By Superpower37
Disclaimers: See chapter 1.
Author's note: None.
Chapter 2: Five Years Later
Alan was able to cut all the stuff out about the Twin Towers and that day out of the newspapers for five years. Five years later, Scott spotted Alan with the full newspaper headed towards his room.
"Sprout? Sprout, can I please have the newspaper" he asked. Alan heard him and walked a little faster. Not fast enough to loose Scott.
"Scott, let go of my wrist" Alan whined. Scott tightened his grip on Alan's wrist.
"Let go of the paper" he said tightening it. Alan let go from the pain. It fell into Scott's outstretched hand. He let go of Alan and looked at it. He gasped.
"Morning Scott. Scott? What's wrong" John, the second oldest, asked. He was home because Brains was testing out a new auto-pilot machine. John saw the cover and paled too.
"This says the fifth anniversary. This is the first time we've ever heard about it" Scott said. The two instantly turned to Alan. The only thing was, Alan wasn't there. Scott checked Alan's room and the game room while John checked the pool deck and beach. Alan was in his room.
"Go away" Alan yelled. Scott only got closer.
"Al, Sprout, tell me what's wrong" Scott cooed. He hugged him. Alan cried into his shirt and Scott began to rock him back and forth.
"I-I was there Scotty, at the Twin Towers" he cried. Scott pulled back and looked him in the eye.
"You were at Tracy Enterprises Al" he corrected.
"No, I ran from dad's business to the towers. I helped get people out of both towers, one fell and I went to the other. I was getting a couple out when the last one fell and….." Alan trailed off.
"And what Sprout" Scott asked quietly. Alan lifted the back of his shirt off and Scott gasped when he saw the bruises and the small burn marks. The bruises and burns were not as bad as they were five years ago. They do hurt a bit and Alan had marks from them.
"That's from the North Tower falling on me, I mean, I was in an air pocket" Alan softly. Scott almost had to strain to hear it.
"Al, why didn't you tell us about it? We would have helped you" Scott told him.
"You would have treated me like a baby" Alan responded.
"No we wouldn't have" a deep voice said from the doorway. They turned toward it.
Oh!! Who is it? Please R&R!
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