Gunther shifts a little, blinking awake. he looks down immediately. Kicks still asleep, curled up against his side, though he'd shifted to completely bury himself into Gunthers side. Brianna is gone though.

"Bri?" Gunther asks. he sits up a little. " Brianna?" Gunther calls slightly louder.

"I'm here. relax." Brianna says, walking out of the bedroom. she's redressed in her clothes from yesterday. "I'm sorry if I woke you. mom and dad are blowing up my phone threatening to show up over here. I don't want them waking him up, or like, stress him out or anything. he needs his rest. I don't want them to show up and bother him." Brianna murmurs. Gunther nods.

"be careful out there, okay?" Gunther says. Brianna nods. "you can come back anytime you need to. couch is always open for you. I know this isn't easy for you…" Gunther frowns. Brianna shrugs.

"its fine. I'll be safe." Brianna assures. she heads out of their apartment, carefully locking the door behind her. Kick mumbles, nuzzling his face into Gunthers side. he shifts slightly, blinking and lifting his head sleepily. his hair is sticking up everywhere and it makes Gunther smiles a little.

"hey, lay back down, what are you doing?" Gunther asks, gently pulling him back down. Kick goes easily, mumbling again. he curls back up, contented to go back to sleep.

"s'Bri?" Kick mumbles.

"she had to leave. she was afraid your parents would come wake you up if she didn't." Gunther murmurs. Kick growls lowly,. "shhhh, go back to sleep. its early." Gunther murmurs softly. he rolls onto his side and pulls Kick to his chest.

"don't squish me, pulls on my stitches." Kick mumbles. Gunther loosens his hold and kisses his head. they've only settled back down for a few minutes, when Gunthers cell phone rings. Gunther groans and grabs it from the ground, answering it.

"hello?" Gunther asks.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Brianna says. Gunther sits up some.

"whats wrong?" Gunther asks.

"they're heading up right now." Brianna says.

"great." Gunther mutters. he gets up quickly.

"Gunth?" Kick mumbles.

"your parents are on their way up." Gunther says, carefully scooping Kick up.

"put me down." Kick mumbles.

"nope, I'm putting you in the bedroom. you'll be safe from them in there." Gunther says. Kick mumbles softly, burying his face into Gunthers neck, willing to let himself be moved.

"you gonna be able to handle them alone?" Kick murmurs. Gunther nods.

"yeah, I've got it." Gunther assures. "I'm gonna lock the bedroom door alright?" Gunther asks.

"I dunno if I'll be able to get up and unlock it." Kick mumbles.

"I'll take the key, its no big deal." Gunther murmurs. there's a loud knock on their front door and Gunther frowns. "alright, stay here." Gunther says. Kick mumbles, curling up more.

"good luck." Kick grumbles. Gunther smiles and locks the bedroom door, heading for the front door. he swings the door open to find Harold and Honey standing there, waiting for him.

"where's Kick?" Honey frowns.

"sleeping. I won't let you bother him." Gunther frowns.

"he's in danger." Harold says. Gunther looks confused.

"Brad?" Gunther asks.

"no, worse, Jackie." Honey says. Gunther frowns.

"but Jackie-" Gunther tries.

"broke into our house last night looking for Kick." Honey frowns.

"what?" Gunther asks, shocked.

"thats why we were so desperate to get ahold of Brianna this morning. when we found out she slept here, we still needed to make sure you three were okay." Honey explains.

"we… we're fine. he's asleep in the bedroom. we all slept on the couch last night. fell asleep watching a movie." Gunther says.

"so she didn't break in here?" Gunther asks.

"not that I know of, but I haven't checked the cameras." Gunther frowns.

"cameras?" Honey asks. Gunther nods.

"I made Kick agree to them after that fan broke in and tried to set him on fire while I was in the shower." Gunther frowns. he'd been real lucky that Kicks first thought was the shower, where he'd immediately run and jumped into to put himself out. Gunther was pretty sure he'd traumatized the guy stepping out of the shower fully naked and absolutely enraged. Kick had suffered several 1st and 2nd degree burns. Gunther still remembers Kicks shout for him to move as he slammed open the bathroom door, body engulfed in flames and threw himself into the shower. Gunther had ended up with a couple burns himself. he's also silently grateful they didn't have cameras back then, he can't imagine the footage of him running naked through the apartment, chasing the creep, being played inside a court room for all to see.

"I remember that. it was probably all his stunts that kept him calm and helped him think about how to put himself out." Honey murmurs. "the cops were sure it was just a stunt gone wrong and refused to prosecute." Honey frowns. Gunther nods, grabbing his phone to look through the cameras. he was honestly surprised Honey remembered the incident, Brianna had been away in New York with them for a pageant.

