A/N: Ah yes, we are back with another chapter. Just so you guys know, I'm on spring break and have absolutely no reason to not update every other day. I'm just a procrastinator and you have my full permission to bug me with reviews until I update.

Fatso sat happily in his usual chair eating his usual meal. His brothers were eating their usual breakfast and spouting the usual lewd comments while the doc gave them his usual grimace. Kat and Casper were going on with their usual conversation and giving each other the usual puppy love glances.

You know, the usual.

It almost seemed routine really since there wasn't all that much to talk about in the morning. Nothing was new, and he was hoping that would change today.

He had gotten a bit of questioning about his whereabouts last night from his brothers. Of course he just told them he was hungry (which he had been but being with Jane made him forget everything) and when he had gone to the kitchen Jane was already gone (which was technically true since he went back to get food after escorting her to her room).

He cringed a bit after saying that, but was relieved that Stretch hadn't picked up on his little slip up. He hadn't asked if he had went to the kitchen to see Jane and Fatso was thankful his brother wasn't as smart as him in the deductive field. Good thing he was a good liar- err, good at stretching the truth. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to go to bed without getting yelled at.

Stinkie hadn't really cared, or if he did, never really showed any interest. Fatso wondered why Stinkie had become so distant lately. He had been that way ever since the day Jane came. But it wasn't because of her, was it? No, no it wasn't.

"What are you guys doin here?"

Fatso recalled Stinkie's questioned after he and Stretch had returned from New Mexico. He had sounded weary and anxious, disappointed even.

Oh…

Now it made sense. Stinkie had wanted to be alone for awhile. That was understandable. Sure, they were the ghostly trio, but every once in awhile they needed a break from each other. After all, hanging around with the same people every single day for over a hundred years got a bit tiresome.

Turning to his brother on the other side of Stretch Fatso gave him a sympathetic look. Stinkie returned it with a raise of an eyebrow.

And then at that moment, the routine was broken.

Everyone turned at the sound of the kitchen door's squealing hinges. Jane walked in (noticeably less shy than last night) with a hesitant and almost apologetic gleam in her eyes.

" Good morning everyone. I hope you don't mind, but would it be all right if I joined you?"

Nobody protested.

James smiled and returned her good morning as did Kat and Casper. She sat down in one fluid movement, her hesitance diminishing. Looking up she noticed this was how they were all seated at dinner, her once again sitting in front of Fatso. She turned a small smile to Stretch and Stinkie and received wolfish sneers that were either supposed to be threatening or seductive. At least from Stretch anyway. Stinkie looked as if he didn't really know what to do and just followed his older brother. For some strange reason, Jane thought that was one of the cutest things she had ever seen.

Jane blinked at the sudden random feeling. Cute? Where had that come from?

Tearing her eyes from the youngest ghost she found Fatso grinning.

"Good morning Jane," he said with a voice laced with secrets.

"Good morning Fatso," she returned, her smile widening as she resisted the urge to duck her head in embarrassment.

Everyone was staring now.

Kat and Casper (who had been facing each other) did a double take out of the corners of their eyes. Dr. Harvey's brow furrowed, resisting the urge to look up in confusion and settling for a discreet glance. Stretch and Stinkie, however, did everything but try to hide it. With gaping mouths and impossibly wide eyes the two ghosts could practically see the…dare they say it…flirtatious aura surrounding Fatso and Jane. What the hell happened yesterday?

Immune to everyone's shocked stares, Fatso gave Jane a questioning nod and then swept his eyes left and right.

Are you going to tell them? he silently asked.

She seemed to get what he was saying and uncomfortably shrugged.

I don't know, she answered inwardly.

He gave her a look she couldn't decipher before a mischievous smirk took its place. She was almost scared about what he was going to do.

"Hey everybody, you know what I've been think'n?" he asked.

Everyone had been so engrossed in trying to decipher their silent exchange that Fatso's booming voice almost startled them out of their chairs.

Stretch was the first to recover.

"Oh yeah? About what?" he asked with a sneer, his tongue poised with an insult but curiosity making it die on the spot.

"We haven't watched any movies together in a long time," he said with a quick glance at Jane. Her eyes were filled with horror, he noted with glee.

They all stared in confusion, having finally turned to face him.

"Ya mean all of us? Da fleshies too?" Stinkie questioned in surprised tone. It wasn't often (hardly ever really) that they all sat down to do something together other than eat.

Dr. Harvey, Kat, and Casper looked to have had the same thought and again turned their attention to Fatso.

"Yeah, I mean, since we have a guest we all might as well act friendly. Ya know, make her feel all homey or someth'n," he continued while suppressing a grin with increasing difficulty.

Dr. Harvey furrowed his brow in thought, pursing his lips as well out of habit.

"Well…that doesn't sound like a bad idea Fatso. However I'm booked for the rest of the week so it'll have to be on the Saturday. What about you Kat? Have any plans?"

"Not really, Casper?"

"It's fine with me."

All eyes shifted to the two remaining ghosts.

Stretch glared back, trying to hide his confusion of the situation. It wasn't as if he was against the idea, it was just that the suddenness had caught him off guard. Stinkie remained silent, waiting for his brother to answer.

"Whateva," he simply said, turning back to his plate.

Stinkie smiled shyly and shrugged.

Throughout this no one noticed Jane growing paler and paler with each agreement. Swallowing hard she stood.

"Excuse me, I'm going to head back to my room. Breakfast was delicious, thank you."

With a tight smile and a curt nod, Jane left.

