FIVE, BABY!!!!!

"Need For Speed." Men were so predicable it was hilarious at times.

I waited patiently as Colle switched games, waiting for him to realize I was standing at the door. Abe saw me first and whistled, making my whole face shining bright red. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Hey Colle, you're going to want to check this out." He said, and Colle looked up, meeting my eyes. We just stared at each other for a minute, then I looked down.

"Hi." I mumbled, walking into the room. I sat myself down where Colle was sitting earlier, next to Abe on the couch. Of course this was probably not the best place to sit, because Colle got very, very, very jealous, even over stuff like this.

"Hey cutie, there you are." Colle said, grabbing my hand from my lap. He pulled me to my feet and sat back down, then pulled me down on top of him. Yup, he was definitely jealous. Wow, that was really easy.

"Sorry." I said, playing with the silky strands of his dyed hair, smoothing it so that all the colors blended in. I must admit, it had a very nice affect to it, almost like it was sparkling. Wait, guys weren't supposed to sparkle. Oh well, that was what it was doing, and it was only his hair. I let my hands drop into my lap.

"I'll pick the track." Abe said, and Colle looked up in protest. Now that was so not fair, because if Colle picked, then there was absolutely no chance for Abe to win. Time to even out the odds.

Very, very slowly, so that he'd barely notice at first, I reached my hands up until they were lying against his shirt, just brushing him lightly. Then I moved one hand up into his hair, once again playing with the beautiful locks.

Colle inhaled sharply and looked down at me. I smiled playfully as Abe picked the track.

"Colle, pick your car." He said, and that snapped Colle out of his trance. He picked his favorite car, one that did pretty well on all tracks, but not so well in sand. Well, I guess we'd better let Abe pick the conditions then.

"Colle, you have something…" I trailed off, then moved the hand that was resting on his chest to his cheek, pretending to be brushing something off. Then I cupped his cheek in my hand, unable to stop my breath from coming out in ragged gasps. This should not be happening.

I ran my thumb over his crystal smooth lips, then pulled away abruptly as Abe coughed, nearly landing myself on the floor. Yeah, that would have been graceful.

"Ready to start?" Abe asked, and Colle nodded, gulping. My work here was done, and now it might actually be a fair fight.

Ten minutes, three laps, and two diversions later, Abe was laughing hysterically as his driver held the trophy. He had won fair and square on the race, because the only times I had distracted Colle was to stop him from gaining an unfair advantage.

"Well, well, we should have Abrianna over more often." Abe said, and I blushed again. It had happened a lot during the race, and I was afraid my face might permanently turn red because of it.

"Hey, she cheats." Colle said, though he was smiling down at me. I looked into his eyes bashfully, looking under my eyelashes, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. Yeah, I was forgiven. It was only a matter of time anyways, Colle loved me.

"Nice game, bro." Abe said, sounding more like the teenager he was and less like the too young college student striving to be a walking encyclopedia.

"Yeah, very nice." Colle said, and the two shook hands. Aww, that was so cute. Brothers actually getting along, even when one just completely annihilated another at a race.

I was about to say something when there was a knock on the door, followed by a loud pounding. Impatient much? Colle sighed and got up, me trailing after him like a lost puppy. Abe was turning off the Xbox and putting things away, always the neat freak. I didn't want to get in his way.

Colle threw open the door, and standing there was a middle-aged man wearing a blood soaked t-shirt and some ripped pants. He looked horrible as he reached a hand out to Colle, who took it without a word, staring at the man in both shock and hatred.

"Colle….." The man said, then pitched forward, toward the ground. Colle caught him wordlessly, lowering him to the floor with care. I could only stare in horror and confusion as Colle left, going into the living room. Probably to get Abe.

I was left alone in the entryway with the unconscious man, unable to do anything but watch over him, hoping someone from the other apartments didn't come walking by. I had no idea how I was supposed to cover this up.

Colle returned with Abe in tow, who looked at the man with horror.

"Help me get him to the couch." Abe said, and both he and Colle lifted the bleeding man up. I shut the door and followed, still shocked into silence. This was not your average situation, even for me.

The man was placed on the couch as Abe went to get some medical supplies to patch the guy up. There were a few rapidly healing cuts on his cheek, so I immediately knew he was an Alunai, but how does he know Colle, and why did Colle seem so angry at the man? All I was sure about was that my life was about to get a lot more interesting.

* * * * *

The man awoke about three hours later, and by that time Garett was home. Abe had patched the man up the best he could, but with the wounds in all different stages of healing it was really difficult to determine if he was okay or not.

"Boys, its so nice to see you all. Together again, like family." The man said. It seemed to bring Colle to life, because he started and turned to the man.

"Hello Rick." Garett said warily, and my jaw nearly fell to the floor. Rick was the name of their father…could this be him?

"Garett, you've grown. Are you still in to motocross?" Rick said, and Colle growled. I had never seen him this vicious, and it kind of worried me.

"That was a while ago, Dad." Garett said, and I almost smiled. So I was right, this was the mysterious Rick Ozera, the father Colle refused to talk about.

"You would have known that if you would have been here." Colle said, and I turned to him, surprised. He was usually so calm, not letting his emotions get to him. It worried me to see that this man could affect him so much, in such a negative way.

"I had to leave Colle; you of all people should understand that." Rick said. I could only watch as Colle got up and stepped right in front of his father, glaring at the man in hatred.

"So what, we don't hear from you in over 20 years, and now that you need something you want to become the caring father you've always been trying to be?" Colle asked harshly. Did he just say 20 years!!???!!!

"Colle, I had to leave. And what happened to your mother was out of my hands." Rick said, sitting up. Abe wordlessly walked over to him and helped him up, moving slowly so it wouldn't bend Rick's ankle, which had been shattered.

"Leave my mother out of this!" Colle roared, and I flinched from the sound. Colle was looking murderously angry right now, and I knew that soon he'd be throwing punches. Time for me to intervene.

"Colle…" I said, walking over to him. I put a hand on his arm, trying to let him feel my comfort and support with that one little touch. It seemed to help, because he turned to face me, placing one arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him.

"I did not mean for your mother to get hurt." Rick said. Colle hissed, but he remained calm, thanks to me. I think I helped him calm down because of my nature, but it was probably because Colle was worried about upsetting me, like always. He was ever the gentleman.

"Got hurt? She…she died because of you! If you weren't so selfish, she'd still be alive, and this whole thing wouldn't be happening!" Colle screamed, and I flinched back from the horrible sound. Apparently I now had no control over the situation, the little I had, mainly keeping Colle calm, was gone.