"there's nothing on the cameras." Gunther says. "she didn't get in here." Gunther says, looking up at them.

"but she could." Honey frowns.

"and Kicks in no shape to protect himself." Harold adds. Gunther glares, he knows what they want. its what they've wanted since Kick moved out.

"he's safe here. I can keep him perfectly safe." Gunther assures.

"I understand that, but I think he'd be safer-" Honey starts.

"what in the house we were almost killed in?" Gunther glares.

"Gunther, we want him to come home." Harold demands.

"why? so she can break in next time and hurt him? I don't think so, Kicks safer here. you need to go." Gunther says, slamming the door shut on them. he locks it, before heading quickly to check on Kick. being on the third floor wouldn't stop Jackie. he opens the door and sighs a little. Kicks still curled up on the bed.

"what happened?" Kick mumbles, blinking awake to look at Gunther. he still looks exhausted.

"I'm gonna fold of the couch and put you back on it so I can keep an eye on you." Gunther says. Kick looks confused.

"that bad?" he asks, slowly pushing himself to sit up.

"don't hurt yourself!" Gunther cries, running over quickly.

"I'm fine." Kick murmurs. "now tell me whats got you all…" Kick trails, waving his hand at Gunther. Ginther bites his lip.

"Jackie is back." Gunther says.

"Jackie? but she's… in jail, isn't she?" Kick asks.

"I guess not. she broke into your parents house last night." Gunther says.

"or so they say." KIck frowns, getting up. "let me guess, oh no Kick, Jackie is back, please come live with us again." Kick scoffs.

"yeah that's abouts right." Gunther murmurs. Kick grumbles.

"help me up?" Kick asks. Gunther helps him up carefully.

"you alright?" Gunther asks.

"I need to piss." Kick mumbles. Gunther nods.

"okay, I'll make some soup, alright?" Gunther murmurs. Kick nods slightly.

"might get your help for a shower later." Kick mutters. Gunther nods at him.

"yeah, best to get help, instead of hurting yourself." Gunther murmurs. Kick nods and heads for the bathroom. Gunther watches him go, before heading for the kitchen. maybe Kicks parents are right? maybe they should find somewhere safer for Kick until he can defend himself again. Kick isn't going to go for that and he knows it.

Gunther is so lost in thought, that he jumps when two arms wrap around him. Kick hisses softly behind him. Gunther drops the ladle in his hand and carefully turns around.

"Kick! I'm sorry, are you okay?" Gunther asks.

"I'm fine, wasn't expecting you to jump." Kick says, dropping his head against Gunther. the bigger immediately wraps his arms around him. "you want to leave too." Kick mutters.

"yes, kinda…. you're not safe with Jackie around, neither of us are and… we'll if she does something like she did last time, I know it was only a couple of stairs but, Kick you couldn't handle a fall like that right now." Gunther murmurs. "if… if you started bleeding really bad again-" Gunther starts.

"I'll be okay Gunther." Kick assures. "I want to see the video now." Kick says. Gunther tenses. Kick frowns slightly.

"Kick, I… I dunno…" Gunther trails.

"if you can't watch it with me Gunther that's okay, I just need to see it." Kick says.

"I know you do, like you need to see a failed stunt." Gunther mumbles. "but… its brutal Kick. we've done a lot of dangerous and stupid things, but like…. Kick…" Gunther trails.

"you don't have to watch with me." Kick assures. Gunther hugs him to his chest, tightly. it hurts, but Kick doesn't pull away. "do you want me to watch it without you?" Kick asks.

"no, I'll watch it with you." Gunther assures.

"you don't have to-" Kick tries.

"maybe having you next to me, knowing you're alive…. will make it not so bad…" Gunther murmurs.

"I won't make you watch it with me." Kick assures. Gunther shakes his head, letting go to turn around and stir his soup.

"no I want to watch it with you." Gunther says. "let me finish this first." Gunther says. there's a loud knock at the door and Kick turns to look at the door.

"yeah, I'll get the door." Kick says.

"no way!" Gunther shouts, grabbing him and putting him up on the counter.

"wha- Gunther." Kick glares.

"sorry. i-it could be Jackie! just stay here." Gunther says. he heads quickly to the door.

"where the fuck would I go? I jump down and I'll probably rip my stitches again." Kick grumbles, rubbing the stitches on his neck gently. Gunther heads for the door and carefully looks into the peep hole. last time it had been Jackie, he'd almost lost his eye when she'd slammed herself against the door.

"KIIIIICKKKK! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! IC AN HEAR YOU BREATHING!"

