Evan was sleeping and Hank made sure that he didn't have any more nightmares before leaving his brother alone in his bed and room. He didn't get much information from his brother about the upsetting dream, but that was okay for now. He was glad that Evan found some relief and peace.

Hank started to prepare dinner. He had to see two patients in a bit. Not sure how long he would be gone, he decided to prepare dinner now, so that he only had to cook it, when he would be back. If I only knew what I'm doing, let's hope we don't get food poisoning on top of it. Evan would laugh about me, if he'd see me working on dinner like it was some sort of unexplored area in a jungle. I'm not cooking this bad. Hank smiled. He could almost hear Evan's voice telling him it was even worse than this bad. Yeah, I know. But I'm going to learn. With Evan gone or in therapy, I think he's gonna need more alone-time or rest. He laughed. "He'll survive. Probably pretend to be sick, but survive," he thought loud.

He was so not looking forward to cut all the stuff that Evan had stored everywhere. Meat, tomatoes, onions, herbs, red pepper, garlic, cucumber and so on. Really? How can anybody enjoy all this cooking and cutting and baking? Hank was more the person to enjoy the good food, not to create it. To make things worse, he had to use one of those cookbooks that Evan had collected in many years, few of them had belonged to their mother or even grandmother. Evan would tell him now that a cook wouldn't use a book, but if he had to use a recipe Never forget to change or add a little thing and the meal gets a personal touch. Believe me, it makes a difference. Yeah, I know, Ev, remember your words, but... guess lack of creativity here.

To avoid the vegetables as long as possible, the doctor turned away and prepared his bag. He decided to take a look in the patients file to fresh up his memory. His brother had saved every file on all their computer, but Hank was faster picking up the folder and go through it. "If our house will ever burn, you'll be happy, that I have the digital files." His brother had said. But hadn't known what to answer, when Hank had asked, if he planned to sit there surrounded by flames and patiently download all the files or run through the flames to get a computer, since the fire would most likely start in the kitchen, probably when Hank cooked, and that was pretty close to where their technical equipment was, well at least the computer stuff.

And if you'd do such a stupid thing just to keep the business running for me – and I somehow know you would – you were dead in no time. The flames will kill you and I'll kill you again for letting yourself get killed or I will kill you, because you'll come out fine, but put your life at risk.

Today's patients was a couple in their early sixties. Jennifer and Jonathan Wheeler. When he and Evan had been introduced to them a few months ago, the man had started to tell them their names – starting with both first names and before Hank could have stopped him, Evan had asked if their last name was Hart. They have been surprised, but understood soon enough to smile about it. "Well, but we are as happy, have a butler whose name isn't Max and we have a dog. 'Fluffy'"

Later that evening Evan had told Hank that Fluffy was a pretty silly name for a dog and maybe okay for a cat, but most likely for a rabbit. He had also told him, that he didn't think a good marriage should be like the Hart to Hart one. He had pointed out, that it would be impossible to be happy every day and to have the same opinion on things day in and day out plus the spice in the recipe would be missing and nobody would want to eat the same for their rest of the life.

Yeah, and than you told me to look at you and me, that our relationship would just work out fine, because we have discussions now and then, but still love each other. And you didn't understand, when I said that it's different to be married than to be brothers. I know, because I was married.

He started cutting the red peppers, when the doorbell rang. He was happy for every distraction as long as it wasn't their father again. A smile appeared on his face, when he recognized Emily standing outside. "Hey beauty, come in."

"Hi Hank. I could get used to such a sweet welcome."

He laughed. "And it's even getting better." He kissed her long and with passion. She was the only thing in his life that was going quite good right now. He knew that there would come a time to make decisions about her and Evan. He wouldn't want to choose one, even though if he had, it would always be his brother as long as he wouldn't love her very much. But they weren't together very long and it might change with time passing. He wouldn't leave his brother, but it might be possible that he and Emily would live together in a few months or so and it wouldn't do any good living with Evan, because the two just didn't get along.

