but the gaze went straight though him. The older felt the knot of guilt tighten and let go, George stayed in the same position as Bill got out and around to open the door for him.

"Come," Bill whispered when unbuckling him. George didn't react, but followed as a pair of strong hands went on his shoulders and almost pulled him out. Bill had to place his feet on the ground before making him stand up. "There you go..." The older hugged around him before closing the door. "No," Bill groaned when seeing the front of George's jeans turn darker. "Why are you pissing yourself? Why do you always have to piss? Always, just a load of piss!"

Bill slammed his fist to the car, it was his fault his little brother was wetting himself. Susan had said George was broken, but he was barely cracked before Bill gave him the shots, now he was torpedoed. "I'm sorry," Bill whispered as he hugged around George again. "I'm so sorry for doing this to you." He pressed his eyes down on the shoulder, but a few tears escaped anyway. George didn't react, just stood there like a wax-statue, the only thing ruining the vision was his slow breathing.

"Home," George moaned at last. Bill's head snapped up, only to find the face just as blank as before.

"Yeah, we'll go home now," Bill answered with a nod and let go of him to fetch their bags. "Home to Angelina and Rick and little Roxanne, that'll be..." His voice broke and he swallowed hard. "Can you walk?" As his big brother's arm was placed around his shoulders George began taking small steps in the direction he was leaded. They entered the night club to find a lobby, a young brunette sitting behind the desk and Bill guided them over.

"Hello, going home now?" She greeted them and swept her eyes over them several times. The older, scarred was definitively the short-worded man she had helped yesterday, but could the mess by his side really be the charming gentleman accompanying him? Yes, the missing ear made it obvious.

"Yeah," Bill sighed, holding George's hand firmly. "We got the rental car still, I couldn't make him walk and..." He licked his lips slowly.

"I'll make sure it's taken care of," she said with a nod and the keys was placed on the desk. "You have to wait a little if you want a port-key. You know where to go." She smiled at them before turning back to her papers.

"Yeah, thanks, bye," Bill muttered before taking his brother with him down the hall and into a waiting-room. "George..." Bill found a handkerchief in the pocket of his jacket and tried wiping off some of the drooling before they sat down in a small couch. Bill put his arms around George and hushed low in his ear, telling himself it would be fine, it would turn out okay.

"So you're sitting here," A familiar voice said and Bill looked up to meet the pale eyes of Svein Olsen.

"Yeah, waiting for a port-key," Bill said and released his brother.

"British ministry? Got one for you about now." The broad man smiled to them and Bill stood up slowly. He had enough with two big bags and his brother to notice where they were going, he just kept an eye at where the beige shirt went and followed. Soon they entered a small room, an old-fashioned key laying on the table. "Should leave in about a minute," Svein told them before closing the door behind them. Bill swallowed hard and loosened his hair while observing George, hoping on an improvement.

"George? Come with your hand," Bill said and placed his brother's fingers to the metal. He took a deep breath before feeling the tugging as the port-key left. A moment later they landed at the British Ministry of Magic, Bill staggered a bit before finding his balance again, but George fell flat on his arse with a small groan. Bill bent down and dragged him to his feet, dusting off the jeans in an attempt at distracting himself from the vacant eyes.

"Come, Georgie-boy," Bill murmured and took a hold around his shoulders, again directing his brother as they went down a hall. No one had come to talk to them, which the oldest found strange, but relaxing. The lift felt stuffed even though it was only three other there and Bill was glad when they stepped out in the Atrium. He found a free fireplace and Flooed to the flat above George's shop, almost getting crammed stuck when they arrived.

"Hi, home already," Angelina said as she came in from the kitchen, carrying Roxanne of soon two years. Bill pressed himself out and put the bags down on the floor before getting George down in the arm-chair. "What happened?" She wanted to know and let the girl down.

"Nothing, he was just a bit out there and I had to give him some and, well," Bill muttered. Angelina knelt down in front of her husband and furrowed her brows at the blank face, it wasn't the first time she had seen it and she never liked it.

"How out there?"¨another voice asked and Bill turned to see Charlie leaning on the door-frame.

"We met this girl and he didn't take his pills and got sick so I had to give him a shot, then he threw a right tantrum when I tried giving him them again and I didn't have a choice, I had to give him another shot," Bill defended himself with, even though there was no excuse for what he had done. "I had to, and now he's... He's..." Bill began shaking and swallowed hard before bolting into the bathroom. He began crying as he threw up and Charlie came to hold his hair out of the way.

"It's not your fault," Charlie said and sat down beside him.

"Yes, it is, I broke him," Bill said hoarsely and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Charlie opened his arms and Bill didn't need to be asked twice before accepting the hug.

"He'll be fine, he have been like this before, but he's always been fine," Charlie said, but Bill kept crying, he didn't believe his brother's words, it was different this time.

"I'm a terrible brother," Bill whispered when he stopped crying. He had slid down and was now clinging to Charlie's arm.

"What are you talking about? You're the best big brother anyone could ask for," Charlie said and ran a hand over Bill's hair.

"I made him a vegetable," Bill whispered.

