(A/N: thank you for the wonderful response. This is going to be a chapter story. And yes, I have finally found a plot. Since I'm proof-reading the next chapter of Dollhouse now, I thought I should update this. Important: Since this is from Justin's POV, I have used a LOT of scientific terms. If you don't understand them, just scroll to the end of the chapter, I've given the meaning there.)

Chapter 2

Glow: to shine brightly and steadily, especially without a flame

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It was some malfunction of magic, or some after effect of some stupid spell, or some curse of some stupid creature, or maybe some side effects induced by some potion, okay? There's no other logical, scientific, technical explanation for the glowing necklace in front of him.

And maybe she was still weighed down by grief, maybe she didn't notice, maybe there's a statistically great possibility that she won't see the necklace glowing in her hands.

"It's glowing", her voice was a faint whisper, but he heard it all right, and okay, so maybe she did notice.

His forehead and arms suddenly began to sweat. (He wasn't scared, okay? It was just too hot.) There was the sound of the fan-blades moving, the clock tickling in the wall with girl wallpaper, the occasional sound of dogs barking, some weird guy playing flute at this abnormal hour of the day (night), but yeah, the sound of sobs had stopped.

"Justin…" she whispered again, and he was unable to figure out the emotion convened by her voice. "It's glowing…"

The list of statistical, rational, logical explanations that he could provide to her was being prepared in his head, and he was trying to group them into sets, but maybe, just maybe, they all turned out to be null sets. And then the panic button on his brain was turned on, and the only rational option that he could think of was to run away from the room, from the house, from the city, from the country, so okay, maybe that wasn't such a rational option after all.

"You still love me…" she whispered, and his brain was definitely undergoing a malfunction, because he could not decipher whether it was a question or a statement.

"You're my sister…." he finally found his voice, and okay, so maybe that wasn't an explanation, but it's the first thing that came to his mind, okay?

He looked up at her. She was looking at the glowing necklace around her neck, placed there by her brother, gently holding it and tilting it near her face with her left hand, and caressing it with the thumb of her right hand. And okay, so maybe this was bad.

"I don't know…." She whispered, finally looking back at him.

His brain enlisted the possible things that she didn't know about, like what the Edgebono Utosis spell was used for, or what was Newton's third law of motion, or who led the liberation movement in Indonesia, but okay, maybe not.

"What?" he finally risked asking her. And then there was the sound of footsteps towards him, and he wondered if his Organ of Corti was playing tricks on him, but then she was standing right in front of him, and okay, so maybe his rhodopsin and iodopsin pigments were not working.

"I don't know if I still love you…" she blurted out in a totally terrified tone, and okay, on second thoughts, maybe his Organ of Corti was showing malfunction.

His hands were shaking, and he blamed the afferent and efferent nerves running through his body and all the pseudo-unipolar neurons. He was sweating more profusely, his heart beat had increased, and his breathing was deeper, so okay, welcome to work adrenalin.

The next thing he knew was that the necklace was being placed around his neck, and he held his breath, analyzing the statistical possibility of it not glowing.

The statistical result was simple: zero.

And it glowed.

There was the sound of the fan-blades moving, the clock tickling in the wall with girl wallpaper, the occasional sound of dogs barking, some weird guy playing flute at this abnormal hour of the day (night) and yeah, the sound of her as sank down onto the floor and began to cry.

"Alex…" he whispered, trying hard to make his sound normal, and succeeding, except maybe it quavered a little, just a little, and maybe a lump was rising in his throat.

He carefully began to process his next words, searching for all the alphabets he would need. But she beat him to it. "Let's give it a try."

And his brain again enlisted all the possible things that 'it' can refer to, like pizza with pineapple topping, Max's marshmallow surprise, getting a permanent tattoo, trying a forbidden spell, so okay, maybe not.

"Let's give us a try." She stated more clearly this time, looking up at him with those hopeful, pleading, desperate, frantic, needy eyes.

