A/N: Strong Language.

A/N: Song in Bold is an Alternative version of "Think Twice" By the Band EVE 6.

"No full moon, the Fury explodes his pulse,

Does he need you, the way that Brett does,

Breathing in, Wolfsbane,

Was Heaven, compared to this pain,

Brett's sick, the rage is so Physical.

Think Twice before you touch his Guy"

A/N: From Brett's POV.

The Torture began from the minute he went back to the training room. The MMA Teacher, Mr Thompson got everyone to introduce themselves. Talbot had already "Read up" on John, he knew all he needed to about the Troubled former Teenage thief, born in Nebraska. He listened to Lori introduce herself.

"And you young man?" Mr Thompson asked.

"We've all met" Brett said.,

"Everyone else did it. Humour us" John said. Brett hated the way that John tried to speak for everyone.

Brett gave a casual Introduction. He wanted to introduce himself as Mason's MMA Trained, Devenford attending Supernatural current Boyfriend. But if he did that, Mason would never speak to him again for sure.

"Okay Guys, on the Mats please" Mr Thompson said.

And the Two Hours of Hell began. Brett got through the Guys stretching. John was constantly patting Mason on the shoulder to show him how to stretch. Did he think Mason was stupid or something? He could sense Mason's heart pound every time John smiled at him. Brett stretched and told himself that Liam's best friend was going through a phase, which would end as quickly as it started.

The Kickboxing was easy. Mason stayed as far away from Brett as possible, which did Piss Brett off, but he couldn't blame him. With Kick-boxing, Brett could just sense Mason being focused and trying to put an impressive amount of force into each throw.

"I'm awful!" He could hear Mason groan.

"Don't be silly you're doing great" John said. Brett could tell that Bastard was lying.

As long as there were Shin pad and Boxing gloves involved Brett felt like he could get through watching this cosy date. That is until Mr Thompson introduced Grappling. Brett leaned over to look at the couple, getting confused when John grabbed Mason's hand. He couldn't sense Mason in any pain, but he wanted to put a stop to that immediately.

He heard John say that he didn't have an MMA experience, but as soon as he saw John throw Mason on the mat, and climb on top of him, he knew Mr Young was bull-shiting. Mason landed on the mat with a thud. Brett paused himself on training. He was going to check up on him, that is until Lori ruined it.

She grabbed his arm. "Don't even think about it"

"John's rag-dolling him" Brett whispered.

"Brett get it into your Stubborn skull. Mason can't stand you. It sucks, but it's true we can both feel it" His Sister said.

He knew she was right and shot a dirty look at John before getting his Sister in a Kimura. Watching Mason and John Training was like getting prodded with a Bed of thick metal rusty needles all over his body. John had Mason in Armbars, where he pulled Mason's arm up in-between his crotch and twisted it. He let Mason put him in a Triangle. So his head slid into the Teenagers legs.

When John sprang out of the Triangle, he straddled himself on top of his date and winked at him.

"Mason I think I'm gonna need a cigarette after this" John said.

"Does that mean I'm a good MMA Training Partner"

"You're the best I've had" John said, lending Mason a hand he pulled the Teenager from the floor.

"And we're done Folks. You did Great! Thanks for coming!" Mr Thompson said.

He saw the Happy love-birds get their phones out, probably to exchange more contact details. Lori called him to help out with the mats. But Brett couldn't. Now the lesson was over John's destruction was firmly in his sights. He had to get out, before he made a total fool of himself...again. He went to his room Level Bathroom. He locked himself inside, vomited up his Breakfast and sat on the cold polished floor.

He couldn't say how long he'd sat there. The truth was he didn't care. He didn't want to face anyone. He'd stay here, smelling of puke with his Hair dishevelled and sticking out at odd angles. He could feel the vomit running down his chin. There was a mirror, but he couldn't be bothered to get up.

If only Dunbar could see him now...

He groaned as he heard a knock on the door.

"I'm Busy" He shouted.

"Brett I can smell the state that you're in. Open the door" Satomi said gently.

Sure he was disgusted at the way his Alpha was was going to see him. But he needed to ask her questions. He wanted to know why. He wiped his chin. He raised he long arms up and slid open the lock.

"You're so Clever" Brett began. "Cutting off my Trust fund would have stung less. Cutting my arm would have been less painful. Couldn't you just rip up the Three Day Grace Tickets? You could have banned me from the spare Lexus. You should have Taken away my privileges..."

"You single handedly took away your own privileges" Satomi said hovering beside the door.

"How?" Brett croaked.

"Being Mason's friend...or becoming more than that, is a Privilege. Not a right. Just because you like him. You can't feel like you own him because of it. Your feelings are supposed to make his life better. You can't use your emotions as a jail cell and force him to stay alone forever"

"He's not alone. Mason has me" Brett said pointing to his chest.

"You're not..." Satomi began.

"What did I do that was so wrong? I mean honestly? It is wrong to want someone this much? It is wrong to look out for them and want to keep them to yourself all the time? Satomi I'm not trying to keep Mason as prisoner, that would be disgraceful..."

"But threatening Strangers Brett? Have you told Mason about your True intentions?" Satomi asked.

"I can't"

"Then how do you expect Mason to understand that your Intentions are Good. All he can see from you is vicious bullying behaviour. You're constantly trying to thwart his personal relationships. Then he confronted you, you had the audacity to tell him that he was desperate and cheap. Alluding that he was some type of Prostitute all because he wanted to find a loving Partner"

"I didn't mean it like that. I didn't hunt the Guys down...I just..."

"In this situation are you ever going to take responsibility?" Satomi asked.

"One wouldn't do that to their worst enemy. What you did was exceptionally cruel. The Irony is that your so possessive over Mason that you refuse to see the hell that you created for him"

Satomi stopped. She pulled on a Glove stepped in and flushed the toilet.

"We can breathe easier now" She said with a smile. She offered her hand. But his hands were dirty. Brett slowly, and with discomfort, stood up and washed his hands. He splashed water over his face and turned towards Satomi who was watching him with Curiousity.

"I can't function. Seeing him with someone else" Brett said simply.

"In that case I won't invite the couple to anymore MMA Classes. Satomi said.

"Much Appreciated. I'll contact Mason from afar, and I'll apologize for the hurt I caused him" Brett said with a determined nod.

He couldn't wash away the anguish in his eyes, but he tried to wipe away the vomit on his shirt. He didn't want the Pack to see him looking like a Tramp.

"I'll tell the rest of the pack to Meditate briefly" Satomi said, seemingly reading his mind.

"Thank you" Brett said. He bowed slightly to meet her eyes, then straightened himself up and began to walk out.

"Aren't you going to Re-adjust your hair?" Satomi asked.

"I just want to retire to bed. But...Maybe should go more Risque, and shock the whole of Devenford with a spiky, Hardcore edgy look?" Brett teased.

"Forget Devenford. I don't think Mason would approve of that" Satomi said.

"He...he talks about me?" Brett said, he didn't understand why he was so shocked. He'd heard Mason compliment him before, but it sounded astounding coming from his Alpha.

"I may have chanced upon Mason discussing your looks frequently. Apparently in his opinion your hair's your Best feature. You may want to maintain that Trade-mark, for Mason's sake" Satomi said.

"I see. Thank you" Brett said. Feelings of hope were now bubbling in his chest.

His Alpha shut the door as Brett turned on the shower and opened the cupboard. He stared at the shelf of shampoo and hair gels even started to check out Lori's "Don't touch!" products in the process.