Sorry it took so long for the next chapter, exams and stuff getting in the way. It's here now anyway, hope you enjoy. Some is in Kevins POV some in Brendan's and Ste's.

Enjoy.

Kevin was walking now, no where in particular. Just thinking. Thinking. Think about Walker, thinking about what he was going to do to him. How could he be so fucking stupid? Why did he tell Ste? Why the fuck did he tell Ste? He let his head rule where his feet where going, because he was a the train station. The ticket booth was right in front of him. He didn't even think, he bought that ticket to London. Thinking. Again. He's going to kill me, properly kill me. This won't just be an unfulfilled threat Walker throws out when he's pissed off, he will follow this through because i gave away his location, i told Ste where to go. Kevin knows how dangerous Brendan is even when he's wounded. Ste also. That look in Ste's eye, he was ready to kill, he wasn't going to think twice. If he gets like that with Walker, what's going to stop him? He knew Brendan wouldn't. He didn't realise how much and how long he'd been thinking, but he heard the speaker:

''Last stop. London: Trafalgar Square".

Kevin jumped up automatically, but then stopped suddenly, walking slowly towards the door to the platform, placing his foot steadily on to it. Shaking now, he was fucking shaking. Scared, that's an understatement he was terrified, petrified. Heart beating fast. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING? Right, i can get right back on that train, get off wherever it takes me? He won't be able to find me, right? He was panicking thinking to much. Turning around but the train set back on its way, leaving Kevin swaying. Sweating. Scared.

Ste clung to Brendan pulling him in to the elevator. Cheryl was still waiting outside in her car, she was on the phone to Nate but she put it down as soon as she saw them. Ste holding Brendan upright, the kids holding hands behind them. Cheryl got out the car quickly, running over to them. Her blonde hair jumping up and down against her back.

''Brendan! Love, are you okay?'' she spoke loudly.

''Mhmm'' is all he could mange. Ste held him tighter, but Brendan flinched feeling his wounds piercing pain again, so he loosened his grip and pulled him to their car. He rested Brendan against the passenger seat door and Cheryl cam over to him.

''Hey love, how you feeling? What happened up there? Where's Walker? Shit, is he going to come after us? Wait, is he even alive?'' To many question for Brendan's head to cope with.

''Chez, just..please..just shush'' He whispered. Ste lifted Lucas up in to his car seat and fastening Leah's seat belt. Brendan was watching them, he didn't even realise he was until Cheryl spoke again.

''You really love them don't you?'' She smiled.

''Yeah, yeah. I guess i do. I'd just do anything for them you know? This is like my second chance, and i ain't planning on wasting it.''

''Oh, what's this you ain't wasting?'' Ste said, sauntering over to him. It's like he'd forgotten what he'd just done moments ago.

''His sec-'' Cheryl began.

''Nufin'. Nothing, Steven.'' Brendan spoke.

''Right, i'll get in the car. Going back to yours Ste?''

''Yeah, i guess. Bren is that ok?''

''Why wouldn't it be?''

''I don't know?'' He pulled a face at Cheryl mimicking Brendan's blunt attitude. He understood though, he felt the same. He was just better at hiding this side of his emotions. Brendan was better at hiding pain. This wasn't pain, this wasn't even a proper emotion. Brendan stepped away from the door he was leaning on and Ste opened it, moving Brendan towards the passenger seat inside.

''I'm driving'' Brendan whispered. Breathless.

''Your in no fit state t' be drivin'. Get in that passenger seat, now..Brendan!'' He said sternly.

''Seriously, Ste you haven't even got a license!'' He said back calmly.

''Yeah, well i haven't snuck out of hospital and refuse to go back. I don't have a huge stab wound in my abs, 'ave i? So shut up, right?''

Brendan couldn't be bothered to argue. Not now. So he opened the door and slumped down slowly into his seat. The passenger seat. Ste sat down next to him, hands firmly on the wheel, checking all the mirrors and finally putting his foot on the accelerator.

Kevin was in the taxi now, he wasn't far away from the flat. Would Brendan still be there? Would Walker be okay? Would any of them still be alive, or would it be a complete bloodbath? Shit, what about the kids. He was over thinking, his head about to physically explode. Feeling queasy from these thoughts. His head spinning, his body swaying. He was looking out the front window, looking where he was going. His mum, when they got along, told him to look forward when you felt carsick. This wasn't carsickness but it might help anyway, but a car caught his eye. That was Brendan's. That one in front was Cheryl's. FUCK NO NO NO!

''Mate, what's the number plate on that car in front?'' He couldn't even fake being calm here, he was sweating.

''GO3 AB5, you okay? You seem a little shaking, mate.'' He was clearly from the London area, he's southern accent clear.

''Shit. Shit. Shit.''

''You all right?'' He didn't reply. ''Mate?''

''Yeah, yeah. Just keep going''

''Okay.''

Shit. Shit. Shit. Something has happened to Walker. Kevin recognised this street, his recognised the flat as well. The taxi driver, his name tag said Brandon, just me fucking look..Kevin thought, trying to forget Brendan is pretty hard with that staring him in the face. 'Brandon' pulled in, near the door of the block of flats. Kevin took a deep breath and stepped out of the taxi, chucking the money aimlessly on to the passenger seat in front. The taxi driver drove off leaving him alone again.