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Can't Let You Go	By : Ellynndaria Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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                 The sound of the shot rang throughout the house, and footsteps started thundering throughout the estate and up the stairs. Everyone froze just inside the broken door frame in complete shock, the women all letting out their own cries of distress, the men muted cursing. Douglas and Fellon were now on the floor in Douglas’ room, a smoking gun in Douglas’ hand. Fellon, with a hand over his scarred cheek, blood covering his fingers and colorful curses coming from his mouth. “You fucking, jackass! AGAIN?!? In the fucking FACE?? Really! Sonofafucking….”
                Douglas shouted back, “If you would stop tackling me, this wouldn’t happen!”
                “You had a fucking gun to your head, you moron! What the fuck was I supposed to do… stand there and watch?!?”
                Douglas pushed himself up into a seated position. “You were supposed to stay out! Not that a locked door stopped anyone in this fucking house!”
                Fellon snarled and came up off the floor toward his brother, bloodied hand flashing forward in a solid back-handed slap right across Douglas’ face. “That’s because everyone in this fucking house actually cares whether you live or die, you… ass-hat!”
                Douglas’ head jerked toward the side from the force of the slap, his hand shakingly reaching up from adrenaline and shock. Looking back at his brother, he asked sadly, “Why? I should have died a long time ago, and you have made it quite clear you have never wanted a brother.”
                Fellon slowly rose to his feet, just as shaky as his brother. “Why the hell would you even begin to think something like that? I’ve never thought that way, ever.”
                “You said you wished I was never born.”
                Now, Fellon looked genuinely confused. “What? When the hell did I say that?”
                “In junior high, right before I told everyone you were my cousin.”
                “… Are you joking? Of all the things I’ve said to you over the years, you retain some stupid crack I made when I was probably mad over something equally stupid? It was junior high for fuck’s sake!”
                “Of all the things you have ever said to me, that was the worst…” Douglas swallowed down the rest, the part about starting the whole chain of events after. Fellon never wanted to talk about it, and Douglas was used to burying it for him; best to keep trying.
                “Douglas… I…   I never meant any of that shit. I thought you would know that. You’re my brother, damnit.”
                Douglas’ state made attempts at normal unsuccessful, and he lashed out, “Well, when I thought finally had my brother back after four years without him, he insisted on staying just my cousin.”
                “You really think I didn’t hear what you said to that girl when you first realized the name called in class really was me? After four years of no contact at all… I thought that was what you wanted.”
                Douglas racked his brain to recall what Fellon was talking about, an instant at their first day of college, and they had somehow wound up in the same class. Roll was called, and after his own his brother’s was called. Douglas thought it was some horrid joke at first, until he saw Fellon. Douglas had been shocked, and the girl next to him asked if they were related. Before he could stop it, the answer of cousin slipped. “It just came out! I didn’t know what to say; I hadn’t heard from you either.”
                Fellon actually looked pained. “I wrote. All the time. I lost track of how many times I was ca- in trouble for writing you when I was supposed to be doing work.”
                Douglas looked away. “I wrote you all the time, too.”
                Fellon sighed heavily. “… It was Mom, wasn’t it?”
                Douglas said quietly, equally as pained as Fellon, “Yes.”
                “Dammit.” Fellon glanced up and noticed Bethany in the broken doorway. Knowing what she’d been doing, he gave a little nod toward Douglas. “Ugh. We’ll revisit this later. Right now, I want you to listen, Douglas. You’re my brother. My blood. That’s more important than anything else, and I would NEVER wish for anything different. Are we clear?”
                Douglas looked at Fellon, studying him a few moments trying to figure out if he was just trying to appease him so he wouldn’t try this again or was serious. “Yes.”
                “Good. Then let’s get your ass up and get some actual rest, instead of a complete drunken stupor.” Fellon stood over Douglas and offered his clean hand to help Douglas stand. “By the way, where the hell is your gun that you had to steal mine?”
                “That bitch took it,” he replied, taking the hand and standing up.
                Fellon nodded, “Bethany, you ready?”
                Douglas raised an eyebrow. “Ready?”
                “I told you. You’re getting some rest.”
                “Okay, well, hard to do that with all these people hovering in my bedroom.”
                “We’ll clear everyone out. Don’t worry about it.” Fellon held on to Douglas’ hand firmly. Bethany, who’d slowly approached, abruptly latched on to his bare forearm, and in a matter of seconds, swiped an alcohol pad across his skin and stabbed a needle into his vein, injecting Douglas with an unknown substance.
                “What the hell?!” Douglas yelled in shock at his brother.
                “You’re not exactly in your right mind right now, Douglas. We’re making sure you get some actual rest.” Fellon looked toward the group. “Clear out, everybody. I’m going to get Douglas settled in.” The others slowly exited the room. Isabela and Bethany were last to leave, slightly unsure if they should comply, but knowing Douglas would be alright with Fellon, they finally left.
                Douglas was now staring at his arm in disbelief, “Are you crazy? What was that?”
