AN: Okay, I totally suck at updating. Sorry this is short, but I figured I should put something up. I really appreciate all the reviews and follow-ing and stuff. =)

Also I must apologize for how it just sort of cuts off at the end. So…sorry! =/

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable.

"What the heck!" Molly shouted as she jumped up from the couch, glaring at Colt.

Colt held his hands up in self defense, "Whoa! I didn't do anything!"

Molly grabbed her brothers sleeve and pulled him away from Colt, "Yeah, right! You told me you knew karate!"

"Yeah, but I didn't hurt James!"

"Then why-"

"Molly!" James cut in, gently placing his hand on his sisters shoulder, "Colt helped me. He didn't hurt me at all."

Molly squinted her eyes at Colt for a while before asking James, "You swear?"

James nodded exasperated, then jerked his head like he just realized something. "Wait…" he waved a finger between his angry sister and his new friend, "How do you know each other?"

Molly and Colt looked at each other. Colt shrugged grinning he said, "We go way back."

Molly relaxed and waved at Colt to close the door. Colt did in silence and then turned to take a quick look around the room.

Even though the house was small and a little old looking, the furniture all looked new and expensive. Black leather couches, thick carpets, and a giant flat screen hanging on the wall.

James got Colt's attention and told him to follow him to the bathroom so they could clean up.

Molly glared at them both as they slunk past.

Once inside the bathroom James pulled out a First Aid Kit form under the sink. "Sorry about that. Even though I'm a year older, see can get really protective."

Colt rinsed the blood from his mouth. "Yeah, I know how that goes," he said thinking of Rocky. "It's not always a bad thing though," he added remembering the way that kid had looked after Colt had almost knocked him out.

James laughed. "It is bad when it's your little sister!"

Colt smiled. "Okay, maybe. The question though is she going to rat you out to your parents?"James thought for a moment. "She usually would, but I think having you here might make her re-think that."

Colt hoped up on the counter and watched as James washed out the worse of his cuts. "Why would I make her re-think telling your parents you got the crap kicked out of you?"

James shot Colt a look. "Wow. Thanks for that. I wouldn't say I got the crap…well. Okay, maybe I did." He winced as he poured some peroxide in a deeper cut. "She likes you. She won't risk getting you in trouble."

Colt chuckled. "What makes you say she likes me?" He couldn't help but notice the way his heart jumped a little. He decided to ignore it.

James shrugged and put a gauzy band-aid over a cut on his side. "Dude, she let you in the house." James looked over and saw the perplexed look on Colts face. "She's protective remember? She wouldn't let just anyone waltz into the house if they came home with me looking like this." He gestured to his bruised body. "She must like you. At least a little."

Colt shook his head. "Oh-kay. In that case let's get her to order us some Pizza. I'm starving." Colt was planning on giving her money to pay for it, he just didn't want to have to talk to anyone on the phone.