Gunther winces pulling back. it was Jackie for sure. he carefully clicks the lock on the door, hoping she won't hear it. he turns and heads back to the kitchen.

"sounds like she knows I'm here." Kick mutters.

"we should get out of here Kick." Gunther frowns.

"I'm not exactly fit to run right now." Kick frowns. "our restraining order is still in affect, can't we just, take the easy route and call the cops? I'm exhausted Gunth." Kick mutters.

"we could go down the fire escape." Gunther says.

"and what?" Kick asks.

"call the cops while we're not in here. I'd rather you not end up hurt again." Gunther frowns. Kick nods slightly.

"alright if that's the plan we have to go with." Kick says. Gunther helps him off the counter carefully. as much as Kick would like to brush her off and ignore her, he's not in the shape for any of her antics. he'd rather not end up back in the hospital. Gunther snatches his cell phone and heads for their room with Kick following behind. the fire escape it out their bedroom window and Kick immediately realizes an issue with Gunthers plan. "uh Gunther?" Kick asks.

"yeah?" Gunther asks, lifting the window.

"I can't climb out the window." Kick says. Gunther looks confused.

"you do it all the time." Gunther says. Kick nods slightly, maybe he could get through the window without hurting himself, he usually slides right through without even touching it. he's more worried about catching his stitches. he watches Gunther climb out the window and pauses.

"no. wait, I'm Kick Buttowski, I'm not running from a crazy girl Gunther." Kick frowns.

"you just got out of the hospital Kick, now climb out the window, I don't want to fight Jackie again." Gunther frowns. "she's not just 'wacky Jackie' anymore Kick. we're not kids. she broke your ankle and tried to kidnap you. we're getting out of here and calling the police." Gunther says, firmly.

"I've faced worse than Jackie." Kick glares.

"you got stabbed nine times for it too. now what?" Gunther glares.

"Gunther, this is embarrassing-" Kick starts.

"it could save both of our lives, now come on. she already knows we're home and ignoring her." Gunther frowns. Kick huffs, but follows Gunther out the window. he pauses again when they get to the stairs.

"Gunther." Kick frowns.

"what now?" Gunther frowns. Kick points.

"the stairs." Kick frowns. do to the placement of some of his stitches, they recommended he not go down stairs, or he'd risk ripping them open.

"come on." Gunther says, yanking Kicking over to him.

"hey!" Kick yelps. Gunther pulls the smaller up onto his back quickly.

"I'll take the stairs, you call the cops." Gunther says. Kick grunts and grabs the phone when Gunther offers it to him.

"this is stupid." Kick mutters.

"911, what is your emergency?"

Kick grumbles to himself.

"yeah, my stalker showed up at my apartment, I still have a restraining order against her." Kick says.

"your stalker sir? is your stalker in your apartment?"

"not as far as I know." Kick mutters.

"and where are you?"

"heading down the fire escape." Kick says.

"you mentioned you have a restraining order against them? you know who it is?"

"yeah, Jackie Wackerman." Kick mutters.

"Jacky Wackerman? wait, is this Clarence Buttowski?"

"unfortunately. look this girl broke my ankle when i refused to date her. I just got stabbed by my bother nine times less than a week ago, can someone just come get her so I can go back to my couch?" Kick asks.

"we're sending someone to your apartment now, you said you're walking down the fire escape? after being stabbed nine times?"

"no, my roommate is carrying me." Kick says.

"wow, you must be angry, I've been demoted from best friend to roommate." Gunther grunts, shifting him carefully as he makes it to the final steps. Kick hisses softly when Gunther takes a hard step, making his stitches rub against his shirt. "sorry.' Gunther murmurs.

"someone is with you?"

"yeah if you know who I am, you should know whose with me." Kick mutters.

"Gunther Magnuson?"

"yeah, he's the one. should we meet the cops somewhere?" Kick frowns.

"where are you are right now?"

"behind the apartment building. you can put me down now." Kick mutters.

"hang on, I'm looking for somewhere I can put you down so you don't have to hit the ground hard." Gunther mutters. he finds a stump not far away and puts Kick on it, then helps him down.

"Kick! there you are!" Jackie grins.

"shit." Kick mutters.

"is everything alright?"

"we get all the way down here and she catches up with us." Kick mutters.

"she found you?"

"yeah." Kick mutters. he looks at Gunther. "should've guessed she'd try to come up the fire escape when we didn't answer." he frowns. Gunther shrugs slightly, eyes firmly on Jackie.

"Kiiiiiccckkkk" Jackie whines. "it took forever to find you! its like you were trying to avoid me!" Jackie grins.