                Fellon shrugged. “No clue. But I do know Bethany wouldn’t shoot you up with anything too terribly dangerous.”
                “Gee thanks,” Douglas studied his arm like he was waiting for it to fall off or start swelling as big as his head.
                “We probably don’t have enough time to get you a proper bath, but let’s at least get some clean clothes on.” Fellon pulled on Douglas’ hand, leading him to sit on his bed.
                Douglas sat down on the edge, looking at his brother. “I’m sorry about your face… again,” calling after his brother as he headed for the bathroom.
                “It’ll heal,” Fellon said dismissively. The sound of water turning on, and muted cursing barely heard over it came back into the bedroom though. Fellon came back with a rag and slightly clean up, but still bleeding, handing over the moistened wash cloth. Douglas took it without a word, setting to his new task.
Rifling through Douglas’ orderly dresser drawers, Fellon pulled out a fresh t-shirt and pajama bottoms. “… I’m sorry I hit you.”
                Douglas muttered through the shirt coming over his head, “I’ve got bigger problems than having some sense knocked into me right now.”
                “I’d have to hit you harder than that to knock sense into you right now, I think.” Fellon returned to the bed with clean clothes, leaving his brother’s drawers in moderate disarray and threw the clothes at Douglas. “Here. Get changed.” Douglas made a face at the comment and the drawer, but complied silently, changing into the clean pajamas while Fellon watched. “You know… I remember when these roles used to be reversed. Dad had spanked my ass for something stupid. You helped me get ready for bed… Where did things start going so wrong?”
                “About the time this hair started changing color? I don’t know,” Douglas answered, pointing to the hair on his head. They had once both been light blond haired little boys, but during Douglas’ preteen years it changed over while Fellon’s bleached out further from the sun.
                Fellon gave a small smirk at the comment as Douglas’ eyelids were starting to get droopy, and his body started to sag from the drug. “Lay your ass down before you fall down.”
                Douglas started to nod, but spied the pictures of Anders on the floor, and he went to retrieve them. As he knelt down, he toppled over on his knees and rolled to seated position on the floor. “Ya, I think whatever it is is working.”
                “Tch… you dork.” Fellon moved to his brother, tugging one of Douglas’ arms up over his shoulder and hoisting him up, flopping him back onto the bed. Once he got Douglas situated, he turned and knelt down, retrieving the pictures Douglas had been trying to get. “Where’d you get these?”
                Douglas sighed, “That was supposedly the evidence against you. Instead, I got those with a note saying if I told anyone, he’d be next. I can’t let that happen.”
                Fellon gave Douglas a long, measured look. “You really do have feelings for him, don’t you?”
                Douglas smiled vaguely. “I love him. I wouldn’t punch my brother in the face for someone I didn’t.” Douglas’ smile turned to a frown and shrugged, “Doesn’t matter now.” He lay down on his side.
                Fellon regarded his brother for a few moments before walking around to the other side of the bed. Lying down, the brothers faced each other again. “You think he… cares for you?”
                “I believe he did. I doubt he does anymore.”
                Fellon swallowed, not quite believing, himself, what he was about to say. “… I think he does. That’s why he’s so pissed off.”
                “I hurt him, he won’t come back. He shouldn’t come back,” Douglas’ eyes closed.
                “You didn’t do a damned thing, you hear me?” Fellon reached across the bit of space between them and grabbed Douglas’ shoulder, shaking it with a bit of force and unwittingly rousing Douglas slightly. “That Coterie slut and her little friend are the ones responsible. The only ones responsible!”
                Douglas looked at his brother again. “I didn’t want to do it. They threatened you. They threatened him. They had my freaking gun, but that’s not what he saw.” Douglas looked ashamed. “I tried not to do that, but I couldn’t stop myself.”
                Fellon scooted across the large bed a bit until he was close enough to rest his forehead against Douglas’, a position the brothers had slept in many times as children. “It’s alright, Douglas. It’s going to be alright. I promise.”
                “They’ll kill him, won’t they? He’d be useless to them any other way.” His thoughts were scattered, either because he really was losing it or because of the drugs, he couldn’t tell. He closed his eyes again. “I don’t want to die; I just… don’t want him to die more. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same for Isabela.”
                “I wouldn’t have to put my life on the line for Iz; she can take care of herself and then some.” Fellon gave another little smirk, “… But I’d do it anyway. That’s what people do for the ones they care about.” He could tell Douglas was fading fast. “Get some sleep, Dougie. I’ll take care of you.”
                This time, Douglas smiled vaguely at the childhood name, what Fellon had always called him when they were little and before he had become too grown up to be called anything other than Douglas, or at least when he thought so. Mostly asleep not even sure if he actually said “I love you, Big Brother,” out loud or not before the drugs took their full effect.
                The words were slurred, but Fellon caught them, and lightly tapped his forehead against Douglas’, giving a soft chuckle. “You too, Little Brother.” When he was certain Douglas was well and truly asleep, Fellon rose from the bed and tucked a blanket around Douglas’ sleeping form. He had some work to do.
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