Im so sorry that it took me so long to post, i had idea block and shout out to PrincessMialyn for great ideas!

"I'm going up to start dinner Stanford!" yelled Fiddleford over the loud noise of the torch. Stanford was melting together two pieces of metal that would form the giant triangle that the portal was to sit inside. Hearing the other man yelling over to him, Stanford turned off the torch and lifted the dark welders face mask.

"Is it that time already?" questioned Stanford setting down the torch and taking the heavy duty gloves off.

Fiddleford nodded his head, "Yeah, I'm sure Stanley would love some dinner right about now as well".

"I'll be right behind you Fidds," said Stanford, "I just want to look over some of these equations again, see if I missed something."

"Alright, but if you're not upstairs by the time I have dinner ready, then I'll have to send your brother down for you." Replied Fiddleford as he walked to the exit.

"It won't take that long, I'll be right behind you." yelled Stanford. Stanford started looking at the work on paper and jot down some notes to the side, questions he would ask his friend about later after dinner tonight.

Stanford got through a couple of pages when he heard the faint sound of a scream, it was Fiddleford's voice. Looking up from his papers, Stanford shot up from his chair and ran towards the elevator that went to the upstairs. Worry started to set in, what could have happened that made Fidds scream like that?

After the longest elevator ride of the century, he got to the living room when he found the two men. Fiddleford was on his knees on the ground gently shaking Stanley who was lying on the floor unconscious.

"Stanley!" screamed Ford as he ran to the other side of his brother, leaning down and patting his face to try to get him to wake up.

Stanley's eyes started to open

"Stanley! Stanley. You awake? Come on look at me," Stanford started to relax once he noticed his brother was waking up from his 'unexpected' nap.

Stanley groaned and started to sit up, "Sixer, what happened? How did I end up on the floor?"

"I don't know, I was hoping you would be able to tell me that." Replied Stanford

"Hey guys, I think he was on the phone with someone." Fiddleford said from a couple feet away. Stanford didn't even see the man move. He was too worried with what was happening with his brother to notice what was happening around him.

They could all hear someone on the other line shouting. Fiddleford picked up the receiver and said a small Hello.

After a few moments, and a couple of 'yes sir' answers, Fiddleford hung up the phone.

"Fidds," said Stanford, "who was it?"

"It was Phillip, he said that he was talking to Stanley and suddenly he heard something happen over the other line and he was yelling into the phone for the past 5 minutes for him," Said Fiddleford.

"Stanley," said Stanford looking at his brother, "do you remember talking to Phillip?"

Something was wrong, Stanley wouldn't look at him, and he started to pick at one of his scars on his arm covered by his sleeves.

"Stanley," started Ford in a gentle voice, "what did Phillip say to you?"

The picking turned to scratching, not wanting Lee to hurt himself Stanford placed his brother's hands in his own.

"Lee?"

Stanley looked up at his brother, "It's…..Its….its him. He's back" whispered Stanley.

Stanford knew exactly who his brother was talking about, the person who has been giving his brother nightmares and scared him for the rest of his life.

"Who is back?" murmured Fiddleford, "What's going on Ford?"

"Fiddleford, did Phillip say anything else before he hung up?" said Stanford looking at his old college buddy.

"Yeah, um he said that he would be on the next plane to Oregon." replied Fiddleford.

Stanford grunted and started to help his brother up to a standing position.

"Good," gruffed Stanford, "I've got a lot of questions to ask that bastard."

….

After Stanford got his twin into bed and Fiddleford gave him a nice warm bowl of soup, both men went downstairs to sit at the table. Stanford was too busy trying to come up with some sort of plan in his head before he noticed that Fiddleford was trying to get his attention.

"Yes Fidds, I know…I ow you an explanation." said Stanford.

"I would be nice to know what was going on so that I could help you Ford. I don't mean to pry into family matters but it seems that that's not an option anymore." replied Fiddleford.

"Indeed," Huffed Stanford. "In the short months that you have observed my brother, what have you noticed?"

