Hey y'all! Lexi, again. With my third chapter of Brotherly Love. It's going to be pretty short this time. I'm going to respond to a couple of reviews this time :)

icefire149 : There is going to be a lot more drama in this story!

animelover09: Ha ha, yeah, I'm not going to divulge TOO much to the plot line, but yes, this story is Graire.

chocobo86: I'm guessing that most people would like to do that, but Mayor Thomas would just about have a fit. So, sorry, no kicking him out... ;)

Anyways thanks a lot to my reviews and my readers!

Jack woke to the bright sun shining through Claire's thin curtains. For a second he thought he was still in his apartment in the city, but when he opened his eyes and saw Claire's giant television looming in front of him, he remembered he was in Mineral Town. He gave a groan and lifted himself out of the stiff couch that Claire had said would be his bed. Once out of the "bed" Jack scoured the room for his sister. Her bed was made, and there was no sound coming from the bathroom.

"Claire!" Jack yelled. He heard no response. Jack staggered across the room to the window. He squinted out of it and saw his sister, her platinum blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight, hurtling across her farm land, chasing after an deranged-looking chicken. Jack couldn't help but laugh, and turned away from the window. He headed towards the kitchen. Once there, Jack saw a note on the spotless kitchen counter. It read;

Hey Jack!

Breakfast in fridge.

~ Claire.

"Oh, that's informative..." Jack mumbled. He walked across the kitchen to the fridge. He opened it, and peered inside. He saw an array of things. On the top shelf tuna, yellowfin, carp, and other fish sat, their dead, beady eyes glaring down at Jack. On the second shelf colorful vegetables sat along with cheeses. The third shelf was, unlike the other two before it, not stocked with beautiful produce or even more creepy fish. Instead, disgusting black blobs on porcelain white dishes sat on this shelf. Jack cringed.

"Ew..." he muttered. "Is this were I'm supposed to find my breakfast?! I don't know what's what! " Jack thought.

After about a minute of Iron-Chef-like thinking, Jack stood front of the fridge pondering his decision. He grabbed a piece of bread, a hunk of cheese, and a tomato. At least he could a sandwich. Jack put the bread on the counter, placed the cheese on the bread, then grabbed a knife, and cutting board. He placed the tomato on the cutting board and started to chop it. As he was chopping it tomato juice spurted everywhere. Once he was finished Jack looked down at his pants to see what damage the tomato juice had caused. It was only then he realized his was wearing the same grey dress pants from his encounter with Gray. Jack took a bite or his sandwich, and cast his thoughts back to last night.

" Jack!" Claire exclaimed once the two were in the safe confines of the farmhouse. "Why did you have to do that?"

"Do what?" Jack said.

He was surprisingly calm, for "Someone who had just conducted a trial," growled Claire in her head.

"Make Gray so mad!"

"I didn't make Gray mad!" Jack defended himself. "He was the one making me mad, I'm the one who should be mad. Y'know, I should be royally ticked off at Gray! Did you see the way he yelled at me? Totally unprovoked."

Claire took an angry swig of wine. "Because you had the nerve to ask him if he went to church every Sunday! And Gray is right, his religious practices are NONE of your business!"

Jack scowled. "I wanted to know, is that such a crime?"

"Um... yeah!" yelled Claire. "It kinda is! How would you feel if you wanted to get married to a girl, and her brother asked YOU if you went to church on Sunday? "

"I wouldn't care. I'd-" Jack started, but Claire interrupted him.

" JACK, YOU I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT YOU WOULD CARE!"

"Just let me finish." Jack said calmly. " I wouldn't care, I'd think they were just trying to make sure they knew their sister's future husband!"

"JACK YOU ARE LYING TO MY FACE! I KNOW YOU, AND YOU WOULD BE OFFENDED IF SOMEBODY ASKED YOU THAT QUESTION!" Claire shouted.

" I am not."

"UGH! AND YOU'RE EVER SO CALM, HOW DOES THAT WORK?" Claire scoffed.

"There is nothing to yell about Claire-"

Claire gave a shrill shriek. " TO HELL WITH THERE'S NOTHING TO YELL ABOUT! THERE IS SO SOMETHING TO YELL ABOUT!"

"And what is that?"

"THE FACT THAT YOU COULD'VE ACTUALLY BROKEN ME AND GRAY UP!"

"That would be good."

Claire gave another shriek.

"I'M GETTING MARRIED TO GRAY! WETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU HATE GRAY... YOU HATE GRAY!"

Jack couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Claire sat down on her bed and started to cry. Jack walked across the room towards his sobbing sister, putting an arm awkwardly around her shoulder.

"Hush, love," Jack said, sounding a small bit British. Claire looked up into Jack's brown eyes. Claire looked pitiful, her long face was tear stained and covered with smudged makeup. Some of her hair was sticking to her wet face, and her dress was wrinkled.

"You never used to have a British accent," Claire said with a sniffle.

"I like British accents," Jack said with a laugh. Claire gave a small giggle, too. The two sat in silence for a small bit. Claire finally broke the silence.

"Jack... I'm sorry."

Claire sniffled again and Jack hugged his sister closer to him.

"Jack... I'm sorry for over reacting," Claire continued. " You were only trying to do me good, and I thank you for that."

Jack gave a nod. "I'm sorry, Claire, I over reacted as well."

Claire got off the bed, and pointed to the couch. "Thats going to be your bed tonight. Let me go get you some blankets..."

Claire hurried off. She returned a short while later, blankets in hand. She laid the blankets on the couch.

"There we go," Claire said. Jack went to the couch and laid down. Claire walked to the other side of the room, and switched off the lights, leaving them in total darkness.

" Jack," murmured Claire quietly.

"Yeah..." Replied Jack.

"Good night, I love you..."

Jack gave a smile "I love you too Claire."

"Oh, and Jack..."

"Yeah."

" Gray and I are not going to break up."

And that was it. In Jack's mind one of the things Claire had yelled at him was true. He did HATE Gray, for all he was worth. Even if he did meet him for only a couple of hours. And another thing was true; Claire was marring that man, if Jack did or did not like it... And Jack definitely did not. Jack wiped his hands on his pants. He started to put away the left over ingredients, in the fridge, as he did he couldn't help but give a huff. The fridge had lots of meat in it.

"What ever happened to the meat alternative, or tofu" Jack asked himself.

He closed the fridge, and returned to thinking about Claire , and Gray. Even if Claire promised she wasn't going to change her mind, Jack would make her. Jack pondered how he could make Claire, and Gray break up. Suddenly an brilliant idea came to him. A smile crept over his face. What if Claire had an alternative?

Yeah, that's it, it's short, I know, I just felt that was all I needed to say... I think this is probably my weakest chapter so far, but don't let that stop you from reviewing. I'd love to hear your opinion :) The next chapter will be longer, I promise!

NEXT TIME ON BROTHERLY LOVE... Jack finds Claire's 'alternative', who is he? And will this scheme work?