Problems (Sequel To Bad Blood)

Pain

"Hey, you okay?" Thomas asked sitting next to me.
"No..." I admitted. "It's been over a week and he still wont talk to me... He won't even make eye contact."
"All he does is give me death glares anymore... but hey... everything's going to be fine, alright? He'll come around... and if he isn't going to talk to you, you're just going to have to make him."
"How?"
"Well, he's home now. Go up and make him talk to you. You're very persistent, trust me I know." I sighed and stood up.
"Alright... I'll be back later then," I said walking out. I ran up the stairs and stood infront of my brothers door. I took a deep breath before knocking. He opened the door and looked at me before going to close the door. I stopped him and he groaned.
"Dylan... talk to me. Please," I whispered.
"W-why was it that I was the last to find out? Why did you tell everyone else, except for me?" He asked, crossing his arms. I just looked at the ground.
"I.. I don't know. I didn't know how to tell you? I just. I don't know. I'm sorry that I didn't, it was wrong... but, if it makes you feel any better, I wasn't even the first to know... Grant found it out after doing the tests a day or so before you found out... I was waiting to tell you. But I'm sorry if you can't deal with it." I turned around to walk away.
"Caity, wait," he said. I turned and looked at him.
"What?" I asked, feeling tears in my eyes. He sighed and pulled me into a hug.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered. "I know this is probably hard on you right now.. having people trying to murder us and then finding out you're pregnant... not to mention, I was kind of being a jerk, ignoring you," he said. "And I'm really sorry I've been a terrible brother..." I pulled away and looked up at him.
"Hey, you have not been a terrible brother... okay? You are the best brother that I could ever ask for..." His phone suddenly vibrated from inside of his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at me.
"It's Harry... he says to look outside..." I gave him a questioning look as we walked over to his window.
"What are we looking for?" I asked, scanning through the park across the street.
"I think that..." he said pointing. I saw a curly haired guy running quickly as a dog chased him.
"Is that..."
"It most certainly is..."
"The guy we're depending on?"
"He's much better with computers... we never sent him out on the field much..." he said pulling his phone out and putting it to his ear. I watched as the guy outside jumped a fence before pulling his phone out and putting it up to his ear.
"Dude, what's with the dog?" Dylan asked. I just heard a muffled sound on the other end. I watched as the dog hopped the fence, still chasing the guy. I just laughed slightly as people stared at him. "Well dude, go to the alley door, I'll come down and let you in," he laughed. "Yes I'll hurry, I can see your little pal there." He hung up, still laughing. "What a dork... come on, lets go save his ass." I laughed and followed him out, heading down the stairs with him. He opened the backdoor and I could hear fast footsteps and barking. Dylan looked out and laughed again. The curly haired guy ran up to the doorway, breathing heavily.
"A little help mate?" He asked, gasping for air. Dylan laughed and stepped into the allyway.
"Hey!" He yelled pointing at the dog. I looked out and saw it whimper and lay down. "Get out of here!" It quickly stood and ran away.
"How the hell did you do that? That demon was chasing me for 7 blocks!" The kid said in a deep British accent.
"You're just really unlucky dude," Dylan laughed, stepping in and closing the door. He just shook his head and looked down, catching his breath. I looked over at Dylan, trying not to laugh.
"Harry, mate, this is my little sister, Caitlyn. Caitlyn, this is Harold. He was our geek when we were all in New York, but he was sent off to a different feild, a few months before you showed up."
"Wait, you're the one that killed Depp, arent you?" He asked standing up straight.
"Uhm, yeah... that was me.." I replied awkwardly. He just stared at me for a second.
"Cool," he said simply. I looked over at Dylan as we ran up the stairs to my apartment.
"We'll grab Thomas and head to the base. The others will want to speak with you," Dylan said as we got to my apartment.
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I sat at the coffeeshop, sitting at one of the corner tables. Dylan and Thomas decided to bring Harry to the hideout and told me to wait around for Grant. He was supposed to talk to me about everything I was supposed to do to stay healthy during pregnancy. I started fidgeting with my hands under the table as I waited. He was 15 minutes late... I was starting to worry that something happened to him. I looked over at the counter and saw Britt staring at me. She quickly looked down. Why was she acting so weird.
"Hey, sorry I'm late, the errand I was running went a little longer than I had expected..." Grant said coming over to me.
"It's okay, but uhm... can we walk and talk? I don't feel like sitting around anymore." I glanced over at Britt who was acting strange.
"Yeah, of course. Let's go," he said. I stood up and followed him out.
"So, what errand were you running?" I asked as we walked across the street to the park.
"I may or may not have stolen a portable ultrasound machine from a douche bag billionare who didn't need it, but bought it in spit of his brother..."
"What was the set back?"
"Oh... uhm, nothing major..."
"You weren't caught were you?"
"Only by their guard dog..." he said rubbing his arm. I noticed a slotch of blood on his jacket sleeve.
"Grant, you're bleeding," I said.
"Oh. It's nothing. Really, I'm fine."
"You and I are going back to the apartment and for once I am going to patch you up, okay? You can tell me everything I need to know when we're there. Come on."

Once we were back at the apartment building, I grabbed the first aid kit as he pulled his jacket off. I went back over and sat infront of him, examining the bite.
"This is pretty deep, you don't need stitches or anything, do you?" He just smiled.
"No, I'll be fine without them. I just need to clean it and wrap it."
"Right..." I said, pulling out the rubbing alcohol. I put some on the clean wash rag and dabbed his wound. He winced slightly. "You're not used to being on this side of anything medical, are you?" I asked, laughing slightly.
"Not lately, no," he replied. I just smiled at him again and put the rag down. I ripped open a package of gauze and put it over the dog bite, wrapping it up gently.
"There. It doesn't really add up to the many many times you saved my life, but it's the least I could do."
"You don't have to pay me back for saving your life," He said, standing up.
"I feel like I do, though." He held his hand out to help me up. I took it and allowed him to pull me up.
"If it helps any, I'm glad I helped save you..."
"You are?"
"Yeah. Not only did Dylan not murder me for not saving your life, but I gained a new ally. And a new friend." I smiled at him again. "Plus, if I had never saved you, I'm about 97% sure that we would all be under Depp's command, half of us would be dead, and Thomas would have never been happy... so even though I 'saved you'," he said with air quotes, "You're the one that really saved all of us." I just smiled and hugged him.
"Thanks, Grant," I whispered. He really had become one of my closest friends through everything that had happened. He was like a brother to me.
"So. Should we finally talk about what we were going to?" He asked. I laughed slightly.
"Probably..."