"You're my sister…" he repeated in a much clearer tone, except maybe it sounded a bit pained. And okay, so maybe he should close the window, because the wind was making his hair messier. (Not because the full moon's light was creating a romantic atmosphere and making him vulnerable, okay?)

There was the sound of the fan-blades moving, the clock tickling in the wall with girl wallpaper, the occasional sound of dogs barking, some weird guy playing flute at this abnormal hour of the day (night), and then the world blurred out as she got up and ran into his arms.

His cerebellum (or was it cerebrum?) lost control of his body, as his hands snaked themselves around her waist, and for one moment he stopped thinking, just breathing in the scent of her hair.

And then his vocabulary and the words he had learnt from the thousand books he read, and the words he had mugged up from the dictionary one Sunday evening, suddenly rushed back to him, and his mind was flooded by words like 'sick', 'disgusting', 'wrong', 'taboo', and then there were two more words- 'dang it.'

His lips crashed on hers and they looked at each other's eyes. And for the first time in his life, Justin Russo stopped caring about right and wrong, and good and bad, and okay, everything else that mattered.

"It'll end bad." He warned.

"How bad?" she had the nerve to ask.

"It's not practical." He whispered, trying to keep the tone of defeat away from his voice, and failing miserably, so okay, that wasn't her answer.

"How bad?" she asked again.

His brain instantly prepared a directory of things that could go wrong, but he decided to settle for the worst.

"We can die." He stated bluntly.

A chuckle escaped from her mouth. "Are we alive now?"

He considered her question for 99.5 microseconds, because if they were standing in the darkness in his room, holding each other in their arms, with a glowing necklace around his neck, maybe they were dreaming, maybe this was an alternate reality, maybe they were trapped in a parallel dimension that he had been reading about, and maybe they were already past death.

But there was the feeling of her heart beating at a rapid pace against his chest, and the feeling of her hot breath tickling his neck, so okay, maybe they were still alive.

"Okay." He finally gave in. "Let's give this a try."

She looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, and his brain enlisted all the features that their faces had in common, all the common genes they shared.

And he just happened to reach out to her and grab her shoulders harshly, shaking her ruthlessly to try to invoke some sense into her. "Are you sure?" he whispered as he finally released her.

"Yes", she whispered as she choked on her tears. "Let the crime begin."

And then there was the sound of the fan-blades moving, the clock tickling in the wall with girl wallpaper, the occasional sound of dogs barking, some weird guy playing flute at this abnormal hour of the day (night), and yeah, the sound of sobs, as she sat back on his bed.

He sighed, yanking the necklace off his neck and placing it gently on the table, still finding it impossible to walk with the wounded leg, and finally staggered back to his bed, sitting down beside her.

"So…." He whispered wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"So?" she whispered back.

"You think she'll be all right?" he asked, and his lachrymal gland finally began to work.

She shook her head. "I don't know…"

"He'd be fine." He whispered, visualizing wolves howling in a bloodcurdling forest.

She nodded. "We'll be fine too."

There was hope and confidence and resolution in her voice, and okay, so maybe he believed her.

They'd be fine, as long as they had each other, but that time seemed to be becoming short.

The hourglass was ticking. Their world was falling apart.

Their doom was beginning.

(Okay, here are the scientific terms, in case you didn't understand something:
1. organ of corti: responsible for hearing, present in ear

2. Rhodopsin, iodopsin: pigments present in eye, responsible for vision

3. Adrenalin: a hormone

4. Cerebellum, cerebrum: parts of brain

5. Afferent and efferent nerves: two types of nerves

6. Pseudo-unipolar neuron: a type of neuron

7. Lachrymal gland: tear gland, secrets tears

8. Set: a collection of well-defined objects

9. Null set: an empty set, containing no element

See, being a nerd helps writing fan fictions LOL)

(A/N: please review, pretty please! :-s I'm currently working on this fic, so reviews will inspire me. So far, it's becoming too dark. I think I'll have to change the rating to M in later chapters because of the darkness of this fic.)