"You said you couldn't come over, but there is no reason that I couldn't stay here, right? That's why I'm here. Thought you could need some company."

"I'm glad you came. I was just preparing dinner and cook it after I come back from two patients. Just check-ups nothing big."

"Well, I'll finish preparation and you go see your patients. Call me, when you leave them and I start cooking."

"Sounds good to me. I'm looking for Evan before I leave. Maybe you can just check on him an hour after I leave, would you?"

"Sure."

Hank went to his brothers room. He found Evan tossing and turning in bed, talking to someone in his sleep. "Daddy, don't let them hurt me, please. So much pain, Daddy why don't you love me? Help me." Tears were running down the younger Lawson's cheeks. "Please, Daddy, stop them. Nooooooooo!" Hank couldn't bear to hear more pleading and fear. But he sure wanted to find out what Eddie had done to his baby brother. Eddie! Why is it always him?!

"Evan, wake up, you're just having a bad dream. Sssshhhh... it's okay, I'm here."

"Hank?"

"Yes, Evan, just relax."

"Hank, please help me, don't let them hurt me, pleeeassse!" That's when Doctor Lawson realized that Evan was still asleep.

Fuck! I'm so gonna kill Eddie! He put his hands on his brothers shoulder and gently woke him. "You're fine, nobody is gonna hurt you, Evan. I'll take care of you. It's just a dream. Relax. I'm here."

The tension and fear in his brother slowly vanished, but the tears didn't. Evan was crying and broke his brothers heart. He felt Hank's arms around him and rested his head on his chest. He let Hank comfort him and felt save from the horrible memories and the dreams that never stopped since he was a young boy. He knew Hank would have questions about it, and knew he couldn't tell him, but for now he was just happy his hero was here and he really needed this comfort so much. "I'm so sorry, Henry, but I'm glad you're here with me."

"Yes, me too. And it's not your fault. Don't worry about. You don't have to talk about it right now." Did he read my mind? Evan was surprised by the words, but his brother went on: "We talk about everything, when you feel ready to and if you don't we just won't talk about it. Don't worry about anything. I'm here whenever you need me, do you hear me, Evan?"

"Yes, thank you. I'm crying like a girl, huh?" He tried to smile.

"No, that's totally okay." Hank smiled back and then grinned. "Don't worry, Eve!"

They both laughed and the rest of the stress and tension was gone.

"Evan, I have to see the Wheelers, but I will hurry and come back soon. Is it okay or would you rather have me stay? I could ask Emily, if she'd go for me."

"No, I'm fine. Just go and tell them I said hi. We don't want to lose any patients to that girlfriend of yours."

"Evan, it would be a favor, nothing else. But if you're fine, I will drive now. If you need anything, call for Emily. She's outside preparing dinner. We'll eat, when I come back. It won't be too long, but you can get some more sleep, if you want to."

"Mmmmhhhh, yeah, okay." He wondered when she had come and didn't like to have the snake around, but he wanted to avoid arguments. His brother was there for him and he wanted to give him some peace back. Even though he didn't have a good feeling about it. Something was going to happen, he could feel it, but didn't know what it would be.

Evan didn't have to wait long to find out. He needed to use the restroom and he was also running low on water. He got up carefully, trying to ignore his aching body and head. He luckily wasn't too dizzy and not sick enough to vomit, what he was very thankful for. After getting his new bottle and finishing his business in the restroom he slowly went back to his room. He froze, when he heard Emily talking on the phone. "Yes, a room for two. Yes, we're a couple. I want a great room with whirlpool and an amazing view. Let me know, if you find something for him and me. I'd say as soon as possible. We'd stay for at least two weeks. Maybe Saint Tropez. I'm organizing the tickets myself as soon as you find something. Okay, I'm waiting for your call. Bye."

Evan felt cold and alone. Didn't Hank say he would be helping him to get everything started and be with him in therapy? Evan sat down on his bed. His heart hurt, the emotional pain that the loneliness and the disappointment caused was more that he could take. He was falling and nobody would be there to catch him.