"you pushed me down stairs and broke my ankle, then tried to kidnap me! of course I was avoiding you!" Kick snaps. Jackie waves his words off slightly.

"I was just trying to make it so you couldn't run away." Jackie shrugs. she glares at Gunther. "but thenGunthershowed up." Jackie huffs.

"duh, he's my best friend. of course he'd show up to keep me away from you." Kick huffs.

" don't antagonize her. the police will be there soon."

"Kick, come on-" Jackie tries.

"no Jackie. we're not kids anymore. we're 17. you need to stop this." Kick glares.

"but I love you." Jackie says. "I love your stunts and you awesomeness and-" Jackie tries.

"no you don't." Kick frowns. "you're obsessed." Kick huffs.

"you don't love Kick, you love the idea of him." Gunther frowns.

"whats happening?"

"stay back you fucking freak." Kick glares when Jackie steps towards Gunther.

" ?"

"hey! give me my phone back!"

"Buttowski, what's happening?"

"get off him!"

all the operator can hear is what sounds like a fight.

"Clarence?"

it sounds as though the phone has been forgotten, probably thrown to the side.

"Clarence!"

"Kick get the phone!"

there's the sounds of scrambling and suddenly the phones picked up again.

"Clarence?"

"we're okay, but… uh… you might want to send an ambulance." Kick frowns.

"who got hurt?"

"Jackie." Kick says. he glances over at Gunther, whose sitting on the ground to the side. his face is bleeding, but he appears okay other than that.

"where is she now?"

"she's not going anywhere, if that's what you're worried about. Gunther tackled her and she busted her head on a rock. she's unconscious. I can see her breathing from here." Kick says.

"we already have emergency services in route with the police, you should see them any second. while you're waiting, you and Gunther get away from her."

Kick winces and gets up off the ground, crawling over to the phone had been a bad idea.

"Gunther, get away from her. you okay?" Kick asks. Gunther scoots away from Jackie's unconscious body.

"yeah, m'good." Gunther mutters. Kick nods.

"I hear them." Kick says.

"stay on the line until you see them."

Kick waves the cops over to them.

"they're here." Kick says. "thanks, for the help." Kick grunts, sitting down.

"I didn't do anything, I'm just the voice on the other end of the phone."

Kick snorts a little.

"you did more than you think. in a moment of… I dunno what to call it, panic, I guess? in a moment of panic you were the calm. I probably would've been yelling at Gunther the whole time for making us try to escape if I hadn't been on the phone. so, yeah, you helped. thank." Kick mutters, hanging up. Kick waves his arm at the cops, waving them over as he heads to sit beside Gunther. he plops down beside him hard.

"you good?" Gunther asks.

"yeah. she only came after me for the phone." Kick frowns.

"you're bleeding." Gunther says, watching the cops walk over to them.

"so are you." Kick frowns.

"she scratched my face, I've had worse. your stitches are bleeding though." Gunther says.

"I'll be fine." Kick assures. he groans and leans against Gunther. "I did nothing and I'm freaking exhausted." Kick huffs. Gunther snorts slightly.

"crazy does that." Gunther mutters.

a quick trip back to the hospital to fix Kicks stitches and patch up Gunthers face, and the two are back at their apartment.

"think she fucked it up?" Kick asks, looking at their door. Gunther shrugs slightly.

"maybe, door looks fine. maybe she didn't make it in?" Gunther asks. Kick groans lowly and Gunther looks over worriedly. "you okay?" Gunther asks. Kick looks annoyed.

"does this mean we have to move again?" Kick huffs. Gunther smiles at him slightly, snorting.

"maybe, but for now I think we're okay. she's going back to jail, hopefully prison this time, so we should be fine." Gunther chuckles. he opens their door and walks in, looking around. "doesn't look like she go in here." Gunther says, moving to let Kick in. Kick glances around as he walks in.

"good. I don't want to move again, we just fully settled in here after,last moved." Kick grumbles. Gunther shutters. the last time they'd had to move a bunch of haters broke in and trashed their apartment, the police had them relocate for their safety.

"don't remind me." Gunther mutters. they both collapse onto the couch, leaning together. they both heave quiet sighs, settling onto the couch.

Kick leans against his partner, half asleep. he drops his head against Gunthers shoulder, ready to fall asleep right here and now.

"you still want to see the video?" Gunther asks. Kick shifts and sits up slightly.

"kinda, but I know you don't want to see it." Kick says.

'I told you I'd watch it with you." Gunther mutters. "it'll be easier to watch with you." Gunther adds.

"might as well watch it now." Kick says. Gunther nods slightly and gets up, connect his phone to the TV.

