A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!

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Slowly fixing the order of these...

Rosalina's POV

I stood outside of Nat's apartment, waiting for them to get back from the doctor's. I had to tell Nat what I'd found out. I can't believe this. I can't even grasp it. It's so confusing. My head was pounding from crying so much, and I still hadn't stopped yet. I'm so angry, yet I'm confused. I feel like I'm in a daze. This isn't real, it can't be happening. Not after everything…

"Rosalina?"

I looked up and saw that Alex was the first one out of the elevator, closely followed by Nat. "Rosie," He said, walking over to me and pulling me into a hug. "What happened? What's wrong?"

I knew what I wanted to say but instead all that came out was sobbing.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," He said softly. "It's okay. Just come on inside, alright? Everything will be okay." He motioned for Alex to unlock the door and the three of us went inside. He led me over to the couch and we sat down, and Alex sat on the other side of Nat, watching worriedly. "Just calm down, okay? Can you tell me what happened?"

"It's my dad," I said, wiping away tears from my face. "He called."

"So he's okay?"

"Oh yeah he's just great," I said sarcastically.

"What happened?"

"He called to tell me that it wasn't a business trip he went on. He was visiting a woman he met online."

"What? That's crazy, your dad wouldn't–"

"Yeah, I didn't think so either."

"But what about the plane crash? Was he hurt?"

"He was scheduled to go on the plane that crashed, but he didn't. He ended up having to take another flight. He's fine. He made it to Michigan to be with his girlfriend." I put my head in my hands. I was so frustrated. This whole time I'd been crying over literally nothing! He wasn't hurt, and he didn't even go on a business trip! He went to meet some girl. That's why he refused to stay home. He wanted to meet this girl. "God, I'm such an idiot! I've been so upset over nothing. He'd rather be with his new girlfriend than with me."

"You're not an idiot," Nat said. "Your dad is the idiot for leaving you, and choosing some girl over his own daughter."

"No, I am an idiot. I fell for his stupid act. I should've known something was up. And that note…that note was probably a lie too!"

"Rosalina, listen to me. You are not an idiot. None of this is your fault. You could never have known that your dad was lying. You could never have known he wasn't on that flight. And who knows, maybe the note was his way of apologizing for leaving you, or lying. Maybe he was serious with the note."

"Well we'll never know because I'm never speaking to him again."

"Rosalina, you can't just–"

"Nat, I'm sorry. I know what you said, that I shouldn't take my father for granted. But I also can't keep doing this to myself. I keep hoping that he'll change his ways and spend more time with me. Or sometimes I think that he'll be there for me, but he's not. He never is. And from this point I don't think he ever will be. So I think it'd be best for me if I just took a break from him. Maybe not forever, but right now I can't stand him."

Nat stared at me silently for a few minutes and then nodded. "Okay. I understand."

"Thank you."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Nothing….at least not until my dad comes home. Once he comes home, I'll figure something out."

"Just know that whatever you do, I'll always be right behind you. So will Alex."

"Definitely," Alex agreed.

"Thank you guys. So how did it go at Dr. Brennan's?"

Nat shook his head, leaning back on the couch. "I don't want to talk about it."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," He said, shrugging.

"Then what happened?"

"Yeah," Alex agreed. "You've seemed off since you got out of there."

I gave Nat a look. "What's going on?"

"He said my side should be fine. I should recover in a few weeks as long as I lay off anything that could mess it up."

"Is that what's got you so upset?"

"No, no…that's not it." Nat shook his head.

"Then what's wrong? What happened?" I scooted closer to him. "Tell me."

He sighed as he stood up from the couch. "He keeps asking about my dad. And I don't want to talk about my dad, okay, I don't want to talk about my dad; or look at my dad; or think about my dad I don't even want to breathe in the same room as my dad. I am done with my dad. I don't even know why I call him my dad anymore. And besides the fact that hospitals creep me out, Dr. Brennan doesn't help the fact when he pries into my business. I'm sick and tired of everybody sticking their nose where it doesn't belong!" I watched basically in horror as Nat picked up a picture frame and threw it across the living room.

Alex and I watched as it smashed against the wall and then shatter to pieces on the ground. "Alex, go to your room right now," I told him, standing up from the couch.

He quickly hurried from the room and slammed the bedroom door behind him.

"Nat," I said softly. "I know that you don't want people in your business. I know it's upsetting. And I get that your dad is the last thing you want to talk about. I know how you feel. But it's not okay to just…lash out. You're scaring Alex."

"I know…" He said, running a hand through his hair, staring at the pieces of the frame on the floor. He walked over to them and kneeled down, completely ignoring the tiny shards of glass everywhere.

"Nat, be careful."

I guess he wasn't paying attention because the next thing I knew he jumped back from the pile and held his hand in pain. I ran over to him and carefully kneeled next to him. "Let me see your hand."

He slowly moved his hand so that I could see it better. There was a cut, and it was bleeding, but nothing that was hospital worthy.

"What is it with you and cutting your hand?" I joked.

He smiled weakly.

"Come on." We both stood up, with me still holding onto his hand and slowly walked into the bathroom. When we passed through the bedroom, Alex stood up from Nat's bed trying to get a better look at his hand. "What happened? Is he bleeding?"

"I'm fine, Alex," Nat reassured his brother as we walked into the bathroom.

I took out the first aid kit again, sprayed his cut with disinfectant and wrapped his hand in a bandage. "See, all better." I smiled up at him.

He shook his head. "Yeah, right."

"You know you can't keep losing your temper like that."

"I know, and I'm sorry." He sighed again, squeezing his eyes shut. "God, I'm just like him. I'm just like my dad. I always have been."

"How many times will it take of me saying it to get it through your head? You're not like your father. Yes, you do have a short temper. But you can control it much better than he can. We just need to find you a healthy way to get your anger out."

"Good luck with that," Nat said, leaning against the bathroom sink.

"We'll figure this all out. I promise."

"I don't know about that either, but okay."

"Are you guys okay?" Alex asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway.

"We're fine, Alex," Nat said.

"Why is your hand wrapped in a bandage? What happened?"

"I just cut myself on some glass."

"That reminds me, we should definitely clean up that glass before anyone else gets hurt." I led the way out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and back into the living room. "Nat, do you guys have a broom and a dust pan?"

He nodded and ran into the kitchen and came back with what I asked for. We both kneeled down and carefully swept up the glass. After we threw it away I walked back over to where the frame landed and saw what the actual picture was. It was a picture of Nat, who looked like he was eleven, maybe twelve years old and Alex who was eight or nine years old, smiling as they sat on the couch, and in the middle of them, smiling at the camera along with them, was their father.

Maybe that's why he threw that frame in particular? But the real question was: What do I do with the picture? Would they want to keep it? Or would they want to throw it away?

"What's that?"

I quickly put the picture behind my back, even though I knew it was too late. Nat had already seen something.