Afterwards, Stinkie opened his mouth, but Stretch smacked him in the head before the obvious could be stated.

She hadn't eaten a bite.

XxXxXxXxX

"Fatso, what the hell were you thinking?"

Fatso opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a sock.

"I thought I could trust you! And then you just go spilling my identity!"

A sneaker found it's way to replace the sock as Jane looked around for another stray item to throw. For the first time in her life she cursed herself for being a neat freak.

Fatso spit out the shoe and worried about his decision of coming to her room. He had left right after she did and was now afraid one of his brothers might have followed. Then he realized he was being silly. Ghosts could sense and see other ghosts even if they were invisible. Calmer, Fatso spoke with his slow, soothing bass voice in hopes of relaxing her.

"Jane, come on. They're gonna find out eventually. So why not all at once? That way, no one's keeping a secret."

Jane stopped in mid-throw, the hair brush she had poised in the air slowly lowering to her side.

Well…when he puts it that way…

Fatso grinned as she sighed and flopped onto the bed.

"But now they'll all think something's up the way I practically ran from breakfast. And it's only Wednesday!"

Fatso joined her, careful to keep his distance so she wouldn't get cold.

"Don't worry, I'll probably get the most of it from my brothers. I don't think any one'll bother you that much."

Jane smiled at his reassurance and playfully shoved him. He humored her and fell to the floor with a small 'oof '. Rolling onto her stomach she peered over the edge of the bed at him.

"Ya know, your surprisingly childish," he said with a chuckle, not moving from his spot on the floor.

"Yeah well, I never really had the chance to be when I was an actual child. Strict mother, you know. My father-"

"Died of cancer," Fatso finished with a gentle smile. "I know."

The understanding look was almost too much, and Jane wondered if he had gone through a similar situation in his lifetime.

"It seems you know everything about me," she said with a slightly sad smile.

He nodded and they laid there for a moment in content silence until Fatso suddenly bolted up.

"My brothers are come'n," he elaborated when he saw her confusion.

"Wait!" Jane exclaimed as her hand shot out to grab his.

He stopped at the unexpected contact and turned to find her flushed and wide eyed. She seemed just as surprised as he was at the sudden outburst. As they both stared dumbstruck Jane almost forgot what she was going to say.

"O-oh, sorry…" she shied away, letting go. "It's just, I wanted to say thank you. It may be hard to believe, b-but out of only the few days I've known you you've become one of the best friends I've ever had in my entire life." She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and began rubbing her neck. A signature sign of embarrassment he knew well.

Then she looked back at him, her once pink cheeks paling and brow furrowing in worry.

"We are friends…right?"

It was left a question, her eyes pleading and face raw with emotion. She was so vulnerable and weak at that moment that Fatso had to fight off the urge to cry (something he did a bit too often when watching some of her sadder movies) and instead chose to smile. Not just any smile, but the most genuine one he could muster in a time of hurry.

"Of course, why else would I hang out with a breather like you?"

He had thrown in the nickname as a joke to lighten the mood. To his relief it worked, and he left the room with the quiet sound of Jane's laughter trailing behind him.

XxXxXxXxX

"All right Fatso, it's time to fess up or so help me I'll beat the ectoplasm outta ya!"

Stretch and Stinkie had met Fatso halfway down the hall from Jane's door. Stretch now loomed over him threateningly, grabbing hold of where his collar would have been.

"Yeah, come on bro! Don't leave us in da dark!" Stinkie chimed in, more curious than irritated.

Fatso pulled away and began floating towards the big chandelier that hung above the swirling tile. His brothers followed.

"Listen guys, I'd tell ya if I could but it's…complicated."

"Complicated? What's complicated? I just wanna know why you two's was making googly eyes at each other this morning when yesterday she wanted nuth'n to do with you's!" He paused then, and with a lower, more bitter voice he said, "Maybe you're not as faithful to Emma as you said you was."

Stinkie stared in horror at the accusation and he knew Stretch regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. But, being the stubborn jack ass he was, he didn't apologize for the boundary he had overstepped.

Later that night, Fatso would admit he overreacted a bit, but that would be after he calmed down.

Anger, so hot Fatso could have swore he was alive burned in his belly. For a moment he wondered if his eyes were glowing, but the thought was quickly dismissed as he unleashed hell.

In one swift move, Fatso's fist swung out, connecting with Stretch's jaw with a solid crack. It was times like these when he was glad ghosts were not invulnerable to contact with other ghosts.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Fatso boomed, nostrils flaring as he watched Stretch put a hand to his face.

Stinkie flinched at the coarse language. Fatso never cussed unless he was about to murder someone.

"I'm your older brother!" Stretch shouted lamely, realizing later he would be embarrassed for such a sad comeback.

"Oh, so just cuz you're my older brother means I'm just like you? That I only view women as entertainment and sleep with anything that moves?"

Stretch reeled back at the accusation, stunned into silence by the truth of it and even more shocked that it was Fatso calling him out.

"Just because you've never had a girl that was just a friend doesn't mean I can't! Yeah, we joke around about girls all the time, but that's just what they are, jokes. So don't you dare question my loyalty to Emma!"

Stretch could do nothing as Fatso went in for another punch, and Stinkie floated helplessly, eyes frantic in search of something to distract them.

And then his savior appeared.

"Hey, what da hell is she doin?"

A/N: Who the heck is Emma? Tee-hee another twist. Man, I hated making them fight. It doesn't sound as meaningful as I wanted it to be.