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Luke and Michael

Michael jerks awake to his phone ringing, the blurry name of 'Calum' making him jump to his feet as he answers, "Hello?"

"Mikey!?" Calum shouts, the sounds of a loud engine roaring in the background. Is that Ashton's stang?

"What's going on?"

"I need your help, Man," Calum says loudly, the sounds of tires screeching. "I need you to open the garage and help me with Ash when I get home."

"Help? Ash? What? What's wrong with Ash?"

"I don't have time to explain, just have the garage door open so I don't have to waste time. The sun is coming up."

"What?" Michael says confused, wondering why that matters before he remembers his talk with JD. "Are you alone?"

Calum is silent, just the sound of the engine flooding Michael's ear before Calum states, "No."

"Cal-" Michael starts before Calum cuts him off.

"Please Mikey, please!"

"Okay! I will," Michael tells him and hangs up.

He pulls on a pair of jeans and bangs on Luke's door, "They're coming!" before running down and opening the garage at the panel box next to the door leading to the garage.

"What is going on?" Luke yawns when he meets Michael down stairs by the entrance to the garage.

"They're on their way home, WITH THEM!" Michael panics, running back to the kitchen to grab his Katana. Sliced items made of plastic or food littering the floor from their late night practice. "He said I need to help him with Ash."

"What's wrong with Ash?" Luke asks, grabbing Ashton replica sword and holding it firmly.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Michael yells.

"Are we really going to do this? Cut their heads off?" Luke stares at him nervous.

"That or push them into the sunlight. Maybe we can stall by locking them in the garage until the sun is fully up." Michael suggests, walking over to the garage door panel box next to the door, "Once they are in, I can disconnect it so they can't open it from the inside, and lock this," Michael locks the door as he pushes buttons to find the disconnection screen.

"I like that," Luke nods his head.

"We should stay armed though," Michael grips his katana tight before they hear the squealing of tires and the familiar roar of Ashton's mustang, pushing faster to find the screen he needs.

"Here we go," Luke says breathily, his hands shaking.

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