A/N: Hi. It's me at last with the final chapter. Let's not get into the blame game as to why it's taken so long. Let's just sweep it under the carpet. As it's the last chapter I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive, forget and review!

Dedication: Any reviewer who has ever bothered to tell me what they think. I love you all.

Word Count: 920

Trouble

Fred kicked at an empty bottle lying on the pavement as he wandered aimlessly along the street lamp lit streets near the Potter-Weasley residence. It was cold but he didn't really notice, too absorbed in his own thoughts.

He was sick of this. Sick of wondering. Sick of worrying. Sick of missing his twin. Sick of being so confused as to why the idea of George loving him didn't disgust him as much as it should. Sick of comparing every girl he met to George, even without ever realising. Sick of feeling so alone.

"Georgie…" he whispered, head tilted back, gazing up at the stars "where are you?"

The stars didn't answer and Fred instead turned his gaze back to the pavement and began the long trudge home. It was quiet apart the occasional car driving past and exactly how Fred liked it. Years ago when he and George were little they used to sneak out of the house (after leaving Molly a note) and wander across the moors. They're found this little old hut and claimed it as their own. They'd sat on the roof and watched as the lights of the cars on the distant motorway sped along and had named it beautiful.

It had been their spot. Their place. Only theirs.

Fred could have kicked himself with the realisation of where George was. He knew Harry had been bluffing. It had eventually damned on him that George wasn't staying there anymore. And now he knew where he was.

Just before Fred could pull out his wand he was hit with a wave of nausea. It only took a moment for it to pass and when it did Fred felt his heart sink. He'd felt like that before, when they were little and George hit his head on a door and knocked himself out. They hadn't been together at the time but he'd known something was wrong. Mum called it 'Twin-y creepiness'.

George was in trouble.

Fred pulled out his wand and apparated.

The hut was dark except for a lone candle burning in one corner. The meagre light that it spread across the room revealed a figure sprawled across the floor.

"George!"

Fred leapt forward with a cry of horror.

"George! Speak to me," Fred begged, turning the body of his twin over "Wake up!"

George didn't stir, just remained lifeless in Fred's arms. Fred did the only thing he could think of. He pulled George into his arms bridal style and apparated.

OOOOOO

"It's very lucky that you got him to us when you did, Mr Weasley. Much longer and we wouldn't have been able to do anything to save him," the Healer said, making a couple of notes on his clipboard "he won't wake up for a while yet but you're free to stay if you want to."

Fred was too tired to do anything but nod.

"Is there anyone else that you think should be contacted?"

"Mum and Dad."

The Healer nodded.

"Very well, I'll have someone bring in a spare pillow for you."

Fred didn't hear him leave. He was too focused on gripping tightly onto George's hand.

"Don't leave me, Georgie. Please don't leave me," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks and soaking into the bed sheets.

There was no reaction from George so Fred sat in silence, waiting and watching for any signs of life.

OOOOOO

It was dark when Fred woke up. It was a strange feeling, considering he didn't remember falling asleep.

The other strange feeling was the hand that he was holding was holding back.

Fred bolted upright, staring at his definitely awake twin.

"Georgie!" Fred half yelled, leaning forward to wrap his arms round George in a bone crushing hug.

"Why am I here?" George asked when Fred pulled away.

"I found you. I brought you here."

"Oh."

There was silence again. Fred realised he was still holding George's hand so let go and began to fiddle idly with George's bed sheet.

"George? Can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"A different something."

"If you really want to."

"How do you know that you're in love with me?" Fred asked, eyes averted so he wouldn't meet George's gaze.

"I know because I would give anything to see you happy. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to be the person that you treasure above anyone else. It's a million and one things Fred. And I'm sorry, but I can't change how I feel."

"Then… then I think I'm on love with you too. Life without you is torture, Georgie."

"That doesn't mean you're in love with Fred. Don't say things because you feel you have to," George said with a sigh.

"I'm being serious," Fred stated, eyes shining with determination.

"You're not," George said "you're-"

The rest of his words were cut off as Fred leant forward to slam their lips together. George froze against him before pushing back against him, lips working gently against Fred's. They broke apart and Fred cocked his head onto one side, looking George appraisingly up and down.

"Yeah. I'm definitely in love with you."

George looked as though he were about to cry and as Fred leant forward to kiss him again the door behind them banged open revealing the whole of the Weasley clan, including Harry.

"George! Darling, what happened?" Mr Weasley asked rushing forward to embrace her son.

"Nothing that can't be fixed, Mum," George said, hugging her back "everything's gonna be just fine."

OOOOOO

A/N: Okay. I admit the ending is naff. And I hate it. But it's the best I can write and seeing as it has taken me forever to finish this, I can't leave it any longer.

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Caoi!