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  Luke sat in the room and stared at Michael as he paced back and forth. He was muttering something indecipherable.

"Mikey?" He asked quietly.

"Shut up!" He shouted, turning and facing him, a look of insanity in his eyes. "They killed him," he whispered. They killed him and now they're going to find us. Luke if they find us, they'll take you away from me. Th-they'll lock me up!" He began pacing again, biting his nail.

"They won't tear us apart-"

"Get on the bed," Michael demanded.

"What, why-"

"Get on the bed!" Luke quickly lay down on the bed, afraid of what would happen if he didn't. Michael pulled his shirt off of him and pulled off both of their belts, zipping his hands to the bed post. He dug through G's things and pulled out one more, tying his feet together.

"What are you doing, Michael?" Luke asked as he grabbed out three bags of the lightning blue liquid.

"Taking care of you," he whispered, brushing blond curls out if the boy's blue eyes. "If they tear us apart, you can't have the drug anymore. Your body will go into shock and it will be a painful agonizing death... this way..."

"I don't feel any pain..." Luke whispered. "Mikey, please. D-don't leave me." He shook his head and inserted three needles into the boy's arm, turning the first IV on. Luke's jaw clenched as he felt the fire fill his veins. "Mikey..."

"I love you," he whispered, putting their lips together and turning on the other two IVs, allowing the liquid to fill his veins slowly. Michael pulled away, the bliss already kicking in and he sighed. "Goodbye, Luke," he said, turning and running out of the house. Tears streaked down his face as he began walking down the streetn the sun setting quickly. He walked to a nearby bridge, watching the traffic speed by quickly. He sighed and pulled himself onto the side, only one thought bouncing around his mind. Luke.

He held toghtly to a wire that held the bridge up, staring down at the rushing water.

"Hey! Kid! Get down from there!" Someone shouted from behind him. He just shook his head, stepping out onto a beam where no one would be able to reach him. "Come on, kid. Please! Get down! You're too young to die!"

"I have to," he replied, his eyes void of emotion as tears continued falling. "I've done too much wrong. It's time to join my brother... Luke will be with me soon too..."

"Michael. Listen to me, son." Michael turned at the sound of his own name, nearly slipping. He held tightly to the cable as he stared at him. The man that had tracked him since he was on probation as a kid. The man who had killed his brother. Detective Sangster. He pulled himself onto the side of the bridge, catching his balance before taking a step forward.

"Stay there!" Michael demanded. "D-don't you dare c-come closer..."

"I know what your brother dragged you into, Mike. But please. It isn't too late for you... we can make you a deal."

"No. I-I love him. You're going to take us apart anyways. At least this way we can be together." Sangster gave him a strange look.

"Love who?"

"Luke! I love him! A-and he loves me!" He shouted, "it's too late for him. It's too late for both of us...."

"Where is he?"

"He's already gone by now. He's already gone, I know it."

"Where is he?" Thomas demanded, stepping forward.

"Th-the old house. But he's dead. And I will be in a moment. I'll be with him and with my brother. Michael let go of the wire and took a step off of the beam, beginning to fall forward. Thomas jumped forward and grabbed his hand with one hand and the wire with his other, holding them both up.

"Thomas!" Holland shouted from the bridge. She hopped up onto the beam and made her way over slowly, grabbing the boy's arm and pulling them both up. She grabbed hold of Michael as the young boy sobbed uncontrollably, whispering sorry over and over again. She pulled him back to the bridge and they landed on the ground as he continued weeping.

"He's dead," he sobbed. "I killed him. He's dead. He's gone." Thomas grabbed his radio and quickly turned it on.

"I need medics to 4452 West Sydney Avenue. All units. 4452 West Sydney Avenue." He pulled Michael up and put handcuffs kn him, putting him in the back of the police car and hopping in the drivers seat. He sped off quickly, flashing his lights and sirens, headed to the house. The moment he pulled up, he hopped out of the car, running inside and up the stairs. He burst into the small room and saw the blond boy laying on a bed unconscious. He ran over and pulled the needles from his arm, connected to the half empty bags.

"Luke? Son? Can you hear me?" He asked, tapping the boy's face. He felt for a pulse and rested his head against the boy's chest, listening for a heart beat. He heard a low thump and pulled away. "Hang in there buddy. Please. Hold on." He pulled out the radio again.

"All units I repeat, we need those medics immediately!" He shouted. Luke began spasming in the bed as the drugs overpowered him, a white foam spat from his mouth. His eyes shot open, his pupils so dilated, the blue had completely vanished. Sirens began getting loyder as they approached, but Thomas knew the boy wouldn't make it. He choked on the foam coming from his mouth and Thomas turned him on his side, trying to hold him as he continued seizing. It was filling his lungs. He coughed and choked and spit, trying to scream as an immense firey pain shot through his body. Thomas held him in place still as he saw flashing lights from the window. He heard frantic shouts and heavy footsteps. "Up here!" He shouted. Medics ran in and pulled him away.

"What's happening to him?" One of them asked.

"OD," he replied.

"That the drug?" He asked, pointing at the IV of blue liquid. He just nodded. He pulled out a large syringe and stabbed over the boy's ling, causing him to take in a deep breath. He extraced some of the foam from his lung before pulling out a strange pump and tube, holding the boy's mouth open and stuck the tube down his throat. He covered the wound on his chest and the boy calmed, falling unconscious again. The put him onto the stretcher and rushed him out. Thomas sighed and walked downstairs, fining the team of forensic investigators.

"Upstairs, tag and bag everything," he demanded. They nodded and ran upstairs. He saw Michael sobbing in the back of the police car as Holland stood outside, staring at a car pulling up.

"Oh god. Thomas..." she said. The car pulled up and two women jumped out. Liz and Anne.

"Oh god," he whispered, stepping forward.

"Y-you found him? Our baby?" Liz asked, shaking as the ambulance sped away.

"Is he okay? Is he alright?" Anne shouted as tears ran down her face. Harry jumped out the back of the car, running forward as police hung crime scene tape.

"He was overdosed on a strange drug, theyre rushing him to the hospital. Ashton jumped out next, stopping Harry. He looked over at the boy sobbing in the back of the police car.

"That's the son of a bitch who did this to my brother?" He asked. Thomas just nodded.

"Please. We can talk at the hospital," Thomas said softly. Ashton started walking to the car and began shouting at the boy as police held him back.

"Ashton!" Anne shouted. "Stop! Please. Let's go be ther for your brother." He sighed and walked with them to the car. His brother was alive. Luke was alive... and he just kissed his boyfriend.