AN: Sorry for the wait, I've just had a hard time writing this chapter...and it shows. I have never, ever in my life been so upset with how something has turned out that I've written. I was almost in tears while writing the Alvittany scene in this because it's so terribly written and so out of character. I want to bang my head against the wall for this entire chapter...but I hope it's somewhat enjoyable, even though it sucks and nothing really happens in it...I think this story will only have a couple of chapters left.

Please try to enjoy.


Alvin glanced away from the TV and at the brother at his bedside. Simon was stiff as a board, his eyes wide as he stared up at the television.

If Alvin hadn't known what fear looked like, he would have known that very instant. He'd never seen someone so scared in his life.

Simon wasn't the only one in the room who had gone silent when the woman on the television spoke, everyone in the room had. Alvin, Brittany, the nurse...

The seconds ticked by like hours, but eventually Simon stood up shakily, adjusting his glasses. "I'm going to go to the..to the bathroom." They all watched him as he stepped out of the room.


Theodore stood at the airport, looking around frantically and feeling lost and out of place. He clutched his dark green carry-on to his chest, pretending that, instead of hugging the bag, he was hugging its contents.

He was scared. He had been scared ever since he'd received that phone call. It had started out on a happy note, he was told that Simon was no longer in the home of those terrible murderers. Then, however, his optimism dropped when he found out exactly how Simon had been rescued.

The phone call had been from Brittany. Theodore was a bit confused as to why she had called him instead of Eleanor, and it didn't take long for his curiosity to get the better of him and for him to ask.

Brittany had told him that Eleanor had been traumatized. She hadn't acted the same since she'd directly witnessed Alvin kill a man.

Theodore felt terrible...he hadn't been there to help comfort his brothers, he hadn't been there to help comfort Eleanor, or Brittany, or Jeanette...this whole time he had been of no help to anyone.

He wasn't going to let that happen anymore. He needed to see his brothers before it was too late. Immediately after hanging up the phone he had talked to his parents about getting him on the next flight to California.


"I'll leave you two alone for a bit."

Ever since the nurse had said that, neither Alvin nor Brittany had said a word. It went on for what felt like hours...but eventually Brittany broke the silence.

"You're a good brother, Alvin..." She stared at the television, which was still on, but muted, still not meeting Alvin's eyes. "Stupid, but a good brother."

Alvin smirked at her. "That wasn't the reaction I expected from you."

Brittany's eyes narrowed as she turned towards her counterpart. "What's that supposed to mean? Here I am being all sentimental, and you're being...being..well..Alvin!" She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Just trying to lighten the mood..."

"Well you're not doing a very good job." Brittany turned her head away from him once more.

Alvin sighed. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Brittany, what did they do with my bag?"

"The police took it."

"Oh..." Alvin's face fell. "Damn."

"Why..?" The Chipette raised an eyebrow.

"There was..." Alvin looked out the window. "A...gift in there. For you."

Brittany opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Alvin had a gift for her? She found the whole idea of that rather odd. He had always refused to give her gifts when they were kids, even on her birthday. Of course, if Alvin bought a gift, it was almost always for himself.

"Brittany...you remember that time we went to the beach together when we were like..eight and I put sand down your swimsuit top? You chased me around for an hour."

Brittany smirked. "Then I forgave you when you found that pretty seashell I used to make a necklace? Of course I remember that."

"The picture Dave took after I gave you that shell was your gift...but it was in that bag, so..."


Simon passed the armed police officers outside of the door, barely able to hold back the glare he wanted to shoot at them. They acted as though Alvin was a criminal...which, he technically was, but...he was a hero.

Simon hadn't thought of it like that before. He should be thankful for what Alvin had done...if it wasn't for Alvin, Simon would probably be dead right now. He had jumped right into being angry, and rightfully so, but he shouldn't have been completely angry with Alvin.

Simon slowly walked into the men's bathroom, leaning against the wall when he arrived. He slowly slid down the wall, resting his arms and head on his knees when he reached the floor. The place was probably coated in germs, but at that moment, Simon couldn't find it in himself to care.

All he could think about was what was going to happen next. Alvin would probably end up in prison for murder, and Simon would probably end up in the clutches of that...that...bitch again. He'd never see Alvin again, he'd never see the girls again, and he'd never be reunited with Theodore at all.

Simon sighed and stared up at the wall. It was like the whole world was falling even further apart than it had years ago...there was no way for this story to have a happy ending.


My god that was fucking terrible..just looking at it makes me ashamed to have written it. :/ Thank you for reading.