A/N: Okay, so I decided to continue. Are you guys happy about that? This chapter has skipped eight years. I don't know if I've mentioned that, but Addison is eight and Archer is twelve now. If you do have any ideas for a chapter, or for something that could happen during thier life, please let me know and I'll see if I can add it for you.

Enjoy.

From the age of four, Addison had started taking ballet lessons each week. It was something her mother had suggested and Addison hadn't objected to the idea, learning from her brother that it was best to just agree. She had been learning ballet for four years now and had managed to perfect it, picking up each new step with ease. Her best friend, Savannah, had joined as well, but had found it harder than Addison, quitting after a year.

Addison didn't mind though, she had a few friends there, but she wasn't as close to them as she was with Savannah. She found that not a lot of kids liked her really, she wasn't sure why though. Addison had just come to accept the fact that she didn't fit in with a lot of kids. She had Savannah and Archer, she didn't really need anyone else.

Her parents had found that from a young age she was quite bright, a lot brighter than most kids her age. She was able to pick most things up with ease, tackling every problem that came her way. This made her parents happy, them making big plans for her future.

Addison sighed as she picked up her bag after ballet. She glanced at herself in the large mirrors that filled one wall as she left the studio, heading outside to meet Archer who was waiting to take her home. Their parents worked a lot, meaning that Archer took a lot of care of his sister, their bond only growing stronger over the years.

Addison smiled as she saw twelve year old Archer stood outside waiting for her. She made her way towards him and he smiled down at her.

"Hey little sis, how was ballet?" Archer ruffled her hair, making her swat his hands away with her own small ones.

"Archieeee." She whined.

"What?" He teased. "Am I messing your hair up?" He chuckled.

"Yessss." Addison stepped back from him.

"Aww, I'm sorry Ads. Come on, let's go home." He held his hand out for his little sister who took it and they began to walk down the street. "Learn anything new today?"

"Not really." Addison shook her head, kicking a stone as they walked along, her hand securely in Archer's.

"Ah, okay." He nodded. "Hey, mum and dad aren't going to be home for dinner, how about we stop somewhere?" He smiled down at his sister.

"Okay." Addison grinned, she loved spending time with her brother. Archer found them a nice little café to stop in on the way home and got Addison settled at a table before he ordered them some food. Addison swung her legs under her chair as she waited for Archer to return with their food. She loved going out to eat with Archer, he always made it fun, unlike her parents, but they only ever went out to eat with them when it was work related.

"Here we go." Archer placed their food down on the table and smiled at Addison as he sat down.

"Thank you Archie." Addison grinned, picking up her drink carefully and taking a sip. Archer smiled as he watched his sister begin to eat her chips. "Is Mary home?" Addison referred to their maid who acted as a nanny as well.

"She was when I left." Archer nodded, eating some of his own chips.

"When are mum and dad going to be home?"

"I don't know Ads." Archer watched her.

"Okay." She continued to swing her legs.

"You okay sis?" Archer frowned slightly.

"Yes." She nodded, eating more chips.

"Okay…" Archer wasn't too convinced, he could always tell when something was troubling his sister. Addison reached forward and took a sip of her drink, looking at him over the rim of her glass. "Are you really alright Ads?"

Addison sighed, putting her glass back down. "Mum and dad are never home anymore. Don't they like us?"

"Hey, it's not our fault okay? Don't ever think that. They just have to work a lot. It's not our fault okay?" Archer looked at his sister seriously before she nodded and began eating again.

"Can we play Ludo when we get home?" Addison looked at Archer with wide eyes, before picking up a chicken nugget and eating it.

"Sure." Archer smiled. "What colour do you want to be?"

"Red!" Addison grinned.

Archer laughed softly at her. "You're always red."

"I like red."

"I know." He smiled and they finished eating. Archer stood up, holding out his hand to Addison who took it and they made their way from the café. "Want an ice cream?" Archer looked down at his sister as they passed an ice cream van.

"Yes please." Addison grinned, watching as her brother got her an ice cream and she accepted it gratefully, holding onto the cone with both hands so not to drop it. Archer took hold of her bag and they walked home.

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Addison awoke suddenly, her nightmare fresh in her mind. The tears soon gathered in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks as she looked into the darkness and felt even more scared.

"Archie?" She whispered quietly, hugging her teddy closer, her only answer being silence, making more tears flow. Slowly Addison stood from her bed, hugging her teddy as close as she could as she walked through the darkness and pulled open her bedroom door, stepping out onto the silent landing.

"Archie?" She called again, once again getting no response. Addison made her way down the landing and to her brother's room, where she took hold of the door handle and pulled it down, pushing open the door.

"Archie?" She whispered, looking at the bed where he slept. "Archie?"

Archer mumbled and turned over in bed, beginning to stir. "Mhhmmm, Ads?" He asked groggily, opening his eyes and blinking at her. Addison nodded and walked closer, hugging her teddy close as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Hey, Ads, what's wrong?" He sat up instantly, holding his arms out for his sister who climbed onto the bed and snuggled close to him as he tightly wrapped his arms around her. "What's wrong?"

"I had a bad dream." Addison whispered, burring her face into Archer's chest.

"Hey, it's okay, it was just a dream. I'm here, you're safe now." He played with her hair, kissing the top of his head and running a hand up and down her back. "Do you want to sleep in here with me now?" Archer looked down at Addison who nodded. "Okay, come on."

They got down under the covers, Archer holding Addison close, knowing she was scared and that their parents probably weren't home. He pulled the covers tighter to them, watching as Addison drifted off to sleep. He let out a sigh, the responsibility of Addison was being given to him more and more each day.