Lost in Technicolor

Breakfast

A knocking on the door woke Emerson. With a deep moan, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He stared in front of himself in a sleepy daze, until the knocking resumed. He rolled his eyes and then felt around the floor, until his hand stumbled onto his glasses. Placing them on his nose, he stood and shuffled with no haste to the door and opened it. What was it, six in the morning?

"Hi, there," Dane White, grinned at him leaning on the door frame with Eli Porter at his right on crutches and his two siblings to his left. It was still dark outside the street lamps still glowing.

Emerson sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't realized that allowing Damien to stay with him meant that his entire family would too. How long had it been since he had seen Dane? They didn't exactly find one another agreeable. Nevertheless Emerson looked up to his eyes, "Come on in then."

"Great," he laughed, patting him a little too hard on the shoulder to be considered friendly. Then followed Evan with a sour look on his face and crutches in his arms, then Blair and Amon slipped past him. Amon muttered something that sounded similar to a thank you but it was hard to understand his slurred words.

He shut the door behind them and then directed them to the room where he, Petra and Damien had been sleeping. Dane eyed the two, Petra lying beneath Damien's arm a breathe's length away from him, one blanket tossed over their two bodies. Dane's mouth twitched slightly, but surely he knew that there was nothing to them.

"Damien," he muttered, bending down next to his brother.

Slowly Damien's eyes widened open. The first thing he seemed to notice was how close Petra was to him and immediately shifted away from her, then he noticed his brother staring him down and hissed, "Damn it! Dane don't do that. What . . . how did you . . . ?"

"Erik," was his simply reply. Damien raised an eyebrow at that as Erik moved out from behind Dane.

Right that was his name, Emerson smiled to himself.

"Oh, my dear, dear precious friend Erik come to the rescue," Damien laughed with that high voice he would when he was younger. Emerson took a step back instinctively, Damien was about to burst; he could tell.

"Damien, you sent Drake into your past?" Dane growled.

With a scoff, Damien stood, "Are you trying to tell me what I should and shouldn't do?"

"You should not have done that to him," Dane spoke coldly, his face as immovable as that of a stone's.

"He has Jordan," Damien folded his arms and then shook his head as if confused, "wait, why am I defending myself against you?"

"Jordan is a selfish pig, who drinks alcohol as if it were the air," Dane continued crossly, "if anyone should have gone back it should have been you Damien. You know that."

"Well, I didn't," he frowned and then through a grin he mocked him, tilting his head backwards, "so then, what are you going to do about it?"

Dane's jaw clenched and his fist tightened hard as Damien smiled unconsciously. Quick as the shine of Damien's white teeth, Dane had swung hard and sure, knocking his brother to the floor, leaving him completely baffled. Emerson watched him as he sat there trembling from what was probably anger.

Petra stood finally, "Dane, get a hold of yourself! Erik you're a bastard!"

Ethan pursed his lips and glanced at her, "Maybe so, but I will not allow Damien to be Jade's end."

"It's inevitable," Petra snapped at him through fiery eyes.

"All right, all right," Emerson sighed, rubbing his eyes. He could already feel a terrible head ache coming. "What's done is done, Dane, Earl are you going to be a problem?"