Disclaimer- Still not mine.

Kyntak entered Six's room quietly, only to find him clumsily pulling on a shirt. This revealed the still raw wounds that he had just been treated for, as well as the fact that the drugs still had some time till they wore off. Kyntak closed the door, harder than normal, and Six glanced up. His eyes didn't quite focus, and Kyntak noticed that stress lines he hadn't even known were there were gone.

"Shouldn't you still be in bed?" He asked.

"Usually," responded Six, "but Ace lets me go early now that she knows."

"Oh." There was silence, and Kyntak saw Six start to shift at his staring. "I'll just go home, now." Six said suddenly, and went to brush past Kyntak. When he didn't move and Six almost fell over, Kyntak caught his elbow and said,

"Oh, yeah, driving seems like an amazing idea right now."

"Wasn't going to," Six said, almost petulantly.

He went to say something else, but staggered. Confusion fell in the form of his eyebrows furrowing, and Kyntak was surprised that he could read him so easily, even as drugged up as Six was right now.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Six demanded.

"Haven't you ever been on pain relievers before?" Even as he asked it, Kyntak knew that pain killers shouldn't be hitting his brother so hard, unless….

"Well, yeah. But I think Ace said she upped my dosage since my metabolism was so much faster than a normal persons….."

Kyntak closed his eyes and sighed. "Come on, then," he told Six. "I'll drive you home."

He walked his brother out of the Deck, not seeing anybody else, since most of the Hearts were probably away on missions. When they reached his car, he quickly dumped Six into the passenger seat, and was vividly reminded of when he had driven Six and Nai from the Lab by the way his head lolled forward, and his eyes closed in sleep.

He wondered just how much Ace had pumped into him for Six to so absolutely out of it.

Six groaned. As conciseness filtered in, his side throbbed, and he noticed his mouth was as dry as when RTI had been in session.

As he shifted, he went stiff, realizing that he wasn't anywhere he recognized. The sheets under him were bright green, nothing like they grey he slept on or the white of the Deck hospital. Muddy memories started to filter in, and he realized that he was probably in Kyntak's house. Pushing himself up, he shook his body to try and get rid of the soreness. He rolled out of the unfamiliar bed wondered outside of the rather messy room.

He didn't know how long he'd been out, but he was still in his clothes from last night, and when he got to the living room, Kyntak was asleep on the couch.

He felt a pang of guilt at seeing his twin kicked out of his own bed because he'd misjudged the amount of pain killers Ace had given him. He didn't blame her, because she was experimenting and had no real reason to believe she'd given him too much. He did, however, blame himself. He knew his limits, knew that the human amount would do, but he was always in pain after he woke up, and he'd thought if it would just take it away

He silently ignored the fact that it had, and very effectively at that.

As he turned to leave, he head a rustling as Kyntak shifted and then asked, "Where're you going?"

Six sighed, replying, "Home."

It was short, simple. Designed to create distance, and reduce pain for one if the other got hurt or died. It wouldn't stop it for him, he knew, but if he kept it up long enough, Kyntak would lose interest, and Six might just be able to go back to his normal life. There was brief pause, before Kyntak asked, bluntly, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Six felt his spine stiffen at the question, and kept his eyes straight ahead, hiding his expression from his brother. He didn't worry about his voice, having mastered that at the tender age of ten, when it had started cracking around the other Clubs, who were all in their late teens or twenty's.

"Yes." He responded. "Plenty." Kyntak's voice came from beside him, much closer than Six was used to people being. He moved away, face turning, and saw that Kyntak was deathly serious.

"Then why don't they show up on your file?"

Six couldn't look away. He opened his mouth, but Kyntak cut him off. "In fact, I don't recall any direct kills on your file at all. "

Six snapped, "That doesn't mean I didn't kill them."

"By what? Not being everywhere at once? By not being human? "

"Exactly!" Six yelled, spinning all the way around to face his shocked brother. "Don't you get it? I'm not human. I couldn't afford to be, even if I was. I should protect people, not kill them—"

"And what about me?" Kyntak demanded. "Should I be everywhere? We're the same genetically, after all. "

Six looked at him, blinking.

"And you didn't answer my question. "

"You didn't ask one."

Kyntak's lips twitched, once, briefly. "How many direct—as in, shoot them in the face, drop them off a cliff—people have you killed."

Six hesitated, and answered,"…. One. "

Kyntak nodded. "And was he trying to kill you?"

"Yes. But I panicked, I could've—"

"What? What the hell could you have done differently, Six? Besides keeping his dog tags as a - as a what? A memorial? That isn't healthy, Six."

Six looked at him, warily, and shifted his weight off of his still healing wounds. Kyntak noticed, and snagged his arm, guiding him to the couch.

Six felt the tension melt from the room, and, oddly enough, some of the guilt he had been feeling since he turned thirteen.

With it gone, he realized that he'd had only five hours of sleep, maximum, unless it was a brand new day. Kyntak must have realized this too, because he got up, saying,

"It wasn't your fault, Six. Now relax go to sleep."

RTI is Resistance to Interrogation, by the way. This came up faster than I thought it would, but hopefully it's any good. PLEASE review!

Thanks to Cassey11 and President Zaphod Beeblebrox for reviewing!