A/N okay this is an idea that came to me last night, so this might need tweaked, as I just wrote it. Let me know if you think it's all right or just a bad idea. If it's okay I'll do some more, if not that's fine, I'll just scrap it. :) x

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Max or the lost boys.

Max's Revenge

Max had been counting the money in the cash register, sighing when it amounted to less than half of last months. The door bell sounded, indicating someone had entered the shop. He glanced up and found himself eye to eye with his older brother.

His brother, Jasper, was looking disdainfully at his surroundings; you didn't have to be a mind reader to tell he thought the place was a dump, judging by the expression on his face.

"How's business doing little brother?" his question seems innocent enough; however it had a hidden edge to it, underlining his glee at his brother's apparent unsuccessfulness, while he himself had inherited a great fortune from their parents.

Max shrugged, he knew Jasper didn't really care; he had only come to gloat.

There was a small boy hiding behind Jasper's legs. Max grinned down at him and the boy cringed away, he had to be only six years old at the most.

"Who's this then?"

Jasper had not introduced his son, in the hope he could make it more dramatic by waiting for Max's inevitable question.

He straightened his shoulders and announced proudly, "this is David, my son."

He nudged David forward, who looked up at Max fearfully; his blue eyes large and round.

"Spitting image of me, don't you think?"

Max began to shake his head – David had a dashing sprout of sandy blonde hair and china blue eyes, Jasper on the other hand, was a large burly man with black, curly hair and brown eyes. He then thought the better of it, no need to be deliberately rude.

Jasper, however did not think like this,

"Place could do with a lick of paint, I believe." His voice was full of scorn.

Max sighed, "Not all of us inherited a great fortune."

Jasper puffed himself up, he loved it when people brought up his wealth; he was not a modest man.

Max began to extend his hand; hopefully spelling out Jasper was to leave. Jasper did not take the hint, and looked at his brother's hand as though he thought it might bite him. Max slowly lowered his hand to his side.

"Of course he'll take over the family business." He smiled down at his son, however it was not a smile full of love, it was rather strained.

Almost put on, Max thought, amusingly, poor boy.

That was Jasper's biggest issue, he might have everything, a family, a home, wealth, yet he still wanted whatever Max had, and because of this, he had to show off whatever he did possess, including his own son, whom he was treating like a show dog, forcing the boy to parade around.

"I only came for a look around, goodbye little brother." He pushed David forward and looked at him expectantly, "say goodbye," he commanded.

"Bye..." David obediently said, fear still present in his voice – his father's influence was not helpful.

"We'll be seeing you again." Jasper stated, Max thought he could detect a hint of a threat underlying these words.

Max nodded, keeping his eyes on David's face.

He watched as they left, his eyes never leaving the little boy's retreating back,

"Yes, I think I'll be seeing you again, David." He murmured to himself.

"Soon."