Some New Ego's... (A fanfic about Jack & Mark's Alter Ego's)

I need sleep...

Story Time!

The door to the old broken down house creaked as a small 5'6 male with dark gray curly hair, pale skin, a few freckles and dark black eyes, the short boy throws his orange backpack on the worn out couch "OW! The fuck!?....Michel"  Michel looks wide eyed at an angry Sam before falling back after his heavy backpack was thrown back at his face "Ow....why..?" Michel looks up meeting Sam's harsh glare "Now you know what it feels like to have a 20 pound bag throw on you!"

Michel sighs pushing the bag off of him to tired to care right now and pushes himself up with shaky legs, try's making his way over to a chair but ended up falling but was thankfully caught by one of the demons that hunted his life. Sam quickly helped Michel over to the couch he was sleeping on before Michel had got home and sat him down actually taking in the young males appearance for once,  Michel looked like a mess. His hair was messier than normal as well as having dark bags under his eyes and a few scratches, some deeper then others. 

"God Bud, you look horrible..."  Michel let out a tired laugh despite glaring at Sam "Gee, thanks Sam...but, I'm fine...just..tired" Sam shook his head at his and his brothers young host who worked a night shift seven days a week and still found time to go to school and keep his grades up. "Just..get some sleep kid, me and Sick will watch the house.." Michel smiles slightly as a thanks before immediately falling to sleep as Sam sighed and walks down a hallway a door before opening it to see his brother, Sick, reading a book not looking up to see who had just walked in.

"Sick, we need to talk"  Sam looked down at his twin who still had not looked up nor responds to him "I-it's about Mich, I think somthin' happened to him when walkin' home.."  Sick quickly jumped up snapping his fingers making the book disappear staring at his twin slightly scared, if Michel got hurt and it not healing when he got close to his demon counterparts then it could mean two things. One he was to tired to do anything or he must not want to heal "Where is he" 

"He's sleeping right now, he didn't even have  enough strength to make it to the couch...I-...I'm scared, if he doesn't get enough sleep and something happens to him w-what's gonna happen to u-us..?!?"   Sam quickly began to hyperventilate at the thought of dieing and staying dead, he didn't want to go back to Hell, he hated it there, all the older demons would pick on him and Sick and even hurt them, though, Sick would must of the time stand up for his brother and get hurt worst. Sick quickly rapped his twin in a hug trying to calm him down "Nothing will happen to Mich, how about we make him stay home for a little bit so he can get rested up, then while he's passed out we can look for...something to help us so something like that won't happen"

Sam had calmed down and pulled away from the hug looking up at Sick who was a few inch's taller then himself "You mean like... someone helping Michel with the house..? I say we just move, this place is tiny and getting ready to fall apart.." Sick sighed softly rubbing his templates in thought "I suppose your right, but where could we go..? Michel doesn't have any family members in L.A and his Mom and Dad want nothing to do with us, plus who would want a 20 year old with two alter egos living in their apartment complex.."  

Sam shrugs walking out of the cramp room and to the kitchen as Sick made his way to the living room sitting down on the couch pulling Michel's head on his lap and turns on the TV looking though channels. Sam quickly ran in front of Sick's view of the TV "I know how we can go looking for a new house!"