"the've sensored it now, but I have the original." Gunther says. Kick nods and lets Gunther settle back in against him.

the video starts, zoomed in on Brads stupid face, the older Buttowski is ranting on and on about Kick and Gunther, about how they were coming to the house for a visit. it quickly pans over to some stupid prank Brad has set up, the Kick easily over steps and warns Gunther of. its almost instant. they can see an immediate change in Brad face, in his body language. Brad swings at Kick knocking him to the ground before kicking him in the face. Kick goes flying back.

Kick doesn't remember any of this, he doesn't remember they fought in front of the couch, just behind the couch were the camera couldn't pick up everything that happened.

Kick lays on the floor looking dazed as Gunther tackles Brad behind the couch, yelling at him. Kick blinks slightly, slowly pushing himself up off the floor. he feels under his nose, looking shocked to see blood. Brad pulls back and punches Gunther hard. Gunther slams his head against the bookshelf as he collaspes, right where Kick remembers him laying.

he doesn't remember the panic cry of Gunthers name that leaves him as he throws himself over the couch at Brad.

Brad kicks him in the face again and Kick hits the ground, helmet landing not far away.

Kick doesn't recognize his own voice, shaky and confused, slightly fearful when he tells Brad to knock it off, that they weren't kids anymore.

"I sounded like that?" Kick asks, looking at Gunther. Gunther, of course, shrugs slightly.

"I don't know. I wasn't awake for literally any of this." Gunther murmurs. Kick frowns looking back at the screen.

Kicks running at his brother, who glares him down, with a scream of anger. he slams against Brad and freezes. his body shutters as he stands there. he swallows hard, glancing up at Brad. there's a fear on his face neither he, nor Gunther, have ever seen. his shirt is quickly becoming soaked with blood as Brad and Kick stare at each other a moment. Kick takes a shaky inhale. they can hear it practically rattling its way out of his body. Kick staring up at his brother, a betrayed and fearful look on his face. Brads face seems to darken as he stabs his brother again. Kick lets out a gurgled cry of pain, grasping onto his brothers arms as he stabs two more times. Brad easily shoves him off, Kick sinking slowly to his knees, eyes landing on Gunther. he disappears behind the couch, but Kick knows he's curled up behind the couch, he can hear himself whimper lowly.

at his side, Gunther is squeezing his hand. Kick can't pay him any attention as the doors kicked in.

someone runs over to him, kneeling beside him. Kicks hand appears from behind the couch, having dragged himself over, to grab Gunthers hand. Kick doesn't remember checking for Gunthers pulse, but he can see himself doing it, before he grabs hold of Gunthers hand. Gunthers hand twitches when Kicks goes lax.

"I wasn't even conscious when he kept stabbing me." Kick mutters, watching his brother attack his unconscious body. he watches his own body convulse, people are running around, yelling, ripping his shirt and trying to stop the bleeding.

Gunther shuts the video off.

"I can't watch anymore." Gunther murmurs.

"there's more?" Kick asks.

"you have… some sort of like, seizure. you died for a few minutes Kick, they brought you back. your brother actually killed you." Gunther mumbles, hugging him tightly. Kick looks shocked.

"he did?" Kick asks. Gunther nods slightly. "all because I didn't fall for his stupid prank." Kick mutters.

"can we not talk about this? can we watch something else? please? Kick I don't want to talk about this or think about this anymore." Gunther begs, hugging him tighter. Kick squirms.

"easy, easy. yeah. we can watch whatever you want Gunther." Kick murmurs. "just loosen up a little." Kick adds. Gunther lets him go.

"sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Gunther says, quickly.

"no its fine Gunther. you didn't hurt me, stop panicking Gunther, everything is okay." Kick assures gently. Gunther leans over to peck his cheek and gets up to grab his phone, and put a DVD in the player. he doesn't care what they watch right now as long as he doesn't have to see Kick getting stabbed again or hear his cry of pain, the low whimpers he let out before he passed out.

"hungry?" Gunther asks. Kick frowns, watching him.

"not really." Kick says.

"you haven't eaten in a while." Gunther says.

"you haven't either." Kick frowns.

"I'll make us some soup. will you eat if I eat too?" Gunther asks.

"yeah. I'll eat if you eat Gunth." Kick assures. Gunther nods and heads into the kitchen.

he comes back ten minutes later with bowls of left over soup for both of them. Kicks content to curl up with him and eat his soup. Gunther is quick to grab his still half full bowl and put it on their coffee table when Kick falls asleep, mid meal. he finishes his own bowl and curls up with the smaller, content to spend the rest of the day curled up with him while he rests.