"No, he'll come around," Charlie argued again. Bill just sniffed and hung onto the arm. "Maybe you should go home?" he asked, but Bill shook his head. "Well, we can't sit here forever."

"Yes, we can," Bill said stubbornly.

"No, we can't. Let's go out in the living-room again." Charlie tried standing up, but Bill held him back. "Bill... Stand up."

"No," Bill said. Charlie sighed, understanding his older brother blamed himself too much to see George again.

"Bill, it's not your fault, I don't think so, so why do you?" Charlie said, but Bill didn't answer, it was too obvious. "Stand up or I'm carrying you out."

"You do that," Bill muttered, still holding on to the arm. Charlie sighed before gripping better around Bill's back and put his other arm behind his knee's, causing Bill to let go at last.

"Is it any wonder my back hurts," Charlie groaned as he got to his feet with great difficulty and walked out to the sofa where he sat down heavy. Bill had gripped around his neck and was not letting go again. Angelina threw a quick look at them before stroking her hand over George's hair.

"Can you be a big boy and blow your nose," she said and held a paper towel to George's face. He was just as catatonic and she wiped the snot off.

"Bill, you're acting like a baby, you know that?" Charlie said as Bill rested his head down on his brother's shoulder, his breath going fast. "Bill?"

"George, wanna go to bed?" Angelina asked her husband. When she didn't get any answer she made him stand up and took him with her into the bedroom.

"Bill? Wouldn't it be best if you went home?" Charlie asked and made his brother sit up to see his face.

"No, I don't..." Bill muttered, he had no desire to see his wife and hear her thoughts on what he had done to George.

"Wanna go home to my place, then?" Charlie said and furrowed his brows at Bill's shallow breathing.

"Hell no." Bill wanted even less to hear those accusations.

"Wanna sit her some more?" Charlie said at last, but Bill shook his head. "Then you're going home and I'm coming with you." Charlie stood up, almost knocking Bill down on the floor, but he found his balance and went over to the fireplace, Flooing to Shell Cottage with a feeling of emptiness. Charlie followed him, leaving the bags at George's, they didn't need them now anyway.

"Anybody home?" Bill called in a hollow voice and was relieved when no one answered.

"Where are they?" Charlie asked.

"Who gives a fuck," Bill muttered.

"Bill," Charlie sighed. "I think you need to sleep. Or eat, when was last you ate?"

"No," Bill just said.

"Why are you like this?" Charlie asked with furrowed brows. Bill refused to answer and Charlie sighed before putting an arm around Bill's back and made him walk up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"Now what?" Bill asked flatly when Charlie closed the door behind them.

"We are either going to talk or sleep, your choice."

"What is there to talk about? I broke him!" Bill cried and threw his hands up in anger.

"Fine." Charlie began button down his shirt, he knew his brother needed something as simple as laying next to someone and sleep.

Bill stared at him for a minute before undressing himself and laid down between the sheets facing the wall. Charlie crawled in behind him and put a muscular arm around Bill's waist. The older let out a heavy breath before turning. Charlie was almost smiling at him and he snuggled closer, allowing himself to be vulnerable just for now.

"Charlie? What if he isn't all right?" Bill whispered into his brother's chest as the tears began rolling again.

"But he will be." He has to be. Charlie wouldn't let the doubt get the better of him. Soon Bill fell asleep in the tight embrace and Charlie settled into a slumber.

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"Bill?" Fleur said softly when finding the brothers in the bed hours later. She had just come home from shopping with the kids and was supposed to put some things away when hearing Charlie's snores and went to investigate. "Love?" She sat down and brushed her hand over Bill's hair, but it was Charlie who awoke.

"Hi," he said and cleared his throat. "He was a bit down and I thought this would make him see clearer." Bill finally stirred, but stayed close to his brother. Fleur looked from one to the other several times.

"Charlie? I have to go to the loo..." The unspoken part of the message passed between the brothers and Charlie nodded and sat up. As Bill crawled up on his brother's lap Fleur tried hard not to seem judging about her husband. She moved and Charlie got out on the edge before standing up and carried a pale Bill to the bathroom.

Bill was ashamed of it, but he didn't even manage to sit on the toilet without Charlie's strong arms around him.

"I'm sorry," Bill got out before breaking out in sobs. Charlie tried hushing reassuring to him and he calmed a bit after a minute.

"I'm going over to George again to see how he's doing. I'll send you an owl," Charlie said and Bill swallowed hard, maybe, just maybe their little brother was okay.

"I'm done," Bill muttered and Charlie grabbed the toilet paper without much surprise.

With a lot of effort Bill could at least walk back to the bed by himself where his wife was ready to fuss over him. After an hour he was ready to go down and eat, but was happy the children was outside making their noise.

The letter arrived when he was almost done with the sandwich. Something seemed to settle in him when seeing it was in George's handwriting.

I'm fine, relax.

(You're worse than Mum sometimes)

Come by and pick up the tent soon or the kids will tear it apart.

Bill shook his head in amusement, George really was okay, he hadn't broken his brother.

AN: I have no idea what's going on in my head when I manage to churn out this amount of crazy. And look, it's Charlie, it's Charlie! *do little dance of happy*