If I owned GX, you would defiantly know.

Chan: as with most of my fics, this took place during a study support lesson. It came totally out of the blue. I was searching for pictures of Chazz when this little idea popped up in my heard. When most have vivid visions of one of the GX crew huddled in the corner of a room crying, they'd run for the hills. Instead, I wrote this.

This Oneshot's paring: AttcusXAlexis. Enough said

Warnings: incest, implied rape (kind of), very faint traces of mentions of yaoi.

Chan: I hope you enjoy this odd, random little fic!

Dirty

I feel dirty as soon as I wake up. A pair of hands is fastened on my waist, the same pair that was running through my hair last night. I feel like crying.

The first thing I do is dive into the shower and turn the temperature as high as possible. I scrub and scrub until I start to take off my top layer of skin. It hurts, burns, scratches…but I don't care. I probably deserve it. It's all a waste of time anyway as I never have a spare set of clothes and have to pull on the same ones as last night. They're starting to smell. I'll have to change when I get back to my room.

I wish I could leave as soon as I was done washing, but the door makes too much noise. My sibling would wake up and stop me. It's too cold in here. They don't have the heating on this early. They assume everyone is safely tucked up in bed under the blankets. I suppose they are. Everyone normal that is. Everyone who isn't forced to sleep with someone who shares the same mum and dad as them. Everyone who isn't me.

I curl up next to the heater, shivering, hugging my coat closer round myself. I think that the next time I come here I'll have to bring a change of clothes. Warmer clothes. That's when I remember why I why I didn't bring any this time. If anyone saw me com in here carrying clothes then I think they might just guess something is up.

Zane's room is just down the corridor. I blush at the mere thought of him finding out, yet he's the one person who I have found myself on the verge of telling more than once. While I'm sitting next to him in class or those times when we meet each other at the lighthouse. That's his favourite place. Oh lord, it should be him I'm in bed with. DAMNIT! It should be him!

I wasn't aware that I'd started sobbing until I heard the creak from the bed. I lock eyes with my tormenter. A smirk passes across their face.

"What are you doing down there?" snarls the voice I hate so much.

"…warming up…" I mumble.

"What you doing out of bed then?"

"Umm...I was just…" I don't get a chance to finish my sentence.

"Get back here over here, Atty." I flinch at the pet name and have to look away. Not wanting to anger her I get to my feet and walk towards my sister. She grabs my wrist and pulls me down to her, placing her lips firmly against mine. I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss back obediently. Eventually she pulls back and gives me a push to the chest. I stumble back and land on my ass.

"Pathetic." She hisses.

"I'm sorry, Lexi..." I am, once again, speaking to the carpet. She spits right in the middle of my face. Instinctively I reach up to wipe it away.

"Leave it!" she snarls. "Let everyone see how dirty you are." She lies down and turns her back to me. This is my silent que to leave. I shoot out of the room like I'm on fire. I run down the corridor, turn a corner and slam into someone with a loud SMACK.

"Watch where you're going Atticus." Chuckles a deep yet kind voice from above me. I look up to see none other than Zane offering me his hand. I take it in my own and get to my feet, eyes lowered.

"Are you ok?" I nod which is obviously a lie. His eyes narrow as he sees the saliva still gleaming on my cheek. A soft hand cupped my chin and equally soft fingers brushed it away.

"who did that Atty?" coming from his mouth, that name sounds like the most beautiful word in the world, instead of the tarnished horrible swear it is from her lips.

"I... did it my self?" suggested.

"Nice try." A faint hint of laughter around these words. "Do you want to come back to my room? We can talk." I nod eagerly and follow. He sits me down on his bed and wraps the blanket round both of us.

"Are you going to tell me about it?" He asks, staring directly into my eyes, as if he can see to my soul. So what do I do? Tell him, and put an end to this? Let him hate me, despise me and think me to be filthy? Or do I keep quiet, make something up, and keep going back; night after night after night….This is the hardest decision I've ever had to make.

I open my mouth; I think I've found the answer.

End Oneshot

Chan: sorry to leave it there, but I wanted you to be able to make up your own ending. Does Atticus tell? Or keep it quiet? Tell me what you think you'd like the ending to be. Just for fun lol but I might eventually write a second half to this.

Atticus: She's even torturing me now!

Chan: R&R everyone!