"Well," started Fiddleford, "I am not a specialist on people and their behaviors, but I have noticed that he seems to rely on you for many things, even without noticing it. Even though I have been living with the man for a while, he never seems totally comfortable with me. I mean more than when I first came here, he wouldn't even come into the room if you weren't there with him. When he gets nervous, he touches his neck subconsciously quite a lot and I am quite sure there is something going on with his arms too with the way he covers them. But really I'm not much of a people person compared to mechanics and its equations."

Fiddleford ended his observations with a small laugh while rubbing his neck.

Stanford looked at his friend, amazed as always when his friend shows just how much smarter he is compared to himself. If Stanford was in his shoes, he would have never noticed all of those things not being much of a people person.

"I know I never really talked about my brother much at school…" said Stanford.

"You never really did actually." interrupted Fiddleford.

"Well, after Stanley was kicked out of the house…"

"What!" interrupted Fiddleford again, "why would anyone do that to a person!"

"He messed up Fidds," said Stanford, "he ruined my future and my father couldn't take it anymore so he kicked him out."

"So only your future mattered then? To hell with whatever happens to a kid on the streets then." exclaimed Fiddleford.

"My future Fidds," said Stanford, "I could have gone to the best college out there and he ruined it. Just like everything else he does. But I never thought that…."

Stanford's face scrunched up into disgust.

"Stanford?"

"I just…just." murmured Stanford. "I never thought that something like that could have happened, not to him. That night, I was to mad to even think about the consequences of what would happen to an under aged kid at that time I guess. And after I got to college, I buried myself in studies and never really thought about that night or my brother ever again."

"What happened?" said Fiddleford

Stanford sucked in some breath and sighed, "Well it sounds like the first couple of years he was a salesman, and then went to jail a couple of times. Then, I was told that one of the men he escaped jail with he went into business with. When he left, the man didn't take kindly to Lee stealing from him as well."

"Oh Stanley," sighed Fiddleford.

"Then I find out that the man kidnapped him, and did horrible things to him." Stanford shuttered, "He doesn't even know how long he was there for but it felt like forever."

"And that's where Phillip comes in right?" said Fiddleford.

"Yes, he saved him and brought him home, and the rest is history." finished Stanford. "Please don't tell him that you know, not yet anyway. I promised him I would never tell you unless you figured it out yourself."

Fiddleford looked over to the stairs and thought on what he just heard. Everything made sense now, but now that he knows it made him feel even worse than not knowing.

"Of course," said Fiddleford, "I won't say a word."

….

Stanley woke up, his head didn't hurt as much as last night but the ache was still there. Turning over, he saw the bowl of soup on the dresser.

'Cold by now.' He thought as he sat up and rubbed his face, trying to wake up. Flipping off the covers and setting his feet onto the floor, he got up and put on one of his brothers sweaters. The seasons changing made the weather colder in the mornings and got warmer in the afternoons.

Making his way down the stairs, he noticed that both men were already up and around. His brother went into the kitchen towards Fiddleford.

"I had a talk with Bill this morning about our plan Fidds." Said Stanford

"You really shouldn't talk to him anymore Ford, he's not good news." replied Fiddleford.

"Bill?" questioned Stanford, "he's my friend and he helps me, I don't want him to worry that I'm staying away forever, just for a little while until we get things situated."

Fiddleford nodded his head, "What did he say to that?"

"He said that it's understandable but not to stay away for too long." replied Stanford.

At this point, Stanley made it to the kitchen and cleared his throat to let them know that he was standing there.

"So, uh, who's this Bill guy?" started Stanley.

Stanford looked up at his brother, "My muse. How are we feeling today?" Said Stanford as he sat down with his plate and started to eat.

"Right," said Stanley not believing a word his brother said. "My head still hurts but I'm good. Phillip should be here soon right?" Sitting down at the table to start eating with the others, he didn't have much of an appetite today though it seemed.

"Right," said Stanford, "he took the first plane out and according to my calculations he should be here in the next hour and 45 minutes, if traffic is good."