Unrealistic

"Yes, ma'am, thank you, ma'am. I'll keep that in mind, ma'am.." Lane said as he backed out the door. "Well, the mother thinks her sons are innocent of everything but being men."

Mac rolled his eyes. The woman had refused to talk to him about her sons. Like she'd seen the Athiest in him the second he steped into her house. Stupid zealot. "So...?"

"I hate to say this, but it could be either Ernie or Bernie. They both fit the profile." Lane sighed at Mac. "Laugh already, we both know it's horrible."

At that remark, Mac nearly bust a gut laughing. "Shit, I would kill people if my mother named me and my brother THAT!" Lane just shook his head.

His laughter slowing, Mac pulled out his ringing cell phone. "Yeah?" As he listened, his laughter damn near got sucked into a black hole. His face seemed to freeze up. "Alright." Without saying goodbye, he hung up. "Tommy didn't show up for his second dance."

Lane went still. "You don't think-?" He couldn't even finish his statement, Mac was off and running towards the car.

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Tommy felt like his head was being stabbed. Naturally, it wasn't really, but it felt like it. Feeling the back of his head carefully, he flinched when he found the wound. "Ow." Didn't even begin to cover it.

"Oh, you're awake?" Ernie asked. But his voice wasn't how it normally was. It was solid, un afraid, and very sure of it's self.

"Hun? What-?" Tommy blinked as he got interupted.

"Don't pull that! I know who you really are!"

Flinching back, Tommy assesed things. He wasn't tied up. But... What? He was in Ernie's basement? "Ernie?" An evil grin spread across the features before Tommy, and he figured it out. "Bernie."

"Ding, Ding. Give the man a PRIZE!"

"But-?" Tommy was confused. He was really good at keeping the brothers seprate in his head. So how-? "Oh, sweet mother of God." His eyes widened.

"Figured it all out, yet?" Bernie smirked. "My brother, Ernie, was my first. Mom's half blind now, she didn't notice as long as I acted like him. And it's not like I have a job for it to keep me away from. At first I just did it to cover. But then I realized how easy it was to get close to all of you." Tommy kept his eyes locked on Bernie's, still, as he listened to the story. "So when your dead 'Ernie' asked you to dance for him privatly, they just came along SOOO willingly. You're all SOOO stupid and gullible." Bernie rolled his eyes.

Tommy had to ask, he just had to- "How long?" It was all he could get out past the tightness in his throat.

"Two months. It took a little work, but I look JUST like him, don't I?" Tommy nodded, still numb at the news his friend was dead. And worse, he'd fallen for the disguise. What a shitty ass friend did you have to be to fall for something like that?? "Well, enought talk. Onto the main event." The blonde's eye about poped out of his head when he saw the knife his capter was lowering towards him.

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Mac had pulled so many strings Lane probably couldn't have counted them all. He'd gotten an arrest and search warrent in the span of 45 mins, and they now had about 10 squad cars racing along behind them towards 'that damn zealot bitch's house'. Mac wouldn't stop curseing. He'd tought Lane a few new things to remember NOT to say in mixed company. But through it all, Lane just kept thinking 'He must really love him'.

"God Damned Mother Fucking Son of a BITCH!" Mac exploded, as they ran two red lights in a row, sirens blaring.

Lane muttered under his breath, "Oh, Lord love a duck." As they nearly hit a semi. 'He must REALLY love him' ... 'I've never heard him curse so much.'

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When Tommy opened his eyes, all he saw was light. Light, everywhere. "Where?"

"Shh," A voice murmured, "I've got you."

"Mac?" Tommy was still groggy.

The source of the voice chuckled. "No, though I must admit, I'm flattered."

Looking over, Tommy saw the most unlikely sight he's even seen. "NICK?!?!"

((Mwahahaha! And now I have to go to bed, School in the morning! =P ))